Because I love Daft Punk and coordinated people.
Sorry I'm off this week too - I've been helping with 12th Night. I'll explain later (with pics of course :))
In the meantime slap on your glow in the dark makeup, put yourself in an anime music video and see why this video is originality^2 and why this group even made Kanye eat his heart out.
Showing posts with label random. Show all posts
Showing posts with label random. Show all posts
Saturday, January 3, 2009
Monday, June 16, 2008
Bleeding Purple and Gold
You may not know by looking at me, or by looking around my house, but I am a die-hard fan.I love basketball and I love the Lakers
I think it started with Chick Hurn and Kareem when I was about 4.
I have sweet memories of watching the Lakers/Boston championships all throughout the 80s with my dad and learning the difference between a hook shot and a free throw and why Magic was magic and why being “on your wallet” was bad and why “in the refrigerator” was good thing. I loved the pace of the game, I loved how the players were elegantly larger than life. I loved how it was a cerebral game as well as just forcing the flesh. I loved how excited I got at every free throw and I loved the fact that they were constantly reaching up instead of across a field like in football. Kareem remains one of my favorite players of all time. The Gentle Giant. Don’t mess
with the man either, but he was the nice one.
I have sweet memories of watching the Lakers/Boston championships all throughout the 80s with my dad and learning the difference between a hook shot and a free throw and why Magic was magic and why being “on your wallet” was bad and why “in the refrigerator” was good thing. I loved the pace of the game, I loved how the players were elegantly larger than life. I loved how it was a cerebral game as well as just forcing the flesh. I loved how excited I got at every free throw and I loved the fact that they were constantly reaching up instead of across a field like in football. Kareem remains one of my favorite players of all time. The Gentle Giant. Don’t mess
with the man either, but he was the nice one.I LOVE YOU KAREEM!
I just loved it all and nothing much has changed.
Basketball has been a part of my life since, well, forever. Every time I went to Tucson to visit family we’d hit up one of my cousin’s games. I’d go support our church ball leagues; I was a faithful fan of our unsung but very capable and accomplished high school team. It’s pretty impossible to grow up LDS and not be basketball and volleyball proficient.
Basketball was an intimate part more than one District Leader’s lessons on my mission as well. There are a lot of lessons in basketball. John Wooden remains one of my heroes and one of the best men who has ever walked the planet.
I love how it brings people I love together and leaves them better.
But mostly I love the Lakers
Some of my best memories with my crazy brothers and cousins have been watching the Lakers play, being on our feet, and cheering for purple and gold boys, IBCs in hand and feeling nothing but love and adrenaline.
Since the Kobe years and the death of Chick my dad has pretty much put away his purple and gold allegiances but my brother and I are still carrying the torch. And for the first time since Shaq left we’ve found themselves back in the finals, AND against Boston of all people. Little else has been in or out of my thoughts in the last two and a half weeks except maybe Twilight and my graduating from college – more on that later.
Now, if you love the Lakers you hate Boston. It’s the rules. Larry Bird and Magic came up together in the 70’s through college and the draft and were always personal rivals and then they both became centerpieces of their teams that they played for the majority of their careers; Bird with Boston and Magic here in LA. They played each other in NBA Finals 6 different times and the rivalry went from being personal to a franchise wide loathing. Things haven’t changed much since then. I still hate Boston. When my friend went to go visit earlier this year it was all I could do to not go “Why??!” every time she mentioned it. Boston is where happiness goes to die. Everyone knows that.
NBA speaking, I think Brett Hall got it right when he said “I hate Boston (he's a true fan) but I like Boston’s players”. I will totally agree with that. Boston’s line up right now is amazing and as much as I hate to admit it, we are getting handed our cabooses in pieces. 4 different pieces. Game 6 of the finals is tomorrow night in Boston. We’ve already lost two games out there and
one here to Boston. We need to win two more if we’re going to take it but with how we’re playing and the fact that Boston is practically breathing fire at us (Kevin Garnett, I’m looking at you) we’ll have to see what happens.
I’m nervous. As nervous as a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs. Tomorrow is a big day.
I love how it brings people I love together and leaves them better.
But mostly I love the Lakers
Some of my best memories with my crazy brothers and cousins have been watching the Lakers play, being on our feet, and cheering for purple and gold boys, IBCs in hand and feeling nothing but love and adrenaline.
Since the Kobe years and the death of Chick my dad has pretty much put away his purple and gold allegiances but my brother and I are still carrying the torch. And for the first time since Shaq left we’ve found themselves back in the finals, AND against Boston of all people. Little else has been in or out of my thoughts in the last two and a half weeks except maybe Twilight and my graduating from college – more on that later.
Now, if you love the Lakers you hate Boston. It’s the rules. Larry Bird and Magic came up together in the 70’s through college and the draft and were always personal rivals and then they both became centerpieces of their teams that they played for the majority of their careers; Bird with Boston and Magic here in LA. They played each other in NBA Finals 6 different times and the rivalry went from being personal to a franchise wide loathing. Things haven’t changed much since then. I still hate Boston. When my friend went to go visit earlier this year it was all I could do to not go “Why??!” every time she mentioned it. Boston is where happiness goes to die. Everyone knows that.
