I had a great talk with an old friend last night (old because we've been friends since we were cubs, not because we're old. Just wanted to be clear on that...). She reminded me of some important stuff. So today, a list:
What I love about Saturday.
-"Wait, Wait, Don't Tell Me" on NPR while I mop
-A clean house. Mmmmmm....a clean house.
-The temple.
-A good, hard workout.
-Not getting showered and dressed until 3 in the afternoon, and not because I was lazy.
-Garrison Keillor on "Prairie Home Companion". I laugh a lot on Saturdays.
-Having a soundtrack to accompany me most of the day. I need music.
That's it, but that's a lot. So I'll be happy.
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Just some stuff I've been thinking about
If my job consisted of preparing and presenting storytimes all the time, it would be a very fun job. My job isn't supposed to consist of that at all, and when the ox is in the mire, and I must dig in and pull it out, it causes issues in my other duties. But it's so fun to sing songs and read stories and play with the munchkins. I totally could do that way, way more often.
So, there are a lot of things that people do that make me wonder, and this one is of the totally meaningless fluff variety, but I've gotta put it out there. I've noticed this wedding anouncement trend in the last many years that I don't get. In the interest of full disclosure, let me say this. I tend to be the kind of person who thinks that a wedding should be a very personal, intimate event between a man and a woman, and should be witnessed and celebrated by a small group of very close friends and family. And when you send those folks an invitation, they probably don't need a picture of you. I would be unlikely to send any picture in an anouncement. But these photo announcements that have 3 or 4 little pictures of the couple--I find those a little weird, too. Usually I'll bite my tongue and not mention it to anyone else. However, when the couple appears in different outfits for each of the 3 or 4 pictures on the photo announcement, well, I can't keep it in any longer. What is the point of that? Am I supposed to believe that these photos represent a cross section of moments from your courtship? It's clear that these are posed photos, taken on the same occasion--namely a shoot with your photographer--so why the costume change? Couldn't narrow down to just one favorite ensemble? It kind of reminds me of those quirky little four year olds going through the "wear everything I own all at once" phase, the one who comes out in the morning with her sunday dress, two pairs of tights, a long sleeve t-shirt, a button down and a sweater topped off with winter hat and mittens. Three pictures is questionable folks. Three pictures with three costume changes-that's just overkill.
Update: just saw another one of the wardrobe change announcements. This one had another twist. The bride's face is almost never facing the camera. There's probably five photos, and you can only see her eyes in 1 or 2. Hmmmmm.
The world that God created is utterly beautiful. I don't know why I get so caught up in the work of our hands that I don't enjoy the work of His. I went hiking in Rock Canyon Friday, and it was a beautiful day. The leaves are starting to turn, and I just wanted to cry because I was so happy to be quiet in the trees listening to the water running and feeling God's love for me so purely. On the way, there were three deer in an empty lot down in the riverwoods munching on grass. They had fuzzy antlers. I knew it was going to be a good day.
What part, exactly, of Cheetos is made with "real cheese"? And how do they disguise it so well?
I have spent three years looking for a brown skirt. I fully realize that such a thing even making the list of long-term problems in my life is an indication of how blessed I am. I'm just saying, a brown skirt should not be a three-year odyssey. First of all, there aren't that many brown skirts out there. Black, always available in a myriad of styles, price points, sizes. Gray, you're all good there too. Even white or navy, in the summer you'll find a plethora of possibilities. But brown? Not so much. And when I do find a brown skirt, there is always something wrong. They are always made for women 5'6" or under. And even brands that carry tall sizes rarely make brown skirts in tall sizes. And hems tend to be an inch and a half deep at the most, which means taking the hem down isn't an option.
Then, when you think you've found the holy grail, some dumb designer somewhere takes a perfectly good brown skirt and hot glues some sequins or ribbons or some other stupid embellishment that makes an otherwise serviceable garment unwearable. Aaaargh. All I want is a cute, wearable, brown wool skirt that won't turn into a mid-thigh disaster when I sit down at church. Is that asking too much?
As long as we're talking fashion, I can't wait for skinny jeans to just go away. And I hope I'm dead the next time they trend.
