Alive and Kicking

It's been awhile, but I wanted you to know we're still alive and kicking. After 10 days in Idaho, we barely had time to catch our breath before we headed to Sacramento to see Steve's family for New Year's. When we get back, I'll post a super-mega-holiday post full of pictures, movies and exciting news (about me being an aunt!!!).

To hold you over, may I offer something sweet to munch on?

Mmm... I could just eat her!

Holiday Updates

I want to get our Christmas/New Year's update posted, but I really shouldn't be doing this right now. The whole downstairs is full of boxes, plastic, wires, styrofoam and a half-stripped Christmas tree. We used some of the money we got for Christmas to get a new DVD player/surround sound system. (Guess who's idea that was? Hmm.) Steve decided he was going to set it up the same time I decided to take down Christmas. Steve's mission is finished for now, while mine remains unaccomplished. I think I spent more time keeping Sophie from eating plastic bags and bits of styrofoam than packing up decorations. Now that she's fast asleep, I have a few minutes. I'm not ready to go back downstairs, either.

To keep myself from writing ten pages of holiday play-by-play that no one will read, I'm just going to throw out some pictures that will highlight the last couple of weeks we spent with our families. I will preface this by reminding you that Sophie is still the only grandchild on both sides. She got the most presents by far and is in about 99% of the pictures we took. Lucky girl.

Miss Bright-Eyes woke up at 6 AM Christmas morning and wouldn't go back to sleep. By the time everyone else got up and we gathered to open presents, it was time for her morning nap. Luckily, she got to suck on everything in her stocking before she crashed.


Here we are for round two and dressed in the Christmas jammies Dev and Andrea got her. One of the toys she got was a Tickle-Me Elmo. This wasn't an ordinary one, though. This little guy laughs so hard it makes him fall over, roll around and kick his legs, and stand back up. It's really amazing. Sophie wasn't so sure about him. If he got too close to her while he was in tickle-mode it made her cry. She'll have to grow into that one.


Here we are about to eat Christmas dinner. Also at the table were my brother Devin, his wife Andrea, friend of the family Jeremy, and my grandparents.


Here's the whole crew, including the cat (Abby). We couldn't get Sophie to stop looking at her.


After we left Idaho we stayed the night at my grandparent's house in Sandy before we flew out of Salt Lake the next morning. Sophie got a kick out of playing pat-a-cake with Grandma. We got a kick out of watching her.

A couple of days after we got home, we went to Sacramento to spend New Year's with Steve's family. We had our "Christmas time" with them, visited with family and friends, went go-cart racing, but mostly we Wii'd ourselves to death for two days. I'm not a big fan of video games, but man . . . I wouldn't mind having one of those. I got pretty good most of the sports games which is a real confidence booster for me and my lack of athletic-ness in real life. I'm also kicking myself for not taking any pictures while we were there. And actually, my Dad supplied most of the pictures we have from Idaho. (Yes, Dad, I know you sent me a lot more pictures than the four pictures I posted, but I don't think anyone else wants to see all 110 of them. If they do, I'll gladly send them over.)

Oh, I almost forgot! Speaking of Sophie being the only grandchild. . . she only has about 6 months left of her reign. Steve's sister Jennifer is expecting this summer!

Grandma's Highchair

This little highchair at my parents house is at least 80 years old. My grandmother sat in it when she was a baby as well as almost every child, grandchild and now, great-grandchildren of hers. It's the perfect size for Sophie right now. She loves sitting in it and banging things on the metal tray.

Her new favorite toy is a set of old, metal measuring spoons. Why do we bother buying new toys?


There's nothing like a little oatmeal to start the day.

I think it's cute that her feet don't stick out from under the tray yet.

My White Christmas

View from the back deck.


View from the front door.

Moving to California this fall didn't ruin my white Christmas. :) We're having a blast up here in the frigid North. Updates to come...

Merry Christmas everyone!

Odds and Ends

Well, Steve flew out yesterday to Utah to work a few days at the Guard, so it's just the girls at home. Sophie and I leave for Idaho on Wednesday. Can you believe Christmas is next week? Yowza.

These are a few things that I've been meaning to post...

Does this remind you of pictures hanging on the wall of Hogwarts? I don't know if Steve meant to take a video, but it's funny anyway.

I like it when she makes this face.

Sophie and Dad hanging out while Mom makes dinner.