NBA speaking, I think Brett Hall got it right when he said “I hate Boston (he's a true fan) but I like Boston’s players”. I will totally agree with that. Boston’s line up right now is amazing and as much as I hate to admit it, we are getting handed our cabooses in pieces. 4 different pieces. Game 6 of the finals is tomorrow night in Boston. We’ve already lost two games out there and
one here to Boston. We need to win two more if we’re going to take it but with how we’re playing and the fact that Boston is practically breathing fire at us (Kevin Garnett, I’m looking at you) we’ll have to see what happens.I’m nervous. As nervous as a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs. Tomorrow is a big day.
Monday, April 14, 2008
Objects in Mirror are Stranger than they Appear
Dear Person who invented the pick-up move “pace-her-on the freeway-with-your-window- rolled-down-and-ask-for-her-cell-phone-number”,
It doesn’t work. Furthermore, the people who have followed suit aren’t exactly the type of guy that would put it to practical or honorable use.
I have had to deal with this particular mode of picking-upness twice now and, admittedly, the first time was rather entertaining. I had the Mari-meister in the car and we had a proper giggle about it. She was available to take down your number by means of you holding up your fingers through your car window going 75 mph down the 210 freeway. We called, you talked, it was awkward, you said I was pretty and I thanked you and promptly erased your #. I’ll admit it. I was flattered. I never though much of my profile but apparently it was stalk-worthy, for 10 miles or so. Mari and I still laugh whenever it comes up because it really was quite a ridiculous situation. We were on our way back from church even – can you get more random?
Apparently yes, this last time I was quite put out by you invention’s antics. Word to the wise – being paced by a black mustang for 6 consecutive miles on the 101 at 1 in the morning is freaky enough, but when they driver is trying to coax you into exchanging phone numbers, that’s just downright creepy.
I know very few self respecting girls that would just give their phone number to a person they passed on the street. “Hey you’re cute – what’s your #?”. A bit of conversation and impressions must be had before an exchange can take place. Why would that be different in cars? I’ve struck up conversations with people I’ve been stuck next to in traffic before – and if they were charming enough I’d give them my number and we’d chat through our sigalert, no problem.
You really need to stipulate proper times and places for such a bold move because if done correctly, it could be quite charming. But if it’s done badly with poor timing, like I said before, Creep City.
Still checking my rearview,
~Liz
It doesn’t work. Furthermore, the people who have followed suit aren’t exactly the type of guy that would put it to practical or honorable use.
I have had to deal with this particular mode of picking-upness twice now and, admittedly, the first time was rather entertaining. I had the Mari-meister in the car and we had a proper giggle about it. She was available to take down your number by means of you holding up your fingers through your car window going 75 mph down the 210 freeway. We called, you talked, it was awkward, you said I was pretty and I thanked you and promptly erased your #. I’ll admit it. I was flattered. I never though much of my profile but apparently it was stalk-worthy, for 10 miles or so. Mari and I still laugh whenever it comes up because it really was quite a ridiculous situation. We were on our way back from church even – can you get more random?
Apparently yes, this last time I was quite put out by you invention’s antics. Word to the wise – being paced by a black mustang for 6 consecutive miles on the 101 at 1 in the morning is freaky enough, but when they driver is trying to coax you into exchanging phone numbers, that’s just downright creepy.
I know very few self respecting girls that would just give their phone number to a person they passed on the street. “Hey you’re cute – what’s your #?”. A bit of conversation and impressions must be had before an exchange can take place. Why would that be different in cars? I’ve struck up conversations with people I’ve been stuck next to in traffic before – and if they were charming enough I’d give them my number and we’d chat through our sigalert, no problem.
You really need to stipulate proper times and places for such a bold move because if done correctly, it could be quite charming. But if it’s done badly with poor timing, like I said before, Creep City.
Still checking my rearview,
~Liz
Thursday, April 10, 2008
I've Been Tagged
Well Jennette has started this particular round of randomness and she is one in a millionSeven random things about me huh? Well - do you read my blog?
Of course you do - or else you wouldn't even have read the question -
I'm FULL of random/weird facts so I'll do my best to conjure some more
7) I have a secret dream of seeing someone try to sing a Korn song during karaoke. Like what would the prompt text be? "Gutteral barking - 4 measures"?
6) I've never been to Sea World
5) If I don't read at least one book a month I get crabby. Like needing-a-cigarette kind of grumpy
4) I wish Emma Thompson was my best friend (along with my real best friend. We'd be the happiest and giggliest trio of women on Earth I think).
3) When I found out that there was a Famous Dave's BBQ opening up in Rancho I called them to ask if they were going to have the on-tap saspurilla that I had at the Dave's in Kansas City. When they said that they didn't and probably weren't I asked to speak with the manager and/or owner. When I got him on the phone I proceeded to give him a 20 minute pitch as to why he needs to call up the Kansas City location, get the name of their distributer, and put it into his business plan and after a few chuckles he agreed to look into it and asked me if I wanted a job. I said no, just saspurilla. I made an appointment in three weeks to follow up with him and you best be sure that I will.
