Miracles happen.
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
To tell a story...
I get asked all the time, "How do you have such amazing stories? My life is so boring." I'm a firm believer that everyone has the most amazing stories... they just don't realize it. Part of having amazing stories is knowing how to recognize them. Now, I know some of you will laugh at me for this, because I have oft been given the honor of being the least observant person in the world, but really, the key is to be observant to the events around you.
For example, this morning I drove to work. I left my house at approximately 6:40. Somewhere down 700 N. I glanced out my back window through my rear view mirror. Now, this wasn't the first time I had glanced out of my rear view mirror--I had done that as I backed out of my driveway--so the sight I beheld rather shocked me. How had I not noticed this while backing out of my driveway?! My back window was covered in a very light frost. Now, this is nothing incredible by any means. Most mornings my windows are covered in frost. But this morning, the frost was beautiful. The way the light from the street lamps hit it, it looked like some fairy had come and covered my window with fairy dust. For all I knew, my car could now fly. But really, the glittering effect that the light hitting the frost made was very mesmerizing. I was very sad to be driving because that meant I couldn't actually look at it. At least not for extended periods of time. Even more sad was the logic in me that told me that I would actually need to use that window and thus must turn on my rear defrost. It was very sad to watch that frost melt away. As the last few strips of frost were turning to water, I looked back at it one last time, sad that I had caused the death of something so beautiful. However, I did not die on my way to work, so I feel it was done in good measure.
Also, when I plugged in my iPod to my FM transmitter, it didn't seem to be working. My iPod said it was playing "S.O.S." by Abba, yet I was hearing "And I'm proud to be an American" come through my speakers. First I checked the station, thinking they weren't synced. The station I tune into actually has music that plays through it, so I thought that must be the culprit. However, typically it's hard rock--stuff I don't recognize--not nice patriotic music that I love to listen to. Finally, I decided the music had to be coming from my iPod. Weird... it really did say it was "S.O.S." So I hit back to restart the song to see if it would restart. Sure enough it did, this time playing "S.O.S." So weird. For some reason, my iPod said it was playing one song while actually playing another. Even more weird was that as soon as "S.O.S." finished, "Proud to be an American" started. Hmmmm...
Lastly, (goodness, it's only 9 am... how many stories do you think I have?! Ok... I actually do have more I could tell.... but I won't.) there was a car wreck on I-15 this morning. It took me over a half an hour to get between Lehi and Thanksgiving Point. It was ridiculous. Though, having been in one of those wrecks myself, I felt much less annoyance and much more empathy than usual. Yellow has this theory that the middle lane actually moves faster during rush hour, so I decided to trust him and was driving in the middle lane. Problem with this, though I didn't know it at the time, was that the wreck was in the right lane, so everyone was trying to merge into the center lane. This became very apparent to me when the semi to my right pulled up next to me, then put on its blinker. Now, this very act scares the bejeebies out of me. I have very good reason for this fear... perhaps someday I will tell the story. I sat there, going about 2 mph, trying to decide if I should just let the semi in front of me (requiring me to stop for probably 5 minutes to open up enough space) or if I should press forward, making someone else let him in. Neither seemed a pleasant option. I didn't want to have to follow a semi in this already slow traffic, nor did I want him sitting next to me for hours with his blinker threatening me. Luckily, his lane spend up, so he ended up sailing on past me. I breathed a sigh of relief until the vehicle behind him pulled up alongside of me... another semi with it's blinker on!!! What did I ever do to deserve such curses! I read my scriptures last night! I prayed last night and this morning! I paid my tithing! I was nice to my roommates! I killed no small animals! I didn't even kill any spiders! Then why oh why was I put under such torture!? [sigh] It was horrible. Really, it was. Luckily, there is a God and He loves me. The second semi sailed on past as well after a few moments. I didn't encounter either of them again.
