Friday, November 30, 2007
Bad idea: rushing out of the house without eating a crumb. Not even a little splash of egg nog passed my lips.
Good idea: wearing my bright yellow jcrew sweatshirt and my big fluffy puffy black vest.
Bad idea: wearing ballet flats without socks. It was 17 deg F this morning. Brrrrrr
Good idea: listening to my new Josh Groban Christmas CD on the way to work. Hooray for the holidays!
Bad idea: listening to Josh Groban belt out how he'll be home for Christmas. Even though I love my in-laws, I'm really going to miss being with my parents this Christmas.
Good idea: getting my daily hit of free hot chocolate at the work dispenser.
Bad idea: using a Styrofoam cup and messing up the environment.
Good idea: Looking for tickets to go see White Christmas on stage in Denver in the next couple of weeks on craigslist.
Bad idea: Trying to haggle someone down in price and end up frustrating myself.
Good idea: Remember the holiday cheer that should be in my heart and try to be nice to everyone at work.
Bad idea: Eat too many of my co-workers candy out of her candy bowl. Feeling slightly sick.
Good idea: Print off the invitations to the small Christmas party I'm throwing for some of the kids at my church.
Bad idea: Don't notice that the printer is out of colored ink until after they're printed.
Good idea: Think of the perfect gift for my dad.
Bad idea: Realize that the gift might weigh a ton and I'll have to ship it out to him.
Good idea: Get excited about spending a WHOLE WEEKEND with my sweet ear doctor.
Bad idea: Realize it's only really 2.5 days, not 2.5 weeks that I want.
Thursday, November 29, 2007
- Ear doctor slowly rotates tree around and around while I stand across the room to determine the exact angular position that shows of the most beautiful sides.
- Pull out the new string of fancy 8-phase blinky lights and make sure they work alright.
- Our tree is tucked in a corner of our living room, so we debate back and forth about whether we are going to loop the lights around the back of the tree, or zig zag across the front. Decide on the zig zag technique.
- With the ear doctor on one side of the tree and me on the other we zig zag the blinky lights up.
- Both cross to the other side of the room to make sure blinky lights are even. See that they are decently spaced and return to the tree.
- Add two more strings of cheap normal tree lights so that our tree has a magical, only a few little lights twinkling effect (the ear doctors great idea!)
- Add the light up Christmas star that I bought for $10 4 years ago. Not my dream tree topper, but it looks ok.
- Stand across the room and again appraise our work. After some poking and prodding the light phase of tree adornment is deemed acceptable.
- Have a moment where I look at my wonderful husband and realize that this is the first of many, many Christmas trees we will trim together.
- Get a little choked up.
- The ear doctor stations himself on the other side of the room while I get the bead garland under control. The ear doctor is very particular about the spacing/drooping/alignment of the bead garland, so he directs while I do the placement.
- We decide the beads look alright.
- Move on to the Christmas ornaments.
- All special or sentimental ornaments go up in the best spots at eye level.
- Place the reindeer my good friends got me last year dead center, next to the blown glass wedding cake from my mom and the cute little Santa I had from last year.
- Get a little overwhelmed at how much I'm loved.
- Decide the the tree is looking a little bare still and pull out the sparkly wide gold wire ribbon and add bows across the tree.
- Impress myself with how good that looks.
- Stand back and admire the tree.
- Decide that we should get some candy canes to hang on it.
- Look down at all our unused red ball ornaments and ask the ear doctor if candy canes are the only thing missing.
- Wonder why he left the room for a minute.
- Hear him call out from the other room, "there's one more thing it's missing."
- Fall head over heels for him again when he comes back to the room with a pretty bag and an white tissue paper wrapped present.
- Unwrap the present (I love presents) to find a custom ornament that he'd picked out for me with our last name and 2007 on it.
- Like a jerk, ruin the moment by commenting that the little girl on the ornament has yellow hair, not red.
- Test the ear doctor's patience....again.
- Throw arms around man of my dreams, then turn and place the perfect ornament in the perfect spot of our perfect tree.
- Stand back and enjoy.
- Try to take a picture to share on my blog, but realize the camera's battery is as dead as a doornail.
- Hope people who read my blog will have patience like the ear doctor.
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Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Thanksgiving is great and stuff, but my favorite day is the day after Thanksgiving which my mom has turned into another holiday....TREE DAY! I've explained the genesis of this most wonderful of holidays in many years past, so I'll skip with that. I'll just have to say that I loved that the ear doctor could help my dad put up the lights on the house. I love that he was there to help me with the tree. His help on the gingerbread house was crucial. And seeing his eyes light up at his snoopy, smartie-filled race car was priceless.