2) Out of all of the cast of Firefly I think that I wish I was Zoe I'm probably more a Kaylee and no matter what I'm doing, if I think about Jayne I always laugh.
1) As of late I've got such a yearning to travel and get off the continental United States that it oft times dives me to distraction and to parousing the Peace Corps website.
I think these games are fun and everyone should participate so I am electing to open up my 7 tagging options to whomever needs a blogging idea. Consider yourself tagged *tag!*
I will follow up with you in 3 weeks and don't think I won't
Monday, March 31, 2008
Little Tugs
So when I was a missionary traipsing all over the Washington DC and Virginian landscape my mission president would frequently give us challenges to "follow little tugs"; read: the random thoughts, ideas or whatever that enter your daily inner dialog. He always said the "first thought is of God and second is of Man."
My companion and I committed to accept President's challenge and in an effort to more accurately listen to the Spirit and to make our days more interesting and we upped the stakes a little by making the challenge to each other to verbalize them as well. We thought it made them easier to follow if there were two brains working on the matter.
We found ourselves stopping the car frequently to get out and talk to someone that had passed us on the street, drop by member's houses with face painting kits and oatmeal, have 5 minute long belting renditions of "How Great Thou Art", and a number of other seemingly strange but didactic and useful missionary things that led to relationships, testimonies, and miracles. They're marvelous little things, those tugs.
However, this tendency leaked into normal, everyday conversation, not relating to The Work and as a result the concept of non-sequitur became quite-sequitur and led to many moments of sheer hilarity.
It's recently occurred to me how much I treasure those kind of moments where I am able to just pour out the random contents of my disjointed brain and have someone there to catch it all and make sense of it. Even if its in the form of my choreography to "Nephi's Courage" and obsession with the word "topo".
So - to carry it on a bit I've decided to make it a feature on my blog. Whatever piece of randomness I find noteworthy I will do my best to blog about and/or illustrate. You never know what it can mean or where it might lead.
Tug 1) parallel lines that spin in circles intersect in a 2D world but not a 3D one
Tug2) the word ubiquitous
Tug 3) this song -
My companion and I committed to accept President's challenge and in an effort to more accurately listen to the Spirit and to make our days more interesting and we upped the stakes a little by making the challenge to each other to verbalize them as well. We thought it made them easier to follow if there were two brains working on the matter.
We found ourselves stopping the car frequently to get out and talk to someone that had passed us on the street, drop by member's houses with face painting kits and oatmeal, have 5 minute long belting renditions of "How Great Thou Art", and a number of other seemingly strange but didactic and useful missionary things that led to relationships, testimonies, and miracles. They're marvelous little things, those tugs.
However, this tendency leaked into normal, everyday conversation, not relating to The Work and as a result the concept of non-sequitur became quite-sequitur and led to many moments of sheer hilarity.
It's recently occurred to me how much I treasure those kind of moments where I am able to just pour out the random contents of my disjointed brain and have someone there to catch it all and make sense of it. Even if its in the form of my choreography to "Nephi's Courage" and obsession with the word "topo".
So - to carry it on a bit I've decided to make it a feature on my blog. Whatever piece of randomness I find noteworthy I will do my best to blog about and/or illustrate. You never know what it can mean or where it might lead.
Tug 1) parallel lines that spin in circles intersect in a 2D world but not a 3D one
Tug2) the word ubiquitous
Tug 3) this song -
Thursday, March 13, 2008
My 100
Well since the two women in the world that I love most and try to emulate* have done a List of 100 Uninteresting Things about themselves to commemorate their 100th post** and invited all to do the same, and since it's something I wanted to do, I think I will.
100 Most Uninteresting Things About Ms. Liz (Part I)
1) I typically find uninteresting things interesting so this might be more of an adventure that I originally thought
2) Picture Picture was my favorite part of Mr. Roger's Neighborhood
3) I remember the crayon one the best
4) my ears have always been a bit too small for earbud headphones so they almost always fall out
5) my new bluetooth falls out all the time too
6) and I'm afraid one of these times it will be into the toilet or a milkshake
7) today was the second time I've ever come home from a dentist's appointment without a single cavity
8) I'm addicted to Hempz lotion
9) My best friend says it smells like Trident gum
10) I think it just smells like yummy lotion
11) at choir rehearsal two nights ago a perfect stranger leaned into me, and inhaled deeply and then said "you smell good"
12) I was grateful it was an eccentric soprano and not the retired bass to her left
13) I pulled out my purse spray and and gave her some on her wrist so it wouldn't happen again
14) beware the effect DKNY perfume has on people
15) I've always wanted to have that outfit that Leslie Caron has on when shes working in the Perfume Shop in An American in Paris
16) shes the reason I started wearing scarves
17) Funny Face is my favorite Audrey Hepburn movie
18) I love the city of Paris and the stories it has but have little desire to ever actually visit
19) mostly because I heard that everything reeks of cigarette smoke and it takes months to get out of your system. My friend even steam cleaned her luggage and it didn't do the trick.
