Thursday, January 31, 2008
That's a lot of snow, and she said 10 more inches were on their way. Needless to say, I'm not too sad about not living there anymore.
Updated: I thought I'd add a cool action shot of my Dad, the King of the Snowblower!
I couldn't really believe it was true. Free burritos just because I work here?!?!?!?
This morning I waited in half eager anticipation, half cynical disbelief. I just didn't want my poor heart to be crushed.
The clock struck lunch time. We arrived at 88th and Wadsworth. I ordered. I didn't have to PAY A DIME!!!!!!!!!!
I love Chip0tle!
Well, this morning the roads were ridiculous!
For some reason, that I will never understand, Colorado has still not learned how to keep the roads plowed.
And the scariest thing you can see on your drive in to work happened to me. I was smack behind someone driving a Jeep with an Arizona license plate.
(I'm not knocking AZ drivers here, but there aren't a whole lot of chances to learn to drive on ice in that state, right? Plus SOME people who drive big cars like that tend to feel a little invincible to poor road conditions.)
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
I'm kind of dense when it comes to art, but what I thought when I saw it was a girl who says mean things gets mean things back. This is very Katie-circa-sophomore-year-of-college. Plus her hair looks a little red-ish and I had rounder glasses back then.
Was he spying on me 8 years ago and trying to teach me something?
The way I understand it (and I could be a little mis-informed here) right now, if you have any problem with your ears (hearing, balance, tumors, auditory brain stuff) you have to be referred to him through a primary physician or an ENT. This stinks for him because it means that the doctor gets paid when really it is him that does the lions share of the testing, diagnosis, counseling and therapy. Its bad for the patient because they have to pay to see two professionals instead of one. And it isn't great for the ENT because it clogs up his day with people that really don't need his time (simple hearing tests, counseling sessions).
Right now there is legislation that is attempting to change this.
We're trying to get laws passed so that Medicare patients can go directly to an audiologist to have tests performed. It would make the audiologist just like an optometrist. You could just call up and audiologist and get your hearing tested and get hearing aids fitted and it would be covered by insurance.
This would be SOOO convenient for a lot of the elderly patients that the ear doctor sees.
If you have a minute, pop over to the American Academy of Audiology (by clicking here) and send your representative an email telling them that you support this movement! It's all filled out and all you have to do is click a few buttons.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Last week they left a bag of soiled kitty litter on their front step (which is about 3 feet from our front step).
This week there is some smeared, raw, leftover sushi all over the place. I looks like some wild animal was drawn up the three flights of stairs and they've torn into it. It's just gross.
This morning I noticed that instead of cleaning up the sickening mess, they've just tossed the free phone book on top of it, a la Adam Sandler's newspaper solution in Big Daddy.
Monday, January 28, 2008
Surrounded by his family, he succumbed to old age....the most poetic way to pass.
He was the first man that, while I've never met, inspired in me a ardent and true faith. It was under his guidance that I matured spiritually from a child to an adult.
And while I'll miss his leadership, his teaching and his love I'm pretty stoked that he got to see his wonderful wife last night. She died a few years ago and it was clear that he missed her every second since.
Thank you, President Hinckley for your life long commitment to serve. I appreciate all you've done for me personally.
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Although, her skillz were going unappreciated and unnoticed at her old job, so maybe it's an OK thing after all.
One of the crappy parts about this (way down at the bottom of the list) is that she may have to move away from me to get a new and better job.
So here comes my plea....
Anyone want to hire a GREAT interior designer in the greater Denver area? She's seriously fabulous!
Since moving there they've visited Paris, Rome, Dubai and more places I'm sure.
Yesterday I got an email from him describing the awesome vacation they've booked for June. Get a load of this:
3 days in Tokyo
4 days in Brisbane
7 days in Cairns
2 days in Singapore
I just got an email from my sister in law (his wife) telling me that she's having a tough time finding a hotel for when they go to Athens in March!
Who would have ever thought that my rad brother would end up being such a jet-setter? And they have 2 daughters (8 and 12), so anyone who says that having kids limits your traveling options, you can do it!
Kinda makes the long weekend trip to Orange County I just booked look kinda small, doesn't it?
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Then the ear doctor serenaded me with a little bit of strummin on his axe.
