Smitten Mittens, the Best New Candy in the World, and the New Version of Blogger

Here's what I was talking about at the end of the Snuggie post...

the Hand Hugger!!! Lee found their website and has already chosen his prize from my etsy shop for doing so.  

Are you "tired of struggling with holding hands while wearing gloves?"  If so, you should go to www.handhugger.com where you'll find the solution to all your winter hand holding problems.  

And guess what?  Yup, they're made in Utah.  I knew there had to be Utah Mormons behind this ridiculousness.  Okay, well I don't know for sure that the owners of the company called Smitten Mittens who make the Hand Huggers are Mormons, but I'm just going to assume that they are, because they probably are.  

Check out this picture...isn't that romantic?  Getting kissed on a mountain top while your arm is twisted awkwardly behind your back while your lover grabs your bottom with his hand, and yours.  

Here's my FAVORITE quote from their website.  I must share.  Oh and I copied the quote exactly how it is written on the website, punctuation and all.  (And you thought I was bad with improperly using ellipses and writing major run on sentences!)

"Going on a first date...why not take along a Hand Hugger, who knows...Wouldn't grandma and grandpa look cute using them on their walks...The possibilities are endless."

First of all, I don't know how they got straight from a first date to grandma and grandpa, all in one sentence.  Second of all, I can't imagine a more awkward thing to bring on a first date.  Haaaaaaaaa as if first dates aren't awkward enough as it is...throw in a Hand Hugger and it's a recipe for disaster if you ask me.  Endless possibilities?...that might be a bit of a stretch.  

But speaking of things that aren't recipes for disaster...have you guys tried the new Junior Mints Candy Coated Minis?  Because if you haven't, you should.  They are the best (and worst) thing that's happened to me this Christmas season.  (Thank you Audrey for introducing them to me.)  

Christmas used to be awesome because of Mint M&M's, but then the Mint M&M's got all fat and weird and aren't as good as they used to be.  But, luckily we now have these...

awesome candies.  They are way better than a Junior Mint and way better than a Mint M&M, in my opinion.  

But, good luck finding them.  I've scoured the Salt Lake Valley looking for these and they are not easy to find.  Now that I have what I need stocked up for the season I guess I can tell you that the only place I've found them is at Harmon's.  It's probably because they are 4 bucks a bag there, so they've lasted longer than at other places.  Or, maybe the other places never got them.  But you should go get some...they're worth every penny.  I promise. And, if you buy them and don't like them, I'll take them off your hands.  

The third topic for this post is the new version of Blogger. I just want to say how much I LOVE the new blogger.  If you are still using the old Blogger, you should switch over.  It only takes about 5 minutes to get used to the new version and it is WAY EASIER to use, especially when it comes to moving around and inserting pictures, and with the spacing between paragraphs...my two biggest complaints about Blogger.  I was seriously thinking of moving my blog over to WordPress, but now that they've made changes to the two most annoying things about Blogger, I think I'll stay awhile.  

The new version doesn't have spell check, but I have recently discovered that you don't need Blogger to have spell check if you use Google Chrome as your web browser because Google Chrome has it's own spell check that is way better than Blogger's spell check anyway.  

Okay, I'm sounding like a total blog nerd so I'm going to end this post, but I promise, switch over to the new Blogger.  The quality of your life will increase drastically.  Oh, and go get a Hand Hugger and some Junior Mints Candy Coated Minis too if you want your Christmas to be AMAZING.  

Snuggies Scare Me

Every once in awhile a product moves from the hidden world of late night TV infomercials to the mainstream shopping world. 

Case in point:

Moving Men furniture sliding disks...actually work pretty well.  I learned about them back during my days working at Mini Bazaar and they come in quite handy for moving big furniture. 

Kaboom cleaner...I'm pretty sure my mom suckered for this one at least once.  She always has hated hard water stains on toilets. 

Sobakawa pillows...because why sleep on feathers when you can sleep on buckwheat?  (I think every member of my immediate family had a Sobabkawa pillow at one time or another.)

ShamWow...one word...WOW!

ProActiv...never worked for me, but about 100 other acne products didn't either.