20) I'm sure once I got there I'd never want to leave though so I'm prepared to be wrong
21) I think that people who don't like the word "moist" are funny
22) I'm not very fond of the word "cuticle"
23) I am borderline compulsive about keeping mine up though
24) I am borderline compulsive about the whole nail care spectrum of things
25) this is because I think I have very ugly hands so its the least I can do to keep them manicured
26) my mom calls them starfish hands
27) I can text 50 wpm without looking
28) I can type 80 wpm
29) When I found out Pam (and Jenna Fischer) from The Office can type 90 wmp I made a goal to improve
30) second to ice cream and marzipan I think taquitos and guacamole are the best things on earth
31) especially from Alvera Street
32) I have erased 7 different things for this slot and thinking I have 70 more to go
33) I bite my lip when I'm thinking
34) I tilt my head to the left when I'm confused
35) I realized this the first time I had a steak at a hoity-toity steak house
36) after the salad and before the steak they brought out a scoop of sorbet
37) I looked at it like it was an alien
38) with my head tilted apparently
39) I didn't understand what "pallet cleanse" was
40) my friend still laughs about it to this day
41) penguins are my favorite animals
42) used to buy the blue one that was part of the Hello Kitty family all the time
43) I still eBay it once in a while to see if anything still exists
44 ) I also loved Hello Kitty erasers
45) and the mechanized pencil cases
45) I had a pink one that was my pride and joy of the 5th grade
46) Hello Kitty is one of those things that's adorable on children and silly on adults
47) this breaks my heart
48) when I was in grade school I organized my books in my desk according to size and in the corner so they all lined up
49) I still arrange things in descending size order
50) and color coded typically
51) I typically have lotion, lip balm and tissue within arms distance at all times
52) I've had a pink pocket knife since I was 8.
53) I don't think I could abide a pocket knife any other color
54) but I'm not a pink enthusiast
55) Pink and I only reconciled a few years ago
56) we had a falling out around the same time adolescence set in
57) my favorite roses at the Huntington are pink but bloom ivory
58) They're called "French Lace"
59) I've never seen bona fide French lace
60) my old young women's advisor used to crochet lace during meetings and I thought she was insane
61) She also made her own peanut butter and kept chickens but lived in Urban Pasadena
62) I have never been to Sea World
63) I want to swim with sharks
64) I keep a list of things I want to do before I die
65) I made it after I saw "A Walk to Remember"
66) and I'm not ashamed of that
67) "Being on Oprah" and "seeing an aurora borealis" are two of the 215 things on there
68) so is "waving from a float" and "saving a life"
69) my first car was an 1969 Ford Falcon
70) I bought it for $500
71) I called him "Frank"
72) My parents called him "the Death Trap" when I wasn't around
73) 9's and 6's are numbers that follow me around
74) I graduated class of 1996
75) there are 9 letters in my name
76) my mom went into labor with me on Aug 6th
77) I was born on the 9th
78) she still marks my birthday on calenders on the 6th
79) I've gotten used to it and simply draw arrows now
80) this list feels more like a stream of consciousness exercise
81) the first book I read in stream of consciousness was "Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man"
82) I was a senior in high school
83) my head was tilted to the left so often my neck constantly hurt
84) I'm dyslexic
85) I had to get special tutoring to keep up in middle school
86) I only took AP English because of a bet Senior year
87 ) I got a 5 and still don't believe it
88 ) I remember every teacher's name I had in high school
89) I got my ears pierced when I was two
90) it was because my brother cut all my hair off and my mom thought I looked like a boy
91) I still remember what the girl was wearing that pierced them
92) one my front teeth is fake
93) I've owned and worn Docs since I was 12 years old
94) I swing my arms really high when and walk with stiff legs when I'm walking in hallways by myself
95) my pinky toes are deformed
96) they look like flappy ears attached to my feet
97) it was because of too tight ballet shoes when I was a kid
98) I still have dreams I'm dancing ballet and can feel my feet on the floor in my shoes
99) I've been 5' 9" since the 6th grade
100) I only reconcilled that fact and the concept of hight heals (and let myself wear them) about 2 years ago
So there you go. I hope you're still awake. I have a plethora of rather uninteresting things to talk about apparently. This was kind of fun. I think I might do another 100 for my 200th post - just to have a bit of tradition going on. Yay for blogging and yay for Rachel and Liz W.
*that are in my age bracket and not part of history (yet). Don't wanna shove mom or Margaret Thatcher aside...
**This is actually my 110th post and I toyed with the idea of doing one like the immortal Rachel but I didn't want to appear "mee toooo!"ish but she said it was all right so... :D Happy Day.
