Tuesday French Toast

I forgot how much I like French toast. Caitlin came to visit this weekend, and we got to go to the temple in St. Louis and to chill. It was fun to see Caitlin again. She claims I am a bed hog, I maintain that whoever falls asleep first gets free reign of the bed. I fell asleep first! Caitlin went home yesterday, and since we were too tired Sunday morning to get up and make coffee cake in true Luke fashion, I made French Toast for breakfast. I know according to the old Luke family breakfast schedule that French toast is traditionally eaten on Wednesdays, but I made an exception. It was worth it! I forgot how good French toast is with a little (or a lot) of mapeline syrup. Why don't I eat it more often?

Jazz vs. Bulls

Friday night the Bulls played the Jazz in Champaign at an exhibition, pre-season game. Amanda went to the bathroom, and while she was gone they put someone's picture up on the screen. The whole crowd cheered like it was some player I was supposed to know. Dave and Brooke thought it was Michael Jordan. I had no clue, so I agreed with them. Michael Jordan's son plays for the Illini, so it wasn't a complete stretch that he would be there. The Jazz and the Bulls currently have former Illini on their teams, that's why they were playing in Champaign. Amanda informs me that there is no way that it was Michael Jordan, and now doesn't want to go to the Illini games with me. Too bad for her we have already purchased our tickets and she's stuck with me!
Dave thought it was fun to be at the game, but he's neither a Jazz nor a Bulls fan. When he got bored he multi-tasked and played guitar hero on his phone. He really needed to beat the new songs he downloaded so he can get more. Unfortunately the songs are really hard, so he just had Logan beat them on Saturday night. Dave is a basketball fan, normally rooting for some Texas team, but pretended to be a Jazz fan for a night since he's lived in Utah for the last 7 years.

Brooke is a true Jazz fan, she even wore a jersey. Brooke was in my ward a few years ago, and is now living in Peoria with med school. We don't get to see enough of each other, so this game was a good excuse to get together. I have to admit that my favorite part of the night was watching the Bulls mascot entertain the crowd, and watching the various time-out performances. Most memorable was the male dance team "The Matadors." They were about 10 overweight men, like 300-500 pounds who danced, essentially doing the truffle shuffle and taking their shirts off by the end. It was one of those things that was so disturbing it was entertaining!

Oreo Cookies create Brotherly Love

Logan would like me to tell you how much he likes oreo cookies. They are his favorite next to chocolate cake. He ate the whole bucket by himself. Or he would if I'd let him. But I didn't and I got to eat a few myself.

Chain Smoker

Anyone who knows me knows that when I get a cold, it goes straight to my vocal chords. I apparently have a cold because I sound like a chain smoker. It's really sexy, I can assure you that. Logan has started calling me "Wayne" because my voice is so low. I was hoping that it wasn't going to be that bad, but yesterday I felt like crap. I slept until 10 am, woke up, showered, and went back to bed by 1 and slept the rest of the afternoon. By 10 pm last night I was still super tired! I guess I really am sick!

Culinary Master!

Logan has decided to take on the responsibility of making a chocolate cake every week. It's soo cute how he's following in Dad's footsteps! Of course, the first cake he made he couldn't find the baking soda, so it was a brick. I since have shown him where the baking soda is in the cupboards, and he's done well ever since! I am currently surprised that he and dad can just dump every ingredient in the bowl at once and the cake turns out well.