Bumpits, which according to their commercials take you from "flat to fabulous!"...also very good to use if you want to hide snacks up in your hair to eat during church or at other times when snacking is inappropriate. 

and...this year's winner of the late night infomercial to real world shopping transformation goes to SNUGGIE!

And that brings me to the topic of today's post which is, "Snuggies Scare Me," which also could have been titled, "Snuggies Creep Me Out."  

Is it because they are EVERYWHERE this year?...from Walmart, to Walgreens, to Babys R US, online, in the malls, in grocery stores...EVERYWHERE!  I wouldn't even be surprised to see them for sale in a gas station. 

Am I afraid of getting stuck in it and suffocating?

Are they scary because they make you look like a wizard, a monk, a Star Wars character, and/or a member of the KKK?  

Is it static caused by the fleece and potential shockage?  Or the thought of my Snuggie being a magnet for unattached hairs?  Or worse, attached hair and really messing up my hairdo? 

Or, is it just the fact that they make a leopard print Snuggie?  I don't even want to know what could happen with a leopard print Snuggie. 

Is it because there are Snuggies for adults, kids, babies, and even dogs? 

The isolation and loneliness Snuggies could cause? 

I can't really figure it out.  Maybe my fear is unfounded.  But seriously, every time I pass a Snuggie display in a store I shudder in creepedoutness and then oddly enough have the overwhelming desire to buy them for all my friends and family. 

I'm really confused why Snuggies have this power over me. 

Does anyone know why I'm completely scared and fascinated with Snuggies at the same time?  Anyone share my feelings?

Oh, and in the meantime while you try to figure out your true feelings for Snuggies, here are a couple of Snuggie Infomercial spoofs to enjoy.  (You probably won't get them though if you haven't seen the real Snuggie commercials...so go watch that first on YouTube and then come back.)







Bonus Section for BYU students and graduates or anyone else who might understand Utah Mormon culture...

Okay, so does anyone remember what those glove/muffler things were called that they sold at BYU that were made for couples so, "the cold weather wouldn't get in the way of hand holding."  I can't remember what they were called and it's driving me crazy! 

It was so couples could actually hold hands...not gloved hands...but real, naked, hands during the winter and not get frostbite.  I actually once saw a couple using one while walking up Rape Hill going to class.  It was weird. 

So to give you a visual, each of them have a normal glove on their outside hand and then in the middle they are sharing something that looks like this...

but not so fuzzy or fake furish.  Weird huh? 

I'll give a dollar or an item from my etsy shop to the first person that can help me remember what these things were called. 

Hello, is anybody home?

Okay, first of all, I've had 44 views today...somebody even viewed my blog from freaking Iceland...and the only comment I got was from a spammer (possibly an Icelandic spammer).  Hello, is anybody out there? What's wrong, am I boring my blog fans?  I'll try to be more interesting in the future, but seriously guys, evil midgets in the back seat of my car is about as interesting as it gets for me, and might ever get. 

Second of all, those shoes in my post RIDICULOUS are now making my feet bleed.  Do you think I can return them to Target?  Then when they ask me if there was anything wrong with the item I can say, "Yes, they make my feet bleed!"  And I really don't think I bought them a size too small.  I think they are just super cute but super uncomfortable shoes, as are a lot of shoes I've worn in my life.  The worst I think had to be some shoes my cousin Audrey and I bought in China.  They were sooooo cute, trendy, and cheap.  But, my shoes hurt my feet and Audrey's shoes caused her some major bleeding if I remember right. 

Third of all, at the bottom of my posts where you used to see the word "Comment," which is where those of you who aren't big leeches would click if you wanted to comment, you now will see "Non Leechy People."  So, that's where you click now if you want to comment.  And, if anyone can think of anything better to put there in place of "Non Leechy People," and I like it, then I'll give you a dollar or a Scentsy candle, depending on how good your suggestion is.  I just wanted the COMMENT button to stand out a bit more because some of my readers have complained that they "don't know how to leave a comment," or "can't see where you click to comment."  Come on people, Al Gore invented the Internet YEARS ago...it's time to learn how to use it! 