100 Most Uninteresting Things About Ms. Liz (Part I)
1) I typically find uninteresting things interesting so this might be more of an adventure that I originally thought
2) Picture Picture was my favorite part of Mr. Roger's Neighborhood
3) I remember the crayon one the best
4) my ears have always been a bit too small for earbud headphones so they almost always fall out
5) my new bluetooth falls out all the time too
6) and I'm afraid one of these times it will be into the toilet or a milkshake
7) today was the second time I've ever come home from a dentist's appointment without a single cavity
8) I'm addicted to Hempz lotion
9) My best friend says it smells like Trident gum
10) I think it just smells like yummy lotion
11) at choir rehearsal two nights ago a perfect stranger leaned into me, and inhaled deeply and then said "you smell good"
12) I was grateful it was an eccentric soprano and not the retired bass to her left
13) I pulled out my purse spray and and gave her some on her wrist so it wouldn't happen again
14) beware the effect DKNY perfume has on people
15) I've always wanted to have that outfit that Leslie Caron has on when shes working in the Perfume Shop in An American in Paris
16) shes the reason I started wearing scarves
17) Funny Face is my favorite Audrey Hepburn movie
18) I love the city of Paris and the stories it has but have little desire to ever actually visit
19) mostly because I heard that everything reeks of cigarette smoke and it takes months to get out of your system. My friend even steam cleaned her luggage and it didn't do the trick.
20) I'm sure once I got there I'd never want to leave though so I'm prepared to be wrong
21) I think that people who don't like the word "moist" are funny
22) I'm not very fond of the word "cuticle"
23) I am borderline compulsive about keeping mine up though
24) I am borderline compulsive about the whole nail care spectrum of things
25) this is because I think I have very ugly hands so its the least I can do to keep them manicured
26) my mom calls them starfish hands
27) I can text 50 wpm without looking
28) I can type 80 wpm
29) When I found out Pam (and Jenna Fischer) from The Office can type 90 wmp I made a goal to improve
30) second to ice cream and marzipan I think taquitos and guacamole are the best things on earth
31) especially from Alvera Street
32) I have erased 7 different things for this slot and thinking I have 70 more to go
33) I bite my lip when I'm thinking
34) I tilt my head to the left when I'm confused
35) I realized this the first time I had a steak at a hoity-toity steak house
36) after the salad and before the steak they brought out a scoop of sorbet
37) I looked at it like it was an alien
38) with my head tilted apparently
39) I didn't understand what "pallet cleanse" was
40) my friend still laughs about it to this day
41) penguins are my favorite animals
42) used to buy the blue one that was part of the Hello Kitty family all the time
43) I still eBay it once in a while to see if anything still exists
44 ) I also loved Hello Kitty erasers
45) and the mechanized pencil cases
45) I had a pink one that was my pride and joy of the 5th grade
46) Hello Kitty is one of those things that's adorable on children and silly on adults
47) this breaks my heart
48) when I was in grade school I organized my books in my desk according to size and in the corner so they all lined up
49) I still arrange things in descending size order
50) and color coded typically
51) I typically have lotion, lip balm and tissue within arms distance at all times
52) I've had a pink pocket knife since I was 8.
53) I don't think I could abide a pocket knife any other color
54) but I'm not a pink enthusiast
55) Pink and I only reconciled a few years ago
56) we had a falling out around the same time adolescence set in
57) my favorite roses at the Huntington are pink but bloom ivory
58) They're called "French Lace"
59) I've never seen bona fide French lace
60) my old young women's advisor used to crochet lace during meetings and I thought she was insane
61) She also made her own peanut butter and kept chickens but lived in Urban Pasadena
62) I have never been to Sea World
63) I want to swim with sharks
64) I keep a list of things I want to do before I die
65) I made it after I saw "A Walk to Remember"
66) and I'm not ashamed of that
67) "Being on Oprah" and "seeing an aurora borealis" are two of the 215 things on there
68) so is "waving from a float" and "saving a life"
69) my first car was an 1969 Ford Falcon
70) I bought it for $500
71) I called him "Frank"
72) My parents called him "the Death Trap" when I wasn't around
73) 9's and 6's are numbers that follow me around
74) I graduated class of 1996
75) there are 9 letters in my name
76) my mom went into labor with me on Aug 6th
77) I was born on the 9th
78) she still marks my birthday on calenders on the 6th
79) I've gotten used to it and simply draw arrows now
80) this list feels more like a stream of consciousness exercise
81) the first book I read in stream of consciousness was "Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man"
82) I was a senior in high school
83) my head was tilted to the left so often my neck constantly hurt
84) I'm dyslexic
85) I had to get special tutoring to keep up in middle school
86) I only took AP English because of a bet Senior year
87 ) I got a 5 and still don't believe it
88 ) I remember every teacher's name I had in high school
89) I got my ears pierced when I was two
90) it was because my brother cut all my hair off and my mom thought I looked like a boy
91) I still remember what the girl was wearing that pierced them
92) one my front teeth is fake
93) I've owned and worn Docs since I was 12 years old
94) I swing my arms really high when and walk with stiff legs when I'm walking in hallways by myself
95) my pinky toes are deformed
96) they look like flappy ears attached to my feet
97) it was because of too tight ballet shoes when I was a kid
98) I still have dreams I'm dancing ballet and can feel my feet on the floor in my shoes
99) I've been 5' 9" since the 6th grade
100) I only reconcilled that fact and the concept of hight heals (and let myself wear them) about 2 years ago
So there you go. I hope you're still awake. I have a plethora of rather uninteresting things to talk about apparently. This was kind of fun. I think I might do another 100 for my 200th post - just to have a bit of tradition going on. Yay for blogging and yay for Rachel and Liz W.
