Chicken Parmesan Makes Me Smile :)

Tell me in complete honesty, is there anything better than the taste of chicken parmesan? No, hang on, do not answer, I already know what you're going to say. Absolutely not. There is nothing in the world better than the taste of melted cheese, tender chicken, and soft pasta. Ugg. Sorry, I'm just a little busy being in heaven right now. Because, if you didn't already guess, I had chicken parmesan for dinner tonight. Which I'm pretty sure you did guess, but either way, now you know. So, you are welcome. If you want to have your own chicken parmesan, here is the awesome recipe my dad used to make it, with a few tweaks of his own of course. Which only succeeded in making it more deliciously mouth watering. In case you want to feel really hungry, here is a picture of my delicious chicken parmesan on a bed of wonderfully cooked pasta:

Image courtesy of me...and my dad, I guess

Yum, right? And believe me when I say this, it was SO yum. I almost forgot to take a picture of it before eating it, thank god I did! Even though it doesn't look as good as it does in real life, I'm assuming that everyone knows how bad the camera can make things - or people - look. I mean, everyone has had their picture taken and wondered why they look like a dying animal, right? Just me? Well ok. So anyways, the only bad part about chicken parmesan is that it takes so long to make it! It decides to fill the house with it's delicious smell for at least half an hour before it's even edible. However, it is so totally and absolutely worth the wait. If there is anything that i will wait an entire half an hour for, it's chicken parmesan. Or maybe pizza. Let's just settle on food in general. So, no matter how long you have to wait, when you get your chicken parmesan I hope you eat it up with a big smile :)

Tourists Makes Me Smile :)

The tourists are coming, the tourists are coming! In fact, they have already come. On the bus ride home from school today I saw countless fur coat, red lanyard, huge sunglass wearing people flooding the streets of Park City. Of course, lots of jokes were made about their pursed lips and huge stilettos, but the most fun was when we decided to actually tell them what we thought. Unfortunately, this thought came around a little late, so only a few tourists were in sight. We gave the job of their humiliation to Nathaniel. Not a good choice. When we neared these two tourists, although there were so many other ways to make fun of them, he chose to say "I don't like your pants." Like, really? That's the best you can do?

Well, anyways, just about half an hour ago I had another run in with some tourists. One was from Michigan, the other from Ohio. The funny thing is that both these men were wearing women's ski gear. The one from Ohio was wearing a scarf. Not even the manly kind! It was kind of embarrassing, but hey, whatever floats your boat. They actually proved to be not that bad, which made me happy because we were all waiting for the city bus, which wouldn't be there for another 20 minutes. I found out that Michigan was here for some promotional thing for his company, who are apparently giving out free veggie burgers and hot cocoa on Main Street. Maybe I'll go sometime. Basically, these two guys have sort of made me like tourists.

This is a picture from the movie Daniel Radcliffe is in, Kill Your Darlings.
Photo Courtesy of: http://filmguide.sundance.org/film/13037/kill_your_darlings

I always hope that I might see a celebrity tourist on the bus too, but so far no such luck. I've been especially hopeful lately because Daniel Radcliffe is here this year for Sundance. Oddly enough, I just wrote a post about him about two back saying how much I liked him. And now he's here! I'm pretty sure that it is a sign that I am destined to meet the chosen one. Back on topic, I really doubt that Harry Potter would take the city bus anyways because he could just fly his broom. Not that anyone would notice, because we're all just muggles. Maybe I don't smile at tourists just because they look stupid, but also because they're nice. Or the boy who lived. Either way, go out, mingle, meet some tourists, and of course smile :)

Fat Booth Makes Me Smile :)

Fat Booth. An app that provides hours and hours of instant entertainment, no matter where you are. That's right, it is one of those great things that you don't even need internet for, yet will still be incredibly fantastically amazingly awesome to play every time. And for some strange reason, no matter how many weird pictures I take of myself on it, my friend Caitlin always has more. I honestly don't know how she does it, because it s my phone. But, I did almost catch up recently when I was on a plane home from New Hampshire. For a good half hour I fatted myself, just normal fatting and putting the eyes/mouth/chin things in random places on my face. Here's a nice picture of me with random lumps all over my face as a result of the latter:

Pretty attractive, huh?

If you were hoping to see a fat booth of Caitlin as well, you are out of luck. It took me so long just to get this off of my phone, and I am absolutely not doing it again. If you want, though, you can check out Caitlin's blog here. I guarantee it will make you smile. So anyways, back to fat booth. Not only is it fun and awesome because it doesn't need internet, but it also will show anyone whether or not they look good fat. Or with gross tumors all over their faces. Which is exactly what everybody wants to know about themselves, am I right? I use it to keep track of a lot of my friends and family, too. Recently I added my cousins' pictures to the mix, and they can rock facial tumors and fatness almost as well as I can. I guess that makes sense because we are related. Until next time, fat yourself (but not for real) and keep on smiling :)