Saturday, November 21, 2009

The Princess and the Pea

First off, I would like to thank eBay for making this post possible. I'm currently connected to the eBay sponsored free wi-fi on this Delta airplane while flying 30,000 feet above Nevada en route to Salt Lake City. Thank you eBay. And thank you, glorious technology!

Okay, onto the subject at hand. The other night, Mr. Frisby and I went out to buy a foam mattress topper for our mattress. As we got in the car after purchasing one, I told him that I was getting old. He asked why and I told him that I knew I was getting old because we had to buy a mattress topper. In the vigor of my youth, less than perfect sleeping conditions never bothered me. But now, I feel like the princess in the princess and the pea. I have slept on many surfaces that were not up to par. I'm fairly certain than any mattress I had while attending BYU was over 20 years old and totally worn out. And I won't even talk about what I slept on during my mission. In spite of these sub-par conditions, I always slept well and hopped out of bed fit as a fiddle. I was young. Over the past several years, I have not noticed any decline in my ability to rejuvenate while sleeping because I have had the privilege of sleeping on pillow-top mattresses (if you don't know what that is, you should probably find out. Soon.). But, apparently, the decline has happened. Since moving to our new apartment (still finishing the last of the unpacking - then I'll post pics!) a few weeks ago, we've been sleeping on the bed/mattress that Mr. Frisby had before we got married. It is not a pillow-top. And my body was quick to let me know. After the first few nights, I noticed that my hips were bruised and very sore. It was a familiar feeling. One I got every summer after sleeping on the ground for a week at girls' camp. I quickly realized that the soreness was due to the mattress and it's lack of pillow-top glory. So, we bought the mattress topper and my hips are feeling much better. But, I guess buying a mattress topper is a sign of getting older.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009


I am not a flan lover. In fact, if you asked if I liked it, I would probably say no. But, thanks to my friend Aaron, I have sampled the flan from El Pollo Loco and it is surprisingly tasty. So tasty that, upon spying an El Pollo Loco while out and about last night, Mr. Frisby and I decided to stop and get some. Mmmm. Smooth, creamy, carmely. Whether or not you like flan, you should probably give it a try. Yummy!

Friday, November 6, 2009


Mr. Frisby and I share many similarities. We also have some differences, though, and we noticed one this week. Upon moving into our new apartment, we started organizing and getting things unpacked. My first order of business was this:

Mr. Frisby's first order of business was this:

Tuesday, November 3, 2009


There's nothing like a good move to help you realize you have too much crap. I don't care how much crap you have. When it comes time to move it all, you realize you have too much. Since we had our big move today, all of our crap is piled in boxes around our new apartment. When we have unpacked all of said crap, I will post some photos of our new place.