Monday, December 31, 2007
Sunday, December 30, 2007
Dan and I were driving in Zeus (Dan's dad's mythic car) to San Francisco for our honeymoon. Just past Reno we hit a huge snowstorm and it took us almost a day to get from Reno to S.F. But we didn't care. Because we had each other. And the Da Vinci Code. We read aloud as we drove (the person in the passenger seat being the reader and the driver being the primary listener). We scoffed. We baffled. We laughed (mostly at the incredibly stupid questions Sophie's character would ask). We finished the book somewhere around Provo on our way home from L.A. (because after our honeymoon we decided we weren't ready to go home yet so we drove from S.F. to L.A. to visit my brothers). The book sucked, but our honeymoon was amazing!
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Monday, November 12, 2007
Saturday, November 10, 2007
Here are some pictures of the awesomeness. I wish I could put a slideshow on here, but I'm not advanced enough to do that yet. I bet Aimee would know how. Aim?
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Monday, October 29, 2007
Friday, October 26, 2007
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
I recommend you listen to the original version, which is wonderful.
Monday, October 8, 2007
If you want to find out how you can help end the genocide, go to www.savedarfur.org. After the Holocaust, we said "Never again." It's happening again.
Sunday, October 7, 2007
Here's a trailer (don't worry - the film doesn't include the cheesy music and over the top narration that's in the trailer). It's narrated by Nicole Kidman. I love her voice.
When will we stop ignoring Africa?
Saturday, October 6, 2007
I'm kind of baffled by Grandma Moses. Her paintings have a certain charm, but I also think that a lot of her paintings look like they were done by a five-year-old. The faces on all her subjects are just two dots and a little smiley face. She was pretty good with color and evoking a certain era and, bless her heart, she started painting when she was in her late seventies, but I don't know if that warrants her being famous and having a painting in the White House. She doesn't seem to have a clue about perspective. I'd love to hear what others think of her work; you're welcome to offer a rebuttal.
Anyway, we spent all our money seeing the Grandma Moses stuff so we didn't have enough cash to go inside the place I really would have liked to see: Robert Frost's house. Oh well, maybe next time.
Monday, September 24, 2007
As we were standing in front of the White House, this helicopter landed right
in front and a man in a suit got out (we couldn't see whether it was Bush or not).
I think the helicopter is called Marine One?
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Well, look what I just got in my inbox...
Now I'm counting on winning a million dollars on the Lucky Case Game on Deal or No Deal!
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Here's Todd's bio (I don't really understand but kind of love the first line about winning the hearts of everyone at his school after coming out of the closet (especially confusing because he came out of the closet after high school...?)):
Todd Herzog is an openly gay Mormon who came out shortly after high school and won the hearts of everyone at his school. He attended Pleasant Grove High School in Utah and then two years of college at Utah Valley State College. He currently works as a flight attendant. He previously worked as a manager at a movie theater and at a major theme park.
Herzog has previously lived in Seattle, Orlando and Denver. His hobbies include traveling, shopping and drinking coffee. He enjoys surfing, biking and boating. He's allergic to cats, rabbits and shrimp. He describes himself as fantastic, amazing, awesome and super-original. He believes he will do well on SURVIVOR because he claims he is very positive, great at social skills and strategizing, and he's willing to "gather wood and sh*t." He thinks the Spice Girls are the most significant historical event of the past 100 years and is unbelievably stoked that they are going on a reunion tour this winter.
Herzog currently lives in Pleasant Grove, Utah. He has one brother, Tyler, and three sisters, Brandy, Kimmi and Tori. His birth date is January 29, 1985.
Should be interesting. Courtney, I know you'll be watching...
Monday, September 17, 2007
Anyway, back to school always reminds me of my favorite thing about going back to school: school supplies! Even though my semester started more than two months ago, I'm in the mood to buy some pens and paper.
Like every obsessive writer, I'm very particular about my pens. They have to be micro (.5). My favorite right now is the Uni-Ball Vision Exact. Black, always black. I like the thin lines and the little polka dots on the pen.
Dan introduced me to Moleskine notebooks when we met (three years ago!) and I'm convinced that they're a must-have for every writer (actually for every person who has a hand). I can't tell you how many times I've been sitting on the train or walking in the grocery store, etc., when an idea hits me and I'm scavenging for a scrap of paper in my purse to write on (I've written ideas on just about every surface you can possibly imagine). Enter the Moleskine. These little Italian notebooks are brilliant. They're small enough that you can slip one into your pocket or purse and their ultra-durable. I'm going to try out the Daily Planner in 2008.
What are your favorite back to school supplies?
Saturday, September 15, 2007
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Update: It's official - I won the MC2 walking shoes.
Sunday, September 9, 2007
Basically, almost everything is a dollar. www.eyeslipsface.com
I echo Malibu Stacey's great line (from the Simpson's): "Let's go to the store and buy makeup so boys will like us."
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
I'd post something new, but everything I've written lately is half-finished and too scary to post.
