Dave brought me some flowers when I was sick. I watered them the other day. I was dutifully filling the pot with water from the sink when I screamed and threw the pot down.
There was a cricket, mostly dead, lying upside down in the wrapping of the pot.
Gross.
I mean, really ... how dare there be actual NATURE in my flowers?
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Monday, October 26, 2009
On awareness ...
October has been full of opportunities to raise awareness about domestic violence. Friend Natalie has done a lot on her site to promote awareness and has a couple of great giveaways you should enter by going HERE.
It is also Down syndrome awareness month!
My brother Sam is amazing. He is an artist and an athlete. He is smart and funny and he loves reading non-fiction. He struggles with math and he loves skiing and swimming. He wants to be a magician when he grows up. He's your average 13-year-old little brother. But sometimes he gets lonely. Kids in the neighborhood don't go out of their way to be mean, but they don't go out of their way to include him either. It's been years since the doorbell has rung with the request, "Can Sam come play?" I wish perceptions would change.
I like this article:"There are more than 400,000 people living with Down syndrome in the United States today; one in every 733 babies is born with Down syndrome. ... All people with Down syndrome experience cognitive delays, but the effect is usually mild to moderate and is not indicative of the many strengths and talents that each individual possesses."
I also LOVE this site. Please visit http://r-word.org and take the pledge to stop using the word "retard" and "retarded" in casual conversation. It's a simple step in raising your own awareness and making sure kids like Sam are given the same chance at contributing to society as their peers.
It is also Down syndrome awareness month!
My brother Sam is amazing. He is an artist and an athlete. He is smart and funny and he loves reading non-fiction. He struggles with math and he loves skiing and swimming. He wants to be a magician when he grows up. He's your average 13-year-old little brother. But sometimes he gets lonely. Kids in the neighborhood don't go out of their way to be mean, but they don't go out of their way to include him either. It's been years since the doorbell has rung with the request, "Can Sam come play?" I wish perceptions would change.
I like this article:"There are more than 400,000 people living with Down syndrome in the United States today; one in every 733 babies is born with Down syndrome. ... All people with Down syndrome experience cognitive delays, but the effect is usually mild to moderate and is not indicative of the many strengths and talents that each individual possesses."
I also LOVE this site. Please visit http://r-word.org and take the pledge to stop using the word "retard" and "retarded" in casual conversation. It's a simple step in raising your own awareness and making sure kids like Sam are given the same chance at contributing to society as their peers.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
On speculation ...
Last week we bought tickets to "BYU Homecoming Spectacular!"
When I see the word Spectacular! (especially with the added punctuation) in a title, I fully expect a plethora of three things:
Multi-media presentations, jazz hands and sequins.
We weren't disappointed.
When I see the word Spectacular! (especially with the added punctuation) in a title, I fully expect a plethora of three things:
Multi-media presentations, jazz hands and sequins.
We weren't disappointed.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
The end of my world ...
It frightens me to think about how long I could function without the Internet...
.... I just googled the phrase "How to bake a potato."
.... I just googled the phrase "How to bake a potato."
Monday, October 19, 2009
On recuperating...
I have cool friends.
They are willing to drive to me the Instacare clinic. They are willing to buy me Sunchips so I don't pass out during the two hour wait. They are even willing to sit next to me in the Instacare clinic when I'm wearing a dorky-looking surgical mask when they could have sat by all the non-infected people in the "well" area instead.
(Does this segregation really work? When it comes to spreading, or not spreading, the flu ... does that extra three feet of air space and facing the chairs in opposite direction in a cramped waiting room actually DO anything??! Maybe it's mental.)
I also have friends who are willing to Skype me into a study group so I don't fail a midterm on Wednesday. I have friends who are willing to share notes and make sure I don't fall behind. That's nice, because they could have decided the flu was actually God's plague sent to punish the wicked (i.e. me) and raise them on the curve.
I have a best friend, aka husband, who has filled prescriptions, made me dinner, rearranged work schedules, and fulfilled some semi-ridiculous requests (Can we have the door open? It's hot. No! Now it's cold, how about just half-way open? Maybe closed with the fan on?) just to keep me comfortable.
I even have friends who were willing to conduct the ward choir for me on Sunday. Now that's love.
They are willing to drive to me the Instacare clinic. They are willing to buy me Sunchips so I don't pass out during the two hour wait. They are even willing to sit next to me in the Instacare clinic when I'm wearing a dorky-looking surgical mask when they could have sat by all the non-infected people in the "well" area instead.
(Does this segregation really work? When it comes to spreading, or not spreading, the flu ... does that extra three feet of air space and facing the chairs in opposite direction in a cramped waiting room actually DO anything??! Maybe it's mental.)
I also have friends who are willing to Skype me into a study group so I don't fail a midterm on Wednesday. I have friends who are willing to share notes and make sure I don't fall behind. That's nice, because they could have decided the flu was actually God's plague sent to punish the wicked (i.e. me) and raise them on the curve.
I have a best friend, aka husband, who has filled prescriptions, made me dinner, rearranged work schedules, and fulfilled some semi-ridiculous requests (Can we have the door open? It's hot. No! Now it's cold, how about just half-way open? Maybe closed with the fan on?) just to keep me comfortable.
