What do you think the sex(es) of the twins will be?

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

two funny things

1. When we were laying in bed this morning, we all of a sudden heard a clicking sound. We were lazy and didn't want to get up, but the sound persisted. Dan finally got out of bed and went into the other room. Then he yelled up at me (because our bed is a loft bed), "Honey, you can't leave your computer open! Kitty is typing hebrew on it." Turns out Pumpkin was laying on the laptop and had somehow opened up the Hebrew language application on Word and was typing away. There's a catch though. I didn't leave my computer open. It was Dan's. This brings me to story number 2, which happened less than thirty minutes later.

2. Dan asked, "Honey, did you happen to throw some dirty clothes into the hamper? There are some dirty clothes in here." Seems normal, but we did laundry on Saturday and still haven't put the clean clothes away. They've been folded up in our hamper and the dirty clothes have been gathering next to it on the floor. Anyway, I said, "I don't think so. Were they my clothes?" to which he smiled sheepishly and said, "Well, no. They're mine. I just thought maybe you put them in there."

Wrongfully accused twice! But I kind of like being wrongfully accused because when I'm exculpated, I think I come off looking a little better...

(Dan's looking curiously over my shoulder as I write this).

Monday, September 22, 2008

washing the dishes to wash the dishes

Sometimes when I have a sink full of dishes, like I do right now, I think about a book I once read while I was a student at the University of Utah called "The Miracle of Mindfulness." It was written by a buddhist monk named Thich Nhat Hahn.

He said, "While washing the dishes one should only be washing the dishes, which means that while washing the dishes one should be completely aware of the fact that one is washing the dishes. At first glance, that might seem a little silly: why put so much stress on a simple thing? But that's precisely the point. The fact that I am standing there and washing these bowls is a wondrous reality. I'm being completely myself, following my breath, conscious of my presence, and conscious of my thoughts and actions. There's no way I can be tossed around mindlessly like a bottle slapped here and there on the waves."

Okay, okay, I'm ready to wash the dishes now.

Sunday, September 21, 2008

roller disco

This video really makes me miss Saturday night disco skating at Classic. Those were the days.

Saturday, September 20, 2008

why i love my job

One of the best things about my job is that I encounter a lot of crazy people. There's the guy who answers "mediocre" every time you ask how he's doing, the guy we've labeled "walkie-talkie" because he's crazy and talks to himself and to cover it up he pretends to be talking on a cell phone (our suspicions were confirmed when we saw him drop his cell phone one time and he just kept on talking while he bent over to pick it up), the lady who smells like poo and the lady with the mustache and all the Russian ladies who for some reason always think I'm Russian and just start speaking to me in Russian (the only Russian I can say back to them is das vidanya (thanks, Alicen) which means goodbye or go away or something).

So the other day this lady comes through my line with a sandwich and says to me in heavily accented English, "If theese is not kosher I will throw up." I ring up the sandwich and hand it back to her. She then proceeds to unwrap it and sniff every inch of it, right up next to her nose. The sniffing lasts about a minute. Finally, she takes a bite, says, "good" and walks off. Maybe you had to be there, but honestly, it is little moments like this that make me so happy I work at a grocery store.

Friday, September 12, 2008

laissez-faire writing

I just got this beautiful book in the mail.

It's full of "writing fixations" from various authors, five of whom I've had the great fortune of working with: Michael Martone, Melanie Rae Thon, David Haynes, Karen Brennan and Robin Hemley. It also has great illustrations.

Karen Brennan's excerpt really reminded me of the way I do things as a writer, for better or worse:

"I don't know if I'm a rule o' thumb kind of gal. I'm not that OCD. I don't arrange the pens on my desk in a pattern, nor do I have the need to wear a special bathrobe before embarking on the creative journey in front of my computer. And when it comes to the work itself, I am a little laissez-faire: You write, it either sucks or thrills you, you can either work on it or not. I take a lot of naps.

Nevertheless, I have managed to plumb my shallows for a rule o' thumb, which is this: Write for pleasure, your own. When it (the work, the page, the words) stops delivering - when the muscles go slack at the jaw, when the eyes wander to the window of dull sky, when the mouth craves chocolate - put it aside. And if, when you return, the whole enterprise seems like just too much drudgery and pain, that's all the sign I need to abandon the thing and move on to something more nourishing, like a trip to the mall.

This is, of course, counter to everything I've been taught about success and Americanism. It is the lazy girl way - it reveals my poor character. And also, p.s., it doesn't work at the gym."

Thursday, September 11, 2008

here comes the catman

I'm going to brag for a minute about my brother Jonny. He pitched his show (Here Comes the Catman) to Cartoon Network yesterday and they loved it. They're having him make a pilot.

When Thurop was leaving work yesterday, the head of the studio ran out of a meeting and onto the street to tell him how amazing Jonny's show was and asked if there are any other Van Ormans that want to pitch a show. I guess I better brush up on my art skills...

Congratulations, Jonny!

(Oh, and rumor has it that the characters say "guysies" and "woowie". Gotta love the Ellen Van Ormanisms.)

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

how i spent the afternoon...

i made these dark chocolate cupcakes. thanks to kate for the recipe.

so today i was talking to my coworker, kevin, and he told me he went out to dinner last night and it reminded him of me. when i asked why he thought of me, he said, "you know, eating food - i just thought of you." i really love that people think of me when they think about eating food.