And to round out the night we watched American Idol, American Gladiators and this movie:
(We are planning on getting a dog late May/early June and we are REALLY excited about it)
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
About a week and a half ago I made the decision to stop drinking diet soda. K said she was doing it and made an argument that struck a chord with me. I decided that I would cut back and only have 1 diet soda a week. A little splurge that I would enjoy with my overpriced popcorn when the ear doctor and I go to the movies.
It was surprisingly hard last week to not want a diet soda. Everyday at around 2:30 in the afternoon my hand would slowly inch toward the change compartment of my wallet. The siren song of the sweet, dark beverage would call my name. But I stayed strong. I didn't have a single drop all week.
Last Saturday night we decided to go to the movies. I was really excited to see a new movie, but more pressingly, to have my diet soda "treat".
We arrived at the theater, bought our tickets and scurried inside. After waiting a whole week, the first sip of drink was glorious. I happily followed the ear doctor into our theater, fully prepared for an enjoyable time.
That is where the night turned for the worse.
Guess what. I am Legend is not a cool phychological investigation into the mind of a person left alone a la Cast Away, like I thought! It is a freakin scary movie about crazed ZOMBIES! By the middle of the movie I was a quivering, fetal-positioned mess. My heart was beating a million miles an hour, I was sweating and the ear doctor's arm was pretty much broken from my kung-fu death-grip.
I do not deal well with Zombies.
The ear doctor looked over at my pathetic, Hollywood-induced fear and said, "we can go home if you want."
Blinking back tears, I nodded yes.
We actually had to leave the theater because I was too scared.
The thing I'm really mad about is that I was so scared by this silly movie that I didn't even get to enjoy my hard won diet coke. Will Smith is a jerk who likes to deprive people of simple pleasures in life.
Monday, January 21, 2008
I do not.
We met up for a quick lunch.
I asked him how his day was going and what he'd done.
Proudly, he informed me that while he was working on his research he watched that cinematic classic: Karate Kid. Pausing, he assumed a deep contemplative look on his face and postulated, "I'm not sure if I prefer Karate Kid 1 or Karate Kid 2."
After I teased him a bit he admitted to me, "The movie was really inspiring my work."
As Ralph Matchio is to Karate, my husband is to Auditory Neuropothy.
Especially if I know that I made dish exactly as I was told.
Especially if said recipe is from my freakin Bon Appetit!
Yesterday I made this Banana Cream Pie with Whole Grain Chocolate Crust.
See how delicious it looks? Drool-worthy! After making the glorious custard filling and the caramelized bananas I took one bite of the whole pie and wanted to gag. The crust was so gross I couldn't even eat it. I linked to the recipe, but I wouldn't try it if I were you.
After that total failure I was really terrified to try making these whole grain pancakes with blueberry syrup from the front cover this morning. I mean, I wouldn't want them to turn out like crap because today is our 7 month wedding anniversary. I planned to surprise the ear doctor with a delicious breakfast in bed.
Good news, these were glorious. So good, in fact, that the ear doctor suggested that I open a bed and breakfast and make them everyday for my guests. Although, come to think of it, I did forget to add the wheat germ..
For our little family night tonight I think we are going to bake these little treats to give away to some friends:
I'm pretty sure they'll be great and totally redeem my confidence in my baking skillz. Also, that's the cutest cake stand I've seen in a long time. I wonder where it's from?
Friday, January 18, 2008
No, we don't usually listen to Black Magic Woman by Santana at 7:15 am on Friday mornings.
We got Guitar Hero III and have been playing so much that our eyes are like dried out little raisins in our faces. While playing the game we find ourselves so intense about the music that we forget to blink. 4 minutes of no blinking does a number on even our rock star eyes. The result? They water. Combine that effect with the deep rapture we feel while rockin out and there isn't a dry eye in our house.
So, despite the freely flowing tears down our faces, we play through the pain. Our souls are dedicated to rock and we just cannot stop.
Thanks for your understanding,
Katie and ear doctor
PS the kitty littler you put outside your front door stinks and should be taken down to the dumpster ASAP. Do it, or we will have to rock you like a hurricane. Consider yourselves warned.
............Ahh, to have those carefree days before our classes got really challenging and I did stuff to make one of those relationships fall apart..............
Anyway, those fond memories have instilled in me a love of the online quiz. Quick, fun, easy and often delve so deeply into the center of my psyche. I mean, seriously, how else would I know what kind of car I am, or which pair of shoes most fully embodies my spirit?