I don't put jeans in the dryer. Not even Sophie's. :)



Sophie sometimes hangs out here while I get ready in the morning. That day she was watching me blow dry my hair. I guess she wasn't entertained.

Adelyn came over and sat RIGHT next to Sophie. It surprised her, then she decided she didn't like it and started to fuss.

College Football

I don't like football. So how did I end up doing a Yahoo Sports College Bowl Pick'em? It went a little something like this:

Steve: (While filling out his pick'em) Tennessee or Wisconsin?

Me: (Thinking to myself, "Tennesee = country music. Wisconsin = cheese.") Definitely Wisconsin. I'd choose cheese over country music any day.

Steve: (Looks at me like I've got potatoes growing out of my ears, then starts laughing.) You should fill out one of these.

Me: No way.

Steve: Oh, come on, I'll email Stokes and have him send you an invitation.

Me: Why, so you can make fun of me?

Steve: C'mon, please?! I want to see how you do!

Me: Sigh. Fine.

The last time I did something like this was for a contest at work during March madness. I picked winning teams based on which mascot could realistically beat the other in a fight, which team's city I'd most like to visit and which colors I liked better. Believe it or not, I nearly tied for first place. We'll see how I do this time.

To end on a more feminine note...

Happy 19th Birthday to my sister, Hilary!! I love this pic. She looks so cute, AND she's holding bunnies. That ought to girl things up.

Happy Dance

Today is definitely a happy dance day. Steve may or may not join me, but I hope he does because he's pretty cute when he shakes it. Why all the dancing?

Reason #1: Today is Steve's last day of finals. One quarter down -- 11 more to go.

Reason #2: Let me introduce you to this lovely lady:

If you can't tell, it's a portable dishwasher (These places are ancient and don't have hook-ups). We snagged her for a mere $40 from a couple down the street who are moving this week. She's not pretty, but she's a hard worker and will definitely come in handy on days when I mess up every dish, pot, pan and utensil in my kitchen. She needs a name, though. Any suggestions?

Treat Time

I usually don't need an excuse to make goodies other than, "I feel like a goodie." When the holidays come around there are usually plenty of opportunities to whittle at my "mmm, this sounds good" list of recipes to try out. Here's what I've been up to the past couple of days:

Eggnog Snickerdoodles

I've never been an eggnog fan. There was a flavor in eggnog that I couldn't put my finger on and I decided I didn't like it. Now I know that it's rum, I think I'm starting to change my mind. (Weird, I know. It doesn't taste any different after I realize what I'm eating. It's a mental thing.) I saw this recipe in my Dec/Jan issue of Taste of Home and have wanted to try them for a month now. These cookies look and taste almost identical to regular snickerdoodles, but with a hint of rum (flavoring, that is).

Eggnog Snickerdoodles

1/2 c butter, softened
1/2 c shortening
2 c + 5 T sugar, divided
1 egg
1 tsp rum extract
1/2 c evaporated milk
1/2 c refrigerated French vanilla nondairy creamer
5 1/2 c flour
1 tsp salt
1 tsp baking soda
1/2 tsp ground nutmeg

In a large bowl, cream butter, shortening and 2 cups of sugar. Beat in egg and rum. Combine flour, baking soda, and salt. Combine milk and creamer; set aside. Alternate adding flour mixture and milk mixture to dough, blending after each addition. In a small bowl, combine nutmeg and remaining sugar. Roll dough into 1-2 inch balls, roll in nutmeg mixture, then place on a cookie sheet. Flatten slightly (don't worry, these don't spread much). Bake at 350 for 10-12 minutes. Cool on wire racks. Makes 6-7 dozen.

Nat's Notes:
1. I used fat-free evaporated milk and they turned out fine.
2. The rum flavor is really subtle in these cookies. Next time I think I'll put 1 1/2 tsp instead.
3. There's a glaze that goes on top made from 1 c powdered sugar and 5-6 tsp of creamer. I'm not a glaze fan -- it just tastes like more sugar to me. If I was going to put something on them, it would be full-out butter or cream cheese frosting. None of that sissy glaze stuff.


White Chocolate Cranberry Oatmeal Cookies

I've made these before, but I liked them so much I made them again. I think this is my favorite oatmeal cookie recipe. I found it on the back of the Nestle butterscotch chip bag and altered it a bit. The cookies stay chewy and moist longer than other recipes I've tried.