*that are in my age bracket and not part of history (yet). Don't wanna shove mom or Margaret Thatcher aside...
**This is actually my 110th post and I toyed with the idea of doing one like the immortal Rachel but I didn't want to appear "mee toooo!"ish but she said it was all right so... :D Happy Day.
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
Dear Buddah, please bring me a toy gun and a plastic rocket
So I was in Borders yesterday.
I didn't mean to be.
I honestly have taken a vow never to shop on a holiday weekend. I don't like feeling like I want to punch everyone I see and regularly resisting the urge to ram down lines of people with shopping carts and projectiles in the form of my high healed shoes but I find myself regularly in that head space when I go somewhere during those specific hours. I need to live someplace less crowded, do some more yoga or find a different time to shop. Or all three.
But this was a dire situation.
I made the mistake of Netflixing only the fist disc of North and South and I simply couldn't wait three days for the second installment. I would die a luggers death of anxiety and suspense if I did. It was so gorgeous that I promptly went out and bought the film and the book for good measure.
(I've also [completely inadvertently] made the mistake of watching about 7 but British movies since Friday nearly all in a row so I'm humming with a bit of the Britty savor so forgive me in advance.)
But all of this is utterly beside the point.
The point is (though I am hopelessly in love with this film and this story and everyone on this planet should watch it once a week to have a complete and fulfilled life) that when in line for said articles I saw this.
I was excessively diverted but honestly left wondering at its veracity. And so, like I do, I went poking about via google and its true! There is a St. Vivenne and she is the Patron Saint of Hangovers. There is also St. Werenfried - Patron Saint of Stiff Joints, St. Roch - Patron Saint of Cholera, St. Dismas - Patron Saint of Death Row Inmates and many many many others.
(I'm not making this up - I swear)
I only got to D before I collapsed in amazed giggles and my biggest question was - is there an librarian employed at the Vatican exclusively for keeping all of this straight? Does he have his own office and wing? Its a bit along the lines of Jenna the goddess of Hairdos and Jeff the god of Biscuits isn't it? They're very serious about this and I don't intend to treat someones faith with contemptible levity at all - but it is a bit of a Nickelodeon cartoon carnival ride though - you must admit.
I wonder if they covered red noses, hang nails, bald tires, and ornery older brothers? Cause I could use some help there.
I didn't mean to be.
I honestly have taken a vow never to shop on a holiday weekend. I don't like feeling like I want to punch everyone I see and regularly resisting the urge to ram down lines of people with shopping carts and projectiles in the form of my high healed shoes but I find myself regularly in that head space when I go somewhere during those specific hours. I need to live someplace less crowded, do some more yoga or find a different time to shop. Or all three.
But this was a dire situation.
I made the mistake of Netflixing only the fist disc of North and South and I simply couldn't wait three days for the second installment. I would die a luggers death of anxiety and suspense if I did. It was so gorgeous that I promptly went out and bought the film and the book for good measure.
(I've also [completely inadvertently] made the mistake of watching about 7 but British movies since Friday nearly all in a row so I'm humming with a bit of the Britty savor so forgive me in advance.)
But all of this is utterly beside the point.
The point is (though I am hopelessly in love with this film and this story and everyone on this planet should watch it once a week to have a complete and fulfilled life) that when in line for said articles I saw this.
I was excessively diverted but honestly left wondering at its veracity. And so, like I do, I went poking about via google and its true! There is a St. Vivenne and she is the Patron Saint of Hangovers. There is also St. Werenfried - Patron Saint of Stiff Joints, St. Roch - Patron Saint of Cholera, St. Dismas - Patron Saint of Death Row Inmates and many many many others.
(I'm not making this up - I swear)
I only got to D before I collapsed in amazed giggles and my biggest question was - is there an librarian employed at the Vatican exclusively for keeping all of this straight? Does he have his own office and wing? Its a bit along the lines of Jenna the goddess of Hairdos and Jeff the god of Biscuits isn't it? They're very serious about this and I don't intend to treat someones faith with contemptible levity at all - but it is a bit of a Nickelodeon cartoon carnival ride though - you must admit.
I wonder if they covered red noses, hang nails, bald tires, and ornery older brothers? Cause I could use some help there.
Monday, December 17, 2007
Grab Bag Catch-Up
IE - a bunch of thoughts that I've had that are post worthy but that I simply haven't gotten to:I'm a college graduate. That's right. I need to keep saying it so that it will be real cause I'm still not believing it.
