Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Roo: Maybe we could get another dog.
Annie: No! No, absolutely not! Not in a million billion years. If I get any more wretched dog hair in this house my head will explode! It’s already too crowd
ed in here! It’s impossible. Totally impossible. No! (she throws a nearby plate on the ground to emphasize her point and bolster her argument.)
Roo: (nods) Yeah. So…I guess there is this little corgi dog who was abused and they left him outside for long periods of time and his little ears don’t stand
up because he was abused. I guess he’s really cute and desperate and lonely. And I heard the people who have him now can’t keep him and they might have to send him to the animal shelter where he’ll probably die because no one will want a corgi with allergies and floppy ears.
Annie: (in between sobbing) We’ll take him! Please just let us take him! I don’t care about floppy ears! I love floppy ears…(it went on like this for some time.)
Roo: Good. Cause I told them we would tonight.
So we ended up with Chase—the floppy eared corgi with food allergies and a tiny head. Though our little apartment is more like a zoo than anything else, we love all of our pets!
While Lando can be characterized as stubborn, mischievous,
and demanding, Chase is submissive, sweet, and obedient.
And if you were wondering—No, Chase is not a Star Wars character. His evil original abusive owners named him that. But he is not a puppy anymore, so we didn’t want to upset his unstable world any more by changing his name on him. We’ve just had to come up with a few creative nicknames such as:
CHASE OF BASE
and my personal favorite:
(For those of you who have your concerns, let me reassure you by saying: we plan on having the next addition to our family be of the human variety.)
Monday, December 8, 2008
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Saturday: On Friday, we were introduced to a small culinary gem—a little diner called the Left Fork Grill. Our lunch schnitzel was so good on Friday, we went back for more lunch schnitzel on Saturday. While enjoying our yummy, fresh, homemade food, we conversed:
Roo: Who do you think would win—Courtney Love or Gollum?
(this is a game we like to play, pitting comparable people against one another to determine who would win in an all out fight, and who is overall superior. It re
Roo: Let’s ask Jordan. (my brother, an expert at this type of analysis)
Jordan (via text): Love definitely has the advantage of intimidating looks. I think if she uses some of her lyrics from Hole Songs, she is almost unstoppable.
The girl at the check out stand tried to ignore my incessant giggling during the transaction.
That night, my whole family came over to watch the BYU game. We surprised them all with the Christmas sweaters and the Christmas spirit was not to be suppressed the rest of the night…until the game started and BYU totally stunk. No amount of crocheted reindeer could stave off the blunt agony of that game.
“Well,” we all said, “at least we have a concert to go to after this!”
Thankfully, we had Coldplay at the Energy Solutions Arena to rock away our troubles. The whole family—mom, dad, three brothers and their three wives, a wife’s brother, Roo, and me all caravanned over to hear our favorite, long awaited concert event of the year.
In 2003 I saw them at Saltair (which is totally haunted, but I was on the second row so the awesomeness of that outweighed the creepiness of the venue). Then I converted the rest of the family and we all saw them in Vegas is 2006. I am grateful for the tradition we started because this time was completely amazing, fantastic, phenomenal!
And with that the weekend came full circle—it started out rockin’ in the basement and it ended rockin’ in the arena…as all weekends were meant to end.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Three-dimensional electromagnetic holographic imaging in offshore petroleum exploration.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Friday, November 7, 2008
1. Sandwiches make me nervous. When I eat one, I prefer to separate each entity (meat, cheese, lettuce etc.) and eat it separately. Sandwich form is far too unpredictable--stuff starts falling out of the bread right as you are about to bite it, plus you never know what you're going to get in each bite. Some people call that variety...I call it chaos. This principle also applies to wraps and hamburgers. You eat a hamburger--I eat a patty, then some lettuce, then a tomato, and finish off with the bun.
2. I almost always save my favorite outfit for Friday.
3. I cannot do a layup or touch my toes by bending over. I'm grouping those together under the quirk-heading: Athletic Prowess hates me.
4. Every number, letter, and shape has its own color in my mind. For example: the letter A is red, circles are blue, and 47 is lime green whenever I think about them.
5. I don't like eating ice cream in a bowl. It has to be in a cup with milk poured over it.
6. I can't count in my head. Whenever I am adding or subtracting, I have to count out-loud and use my fingers.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
This is my panhandling gargoyle. (He looks like he's begging for money. And now that I think about it, homelessness and poverty are really scary things, so this jack-o-lantern is not only festive, it is also pricking our consciences with a very poignant social statement. And that's what Halloween is all about...)
Thursday, October 16, 2008
I got tagged - or at least I think I did. If there were a category of worst fears on this list, one of mine would be that the person who tagged me actually had a different friend named Annie whose business she wanted to know. I guess I'll tell you anyway...and to heck with other Annie!
Ten years ago I:
- Was listening to Oasis on my discman and doing jigsaw puzzles like they were going out of style...oh wait, they were never in style.
- Never imagined I'd be married in six years.
- made a collage on my closet door of all the places I wanted to visit
- read my favorite book, David Copperfield, for the first time.
- was ready for it to be ten years later.
Five things on today's to-do list:
- Endure until 5 pm.
- Attempt to make vegetable soup
- watch Schindler's List. I've been putting it off far too long.
- vacuum up all the dog hair.