I even have friends who were willing to conduct the ward choir for me on Sunday. Now that's love.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
On helping ...
There will be more about this link in the future, but consider it my contribution to Blog Action Day. (Thanks for the tip, Natalie!)For corn-induced rage click HERE or here: http://www.time.com/time/health/article/0,8599,1917458,00.html
I haven't been so upset with McDonald's since Supersize Me and this time it's not even their fault.
Why do I love Crown Burger so much?
I fell in love with the warm, gushy feeling you get when more goes into the recycling can than the garbage can last year when I lived in South Ogden: a very responsible town with a city recycling program. Dave and I plan to use some left over gift registry money to buy an extra bin or two to do our part here in Cougarland, even though it will take a lot more effort on our part to participate. Anyone know how to get recycling picked up at your house in Provo? We've also started going higher fiber, low-processed and make sure that at least some of our meat and dairy choices each week are organic. I'm a huge germ freak, so there's not enough bleach in the world to make me ever give up paper towels like this gal, but I can certainly do my part to help by buying cage-free eggs and chicken.
But this is the boring stuff. The real interesting stuff is back HERE. Read, process, and report back. I'm dying to know what you think. In the meantime, I'm going to go take a nap. Swine flu hit law school and I'm feeling pretty under-the-weather. Good thing it kills less than the regular flu. Then I might be in trouble.
Friday, October 9, 2009
I wanted to blog ...
but then I saw this:
... and realized I have nothing to say.
You can click here for more despairware.
On pumpkins ...
I love pumpkin world.
Pumpkin bread, pumpkin cake, pumpkin squares, pumpkin cookies.
I like carving pumpkins. I can't wait to try a new pumpkin trifle recipe. And my friend Jenni swears by pumpkin bagels.
In pumpkin world, princesses get to the ball and eventually find their prince. The vegetable serves fantastic porch decoration when you put a candle inside it. In pumpkin world there is never a shortage of pie.
I'm pretty sure pumpkin season is the only reason I survive the end of melon season. Honeydew is the nectar of the gods and watermelon is all the good things about summer wrapped up in striped, green casing. It's definitely the end of melon season. I ate honeydew and cantaloupe this week I'm pretty sure tasted worse than stale cardboard.
Good thing pumpkins are on sale for 19 cents a pound at Macey's and I have a date with some cinnamon cream cheese frosting later this month. And if anyone has an awesome recipe for roasting pumpkin seeds, I'd love to steal it from you.
Pumpkin bread, pumpkin cake, pumpkin squares, pumpkin cookies.
I like carving pumpkins. I can't wait to try a new pumpkin trifle recipe. And my friend Jenni swears by pumpkin bagels.
In pumpkin world, princesses get to the ball and eventually find their prince. The vegetable serves fantastic porch decoration when you put a candle inside it. In pumpkin world there is never a shortage of pie.
I'm pretty sure pumpkin season is the only reason I survive the end of melon season. Honeydew is the nectar of the gods and watermelon is all the good things about summer wrapped up in striped, green casing. It's definitely the end of melon season. I ate honeydew and cantaloupe this week I'm pretty sure tasted worse than stale cardboard.
Good thing pumpkins are on sale for 19 cents a pound at Macey's and I have a date with some cinnamon cream cheese frosting later this month. And if anyone has an awesome recipe for roasting pumpkin seeds, I'd love to steal it from you.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
On blogging ...
Some days I'm really glad I married Dave.
And on other days, I'm really, REALLY glad!
MCB raged the other day about bloggers having "best spouse" competitions. (You can read about it here.) I agree. Spouse contests are dumb -- mine will always win.
But really, what do you think about mushy spouse posts? What's the worst/most obnoxious one you've ever read? Most touching? Where's the line between sharing something uplifting and just plain bragging? You men out there ... and I know there's at least three of you who read this blog ... if your wife/girlfriend/mom posted something really sweet, but somewhat lengthy about you online, what would be your reaction? You women who choose to compliment their spouse indirectly on the Internet instead -- why not just profess your adoration/love/pride outright? I mean, if you're going to go to all the effort, and if the point of the post really is to say how awesome your man is, why not just say it? You women who have written a best spouse/birthday/anniversary tribute ... Why?
I am curious.
And on other days, I'm really, REALLY glad!
MCB raged the other day about bloggers having "best spouse" competitions. (You can read about it here.) I agree. Spouse contests are dumb -- mine will always win.
But really, what do you think about mushy spouse posts? What's the worst/most obnoxious one you've ever read? Most touching? Where's the line between sharing something uplifting and just plain bragging? You men out there ... and I know there's at least three of you who read this blog ... if your wife/girlfriend/mom posted something really sweet, but somewhat lengthy about you online, what would be your reaction? You women who choose to compliment their spouse indirectly on the Internet instead -- why not just profess your adoration/love/pride outright? I mean, if you're going to go to all the effort, and if the point of the post really is to say how awesome your man is, why not just say it? You women who have written a best spouse/birthday/anniversary tribute ... Why?
I am curious.
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