Now, you see, these are very simple stories, easily forgotten, rarely told. (Well, perhaps not the semi story... but that was truly just frightening.) How often does someone come up to you and discuss the frost on their back window? Never. Well, unless you know me or someone like me. So next time you think you don't have any stories to tell, start paying more attention to the little details of life.
For example, this morning I drove to work. I left my house at approximately 6:40. Somewhere down 700 N. I glanced out my back window through my rear view mirror. Now, this wasn't the first time I had glanced out of my rear view mirror--I had done that as I backed out of my driveway--so the sight I beheld rather shocked me. How had I not noticed this while backing out of my driveway?! My back window was covered in a very light frost. Now, this is nothing incredible by any means. Most mornings my windows are covered in frost. But this morning, the frost was beautiful. The way the light from the street lamps hit it, it looked like some fairy had come and covered my window with fairy dust. For all I knew, my car could now fly. But really, the glittering effect that the light hitting the frost made was very mesmerizing. I was very sad to be driving because that meant I couldn't actually look at it. At least not for extended periods of time. Even more sad was the logic in me that told me that I would actually need to use that window and thus must turn on my rear defrost. It was very sad to watch that frost melt away. As the last few strips of frost were turning to water, I looked back at it one last time, sad that I had caused the death of something so beautiful. However, I did not die on my way to work, so I feel it was done in good measure.
Also, when I plugged in my iPod to my FM transmitter, it didn't seem to be working. My iPod said it was playing "S.O.S." by Abba, yet I was hearing "And I'm proud to be an American" come through my speakers. First I checked the station, thinking they weren't synced. The station I tune into actually has music that plays through it, so I thought that must be the culprit. However, typically it's hard rock--stuff I don't recognize--not nice patriotic music that I love to listen to. Finally, I decided the music had to be coming from my iPod. Weird... it really did say it was "S.O.S." So I hit back to restart the song to see if it would restart. Sure enough it did, this time playing "S.O.S." So weird. For some reason, my iPod said it was playing one song while actually playing another. Even more weird was that as soon as "S.O.S." finished, "Proud to be an American" started. Hmmmm...
Lastly, (goodness, it's only 9 am... how many stories do you think I have?! Ok... I actually do have more I could tell.... but I won't.) there was a car wreck on I-15 this morning. It took me over a half an hour to get between Lehi and Thanksgiving Point. It was ridiculous. Though, having been in one of those wrecks myself, I felt much less annoyance and much more empathy than usual. Yellow has this theory that the middle lane actually moves faster during rush hour, so I decided to trust him and was driving in the middle lane. Problem with this, though I didn't know it at the time, was that the wreck was in the right lane, so everyone was trying to merge into the center lane. This became very apparent to me when the semi to my right pulled up next to me, then put on its blinker. Now, this very act scares the bejeebies out of me. I have very good reason for this fear... perhaps someday I will tell the story. I sat there, going about 2 mph, trying to decide if I should just let the semi in front of me (requiring me to stop for probably 5 minutes to open up enough space) or if I should press forward, making someone else let him in. Neither seemed a pleasant option. I didn't want to have to follow a semi in this already slow traffic, nor did I want him sitting next to me for hours with his blinker threatening me. Luckily, his lane spend up, so he ended up sailing on past me. I breathed a sigh of relief until the vehicle behind him pulled up alongside of me... another semi with it's blinker on!!! What did I ever do to deserve such curses! I read my scriptures last night! I prayed last night and this morning! I paid my tithing! I was nice to my roommates! I killed no small animals! I didn't even kill any spiders! Then why oh why was I put under such torture!? [sigh] It was horrible. Really, it was. Luckily, there is a God and He loves me. The second semi sailed on past as well after a few moments. I didn't encounter either of them again.
Now, you see, these are very simple stories, easily forgotten, rarely told. (Well, perhaps not the semi story... but that was truly just frightening.) How often does someone come up to you and discuss the frost on their back window? Never. Well, unless you know me or someone like me. So next time you think you don't have any stories to tell, start paying more attention to the little details of life.