This is how you make feijão. This is how you get rid of the ones that are bad and this is the way you wash them. Be sure to wash them very well. Now pour them into the pressure cooker. This is how much water you put in and this is how long you cook them.
“If you don’t baptize her, she’ll go to hell, Flavia. Flavia, are you listening to me? She’s a heathen and you know where heathens go.”
Flavia stared down at the cardboard box with the blue baby inside. “How can she go to hell? She wasn’t ever alive.”
“Listen to me – that baby needs to be baptized before burial or she’ll receive the condemnation of God.” The woman continued, “a few months ago there was a baby that died on our street who was never baptized. That baby screamed from the ground – I’m telling you – he cried every night and all of us could hear it in our houses. I said to my husband, ‘that dead baby is crying out to be baptized – let’s go put him out of his misery.’ So we dug the baby up and baptized him and I tell you – honest truth – he never screamed again. May he rest in peace.”
“No need to wash them if they’re already clean,” Flavia thought.
* * * * *
This is how you know whether the beans are good or not. This is how you make them so your husband likes them. These are the spices that go inside. This is the way you take them off the stove and this is the way you hold a baby at the same time. This is the way you cook them if they’re for someone else and they’re watching to see if you do it right. This is what it looks like if you do it right. This is what it looks like if you do it wrong.
“It never felt like this with the boys.” She patted her stomach. “Boys carry wide – see how my stomach is pointy? They say it’s a girl when your stomach does that. Gordo wants a girl.”
His real name was Nonato, but everyone called him Gordo. Gordo because that’s what he was - rice and beans every day and a cerveja or two, or three, or four to top it off.
* * * * *
This is the way you heat the oil in the pan and make it really hot. This is how much garlic and onions to put in. This is where you really have to pay attention because you don’t want to put in too much garlic and onions. This is how long you cook the onions so they’re transparent but not brown. This is what they taste like if there’s too much garlic. This is what they taste like if there’s not enough garlic. This is what they taste like if you’ve put in just the right amount of garlic.
“She’s dead,” the nursemaid announced.
“Can I see her?” Flavia asked.
The nurse showed them the little girl, blue and perfect. “The cord must have wrapped around her and suffocated her,” the nursemaid said.
* * * * *
Now you add the beans and salt and let it boil. This is where you have to check to see if there is too much water. This is how much longer you should cook it if there’s too much water and you’re waiting for it to evaporate.
They took the dead baby while Flavia was taking a nap and baptized her. They sang hymns and said “Oh Gloria!” as they sprinkled water over her head. No priest, but when a dead baby needs baptizing, you do the best you can.
They christened her “Maria de Jesus Nossa Senhora Santificada dos Santos,” a proper Christian name. Flavia named her Isabel. But Flavia was a heathen.
They placed her back in the cardboard box and sprinkled salt over her body, to protect her from the demons.
* * * * *
This is when you add more salt. This is how you cook the feijão until it’s soft. This is how many people it will feed. This is what your husband will say if he doesn’t like it. This is what to say if he says he doesn’t like it and this is how you tell him what happened. This is what to tell him if he does like it. This is what you sprinkle in so he doesn’t know whether or not he likes it.
Flavia felt the baby go soft inside her. She didn’t want to wake Gordo – didn’t want him to yell at her for it happening. Flavia didn’t do anything to make it happen. The baby was swishing around and struggling like that and then it just went soft. So she laid there in her hammock. She thought about the litter of kittens that were born earlier that week on the street. One was stillborn and Flavia couldn’t help but think that it was the luckiest one – saved from life on the street and saved from one of the horse-carts that would have inevitably run it over.
* * * * *
This is what you do when it’s done. This is how you use it the next day to make little bean cakes. This is how you use it the day after the little bean cakes to make food for the chickens. This is what you do when there are no more beans. This is what you do when you have a little bacon. This is what it tastes like.
Sunday, September 2, 2007
Looks like Obama is my match...
Well, he wasn't at the TOP of the list, but his was the first name I recognized.
While we're on the issue of politics, the missionaries came over last night and told us something kind of funny. They said that Mitt Romney's home teacher (Mitt is in our stake) is part of Mormons Against Romney.
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Monday, August 27, 2007
My Uggs were stolen from the break room at my work a few months ago (which really sucks because only employees know the code to the break room - therefore they were stolen by one of my coworkers). So, I've been saving up and almost have enough to buy some new ones. I'm going to get either the short ones that I used to have or the tall ones (in Chestnut).
Vote at left on your favorite.
Saturday, August 18, 2007
Anyway, here are some pictures from our trip. I'm excluding one from Kennebunkport in which Dan is making an unsavory hand gesture toward the Bush's summer home. It seems we were one week early. On the 25th there will be a protest while the Bush's are vacationing. Dubya will soon surpass all other presidents in one regard: he will have taken more vacation time than any other. He's already used all or part of 418 days of vacation time during his presidency.
Welcome to Kennebunkport
It was good, but probably not worth 16 buckaroos. It was very small.
Just a cool old gas pump