Which is one reason I found this quiz cool.
The other reason is that it helps me attempt to get over this whole uninformed thing.
Take the quiz. Were you surprised by your results? I was.
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Recently I've been made aware of the new legislation regarding the FDA and cloned meat. I guess there is a movement to start selling meat from cloned animals in addition to meat from animals raised in the more traditional method.
I really have no idea if this could be unhealthy or not....see....uninformed.
My beef (sorry to use this lame pun) with it is that they are not requiring labels in major grocery stores to differential between naturally raised and from-cloned-animal beef. This bugs me because I think, as a consumer, I should at least be able to choose what I'm getting.
Do you think that meat from a cloned cow has any possibility of being unhealthy?
Do I need to go out and find someone who will sell me meat I know was raised naturally?
Is this the next step in the organic food movement?
....and more importantly.....
What kind of beef will Wendy's be using?
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
When cake time came, his mom cut him a HUGE piece of cake, sat him in his chair in the middle of the kitchen and let him go to town. We watched him tear into that cake and get it EVERYWHERE. It was hilarious to watch his pure joy at getting cake. Just awesome. If you head over to his mom's site you can see the ear doctor and the AWESOME, HUGE yellow ball that we gave the birthday boy!
The party was really great, but at one moment I looked around and was a little stunned. It was the same group of people that I've been hanging out with for almost 5 years. Back then no one was married. We were all just a bunch of yay-hoos planning trips to Mexico on a whim and staying up WAY too late.
Now the ear doctor and I and one other couple were the only people who didn't have kids. There were 4 kids there. Owen (1 year), Adria (9 months), Zach (5 months), and Mkena (1 month).
When did I get to be a freakin grown-up?
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
I really wanted the food to be outstanding, and I thought it was.
The really crappy thing was that when one person took a big first bite they shrugged their shoulders and said, "it's good, but you can tell it was made in the US. Not authentic."
I was crushed, but played it off convincingly.
After dinner the ear doctor informed me that she was full of it, and the food tasted exactly how he remembered it tasting when he lived in Mexico City for 2 years.
Friday, January 11, 2008
Then, two other women came in carrying on a conversation about whatever project they are working on.
That isn't the strange part.
One entered the stall to my right and the other, the stall on my left.
Still not out of the ordinary.
Then, they proceeded to continue their conversation while GOING TO THE BATHROOM!
Don't they know that it's alright to take a break from work to accomplish that most basic of human functions?
It reminded me of a funny conversation I had Wednesday with a friend. Her company just moved their office. Formerly, her company worked out of an old, really cool house down in the historic district of Boulder. The house was cool, had great character, but no air conditioning and no room to grow the business. It also had standard house-like, private bathrooms.
When they decided to move, they relocated to a standard office building. Great lighting, great HVAC, but public bathrooms. This was her number one complaint of the new space. She felt herself awkwardly engaged in co-worker conversations at the sink. She now feels this uncomfortable necessity to make small talk while washing her hands. And she doesn't like it.
At least she hasn't been sandwiched in the middle of a cost-targeting meeting to which she wasn't invited.......yet.
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Today Girl asked people to de-lurk just for a day and I'm going to make the plea as well.
I'd love to meet all you people who check in with me and get some entertainment of my exploits!
If you're feeling brave, leave a comment and say hi!
....Maybe I didn't do my homework?..... Highly unlikely.
How on earth could I forget something that I did almost every day for 4 years? It terrifies me that if I can forget something so habitual, routine and omnipresent how on earth will I remember the simple moments I'm living right now?
I'm in the "honeymoon" period of my marriage. The time I am supposed to be the happiest of my life. The time when life should be one big rosy dream.
And, not to be too over dramatic, but it really, truly is for me.
And I don't ever want to forget the small things that happen everyday between my new wonderful husband and myself.
And I'm not really sure how to keep the memory.
And that is frustrating.
I don't want to forget the pride I felt last night as he informed me that he has been accepted to present his research at the American Academy of Audiology in April. I don't want to lose the excitement I felt to make him dinner (Migas...Mexican scrambled eggs....So good). I don't want to dismiss the support I felt as he helped me wash and put away all the dishes. I don't want to bid farewell to the love I felt as we knelt together by the side of our bed and offered up a prayer of gratitude. I don't want to overlook his kindness as he tucked me into bed.