Monday, January 14, 2008
Mr. Perfect
If I could have my perfect man (which I know I can't) these are qualities he would have. Hopefully, my future love will have many, if not most of them.
- He would open my doors (but not when we're getting out of the car).
- He would hold me when I cry.
- He could tell when something was wrong and ask about it, even if I didn't want to talk about it.
- He would do dishes, just because he knows I hate it.
- He would talk about me to other people. Because he can't stop thinking about me.
- He would say really sweet things about me to other people. When he talked about me, girls everywhere would swoon and say, "I want my husband to be like that."
- Every once in awhile, for absolutely no good reason, he'd buy me a flower. A simple flower.
- He would love my mother.
- He would do things with my family. He would choose to do things with my family.
- He would love games. He would ask me if I wanted to play.
- He would watch chick flicks with me. And maybe even enjoy them.
- He would not drink caffeine.
- He would not watch rated-R movies.
- He would have high standards in music and media.
- He would not justify media. He would have higher standards than I do, so that he could pull me up. Because I would want to be better because he is.
- He would be an all-over nice guy. Like, the kind of guy that everyone loves.
- All of my friends would love him.
- He would never say mean-sarcastic things.
- There would never be anything that he would say that I would automatically feel like I he was degrading me.
- He would love me despite me.
- He and I could and would talk about everything... even the things that aren't pleasant to talk about.
- I would always know how he's feeling about everything. I would be able to look at him and know his emotions.
- He could do the same for me.
- He would know me so well that I could ask him questions about myself and he would know how to answer.
- He could, and would, cook.
- He would be friends with my friends. He would help me be friends with his friends.
- He would be someone I would want as a father for my children.
- He would tell me, often, that he loved me.
- He would cuddle with me.
- He would hold my hand in public.
- He would kiss me in public. (The swift, socially approved, kind of kiss)
- He would tell me he missed me when I was gone.
- He wouldn't want me to leave...even when I had to.
- He would fight dragons for me.
- He would never let my kids talk back to me.
- He would teach my sons to be gentlemen... by example.
- He would teach my daughters how they should expect to be treated... by example.
- He would have spiritual conversations with me.
- He would never make me feel stupid about not knowing things.
- He would be committed to me and only me. I would never have a doubt in my mind as to his feelings for me.
- We would be able to talk about former flames and learn from each other's pasts without jealousy.
- He would trust me.
- I would trust him.
- He would do cute things for me... just to let me know that he cared.
- He would love Harry Potter. He would be able to have intelligent conversation about them with me.
- He could fix my computer when it was broken.
- He would be responsible.
- He would be incredibly rich... from his own hard work. But no one would ever know it.
- He would let me be a secret philanthropist with his hard-earned money.
- He would be fashionable... but not obsessively so.
- He would not spend more time in the bathroom than I do.
- He would encourage me to be a stay-at-home mom.
- He would not begrudge me taking a part-time job if I decided I wanted to, when my kids were in school.
- He would not be controlling, yet he would make my decisions for me when I didn't want to. (Because he would know me well enough to know what I should decide.)
- He would have good taste for interior decorating... because I know I don't. But I still want a cute house.
- He would love shopping at IKEA with me.
- He would bring out the silly side of me... not just tolerate it when it pops up.
- He would encourage me to read.
- He would encourage me to take "me time."
- He would travel the world with me.
- He would help me complete my To Do Before I Die list.
- He would be worthy to be called as an apostle at any point. (Not that he has to become an apostle... but that he would be worthy of accepting such a call.)
- He would hold me to my standards.
- He would push me to be better. Not in a judging or condoning way, but in an encouraging, loving way.
- He would nurse me back to health when I was sick.
- He would sympathize with me through every headache, every black-out, every nauseous moment. I would never feel like he thought less of me because of them.
