Scones=Family

You may be wondering how scones equals my family well I will tell you but first this:

The other day my roommates and I were craving some delicious scones so I went to the

masters for a recipe and ended up with some frozen rolls and the the advice to "roll them out really thin. The thinner, the bigger." Thanks Grandpa Baird for those words of wisdom. :) We took his advice and much to our satisfaction, we ended up with some beautiful looking scones that warmed our bellies.

Ok, now on to the explanation of how scones started this family of mine...

It begins with my father, Steve, in college.  He moves into a new singles ward and gets assigned to home teach Shelly Baird.  On one of his visits, Shelly's mom peeks her head in and notices the nice looking young man and begins plotting, or should I say "kneading."  By the time the lesson was finished, the smell of homemade scones was wafting from the kitchen.  The next part went a little something like this...

Well, dad stayed for dinner, and then he stayed forever. And then the world got this

and this

How grateful the world is for those scones.


Bon Appetit!

Please Tell Me You Would Date This

Today I was called a "special needs orphan from a Nazi concentration camp... with a skin disease" in reference to this picture:

Should I be offended or flattered?

I'll choose the latter.

Question.

How does one go about taking notes in a sign language class?

What's in a Name?

An amazing thing happened to me today. I've been waiting for this day since my birth. No one could have prepared me for the thoughts and feelings that came with this glorious event. It is now time for a story...

In my American Literature class today we learned about Christopher Columbus and how he came to the Americas and renamed all the tiny little islands. We got onto the subject of names and what they mean to people individually or as a group.

This of course got me thinking to how cool I think my name is. I mean really, how many Reegans do you know? We are far and few in this world. I even looked it up there's 1,556 Reegans in the United States and only 1 Reegan Lake. I'm pretty unique if I don't say so myself. Sure you've got King Lear's daughter named Regan and then there's the President/actor, Ronald Reagan that I am so often confused with, but that's different of course.

Well, while sitting in class thinking about my name the girl sitting to my left raises her hand to make a comment. The professor asks her for her name to get to know her and what do I hear her say? "It's Reegan." I definitely let out an audible gasp for everyone in the room to hear. In my whole 19 and almost 1/2 years of existence I have never met anyone with my name and now I was sitting right next to her! Turns out she's never met another Reegan either so it was great experience to say the least. I am now able to check that one off my bucket list.

Needless to say, I felt extremely accomplished with my day because of this one event and the best news is I get to re-live it 3 times a week for the whole semester!

The Beginning

As a little kid I used to think everyone was leaving me out and naturally I didn't want to miss out on the parties going on around me so I picked up a phrase, "what about me?" Here's an example:

ME: Mom, where are you going?

MOM: I have to go use the restroom.

ME: What about Me?

MOM: I don't think you want to come with me this time...

or another example in case that last one was a little too confusing,

MOM (talking to the whole family): We're going to go to the movies this week as a family.

ME: What about Me?

MOM: Reegan, when I say "as a family" that means you too.

I was a paranoid little girl hoping I wouldn't be left behind. My mom said it wasn't a rare occasion when you heard a squeaky little voice coming from the back seat of the car asking, "But what about Me?"

So when everyone started blogging about their lives, the lessons they've learned, or new hobbies they've picked up on I heard myself saying, "What about me?"

So here it is. It's all about me this time. No more getting left behind, I'm jumping on this bandwagon.