White Chocolate Cranberry Oatmeal Cookies

1 3/4 c flour
1 tsp baking soda
1/2 tsp salt
1/2 tsp cinnamon
1 c butter-flavored shortening
2 T water
3/4 c packed brown sugar
3/4 c white sugar
2 eggs
1 tsp vanilla
3 c oats (quick or old fashioned)
1 c white chocolate chips
1 c dried cranberries

Mix flour, baking soda, salt and cinnamon in small bowl. Beat butter, sugars, eggs and vanilla in large bowl. Gradually beat in flour mixture to butter mixture. Stir in chips and cranberries. Drop by rounded tablespoon onto ungreased baking sheets. Bake at 375 for 7-8 minutes. Let cool for a few minutes before transferring to wire rack.

Nat's Notes:
1. The recipe originally called for 2 sticks of butter instead of the shortening and water. I used shortening because I didn't have butter and didn't feel like running to the store AGAIN.


Mint Oreo Truffles

These were the problem children of the weekend. I first tried these during Thanksgiving and thought, "Oh, have mercy on my hips" as I pounded a half-dozen of them. They're really good, but really rich. And probably really bad for you. But it's Christmas.

You're supposed to coat the balls in almond bark. After looking in three different stores for almond bark or just white melting chocolate, I gave up and bought white chocolate chips. It kept seizing when I tried to melt it, so I kept adding shortening to smooth it out. When I tried to coat the balls, it got lumpy and half of it slid off. GRR. So, I rolled them in powdered sugar. A fast fix, but a few hours later, the sugar had started to dissolve into the balls, leaving a weird marbley texture. So I coated them again. A few hours later they started doing the same thing, so I hurried and got as many out the door as I could and just kept the rest. They still tasted great, they just looked a little funny.

Mint Oreo Truffles

1 pkg Mint Oreos
1 8-oz pkg cream cheese
almond bark (yes, that's all.)

Place cream cheese in bowl and beat for about a minute. Throw the Oreos in a couple at a time and beat the snot out of the whole thing until you get a relatively smooth consistency. There will be a few lumps. Refrigerate dough for a couple of hours or overnight to stiffen.

Roll into 1-inch balls, then coat with almond bark (or powdered sugar if you have the same luck I did). Let set on a cookie sheet and store in the fridge. Try not to eat them all in one night.

Nat's Notes:
1. This is easier if you use a stand mixer. If you don't have one, you might want to crush the Oreos first.

The Headless Chicken

I'm so glad this weekend is over. Don't get me wrong, we had tons of fun, but it was a lot of work. You know when you have so many things to do and prepare for that you can't see straight? Well, that was me. I felt like a chicken with its head cut off -- hence the title of this post. I couldn't think of anything else.

FRIDAY
Steve didn't have to be at school long, so we ran a few errands to gather things we needed this weekend. We had the missionaries over for dinner, and I was trying out a new overnight pizza dough recipe (I might blog about it later.) I ran into a few glitches, and when I was finished, my kitchen looked like a tornado ran through it. (A nice tornado. Nothing was broken.) Now might be a good time to note that we do NOT have a dishwasher. Any project I do in the kitchen takes twice as long because I have to hand-wash everything. I'm beginning to go a little nuts. Steve does the dishes quite often, so it's not as bad as it could be.

Dishes are finally done! And yes, I'm wearing socks. I finally forced myself to pack the flip flops to spare my poor feet from drying out all winter.

SATURDAY

I finished writing my talk for Sunday, then I started some Christmas treats (which I WILL blog about later) then started to prepare for that night. A few of us got together and did a progressive dinner that ended with a white elephant exchange. Missy and I were in charge of appetizers over at her place. I hadn't used my fondue pot much, so I suggested that we bust out some cheese. I think it turned out OK. It had a good flavor--and it better had because there was $15 worth of French-imported Swiss and smoked Gouda in there. (And yes, I'd do it again. I think I'd rather splurge on cheese than a new shirt.) Here are a few pics from that night:

Me, Missy, & Hadley

Natasha, Jessica (who thought this was the "silly picture" lol), Heather, Jessie, Missy, Tagen and me perched on the back of the couch. Wow, this looks like it was a girl party. It wasn't. Again, we're not the most diligent photographers.

One of Steve's specials.