- He would make me get out and do outdoor things like hiking and playing in the park. But he wouldn't make me do it when I really didn't want to.
- He would have the ability to get me to do things that I outwardly claim I don't want to do, but secretly wish someone would talk me into doing.
- He would know the difference between those things and the things that I really, really don't want to do.
- He would like reading things I write that are 10-pages long.
- He wouldn't mind when I babble and ramble.
- He would be able to hug me on emotional days and make things all better.
- He would encourage me to cook. Often.
- He would even help me cook sometimes.
- He would play Super Mario 3 with me.
- It would not hurt his manly-pride if I beat him in competitions such as Super Mario 3, bowling, or any board or card games. He would still play with me, even if I beat him.
- He won't be impossible to live with when he beats me. (Beats me in terms of games... not as in physically beating.)
- He wouldn't physically beat me. :)
- He would surprise me with things. (Things can be objects, events, words, letters, parties, kisses, etc.)
- He would grab me and kiss me... for no good reason.
- He would share my cheesy sense of humor.
- He would call me pet names. And it would be fun. And feel natural.
- He would not be allergic to cats. And he would let me have one. An inside cat.
- He would be strong where I am weak.
- He would work with wood. And have a shop. So I could go out and smell the fresh sawdust. And he would make beautiful furniture for our house.
- He would be strong. I would be secretly giddy over his muscles.
- He would be a handyman and could fix anything broken in our house.
- He would know enough about cars to not need to take it to the shop for every little repair.
- He would be athletic enough that we could have athletic children. So that I can be a soccer mom.
- He would not expect me to be athletic.
- He would at least seriously consider the names I want to name my children.
- He would go to the temple with me.
- He would let me have a secret passage in our house that I could hide in and only he and I knew about.
- He would let me have a secret passage in our house that our kids could find and not know that we know about.
- He would humor me in my random wants in our future home... and be able to figure out how to make them work.
- He would make me happier than anything. I would be in eternal bliss just to think of him.
- He would love me more than anything. And no one would be able to doubt that. Ever.
This list can (and does) go on... but it's time to go home now.
- He would open my doors (but not when we're getting out of the car).
- He would hold me when I cry.
- He could tell when something was wrong and ask about it, even if I didn't want to talk about it.
- He would do dishes, just because he knows I hate it.
- He would talk about me to other people. Because he can't stop thinking about me.
- He would say really sweet things about me to other people. When he talked about me, girls everywhere would swoon and say, "I want my husband to be like that."
- Every once in awhile, for absolutely no good reason, he'd buy me a flower. A simple flower.
- He would love my mother.
- He would do things with my family. He would choose to do things with my family.
- He would love games. He would ask me if I wanted to play.
- He would watch chick flicks with me. And maybe even enjoy them.
- He would not drink caffeine.
- He would not watch rated-R movies.
- He would have high standards in music and media.
- He would not justify media. He would have higher standards than I do, so that he could pull me up. Because I would want to be better because he is.
- He would be an all-over nice guy. Like, the kind of guy that everyone loves.
- All of my friends would love him.
- He would never say mean-sarcastic things.
- There would never be anything that he would say that I would automatically feel like I he was degrading me.
- He would love me despite me.
- He and I could and would talk about everything... even the things that aren't pleasant to talk about.
- I would always know how he's feeling about everything. I would be able to look at him and know his emotions.
- He could do the same for me.
- He would know me so well that I could ask him questions about myself and he would know how to answer.
- He could, and would, cook.
- He would be friends with my friends. He would help me be friends with his friends.
- He would be someone I would want as a father for my children.
- He would tell me, often, that he loved me.
- He would cuddle with me.
- He would hold my hand in public.
- He would kiss me in public. (The swift, socially approved, kind of kiss)
- He would tell me he missed me when I was gone.
- He wouldn't want me to leave...even when I had to.
- He would fight dragons for me.
- He would never let my kids talk back to me.
- He would teach my sons to be gentlemen... by example.