Wednesday, January 09, 2008
The ear doctor was euphoric.
I love the tassel on my beanie. So cute. When I ski it flutters about in the wind. v. cool.
Of course we had to stop for lunch.
Chili in bread bowls.
PS, the short hair holds up MUCH better under a day of being smashed by a beanie and goggles.
Monday, January 07, 2008
We got up to the window and the annoyed teenager taking tickets informed us that there were only 15 tickets left and we'd be watching the movie from the front row. No thanks.
Friday night we again attempted to catch the movie. We arrived 15 mins early and were surprised to see the show totally SOLD OUT! I don't think I've seen a movie sell out in Colorado ever (besides opening night). Ridiculous. We weren't too bummed to come home and play our Wii.
Saturday was an epic day of shopping. The ear doctor wanted my help spending his Christmas money and dragged me all over town from game store to game store looking for guitar hero III. (no luck)
We finally bought tickets for the 3:05 showing. We had a whole hour before the show, and the Nordstrom men's half-yearly was on so we decided to spend our down time looking for new work clothes for the ear doctor.
We showed back up at the theater right at 3 and made our way to the theater. I was getting really excited about FINALLY being able to see the show. We rounded the dark corner and saw that the place was P-A-C-K-E-D to the brim! We wouldn't even have been able to sit together!
Defeated again, we left and switched our tickets to the 5:30 showing. After puttering around for a while we returned to the theater 45 minutes early, sat on the gross carpet and waited for our turn to go in, got perfect seats and laughed incessantly at the movie.
All in all, it was a pretty great movie. But worth 4 attempts to see it? Hard to say.
Thursday, January 03, 2008
Sorry for being mean to you about the movie last night. You were right. I want to see Juno very badly, so having to see it from the front row would have been very annoying. It's better to save the free passes your parents got us for Christmas for a time we can actually enjoy the movie without craning our necks.
Lastly, thanks for taking the Christmas tree to the recycling center this morning. I know it was probably a pain to lug that dried out old thing down the three flights of stairs and into the bed of your truck at 6:45 in the morning.
Can't wait to see you tonight!
Wednesday, January 02, 2008
On Christmas Eve the ear doctor, my father-in-law and I all went to down town San Jose to see the lights. We walked down the street toward the center of town with eager anticipation. I love to see a community come together to celebrate. I love snowmen and Christmas trees and presents.
As we rounded the corner I was thrilled to see the whole center square lit up with hundreds of Christmas trees. Different organizations from all over the city had decorated a tree for the festival. I loved seeing Girl Scout troop #317 decorate their tree with Popsicle sticks. And the boys and girls club felt candy canes and big bright colored lights really warmed my insides.
After taking in the tree-lined, Christmas-lit square we went into the big fancy hotel down town. They had a huge, life sized gingerbread house that filled the entire foyer with the warm, cozy, familiar cinnamon and clove scent. They had an electric train display which reminded me of my dad and our really cool electric train that circled my childhood Christmas tree.
We next walked over to the ice skating rink and I was astounded to see people ice skating under the protective cover of palm trees. I laughed out loud when I noticed the huddled group of Californians waiting for the snow machine to blow soap suds out on them.
As the evening was drawing to a close we decided to turn back and walk to our car. We paused for a moment outside a beautiful old Catholic cathedral. Inspired, the ear doctor suggest that we go in and see if there was any scheduled choral presentation for the evening.
As we walked in I was overwhelmed by how beautiful the building was. The cathedral had the typical floor layout of a large T. In the center of the space there was a large, shiny, round wooden altar. Instead of the typical straight rows of pews facing a stand, gleaming wooden chairs surrounded the altar in large, looping graceful circles. We noticed that a group of people were setting up sound equipment, so we decided to sit and wait for the presentation.
I sat in quiet wonder.
I looked around at the other people in the room. A complete mix of ethnic backgrounds were represented. I heard at least 4 different languages whispered between loved ones. All were seated, waiting quietly, taking a moment to recognize the real meaning for Christmas.
In that moment I forgot the trees, lights, bows, boxes, ice, snow and candy. I was totally overwhelmed with gratitude for the great intangible gifts I've been so blessed with in my life. I was blown away by the silent faith in the room. And I was once again reminded of the amazing capability that we humans have to believe, have faith and trust.
I truly felt the meaning of goodwill toward all men.