So, after we'd been at the first house for a few minutes I realized I had totally forgotten about the White Elephant exchange. In between houses I ran home to grab a couple of things. I grabbed a little black purse that I don't use anymore and began looking through Steve's stuff. I thought this would be the perfect opportunity to get rid of something I don't like. (I'm so mean.) I saw his bright orange Mr. T shirt hanging in his closet and knew that it was destined for another closet in another house. I wrapped both and headed back to the party. When the gift exchange started, Steve's shirt was the first one unwrapped. He wasn't happy. (I didn't tell him what I had brought.) The little stinker managed to steal it back from someone at the end of the game.

Much to my dismay it's back in his closet. Oh, did I mention that Mr. T's mohawk and beard are sort of a puffy-paint texture? This shirt is overflowing with class.

And if anyone is looking for a book to help them improve their love life, I recently acquired one that has great illustrations. (Thanks, Lundell's.)

SUNDAY

Not only did Steve and I have to speak in church, I had to play the piano for the choir and another musical number. Sophie had woken me up FOUR times the night before, so I wasn't in the most pleasant of moods when I arrived at the church at 8AM to practice. Oh, and did I mention that I was also called to be one of the organists in the ward? I've always wanted to learn to play, I just didn't want to learn in front of a couple hundred people. At least I only have to play once a month, but on those Sundays, that only leaves me a 40-minute window when I can nurse Sophie because I also play for the Primary. (See why I want to make my kids learn to play the piano?!? There needs to be more people in the church that can do it.)

We were asked to speak about Joseph Smith, which I liked. This was the first time we'd spoken since we got married. (and the first time for me since my mission report -- Yikes!) I think it went alright. Everyone now knows that I'm a crier. It was bound to come out sooner or later. Steve's mom came with Michael (his bro) and Ife (Michael's friend). It was nice having someone watch Sophie. After church I had a quick Visiting Teaching appointment, then we had lunch.

After everyone left, I put Sophie down for a nap and climbed into bed myself. I stayed there for a good three hours. If you know me well, you know that I'm not normally a napper. I take maybe five naps a year.

Dad, is mom ever going to wake up?

Bloggy Giveaways

I recently stumbled upon a blog that hosts giveaways. All she does is give away free stuff. How cool is that? I love free stuff.

The site is Bloggy Giveaways. Go check it out!

Holiday Babysitter

We put the tree up (along with everything else) just after Thanksgiving. I'm still on a hunt for a tree skirt that I like. I may end up getting some sheer, sparkly fabric and bunching it up under the tree like my mom does. Anyways...

Sophie loves the tree. I set her by it and let her tug on the branches. If I need to do some dishes, I leave her lying underneath and she's usually entertained for 15-20 minutes. I tried to catch a picture when she wasn't looking, but she's got her dad's ultra-sensitive radar ears and can hear the sound the camera makes when it's focusing. Even if Christmas music is playing. Even if I'm standing 12 feet away.

And yes, I realize that she may shake something off, but she hasn't yet. None of the ornaments are choking-sized or heavy, and I do watch her. (Did I cover everything, Andrea? ;))

Green Beans and Tub Time

I don't know about the Perry children, but according to my mom, none of the Phillips children liked anything green when they were babies. We ate a lot of sweet potatoes, carrots and squash, which gave our skin a slight orange glow. Because of the reaction (or lack of) Sophie had from eating Squash, I was anxious to put something green in her mouth. I'm not going to tell you how it turns out -- you'll have to watch. :)

And yes, that was me snorting. Oops.

Every kid has naked bathtub pictures. Now Sophie does, too. Since she's pretty good at sitting up now, I let her play for a few minutes before I lather her up. She also really likes her duck.

Winter Baby

It's starting to get a little chilly outside (for babies . . . I'm still wearing flip flops!), so I got Sophie a hat and mittens today. She's also getting better at sitting up by herself, but we always stay nearby in case she gets too excited and topples over. :)

Name That Produce

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Name That Produce! Fresh out of the Berkeley Bowl we have three "lovely" contestants who would like you to guess their identities. If someone actually knows the names of all three of these, that person will be deemed "rockstar" by the author of this blog.

Contestant #1:

Contestant #2:

Contestant #3:

All of these are edible, I promise. Recently someone asked me what I've enjoyed about living in the Bay Area. My first response was how pretty it is. My next thought wasn't about the weather nor was it about living close to the ocean for the first time in my life, it was about finding amazing things at the grocery store.