- He would teach my daughters how they should expect to be treated... by example.
- He would have spiritual conversations with me.
- He would never make me feel stupid about not knowing things.
- He would be committed to me and only me. I would never have a doubt in my mind as to his feelings for me.
- We would be able to talk about former flames and learn from each other's pasts without jealousy.
- He would trust me.
- I would trust him.
- He would do cute things for me... just to let me know that he cared.
- He would love Harry Potter. He would be able to have intelligent conversation about them with me.
- He could fix my computer when it was broken.
- He would be responsible.
- He would be incredibly rich... from his own hard work. But no one would ever know it.
- He would let me be a secret philanthropist with his hard-earned money.
- He would be fashionable... but not obsessively so.
- He would not spend more time in the bathroom than I do.
- He would encourage me to be a stay-at-home mom.
- He would not begrudge me taking a part-time job if I decided I wanted to, when my kids were in school.
- He would not be controlling, yet he would make my decisions for me when I didn't want to. (Because he would know me well enough to know what I should decide.)
- He would have good taste for interior decorating... because I know I don't. But I still want a cute house.
- He would love shopping at IKEA with me.
- He would bring out the silly side of me... not just tolerate it when it pops up.
- He would encourage me to read.
- He would encourage me to take "me time."
- He would travel the world with me.
- He would help me complete my To Do Before I Die list.
- He would be worthy to be called as an apostle at any point. (Not that he has to become an apostle... but that he would be worthy of accepting such a call.)
- He would hold me to my standards.
- He would push me to be better. Not in a judging or condoning way, but in an encouraging, loving way.
- He would nurse me back to health when I was sick.
- He would sympathize with me through every headache, every black-out, every nauseous moment. I would never feel like he thought less of me because of them.
- He would make me get out and do outdoor things like hiking and playing in the park. But he wouldn't make me do it when I really didn't want to.
- He would have the ability to get me to do things that I outwardly claim I don't want to do, but secretly wish someone would talk me into doing.
- He would know the difference between those things and the things that I really, really don't want to do.
- He would like reading things I write that are 10-pages long.
- He wouldn't mind when I babble and ramble.
- He would be able to hug me on emotional days and make things all better.
- He would encourage me to cook. Often.
- He would even help me cook sometimes.
- He would play Super Mario 3 with me.
- It would not hurt his manly-pride if I beat him in competitions such as Super Mario 3, bowling, or any board or card games. He would still play with me, even if I beat him.
- He won't be impossible to live with when he beats me. (Beats me in terms of games... not as in physically beating.)
- He wouldn't physically beat me. :)
- He would surprise me with things. (Things can be objects, events, words, letters, parties, kisses, etc.)
- He would grab me and kiss me... for no good reason.
- He would share my cheesy sense of humor.
- He would call me pet names. And it would be fun. And feel natural.
- He would not be allergic to cats. And he would let me have one. An inside cat.
- He would be strong where I am weak.
- He would work with wood. And have a shop. So I could go out and smell the fresh sawdust. And he would make beautiful furniture for our house.
- He would be strong. I would be secretly giddy over his muscles.
- He would be a handyman and could fix anything broken in our house.
- He would know enough about cars to not need to take it to the shop for every little repair.
- He would be athletic enough that we could have athletic children. So that I can be a soccer mom.
- He would not expect me to be athletic.
- He would at least seriously consider the names I want to name my children.
- He would go to the temple with me.
- He would let me have a secret passage in our house that I could hide in and only he and I knew about.
- He would let me have a secret passage in our house that our kids could find and not know that we know about.
- He would humor me in my random wants in our future home... and be able to figure out how to make them work.
- He would make me happier than anything. I would be in eternal bliss just to think of him.
- He would love me more than anything. And no one would be able to doubt that. Ever.
This list can (and does) go on... but it's time to go home now.