Nick reports to the MTC the day after tomorrow. I have cried and and I will miss him desperately but I am happy for him. He's the best brother ever and has worked hard and long to be able to serve. Dropping 50 lbs in 6 months is no easy feat. It finally hit me last week when he came home with the remainder of his shopping. I was beside myself for a good part of the night but a Mom chat and a Patrick chat helped. I made it through the farewell without breaking down and he asked me to sing all 7 verses of "A Poor Wayfaring Man of Grief" and I got through all of those without any eye fanning too. That's a fantastic feat for me. I hate breaking down while singing. It's so not professional (not that I am one - but its just so Youth Conference ya know) but I've done it the last two family missionary events I've sung at. I'm glad I broke the cycle. With him gone I will be in the market for a new Indie film and gym buddy. Anybody an LA Fitness member with a taste for angst and ambiguity?
On Saturday Patrick and I were catching the Mellowdrone set at The Echo and who was crossing the street with us? None but Michael Cera (George Michael from Arrested Development) and he was short and exactly how he is on the show. I felt very LA - it was cool. :D He's a favorite. Yay Michael. He was going to the time travel store and not to the show -but that's OK. I wonder who else is just roaming around Echo Park? Gob perhaps. I really need those DVDs. Like a dog needs food. Seriously.
My Graduation Application is (FINALLY) in for the U and is now being scrutinized by the best and brightest so I need all the happy thoughts and prayers that you can muster for me in the direction of Grad School ascension. And yes, my new copy of my lost novel is coming along fantastically. I'm almost pleased with it. Thanks for asking.
I bought a membership to CostCo and its been a strange experience. See - I've never really shopped at CostCo before. I've gone to one and picked people up from there and enjoyed a dollar hot dog once or twice but I've never gone there with the intent to shop. I'm very much steeped in the "get baked goods at a bakery and meat at a butcher and fruit at a farmers market" school of thought and am a Mom and Pop shopper all the way. But when I was in Utah Jonathan took us shopping at CostCo for wedding stuff and I thought "Self, there might be some merit to this. AND you get discounted gas. Totally worth the 50 bucks over a year right there." But wandering that place with a shopping cart and a list was a very overwhelming experience for me. You would have thought that I had just come from behind the Iron Curtain. I kept bumping into stuff because I was just looking up in wonder half the time. Much like how I was my first time in New York. My internal dialogue went something like this-
"No wonder the rest of the world thinks Americans are gluttons. LOOK at this place??! They have bikes! And Muffins! And coffins! and organic spinach! and leather jackets! and jars of vitamins the size of feedbags! My word. Just call me Gulliver"
I only wanted to get stationary for Nick and some office gifts. The smallest package of pens I could find had 40 pens. What on earth am I going to do with 40 pens? I don't think I've used up 40 pens in my entire college experience. I was so curious I spent two and a half hours there just combing the isles to see the extent of randomness and Oz size portions of everything.
Which leads me to a philosophical point I've been brooding over - but I'll save that for tomorrow- cause I think I have more to say than a Grab Bag snippet would allow.
And just a s Point of Informatio: those Hello Kitty grab bags they have at the mall have been a life long happy thought. I'm prepared when Tinkerbell arrives. I haven't bought one since I was 10 or so but oh how I do love them. How can things be bad when there are Christmas carols and grab bags to be had? I mean really.
I can't get the Whoville Christmas song out of my head.
My best friend is the best and sent my mom cookies and me yarn and keeps me stocked with nephew pictures. Who could ask for more?
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Sunday Splatdown
The sharp piece of slightly broken plastic on the computer is digging in to my wrist.
I think that I need to trim my nails again. They're getting too long to type with but I want them nice for the wedding. I really hope that things aren't going to implode and then explode in our faces. I really should let April be with all that stuff anyway. I'm sure she has enough things to do and people to please aside of me. Those necklaces were really would have been in Betty Rubble's reject pile. My feet always hurt the day after wearing my black boots. I don't know how I'm going to manage two hours during pictures. Maybe they'll be too cold to tell. I can't imagine being grateful to cold for anything but there you have it. The cold does tighten up the pores nicely though so I suppose I could be grateful for that. If it's too cold though... red noses are every girl's sworn enemy. I've never seen a girl look becoming with one ever.
"You will care very much when your nose swells up"
Noses are entirely one of the funniest body parts. They're just ridiculous in isolation. They're like the bound morphemes of the feature universe. I wonder if Georgie really had one that spread out when she smiled too much. I've been pretty blessed in the nose department. Mom says that Jewish girls get a nose job for their high school gradation present. I thinkthat's a little silly. They have the best nicknames too. Buttons, schnozes, beaks, sniffers. They just move and make noise and have random hairs and are a reluctant indicator of your emotional state. Understanding through leakage.