I think it's time for a trip to The City.

Independence

Lately the little munchkin has been showing signs of an independent streak. She fusses when I try to help her position her hands on her sippy cup, and last night she insisted on grabbing the spoon from me when I tried to feed her.

Hmm. . . I wonder where she gets these tendencies from? :)

Lame Trifle Pic

I'm kicking myself for not getting a better picture of this, yet here she is, wrapped in plastic wrap and sitting the fridge. Next time I'll do her better justice.

Turkey Day in Sac

Thanksgiving in Sacramento with Steve's family was great. We spent a lot of time with family, ate way too much, watched movies and played games. Typical Thanksgiving stuff. And since this was the first time in almost four years that all of Steve's siblings were home, we decided to do some pictures in the backyard.

Sophie thought Tito was more interesting than the camera.

Sophie & me with Steve's parents.

Thanksgiving dinner had a bit of an African twist. The George's, friends of Steve's family from Nigeria, invited us to their beautiful home to have dinner with them. Beside the traditional turkey, stuffing and mashed potatoes sat rice, fried bread and bowls of yummy saucy stuff that Peju and her kids made.

Here's a pic of us with Peju. She's great.



Someone got a little sleepy after dinner, so I hid her somewhere I could keep an eye on her.

When she woke up, she had some playtime with Dad.

Trifling with Competition

Steve came home from school last week and excitedly told me about a dessert bake-off the school was holding on Tuesday. The winner gets a hundred bucks. I asked him what he was going to make and he looked at me like, "You're missing the point." So we brainstormed. After Steve analyzed the judging criteria and I thought about what I had experience making, we decided that the strawberry trifle might be our best chance. It's a dessert my mom makes for special occasions that we all love, which is why it was such a travesty when a brand-new, untouched one ended up splattered on the floor of the garage one Easter. (A story for another day. . .)

We got to work Monday night to put our entry together. I used real whipping cream instead of cool whip for the top and added a little half and half to the custard. Hey, this wasn't about counting calories and although some try to kid themselves, there's no denying the power of cream and sugar on the tastebuds. :)

Tuesday rolls around and I send a gorgeous trifle with him to school and wait with ants in my pants for him to return that night. Finally he walked in the door with an empty trifle bowl and a sign that read, "2nd place -- Stephen Perry, Trifle".

I'll gladly accept 2nd place and $75 for my first bake-off!

Chocolate Grasshopper Cheesecake

I found this recipe a few weeks ago in one of those little booklets sitting by the register at the grocery store, and I couldn't get it out of my head. I love chocolate and mint. I love cheesecake. How could this go wrong? Well, it didn't, except for the canyon-sized cracks in the top, which could have been prevented by sticking a pan of water in the oven. Oops, forgot.

I had to take a picture quick this morning before it disappeared. All that was left was this sad little sliver, missing it's whipped cream and Andes mint garnish that Betty Crocker so painstakingly added to their cheesecake in the photo.

Anyway, this cheesecake is GOOD. CRAZY good.

Chocolate Grasshopper Cheesecake
From Betty Crocker's Fall Baking mag

Crust:
15-20 fudge mint cookies, crushed (about a cup)
2 T butter, melted

Filling:
4 oz semisweet baking chocolate
3 8-oz packages of cream cheese, softened
1 c sugar
4 eggs
1 tsp peppermint extract
4-6 drops green food coloring

Place a small baking pan filled with 1-2 cups of water into the bottom oven rack. Heat oven to 300. Wrap foil around bottom and side of an ungreased 8 or 9-inch springform pan. In a medium bowl, mix crust ingredients with a fork until crumbly. Press in bottom and 1 inch up side of pan. Bake for 12 minutes. Let cool.

Microwave chocolate on high for 2 minutes, stirring halfway through, or until melted. Set aside. In a large bowl, beat cream cheese and sugar until smooth and creamy. Add eggs, one at a time, beating until smooth after each addition. Stir in peppermint and food coloring. Pour filling over crust.

Drop melted chocolate by tablespoons into the filling, allowing the chocolate to sink a bit. Run a knife around the filling to swirl the chocolate a bit. Bake for 55-60 minutes or until the middle of the cheesecake jiggles only slightly when bumped. Turn oven off and open the door slightly. Leave pan in the oven until it's cool enough to remove without hot pads. Allow to cool on counter top for an hour. Refrigerate for 3 hours.