The Dating Game, 5a
Humble Master was disappointed that his list of "Why Men Are Glad Not To Be Female" didn't make the original post. (He didn't see my question when I first asked him.) He had some pretty incredible reasons, so how could I not post them? These are his rambled off-the-cuff reasons:
- We can belch and it's ok.
- When we say, "Don't worry about it," we do not, in fact, secretly mean, "Keep thinking about this until word vomit bursts out of you."
- We can eat as much as we want, and then lose weight faster on accident than when girls try to lose weight.
- Our emotional rollercoasters involve pretty steady climbs and dips, not loop-to-loops by the minute.
- Our fashion understanding should not exceed knowing which article of clothing is the shirt, and which are the pants.
- Occasional mishaps in that area are forgiven.
- We don't care what other men look like, and certainly would never get upset because another man looks better than us.
- Our trickiest fashion choice when getting ready for church is which tie to wear.
- We don't have a voice in our heads telling us we're wasting our time when we play video games.
- We can take a statement at face value, that's right, we see no need to imagine 29 possible interpretations of the statement or causes for which it was said and then choose the worst one.
- Society doesn't make us paint our faces.
- We can belch and it's ok.
- When we say, "Don't worry about it," we do not, in fact, secretly mean, "Keep thinking about this until word vomit bursts out of you."
- We can eat as much as we want, and then lose weight faster on accident than when girls try to lose weight.
- Our emotional rollercoasters involve pretty steady climbs and dips, not loop-to-loops by the minute.
- Our fashion understanding should not exceed knowing which article of clothing is the shirt, and which are the pants.
- Occasional mishaps in that area are forgiven.
- We don't care what other men look like, and certainly would never get upset because another man looks better than us.
- Our trickiest fashion choice when getting ready for church is which tie to wear.
- We don't have a voice in our heads telling us we're wasting our time when we play video games.
- We can take a statement at face value, that's right, we see no need to imagine 29 possible interpretations of the statement or causes for which it was said and then choose the worst one.
- Society doesn't make us paint our faces.
A new friend
The Sleepless Hoosier is perhaps one of my new favorite people. He went with us to IKEA on Saturday and happily spent 4 hours shopping. By the end, he still had enough energy to spin a cart just to make me happy. He also was the muscles of the group and helped us load my car, unload my car, and put up my new shelves in my kitchen.
Today he kidnapped Katria's computer and was chatting with me. If you can't tell by the number of posts on here, I'm having a very open and honest day. I have no qualms about sharing my opinion on anything today. He decided to take advantage of it and started asking my opinion on many various topics. I had much fun. I thought I'd share these random opinions with y'all:
TSH: So, what is your opinion on Clinton? TSH:What are your feelings about the ozone
TSH: Right. Rock climbing opinions?
DL: So scary. Must go with someone who will be really patient with me. And not make fun of me, or even be annoyed at me, if I can't finish a wall. Someone I can really trust. And someone who will spend months talking me into it.
Today he kidnapped Katria's computer and was chatting with me. If you can't tell by the number of posts on here, I'm having a very open and honest day. I have no qualms about sharing my opinion on anything today. He decided to take advantage of it and started asking my opinion on many various topics. I had much fun. I thought I'd share these random opinions with y'all:
TSH: So, what is your opinion on Clinton?
DL: Don't like him
TSH: And Mitt
DL: I like Mitt ... for no real reason. Just cuz I do
TSH: Hillary
DL: I don't like Hillary either.
TSH: And Mitt
DL: I like Mitt ... for no real reason. Just cuz I do
TSH: Hillary
DL: I don't like Hillary either.
DL: It's got holes, but I'm not gonna stop driving. Though, I'll probably take more care when I can.