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
But, then I counted up how many times people told me thank you. I cross referenced these occurrences against my perception of the teller's insincerity. I compiled a list of the utterances that didn't make me feel loved or appreciated.
Every time I was thanked I was touched.
So, although it may seem small and banal to me in the telling, I'm pretty sure the hearer still understands my intent.
And, more to the point, the intent of expressing gratitude isn't to make me feel good about myself, now is it? So why should I care?
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Not about a princess or a fairy. Not about a red balloon or a pot of gold.
my darling ear doctor told me the fascinating tale of the human circadian rhythm from a neuroscience point of view.
Monday, November 19, 2007
On a more pleasant side note, the soda machine gave me two beautiful Diet Coke's for the price of one. Score!
Last weekend the ear doctor and I went grocery shopping and we got chicken breasts for $.99 a pound!!!!!!!!!!! Unbelievable! I was so shocked that I actually took the package of meat over to the meat counter to make sure the price was right. The slack-jawed, shocked, overwhelmed and incredulous expression on my face was met by the butcher's small, knowing smile. Without a verbal inquiry from me, he answered my obvious question, "yes, $.99 a pound."
Like a selfish fiend, I ran back to the cold meat locker and grabbed as many packages of the precious protein as I could. That cheap chicken was MINE and I refused to share my good fortune with the other patrons of the King S00pers. I kept looking over my shoulder to make sure that the store manager failed to notice me practically STEALING their meat.
I circled the market, giving myself a moment to calm the pumping adrenaline. I carefully placed other items on top of the meat, intentionally obscuring the price of my prize. There is no way I was going to spread the good word to the other suckers in the store that day. It was *MY* discovery.
At the checkout stand the nice woman working the register took one look at the tag and called the manager to make sure the price was correct. They both stared at the package, scratched their heads. I held my breath with anticipation of their verdict. Turns out, it was marked correctly.
And that is how I ended up with almost 20 lbs of frozen chicken breasts in my freezer.
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(Caution: if you are as much a softie as I am, you might want to grab a tissue before reading)
Friday, November 16, 2007
Let me take you back to scene of the "incident."
Here we have an aerial view of the interior restaurant layout. Like at every other Chip0tle, you enter the restaurant and go strait to the beginning of the food line. At position number 1 you give the first worker your meat and bean choice. You slide down the line as you watch their nimble hands prepare your delicious lunch until it is all wrapped up and cocooned inside it's silver protective sheath. At position number 2 you pay for your choice and move on.
At this particular Chip0tle, everyone then turns around and flows to position 3 where silverware, hot sauce and napkins can be procured. Each person then slides down to position 4, the soda machine. This is the particular locale of the frustrating occurrence.
After smoothly participating in the well-designed directional flow you leave and sit at your chosen table. We usually sit at the large round table indicated in the figure above as position 5.
As you can clearly see, the flow of traffic moves from right to left at position 4. This is the only thing that makes sense. The ONLY thing.
We need to take a closer look at the soda machine featured as the pivotal focus of position 4. Below is a schematic view of the soda machine looking face on.
As you can see the ice machine is the first device each person encounters. This is logical and makes sense with the flow of the entire experience. Then, each person moves down to fill their cup with their beverage of choice.
I don't know if you can tell, but both normal Coke and diet Coke have 2 spigots each.
Today, and almost every other time I've been to this particular establishment the person before me will get their ice and choose the FIRST diet coke spigot to fill their drink. This puts me in a very odd position. Do I get my ice, go around behind them to use the farther away, second spigot or do I wait until they are done using the closer spigot? What if they step back at the exact wrong moment while I am accommodating for their flow disruption (going behind) and I end up dropping my burrito and the goodness explodes out of it's tightly wrapped silver container? If I do decide to wait, should I then slide to the farther spigot so that the person behind me isn't in the same quandary? Ugh!
Why didn't they just take an extra step to the left so that we could both fill our drinks in parallel?
The world may never know.
I'm not exaggerating here.
We have a little deal in our marriage. He takes out the trash (something I H-A-T-E doing) and I fold the laundry. I know you might think I'm a little nuts, but I don't mind doing laundry at all. I think I associate laundry with really happy childhood memories of my mom wrapping me up in a warm, fresh-from-the-dryer blanket and singing me to sleep.
pause for momentary memory reverie
Anyway, thus far the arrangement has worked out beautifully. I never have to bend over a foul smelling garbage can and he doesn't have to fold his shirts.