And, fourth of all.  People are asking, "Becca, what are you going to do after you graduate?  Where are you going? Do you have a job?" etc.  Here's the answer, "Becca doesn't know what she's going to do after she graduates, doesn't know where she's going, and hasn't even started looking for a job."  Basically my plan is to take a little sabbatical and travel for a few weeks, search for a job for a few weeks, then travel for a few weeks more and then search for a job for a few weeks, and so forth.  And, if by the summer I haven't found a "real" job then I'll maybe fulfill one of my lifelong occupational dreams, which are kind of weird, and are not the kind of dreams that your mom would want to brag about you having, but are dreams nonetheless.  For some weird reason I've always wanted to: 1)work at the Post Office...I love sending and recieving packages, 2) work at the airport...I love airports and people coming and going, 3) work as a travel agent...I LOVE buying plane tickets and planning travel, even if it isn't for me, and 4) work as a waitress...I think just to see if I could hack it.  So, see, I have plans for my future and many occupational options.  I'll be okay...right? 

Oh, and fifth of all, I can't get the spell check to work on this new version of Blogger.  So, no spelling corrections please, and if anyone knows how to do the spell check on the new Blogger please let me know.  Thanks!

On my last day of class, maybe ever...

Dear University of Utah, I know you've tried hard. I would even give you an A for effort. BUT...2 and a half years later I am: still a conservative still not a believer in socialized medicine still not an Obama fan still love BYU and am glad I went there still an active Mormon and...still don't like dogs But, thanks for the education. I really appreciate it. Love, Becca Oh, and P.S. Here's a picture of me in my BYU sweatshirt. I had to wear something special for my last day of school.

Oh, and yes, that's me in front of Dr. Alder's office. If any of my school friends are reading this, and I do believe that there are a few school friend leeches out there (at least Julia and Erin for sure), whatever you do don't show this picture to Alder until after he gives me an A in Biostatistics. Thanks!

For Fans of The Office (and Lawrence Welk)

Okay, so maybe I'm going a bit crazy with finals, the end of grad school, pending life decisions, the thought of having to get another job, or whatever else can make a Spinster crazy, but I came across this clip from SNL the other night and I think it is HILARIOUS and can't get enough of it. I tested it out on a few friends at school today and decided that it was just too funny not to share. Maybe some of you have already seen it, and if you have, I want to know why you held out on me with this. Oh, and may I just say that these are all super clean SNL clips. I promise. So, here's my new absolute favorite from SNL. It probably won't be funny to you unless you watch The Office. And just for fun I'm throwing in an old family favorite. It's an SNL spoof of the Lawrence Welk show. Sorry to have to make fun of one of your favorite shows grandma, but this is really funny. And if you liked that last clip, here's a little encore. Enjoy! I just love Kristen Wiig. She's my favorite SNL person, I think ever. Sometime check out her Penelope skits and her Surprise Party skit if you haven't already. What are your favorite SNL skits? I don't want to be missing out again.

R I D I C U L O U S

Sometimes, even without the help of my brothers, I realize that I'm a bit ridiculous. This weekend might have had some pretty good examples of my ridiculousness. Let's start with some shoes I bought. I found them at Target and they were only 20 bucks. Fantastic. But they must run a little small. I normally wear a size 8 1/2 or 9 shoe and I had to buy size 9 1/2...and honestly they are still a bit tight. I'm wearing them right now and my toes are a little hurty. But, I refuse to buy size 10 shoes. I may have big feet but I'm not an Amazon! Wearing shoes too small for you just because of the size on the label...ridiculous.

Saturday night I finished writing a research paper. And as soon as I pushed the print button I thought to myself, 'Hallelujah, that was the last research paper you will ever have to write in your life Becca!' And then my other self thought 'well, maybe.' Even considering more school when you've spent the majority of your life in school...ridiculous.

Later that night I drove to the store because I realized that I was missing one of the ingredients for Becca's Super Duper Awesome Green Enchiladas that I wanted to make Sunday (even though I just made them last weekend). The ingredient I didn't have? Cream of chicken soup. Last week in Idaho Tyler and I found Campbell's cream of chicken soup on sale for 58 cents a can. We bought hundreds of cans to stock up for ourselves and other family members. I left it all in Idaho. Not bringing even one can of soup to Utah with me and then having to pay full price and make a special trip to the store for it...ridiculous.