TSH: Friends who date friends? ;)
DL: Do it. What good is meeting people and being friends when you can't date them? I think taboos are stupid. Though, it can lead to drama. So grow up and be mature. And have grown-up, mature friends
TSH: Soap cakes in urinals
DL: Excuse me? I have no opinions on urinals
TSH: Sadness
DL: Though, I do have a funny story
TSH: You always have funny stories
DL:We were camping for a family reunion. My dad's siblings. There was an outhouse. My dear, sweet, Aunt Cinnamon Roll went up to the outhouse and came back down. "That is the nicest outhouse I've ever been in! It even has a sink! You just have to bring your own water!" A few hours later, my mom went up there. She came back down, "Oh, Cinnamon Roll. I have to warn you. That's not a sink. That's a urinal. We can't let Choo Choo (really funny uncle) go up there. Aunt Donna went white. They looked up the hill, Uncle Choo Choo was coming down from the outhouse... "Oh Cinnamon Roll! That is just the cutest little sink! I even brought my own water!"
TSH: Oooooooo. That is awful. Whew. Well, how about...Big city living vs. smaller more bucolic towns
DL: Depends on my mood. Though, I think I'd rather live in a small town near a big city
DL: Depends on my mood. Though, I think I'd rather live in a small town near a big city
TSH: Mmm. Agreed. I think. I've never really lived in a big city though... not really.
DL: This is the biggest city I've lived in. Well, besides Jerusalem, of course.TSH: Right. Rock climbing opinions?
DL: So scary. Must go with someone who will be really patient with me. And not make fun of me, or even be annoyed at me, if I can't finish a wall. Someone I can really trust. And someone who will spend months talking me into it.
TSH: MFHD majors?
DL: I was once one
TSH: And?
DL: I think it's a wonderful major for someone going on to counseling or just wanting to learn more to become a better person... to be a better parent.
DL: I was once one
TSH: And?
DL: I think it's a wonderful major for someone going on to counseling or just wanting to learn more to become a better person... to be a better parent.
TSH: What about Asians who scuff around the BNSN holding top ramen cups?
DL: I spend little to no time in the BNSN. So... no opinion
TSH: (I think they are silly. One just scuffed by) Pop star sunglasses?
DL: From what I can recall from the checkout stand, they're too big. But I don't really follow Pop stars, either.
TSH: Historical Fiction?
DL: Love, love, love it. Though, must be read with caution. I think it's a great way to get people interested in certain historical events (that's how I got involved in the Ancient Near East major). But you must be careful that you don't believe the fiction part to be historical.
TSH: Yeah, I agree with the disclaimer on Historical fiction. Like The DaVinci Code. Yeah. Nuff said.
DL: Oh seriously. Can I just say one thing about the DaVinci code?
TSH: Ohhh okay. You may.
DL: The Dead Sea Scrolls say nothing about Jesus!!!!!!! The end.
TSH: Heh. never read them
DL: Well, if you ever do, keep that in mind
TSH: The European Union? TSH: Tucked-in t-shirts?
DL: No idea what the European Union is. Oh wait... changing to Euros?
TSH: No
DL: Then no idea
TSH: Wikipedia.org--my hero
DL: love Wikipedia. But right now is about current opinions. Not doing research to form opinions
DL: Tucked in anything that isn't a sunday shirt on a guy.... ick
And then Katria needed her computer back. Thank you, The Sleepless Hoosier... for making my last few days so much fun.
And then Katria needed her computer back. Thank you, The Sleepless Hoosier... for making my last few days so much fun.
Musings, 1
I think Pandora should have more of an option than "I like it" and "I don't like it." For example, "From My Front Porch Looking In" by Lonestar just came on. It's one of my all time favorite songs. I wish it would play more often. So, instead of just a Thumbs up where it will be sure to play it again... someday... I want a 5-stars, This Is the Greatest Song Ever, kind of option.
This reminds me, if I mark something as 5-stars in iTunes, will it play more often when put on random? Because it seems to me like I rarely hear my 5-stars in a random shuffle. But other songs that are more like 3 stars I hear all the time. Why do some songs get played all the time? Is it based on what was played most recently? Least "Number of Times Played"?