We are very Steven Covey Win/Win in our house.
The other day I bent down to pull out some laundry and all I got was a handful of black man-socks. Hmmmm. That's strange. I piled them up on top of the dryer (I don't really *do* matching) and stuck my hand back into the dark hole of mystery. To my surprise, out came another fist full of socks. Stunned, I sat down on the floor in front of the dryer and, to my complete amazement, the ENTIRE dryer was filled to the brim with black socks. He has an entire load's worth of ONLY black socks!
Well, I just piled the whole lot of them on top of the dryer and called that good. (please, please, please. If you ever come to visit my house don't ever open the doors to my laundry cubbie. There is always clothes folded on top of the dryer. Most times we just don't care enough to actually put the clean clothes away. At least they are always folded, right?)
The next day I saw ear doctor standing in front of the dryer doing the strangest thing. He was holding about 5 different black socks in his hand and carefully comparing them. I asked him what he was doing and he explained his sock selection process.
Because he has SO many different black socks he's pretty much given up on finding an exact match for his two socks. He holds them up and attempts to just find two socks that have the same amount of fade to them. So, basically, my husband never wears matching socks.
I feel much better now about wearing my valentines day socks in the middle of August...at least I'm wearing a PAIR!
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Unfortunately for our relationship, I am an ardent fan. This is a real sticking point between us as I want to talk over my Ron/Hermione love theories and he isn't able to listen to my prattling on.
Earlier this week we got a huge, heavy box in the mail from his mom. We were really intrigued by what they could be sending us. With eager anticipation we opened the box and peered in. She had sent us an entire cardboard box filled with movies they didn't want anymore.
SCORE! I love new movies.
But, what really made me excited was the three brand new, unopened copies of the first 3 Harry Potter movies!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hooray!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! She sent them just for me.
Isn't that nice?!?!?!?!
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
I always felt like I was getting a bum rap for all of this. Sure, I like food, but just as much as the next person.
A couple of months ago I was going through some memory books that my grandma helped me make. I was shocked as I flipped through page after page of a 7 year old's account of the daily menu! It read something like this:
Today we went to golfing camp at the BYU. It was fun. We had hot dogs and popsicles [sic] for lunch.
and the next day
Today at golf camp we learned good stuff. We had burgers and milkshakes. I had strawberry and Maggie had vanilla.
Oh, how I wish I was joking.
Well, since I clearly will never be able to leave this trend behind I just thought I'd fill you in on the awesome week of food we're having at Casa del Ear Doctoro.
Monday: The ear doctor "grilled out" and made us awesome rib-eye steaks. I made sweet potatoes fries. Yummm
Tuesday: The ear doctor again whipped out his grillin skills and made us some crispy-skinned brick chicken, and I steamed us up a couple of artichokes and lemon butter.
Tonight: I'm making breaded, pounded chicken and the ear doctor is whipping up a batch of his secret recipe Guacamole. (he learned how to make it in Mexico and it is so, so, so, so good. Sometimes I dream about it.) And, for a special touch, he's stopping on his way home from work to get some fresh handmade corn tortillas to go with. *Swoon*
I'm pretty sure 7 year old Katie would approve of this weekly report.
Monday, November 12, 2007
Over a delicious chicken casserole and whole wheat rolls made from scratch we caught up on each other's lives. For some reason we hadn't spent time with them since July....life gets busy, you know? Anyway, even though a little time had passed, things were just the same. Hanging out with them feels like putting on my favorite hoody, comfortable, soft and familiar.
We reminisced about our trip to Mexico eons ago (4 years), how much fun we had at their wedding (the ear doctor and I had just met...it was one of our first dates as a couple), and how much their adorable little son had grown.
On the way out I asked Amy if she would tame the wild beast that is growing on top of my head.
I so badly want to get a cute, stylish, and most importantly, NEW haircut. I want to look in the mirror and show me a fresh new person.
I'll probably walk out of her door with an inch gone....tiny layers if I'm feeling really brave.
I'm *such* a risk-taker.
We went to see Martian Child and I LOVED it. I thought the story was great, the acting pretty believable and the camera work pretty awesome. Plus, it was cool to see both Cusacks acting opposite each other. It really made their on-screen bro/sis relationship much more real.
I cried like 5 times during the movie.