- Read scriptures without losing concentration or consciousness.
Five snacks I enjoy:
- Big Hunk
- Chow Mein Noodles
- Granny Wright's homemade French Bread
- Fortune Cookies - they are yummy and informative.
- Filet Mignon - They should sell it in vending machines for easier snacking.
Five places I have lived:
- Pleasant Grove
- Ridgecrest, CA (i.e. just west of Hell)
- Pleasant Grove again
- Taylorsville, UT
Five jobs I have had:
- Pleasant Grove Library - I shelved the books.
- The BYU Creamery...don't remind me.
- Harold B. Lee Library (BYU) - I shelved the books. again.
- Saturn of Orem Service Cashier
- Administrative Assistant for a backpack company
Five pet peeves:
- Phoniness and insincerity in myself and others
- cruelty to animals in any form
- Politicians (see: Phoniness and insincerity)
- ethnic slurs and dirty jokes
- Not knowing the whole story
Five things that bring me joy:
- Going somewhere I've never been before
- quoting movies with the family and laughing really hard
- really good stories and nicely arranged words.
- trees - I just think they are beautiful.
- Believing in God.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
The Peter Whitmer Farm - Fayette, NY.
A pretty graveyard overlooking Lake Seneca.
Watkins Glen - J.R.R Tolkien, eat your heart out!
We drove 4 hours to Kirtland. I love walking through graveyards, so we found ourselves in yet another here in Kirtland.
The Whitney store where Joseph Smith lived and worked. And where the senior couple missionaries treated us like their own children.
Corbett Glen - a lovely little walk we went on with Knox, Kristin, and Mary after going to the farmer's market.
The Sacred Grove.
Joseph Smith's cabin.
The Palmyra Temple.
The exact spot where we ran into Elder Bednar. He was very nice.
The Grandin Press in downtown Palmyra.
Me on top of a bench on top of the Hill Cumorah.
On the Maid of the Mist - the boat ride below Niagara Falls.
Feeling the love above Niagara Falls.
There was never a more picturesque Autumn! We ate homemade donuts and cider, went to the pumpkin patch, drove on beautiful country roads, and played never-ending rounds of Phase 10. Thanks Spencer & Kristin!
Saturday, October 4, 2008
There is really no more effective way of celebrating our western American heritage than by wearing period clothing and selling homemade handicrafts over the weekend. Knowing this, Roo planned a fun and educational weekend outing for us. (He agreed to tell me what it was only on the condition that once I found out, I absolutely had to go.) Who could say no to the Mountain Man Rendezvous and Black Powder Fun Shoot?!
Obviously, the ideal place for a Mountain Man Rendezvous and Black Powder Fun Shoot is Tooele, Utah--there's not much else going on to distract the masses. We know this for a fact because we drove through most of the town trying to find the dang rendezvous. Thankfully, we followed the example of our mountain men ancestors and we did not give up and go home. We followed the pick-up trucks and soon Tee-pees appeared on the horizon.
It is clear that those enjoying themselves the most are the people who came prepared--they are wearing holsters, feathers, and dead animals over their jeans and Lake Powell T-shirts. These are usually the folks selling their wares in the tents set up throughout the park. Unfortunately, Roo left his chaps in the car, and my pantaloons were at the dry cleaners.
It's best to keep your animals away from the Mountain Man Rendezvous. We brought Lando, but he was scared the whole time. He cowered in the corner and panted really hard. Then I figured out why--apparently, real mountain men kill Corgis and turn them into leather man-purses to store their chewing tobacco and buffalo chips. This man is wearing the last Corgi to come to the rendezvous. Poor Lando.
I bought this necklace from a squaw. She told me it was real glass from the 1920's. I suspect she stole it off a dead pioneer and would have offered the scalp at a bargain if I bought one more necklace.
(Okay, the squaw was acutally a 13 year old white girl dressed like an indian. Still, the magic is in the pretense...I'm sure this guy would agree. I had to be careful taking his picture. Rendezvous folk are might wary of modern apparatuses like cameras...and Nikes.
Saturday, September 27, 2008
You Are An ISTP
You are calm and collected, even in the most difficult of situations.
A person of action and self-direction, you love being independent.
You seem impulsive, surprising, and unpredictable to outsiders.
You are good at understanding how all things work, except for people.
In love, you tend to be very easy going and flexible.
The only thing you can't stand for is someone trying to change you or your life.
At work, you can stay completely calm under pressure. You handle stress well.
You would make an excellent pilot, forensic pathologist, or athlete.
How you see yourself: Logical, flexible, and unconventional
When other people don't get you, they see you as: Indecisive, flippant, and disrespectful
Friday, September 26, 2008
You Are An INFJ
You live your life with integrity, originality, vision, and creativity.
Independent and stubborn, you rarely stray from your vision - no matter what it is.
You are an excellent listener with almost infinite patience.
You have complex feelings, and you take great care to express them.
In love, you see relationships as an opportunity to connect and grow.
You enjoy relationships when they are improving and changing. You can't stand stagnation.
At work, you stay motivated and happy... as long as you are working toward a dream you support.
You would make a great photographer, alternative medicine guru, or teacher.
How you see yourself: Hardworking, ethical, and helpful
When other people don't get you, they see you as: Manipulative, weak, and unstable