And, as I was driving to the store I saw a po-po who had just pulled someone over which made me remember my expired driver's licence. It has been expired for four months now. Why don't I have a current driver's licence? Reason 1: I really really really don't want another Utah licence. I want an Idaho driver's licence. BUT, I don't have residency in Idaho. I don't know why they can't judge my residency by my heart...which, if you could see, has the word IDAHO written on it. Reason 2: I feel really fat right now and don't want a picture taken that is going to last 5 years and also don't think I can lie about my weight enough to get it even close to what I want it to be on my driver's licence. There's pretty much a 10 pound limit to lying on your driver's licence, right? Driving on an expired licence because you are a big fat Idaho lover...ridiculous. So I go into the store, buy my cream of chicken soup, and head out to the parking lot to get back in my car. But, during the short time I was shopping, a rapist van has parked near my car. And there's a guy sitting in it. Great. He was probably just a nice guy waiting in the car while his wife ran in to get some last minute groceries. That would be the logical thing to think. But instead I just assume, because of what he's driving, that he's a rapist, or at least a thief. And I just bought this super cool new purse that I'm sure makes me more of a target. So I decide to run to my car. But it's icy. Don't worry, I didn't fall. But I did look like an idiot as I ran with only my lower legs to avoid falling. Running like a dork to avoid a guy who is probably not a rapist...ridiculous. Rapist Van Funny Rapist Van Then I get in my car and sweep my arm across the back seat, you know, to check for bad guys. I always do this. Especially since, while at BYU, Lee stole my second set of keys and hid in my back seat so he could (and did) scare me when I got into my car. And, as I'm sweeping my arm across the back seat the thought comes to me, 'Becca, you always check for bad guys, but what about bad midgets? You need to do a more thorough check.' Worrying about evil midgets in my back seat...ridiculous. The next day (Sunday) I got up and got ready for church. I headed to church and was even a little proud of myself for being on time (even though my church doesn't start until 1:00 PM). I pulled into the parking lot and there were hardly any cars there. What the? And then I remembered...oh yeah, it was Stake Conference today....at 10:00 in the morning! Completely missing church because you spaced Stake Conference...ridiculous. So, that was my weekend. I'm starting to think that I might be losing it. And that brings me to my next subject which is notes and lists. I'm not really too forgetful usually, but I think that I fear forgetting, thanks to my mom. My mom thinks that she is doomed to Alzheimer's Disease. I don't know why. It doesn't run in our family, we don't live in a house with old pipes, she does crossword puzzles, and we are careful not to use aluminum pots, but for some reason any time my mom forgets any little thing she starts freaking out about getting Alzheimer's...and tells me not to put her in one of the yucky nursing homes that smell like urine but to put her in a nice one...unless she's TOTALLY out of it and then to just put her in the cheapest one because she won't know any difference anyway. I don't even want to get to the point where I'm worrying about Alzheimer's and nursing homes. Hence, I write notes and lists about and for everything, so I won't forget anything, and therefore won't think I'm really losing it. Someday, whoever finds my dead body (half-eaten by wild dogs of course) will also find me surrounded in notes and lists. I make lists of things I need to do, things I need to buy, things I want to buy, pros and cons lists about my life choices (or lack thereof), lists of people I need to write thank you notes to, lists of things I want to blog about, lists of places I want to go, lists of things I want to do, lists to revise and condense old lists, etc.

I recently got made fun of by some relatives (I won't mention any names) for having every little moment of my sister-in-law's baby shower all listed out in outline form. They asked me if it was my lesson plan for the party. It was. I just wanted to be organized...SORRY! I have lists and notes on paper, on my Google Calender, on my Google Task List, on the back of junk mail envelopes, on the back of receipts, on the back of old homework assignments, on sticky notes, and sometimes I even use the inside flap of the gum box.

I think you get the picture.

So that is why I was so happy to walk into my aunt and uncle's house this Thanksgiving and find this...

on their cupboards. And I'm pretty sure some of the notes had already been taken down by the time I got there. Wow. And I thought I was into notes and organizing.