This reminds me, if I mark something as 5-stars in iTunes, will it play more often when put on random? Because it seems to me like I rarely hear my 5-stars in a random shuffle. But other songs that are more like 3 stars I hear all the time. Why do some songs get played all the time? Is it based on what was played most recently? Least "Number of Times Played"?
The Dating Game, 5
Dear bismark ~
Our conversation today inspired this post. Even though you weren't complaining about the stuff I'm griping about.
~ Dragon Lady
I often hear guys comment on how glad they are that they are not girls. In fact, after being married for awhile, Brother Sr. once told my mom, "Mom, thank you for getting my plumbing right." (She did set him straight that it was Dad that got his plumbing right... but no matter.) I mean, girls have their periods (I will forever love my male cousin who was adamant that girls are stronger than boys, "There's no way I could bleed that much once a month and still function properly!"), we have PMS, we're emotional, we can't make up our minds, we have to spend an hour showering and doing our hair, we have to deal with dresses, nylons and makeup. We have to shave our legs and armpits. We have to look pretty all the time. Estrogen. Child birth!!! We can't do anything alone (i.e., camping, walking in the dark, stopping to help someone who is broken down on the side of the road). How often do I hear guys shout praises to the heavens that they are not female.
Well guys, if life is so great as a male, then you shouldn't complain so much for having one responsibility that girls don't have. Why must guys complain that they're always the one to ask out on dates, the ones to make phone calls, the ones to plan dates? I think it's more than fair that you guys get that in exchange for all the things that make you so grateful to be male. Seriously, if being female is so awful, I think we should at least get the consolation that we don't have to ask/plan dates, nor call boys if we don't want to.
Our conversation today inspired this post. Even though you weren't complaining about the stuff I'm griping about.
~ Dragon Lady
I often hear guys comment on how glad they are that they are not girls. In fact, after being married for awhile, Brother Sr. once told my mom, "Mom, thank you for getting my plumbing right." (She did set him straight that it was Dad that got his plumbing right... but no matter.) I mean, girls have their periods (I will forever love my male cousin who was adamant that girls are stronger than boys, "There's no way I could bleed that much once a month and still function properly!"), we have PMS, we're emotional, we can't make up our minds, we have to spend an hour showering and doing our hair, we have to deal with dresses, nylons and makeup. We have to shave our legs and armpits. We have to look pretty all the time. Estrogen. Child birth!!! We can't do anything alone (i.e., camping, walking in the dark, stopping to help someone who is broken down on the side of the road). How often do I hear guys shout praises to the heavens that they are not female.
Well guys, if life is so great as a male, then you shouldn't complain so much for having one responsibility that girls don't have. Why must guys complain that they're always the one to ask out on dates, the ones to make phone calls, the ones to plan dates? I think it's more than fair that you guys get that in exchange for all the things that make you so grateful to be male. Seriously, if being female is so awful, I think we should at least get the consolation that we don't have to ask/plan dates, nor call boys if we don't want to.
Murphey's Law
This morning I decided my nylons had lost too much elasticity... they would bunch up around my ankles during the day. Thus, I decided, it was time to pull out a new pair.
I got out of my car when I got to work and promptly slipped on a patch of black ice. My skirt and nylons now have black spots all up my right leg.
Miraculously, although my knee is now all torn up, my nylons have suffered no lasting damage. But, of course, it still had to happen to a brand new pair of nylons.
I got out of my car when I got to work and promptly slipped on a patch of black ice. My skirt and nylons now have black spots all up my right leg.
Miraculously, although my knee is now all torn up, my nylons have suffered no lasting damage. But, of course, it still had to happen to a brand new pair of nylons.
The Dating Game, 4
In the CES Fireside last night, Elder Tingey commissioned guys everywhere to take the responsibility to ask girls on dates.
Amen and amen. Bless you, Elder Tingey.
Amen and amen. Bless you, Elder Tingey.
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