Friday, February 27, 2009
1) the source of creative genius...does it reside inside a person, or is it bestowed from an outside force?
2) how the process of bread making can be interpreted as a transformative symbol of Christ's atonement
3) how we are both annoyed that our neighbor now lets their two annoying little black dogs pee in Roscoe's designated peeing grass
4) ambition in life, how to get more, how to properly direct it
5) how the same shoes that I walked in for 5 days straight at Disneyworld gave me no problem, but after a 20 minute walk yesterday I've got hot spots on my heels
6) my bangs
7) how it feels to be smack in the middle of an overwhelming creative flow where everything you do seems to come together in a perfect combination
8) our need for more dog food at the house
Yet another reason why I love being with the ear doctor. Who wouldn't want to be married to someone who incites such interesting thoughts?
Thursday, February 26, 2009
On our next family trip there might be a chance I won't find myself laying awake staring at sparkly popcorn ceiling of a shared hotel room at 3 am desperately telling myself that a jury probably won't believe that temporary insanity can be caused by my father's loud and incessant snoring.
My future children thank you for helping them avoid Saturday morning visits to the clink to see mommy.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
If you've read more than 2 posts on this blog you'll probably see that this type of thing was MADE for me.
Geeky? Check. Competitive? Check. Social? Check.
Well, one of the events was a to build a mousetrap-type exhibit. The more different methods of energy transfer (physical contact, heat, wind, ect) the higher your score. For WEEKS I would wake up in the middle of the night with a great idea for the mousetrap device. I'd scribble them down on a piece of paper and fall back to sleep. Unfortunately, I could never decipher my midnight mad-scientist notes.
This waking-up-in-the-middle-of-the-night phenomenon has persisted into my adult life. Any tough problem I'm working on will invade my dreams and wake me with midnight epiphanies. When they're really good I can't get back to sleep.
Which explains why I was at work at 5:45 this morning.
And I hope my boss understands that when he swings by here at 2:30 and I'm passed out on my desk. Keyboard imprints in the forehead are the MOST professional part of my look.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Monday, February 23, 2009
Digital camera in Kenneth Cole neoprene case, keys (which I can never find), green snakeskin wallet (BR), checkbook, 4 (count them) hair bands, free hearing aid company pens, cinnamon gum, nano (yes, I always wrap the ear bud cords like that), midol (for emergencies), reeses peanut butter hearts (Valentines day!), cell phone, thumb drive, lip treatments and a random baggie of gummy bears.
Anyone care to make up a personality profile from these items?
When I eat Lucky Charms I like to make sure that every bite has at least 1 marshmallow in it. It's just a thing I do. And the ear doctor knows it.
Just as I was finishing up my bowl (2 bites left, 2 mallows) he reached over with his big ole spoon in MY bowl and threatens the red balloon shaped goodness. Immediately spoons changed from food scooping instruments into weapons used to either defend (me) or wage war (him).
As soon as I was sure that the red balloon was safe in the protection of my sliver-domed utensil I looked up and, with fury in my eyes said, "Oh, I'm SO sure!"
At which point the ear doctor almost squirted milk through his nose because he realized that he has married Cher Horowitz.
But seriously, like was even going to get my last Lucky Charm! AS IF!
Saturday, February 21, 2009
1) Are you the type of person who eats the last cookie from the cookie jar?
2) If you found yourself in the position of wanting to date someone and not being able to find someone using conventional methods, would you consider using an Internet site to find someone?
For me, the answer to both inquiries is the exact same.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
However, after a few consecutive late nights and sun drenched days I started getting really sleepy every time we got on a bus. I don't think any of my friends will ever forget me actually falling asleep while sitting in the uncomfortable plastic chairs on a wild, bumpy Mexican bus ride.
My reputation of public sleeping will forever live in infamy.
But really, they should understood that I didn't just spontaneously gain this ability. From a very young age I have been groomed to enjoy a quick nap on a public bench, bus, theater, patio, anywhere.
Don't believe me? Observe my dad, at Disney world for 5 days:
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Monday, February 09, 2009
Last night I invited them over again in the hopes that I could redeem my hostess skills. I decided to make Thomas Keller's fried chicken. This chicken is so good it kind of makes me weak in the knees when I take my first bite. It's juicy, spicy, crunchy and everything fried chicken should be.
I knew with this recipe there was no way I would fail.
Unforch, the breasts on my little chickens must have been thicker than usual because, despite frying them for the recipe prescribed amount of time and keeping my eagle-eye watch on the frying thermometer, the middle of the breasts were raw.
I'm not talking a little underdone, here people. I mean pink, squishy, cold RAW!
I was horrified when I saw my sweet guests politely picking off the outer crust and attempting to eat around the nasty embarrassing rawness. The ear doctor whipped the offending breasts off their plate and replaced with perfectly done thighs, but I couldn't believe I'd let it happen.
These people are never going to come back to my house. Ever. And, really, I don't blame them. I'd be pretty hesitant to return to a house that first tried to asphyxiate my child and then poison me with salmonella.
The DJ asked this question and I was pretty surprised with his answer. He said, "Have you seen SNL recently? What do you think of our contemporary comics like Steven Colbert or John Stewart?"
"Actually, I don't really watch much now. So I don't really know." (said in a sort of I'm-too-cool voice)
Um, what? Excuse me? So you are trying to tell me that you are one of the handful of people who didn't tune in to see Tina Fey as Sarah Palin? I find that veeeeeeerrrrrrrry difficult to believe.
Since when was it OK for someone who was practically BORN by SNL to badmouth it? To make it seem like only the little people had time to watch the show.
This kind of stuff just drives me nuts. It's like me saying, "Oh, BYU? That university is so lame and stupid. Totally out of touch since I attended." or "Oh, my parents? I don't really stay in touch with them anymore. I don't really owe them anything for helping shape me into the person I am today."
Give me a break.
Chevy, we all know you sit at home in your million dollar mansion on Sunday afternoon watching the DVR'd episode of SNL from the night before. Critiquing their delivery. Bemoaning their inability to creatively end a sketch. Falling head over heals in love with everything Kristen Wiig does. Pretending you are Gilly with a curly afro and a propensity for sticking pencils in people's arms.
Er, um, maybe I'm confusing the two of us....
Friday, February 06, 2009
This is R-A-R-E for us, since we are kind of that couple that likes to be together. We wait to eat together, we try to leave the house at the same time so we depart together, we walk the dog together, we're just pretty much always together.
If you think that's co-dependant or lame, you're wrong. He's just he person I most like to be around. I have a sneaking suspicion that he might feel the same way.
Which makes it really strange to go through a day without him around.
I found myself laughing at something funny I saw, instinctively turning to where he usually would be and starting to comment before I realized that he wasn't even there. When I was pouring myself a glass of milk I accidentally grabbed 2 glasses out of the cupboard, thinking he would probably want some too. When I ate a handful of mini-M&M's I looked around to offer some to him.
It was really actually kind of creepy.