I wonder why Heavenly Father decided to have tears be an indicator of happiness and sadness. Or of an emotional state and all. I know all the biology - they're one of the fastest ways to expel toxins from stress response hormones and all that but its just strange. This part of your face just randomly leaks and it is the physical expression of the fact that you just can't keep in it all in anymore. I mean - what if our tongues swelled up instead? We'd all give the British a run for their money in the uptight sector I suppose cause that would just be unpleasant.
note to self: Never be without tissue
Contents of purse:
(Or things I don't want to be without either)
pocket knife (that is a pill box, mirror, flashlight, pen, toothpick, sewing kit, perfume holder, with scissors and a nail file too)
make up
sewing kit
clorox wipes
baby wipes
manicure kit
pain killers
toothbrush
toothpaste
flossers
band aids
tea bags
neosporin
cliff bars
sunblock
lotion
tide pen
I really love that new Donna Karan perfume. I better put that on the Christmas List of hopefulness.
Why am I afraid that I'll walk into a men's public restroom so I usually check the ladies room sign two or three times before I go in? New levels of embarrassment there. Of all the things to worry about though...
I wore pearls to church today. I'm one vacuum, husband and corset away from being a 50's housewife. I kind of like those petticoats but the Cold War would have worn on me after awhile. The chauvinism would have worn thin after a while too. But half of me really misses men being men and taking charge. Why is it such a social tight rope for men to be men without being abusive or chauvinists? In the social sense of things. Maybe that new TV show is just all hyperbole. But I sure know it wasn'tTBirds and Pink Ladies either. Oh well - Key Clubs didn't evolve on their own and for no reason. Its the Handmaid's Tale all over. But before it began cause its in the future - Same principles. Same social pendulous effects of stuff, people ,and the greater good
Wouldn't it be funny if there was a back room shot calling CEO named Greater with a spoiled bulldog named Good?
"Didcha ever fly through the air shooting two guns at the same time??!"
I hope the strike ends soon. I don't watch TV regularly but I just don't like writers and the outside world not getting along. It rocks my sense or security about things. As long as people are writing things areOK. We are still somewhat finding our better selves. At least in my Roseville.
I think that I need to trim my nails again. They're getting too long to type with but I want them nice for the wedding. I really hope that things aren't going to implode and then explode in our faces. I really should let April be with all that stuff anyway. I'm sure she has enough things to do and people to please aside of me. Those necklaces were really would have been in Betty Rubble's reject pile. My feet always hurt the day after wearing my black boots. I don't know how I'm going to manage two hours during pictures. Maybe they'll be too cold to tell. I can't imagine being grateful to cold for anything but there you have it. The cold does tighten up the pores nicely though so I suppose I could be grateful for that. If it's too cold though... red noses are every girl's sworn enemy. I've never seen a girl look becoming with one ever.
"You will care very much when your nose swells up"
Noses are entirely one of the funniest body parts. They're just ridiculous in isolation. They're like the bound morphemes of the feature universe. I wonder if Georgie really had one that spread out when she smiled too much. I've been pretty blessed in the nose department. Mom says that Jewish girls get a nose job for their high school gradation present. I thinkthat's a little silly. They have the best nicknames too. Buttons, schnozes, beaks, sniffers. They just move and make noise and have random hairs and are a reluctant indicator of your emotional state. Understanding through leakage.
I wonder why Heavenly Father decided to have tears be an indicator of happiness and sadness. Or of an emotional state and all. I know all the biology - they're one of the fastest ways to expel toxins from stress response hormones and all that but its just strange. This part of your face just randomly leaks and it is the physical expression of the fact that you just can't keep in it all in anymore. I mean - what if our tongues swelled up instead? We'd all give the British a run for their money in the uptight sector I suppose cause that would just be unpleasant.
note to self: Never be without tissue
Contents of purse:
(Or things I don't want to be without either)
pocket knife (that is a pill box, mirror, flashlight, pen, toothpick, sewing kit, perfume holder, with scissors and a nail file too)
make up
sewing kit
clorox wipes
baby wipes
manicure kit
pain killers
toothbrush
toothpaste
flossers
band aids
tea bags
neosporin
cliff bars
sunblock
lotion
tide pen
I really love that new Donna Karan perfume. I better put that on the Christmas List of hopefulness.
Why am I afraid that I'll walk into a men's public restroom so I usually check the ladies room sign two or three times before I go in? New levels of embarrassment there. Of all the things to worry about though...
I wore pearls to church today. I'm one vacuum, husband and corset away from being a 50's housewife. I kind of like those petticoats but the Cold War would have worn on me after awhile. The chauvinism would have worn thin after a while too. But half of me really misses men being men and taking charge. Why is it such a social tight rope for men to be men without being abusive or chauvinists? In the social sense of things. Maybe that new TV show is just all hyperbole. But I sure know it wasn'tTBirds and Pink Ladies either. Oh well - Key Clubs didn't evolve on their own and for no reason. Its the Handmaid's Tale all over. But before it began cause its in the future - Same principles. Same social pendulous effects of stuff, people ,and the greater good
Wouldn't it be funny if there was a back room shot calling CEO named Greater with a spoiled bulldog named Good?
"Didcha ever fly through the air shooting two guns at the same time??!"
I hope the strike ends soon. I don't watch TV regularly but I just don't like writers and the outside world not getting along. It rocks my sense or security about things. As long as people are writing things areOK. We are still somewhat finding our better selves. At least in my Roseville.
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