Friday, November 09, 2007
One thing we thought was really great about our photographer is that she worked with an online printer ( firstname.lastname@example.org) to share photos with family members and streamline the printing process. I thought this would be a great feature. I was wrong.
After we picked them out and paid for them we had to wait 3 weeks to get them in the mail. Yesterday they came. I excitedly waited for ear doctor to get home before I ripped them out of their packing material. I carefully pulled them out of their packing material. I flipped over the first one and was instantly disappointed. The picture wasn't as great as I remembered. Something about it seemed off. I went to the next picture...same thing. The printer had messed up the photos and I was REALLY disappointed. For some reason they cropped the bejeesus out of them and turned our photogs beautiful work into something my 12 year old niece could have made with her point and shoot (exaggerated for effect).
Take a look. On the left is the online proof from our wonderful, talented photographer, on the right a picture of the print we got last night.
Is it just me or does this photo loose about 50% of it's beauty because the side of the arch on the left has been thoughtlessly cropped out?
The golden angel on the top of an LDS temple has special religious significance.....you can't just cut him off! Plus, it ruins the line in the photo!
Oops, there is goes again....
And the fact that this one is off makes me really mad. It is our favorite picture. So unique, so unlike any wedding photo we've seen, so US! And it's been maimed and makes our bodies look gross and stumpy. UGH! When you blow it up to an 11X 14 (like we did) it makes a huge difference.
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
I thought this morning would be one of those mornings.
When he leaned over me in bed to wake me up I almost felt like it wouldn't be possible. I cracked my sleep covered eyes open to let in a little light and geared up my most tired/pathetic face. However, when I saw the glint in his eye I knew that this morning was special and different. He asked me, "do you know what today is?"
Half awake, brain barely moving I tried to race through my mental Rolodex to remember what today was....Wednesday? your birthday? my birthday? Christmas? No.
"It's November 7th," he excitedly reminded me.
Then it clicked. Exactly 3 years ago we decided we would exclusively date. Today is our 3 year DATING anniversary. I was under the impression that after you get married that day kind of falls by the wayside.....not at our house.
I got out of bed and went into the kitchen where the guy of my dreams had made us bacon, eggs and maple pecan waffles! He also got me a pumpkin candle (that I've been wanting for a month) and a very nice card. In the card he explained that even though we are now married he never wanted to stop "dating" me. That's why he wanted to keep celebrating today.
(I'll pause while you are all overcome with jealousy that he is so AWESOME!)
So I ate my breakfast, smelled my candle and thought about how lucky I am to have found a guy like ear doctor. Seriously? One in a million!
Tuesday, November 06, 2007
Yes, you read that correctly, my Christmas CD wallet. I have so many Christmas CDs that they have their own separate storage wallet.
Well, in my book there aren't really any BAD Christmas CDs....but some are much better than others. Here are a few of my faves...in case you're looking.
Diana Krall's Christmas Songs is SO great. I really love her voice!
Barenaked for the holidays. Just pure fun....and some Hanukkah songs too! Bonus!
This 2 disc compliation is pretty much the best collection of Christmas songs you can get. Perfect variety of the absolute CLASSIC versions of your favorite songs! A must!
As always, I get a new one each year. This year I'm thinking of getting:
Everything I've heard from Mindy Smith is AMAZING, and I'm sure this one would be no different.
Anyone have any other favorites or suggestions?
Monday, November 05, 2007
Anyway, when the end of the dinner rolled around I found myself in the kitchen helping clean up I noticed that the turkey maker was moving to throw the carcass away. I gasped and asked, "can I have that carcass...I really want to make my own turkey stock so that I can get some great flavor in my sauces."
As I looked around and saw all the confused, slightly frightened faces I realized something. I'm out of control with this cooking thing. That's not a normal request to make. Normal people don't get excited about picked-clean dead birds. I need to get a grip.
Friday, November 02, 2007
I love how edited and exact it looks.
Although, instead of birds everywhere I'd rather have foxes or something. I'm getting a little bored of birds.
I'm pretty sure this is from CB2 and the whole picture is just mean to sell that bird pillow on the chair.
Thursday, November 01, 2007
Last night we went as our favorite fast food chain mascots:
- I graduated from BYU with a degree in Mechanical Engineering in April of 2003, and moved out to Colorado to take a great job in the aerospace industry the following June. On June 21, 2007 I married the man of my dreams, the ear doctor. I'm looking forward to starting our life together, and laughing a lot along the way. The point of this blog is to be entertained. It is meant as nothing more than that...entertainment!
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