Remove sides of pan and serve. Garnish with whipped cream and Andes mints if you're feeling extra fussy.

Nat's Notes:
1. It's even better if you leave it in the fridge overnight.

Sippy Cup

Since Sophie was getting pretty good at drinking from glasses and water bottles, we thought we'd start giving her a sippy cup. (Seems a little backwards, I know.) At first she was having a trouble sucking the water out, so Steve took the valve out, which made it pour straight out of the holes.

You'll see why we put the valve back in.

All Smiles

After a two-hour morning nap, Miss Sophie was nice and perky while I finished getting ready. I couldn't resist this one :)

Happy Six Months!

I got a knock on my door this morning. I opened the door and a woman was standing there with a big bunch of balloons sent from my parents and my sister. Today is Sophie's sixth month birthday! I took the balloons inside and Sophie's eyes got really big. I was getting her ready to go to Enrichment, so I let her grab at them before we left.

Everyone says this, but I can't believe that she's six months already!

Squash

Over the last several weeks we've slowly introduced Sophie to a few different foods. She's eating rice and oatmeal cereal as well as smashed bananas and pears. I wanted to give her a veggie this week, so I cooked up some butternut squash for her. I made sure to have the camera ready because I was positive I'd get a reaction out of her. Right before Steve started filming, I had been feeding her oatmeal.

Not exactly what I expected.

Close Calls and Cool Finds

I was about one step away from being sent to jail yesterday.

I'm not joking.

Earlier this week a guy responded to an ad I had on Craigslist looking for someone to give his 14-year-old son piano lessons during his month's visit to the Bay Area. They guy claimed he was on vacation in South Africa and told me that his boss would be sending me a check. I was to cash the check, take out the money he agreed to pay me for his son's lessons, then wire the rest to a nanny service, who would be taking care of his son during his stay. The whole situation sounded fine until the part about the check. I was a little wary from then on, but I let things play out until I got a check in the mail yesterday. I don't know why, but when I got it, I sat on the couch and just stared at it. I couldn't stop looking at it, and the more I looked at it the worse I felt. I looked over the security info on the back and even took it to a bank to have a teller look at it. It only took her 5 seconds to look at the check and tell me it was fake.

1. The colors were off on the top.
2. The watermark on the back didn't say, "Original Document"
3. There was no watermark on the front.
4. The bank information on the check sounded hokey.
5 The check itself was printed crooked.

The guy had emailed me that morning to tell me to send him the wire transfer confirmation numbers as soon as I had sent it. When I realized he'd sent me a fake check, I called the police. An officer came over and I told him what had happened. He told me that if I had tried to cash that check, the bank would have taken it from me, called the police and I would have been put in jail until they could confirm where I got the check. (And that I didn't just create it myself...) And I would have been liable for money that the bank wired to the "nanny service", which would have been about $3000.

Scams like this are really common on Craigslist, unfortunately. I'm glad I didn't give the guy any other information besides my address, which was reasonable because he was going to be sending his kid here. And looking back, his whole story sounded weird. I tend to be too trusting and gullible sometimes. Sheesh.

On a slightly lighter note, my hard drive gave out* yesterday. Steve worked for a couple of hours last night and a few this morning recovering what I had on there. He's brilliant. I got all my files back, but I have to reinstall a lot of my programs. I almost lost all of Sophie's pictures and movies from October and November. I also had over 300 recipes filed away in OneNote that I would have had to copy and paste (and in some cases, re-type) in again. AHHHH!!! I can't remember what else I had on there, but I'm sure I probably wouldn't have wanted it gone forever.

I made cookies last night and have probably eaten over a half dozen since. It's been a stressful 24 hours.

On a MUCH lighter note, and to Craigslist's redemption, I found a few estate sales and bought a bunch of vintage 40s-50s jewelry. Some of it I plan on taking apart and making other things, but some are very cool as is. By the way, estate sales are way fun. You pretty much walk into someone's house (most likely they've died) and buy whatever you want for cheap. They had all kinds of antique furniture, books, kitchen stuff, clothes, and you name it. If any of the SF girls reading this want to go with me next time, let me know!

* "gave out" is really a euphamism for "Nat unplugged her power cable from her docking station and forgot her laptop didn't have a battery in it, so it wasn't able to finish shutting down properly."