I think my Aunt Karen might have me beat on this one. I think that her lists are not because she's afraid of going crazy, like I am, but just because she truly is one of the most organized people in the world. And, she was cooking like three different Thanksgiving dinners at once since some of her guests have special diets. She's way nicer than I am. I'd be like "eat a granola bar if you can't tolerate lactose, I'm only making one Thanksgiving dinner!" But she's super nice, unlike me.

She was even nice enough to let me take her picture. I told her it was for my blog and it was a sure way to make her famous and that tons of people would leave me comments if I put her picture on my blog also that people will probably recognize her in the grocery store from my blog and she might even get a book deal on organization skills out of it. Or something like that.

Well, so what do you do that is a little ridiculous? Do share...

What the what the?

Okay so just today I saw (in SLC) two (yes, two) dogs wearing sweaters. What the? Aren't dogs wild animals? Don't they have fur so they can survive outside? I'm confused. When I was a missionary in Argentina I remember another missionary commenting on the Argentine dogs by saying, "Argentine dogs...you think they're all strays until winter comes and they're all wearing sweaters." And that is seriously how it was. There would be about 50 inbred "stray" dogs hanging around every neighborhood and then all of a sudden in the winter they'd all be wearing sweaters. It never made sense to me. Maybe there was some charity in Argentina of a bunch of old women who sit around crocheting sweaters for homeless dogs. I don't know... Anyway, I just thought is was funny that I saw two dogs in sweaters today. Maybe they're always around and I just don't notice. But I usually notice dogs. Because I want them to stay away from me. But sometimes I can be pretty oblivious to dogs I guess. Like today, I was at school and noticed that the girl sitting next to me had a Google phone. I'm thinking about upgrading to either an iPhone or a Google phone so I asked her if I could see it. And as I'm looking at it she says, "Ooh, do you want to see a picture of my dogs?" and before I could even answer she reached over and pushed a button and a picture of her two dogs popped up. So, even though I don't care for dogs AT ALL, I tried to be polite and said: "Oh, how cute. I love that little scrunched up face on that dog." And thought: "I really don't care about your dogs I just wanted to see your phone." And then she told me how one of her dogs only had one eye because he was a rescued dog or something and so I continued looking at the pictures trying to think of things to say or ask. So I asked if both dogs were the same kind of dog. She laughed. A lot. And then told me that one was a terrier and the other one was a pug. How was I supposed to know? They were both small dogs. But that got me thinking? Why is it that when it comes to dogs, you're an idiot if you don't know the subtle differences in the dog types. But, when it comes to humans you aren't supposed to notice the differences in human types. Once again, I'm just confused. And another thing I'm confused about is why I saw a 1998 Toyota Corolla in the parking lot of the library with one of these...

on the steering wheel. Seriously dude, nobody wants to steal your 1998 Corolla. Especially when there are plenty of Lexi (plural for Lexus), Beemers (BMW), and Benzes (as in Mercedes) around. It was the east side of SLC for heavens sake. Whatever.

And then just today I got a special request from cousin Kate to tell the, as she put it "a$$ wipe story." But it's not really much of a story at all. Basically, on Thanksgiving, as per family tradition, my cousin Kate, Aunt Lucy, Uncle Jay and I went to see the movie The Blindside at the ridiculously overpriced, due to a monopoly, Edwards Theater in Idaho Falls.

The movie was pretty good. I would recommend it. Even though I ended up paying $15.50 to see it...$9.50 for the movie, $1.00 Fandango fee, and $5.00 to wash my car after the movie since while we were in the movie some, as Kate claims I said, "a$$-wipe," threw soda all over my car. Which became frozen soda.

So that's really it. Kate laughed a lot at my reaction. But seriously, it bugged big time. Especially since I don't know where any good car washes in IF are and ended up paying five bucks for the crappiest car wash in the history of car washes. By the way, I washed my car at that car wash with all the paintings of the cartoon bears (I think on Yellowstone). Don't waste your money at that place. Seriously.

Well, that's all for now. I'll try to be nicer in the future and more understanding of dog lovers and soda throwers. Bye.