I think I have a very persistent poltergeist. First, I thought we were haunted at work. All the computer problems, the always freezing corner of the basement, an odd scent of cigarette smoke that lingered in the IT room sometimes. I was sure we'd disturbed some ancient tobacco smoking spirits with the whole south wing renovation. Then I thought my house was haunted. Weird noises, strange dreams, a sense that someone was waking me up in the middle of the night, then finding no one there. Kind of weird. But now, I swear, it's haunting my car. Every other time I get in my car, my mirrors are jacked up. It's probably just my clumsiness. I run into things all the time, so maybe I'm bumping them and just not noticing. Maybe it's the same problem as the mysterious bruises that I always have and never know how I got. But it's starting to freak me out. If I get in my car tonight and the rearview is funky, well, I'm going to be a little upset.
So, there are a lot of things that people do that make me wonder, and this one is of the totally meaningless fluff variety, but I've gotta put it out there. I've noticed this wedding anouncement trend in the last many years that I don't get. In the interest of full disclosure, let me say this. I tend to be the kind of person who thinks that a wedding should be a very personal, intimate event between a man and a woman, and should be witnessed and celebrated by a small group of very close friends and family. And when you send those folks an invitation, they probably don't need a picture of you. I would be unlikely to send any picture in an anouncement. But these photo announcements that have 3 or 4 little pictures of the couple--I find those a little weird, too. Usually I'll bite my tongue and not mention it to anyone else. However, when the couple appears in different outfits for each of the 3 or 4 pictures on the photo announcement, well, I can't keep it in any longer. What is the point of that? Am I supposed to believe that these photos represent a cross section of moments from your courtship? It's clear that these are posed photos, taken on the same occasion--namely a shoot with your photographer--so why the costume change? Couldn't narrow down to just one favorite ensemble? It kind of reminds me of those quirky little four year olds going through the "wear everything I own all at once" phase, the one who comes out in the morning with her sunday dress, two pairs of tights, a long sleeve t-shirt, a button down and a sweater topped off with winter hat and mittens. Three pictures is questionable folks. Three pictures with three costume changes-that's just overkill.
Update: just saw another one of the wardrobe change announcements. This one had another twist. The bride's face is almost never facing the camera. There's probably five photos, and you can only see her eyes in 1 or 2. Hmmmmm.
The world that God created is utterly beautiful. I don't know why I get so caught up in the work of our hands that I don't enjoy the work of His. I went hiking in Rock Canyon Friday, and it was a beautiful day. The leaves are starting to turn, and I just wanted to cry because I was so happy to be quiet in the trees listening to the water running and feeling God's love for me so purely. On the way, there were three deer in an empty lot down in the riverwoods munching on grass. They had fuzzy antlers. I knew it was going to be a good day.
What part, exactly, of Cheetos is made with "real cheese"? And how do they disguise it so well?
I have spent three years looking for a brown skirt. I fully realize that such a thing even making the list of long-term problems in my life is an indication of how blessed I am. I'm just saying, a brown skirt should not be a three-year odyssey. First of all, there aren't that many brown skirts out there. Black, always available in a myriad of styles, price points, sizes. Gray, you're all good there too. Even white or navy, in the summer you'll find a plethora of possibilities. But brown? Not so much. And when I do find a brown skirt, there is always something wrong. They are always made for women 5'6" or under. And even brands that carry tall sizes rarely make brown skirts in tall sizes. And hems tend to be an inch and a half deep at the most, which means taking the hem down isn't an option.
Then, when you think you've found the holy grail, some dumb designer somewhere takes a perfectly good brown skirt and hot glues some sequins or ribbons or some other stupid embellishment that makes an otherwise serviceable garment unwearable. Aaaargh. All I want is a cute, wearable, brown wool skirt that won't turn into a mid-thigh disaster when I sit down at church. Is that asking too much?
As long as we're talking fashion, I can't wait for skinny jeans to just go away. And I hope I'm dead the next time they trend.
I think I have a very persistent poltergeist. First, I thought we were haunted at work. All the computer problems, the always freezing corner of the basement, an odd scent of cigarette smoke that lingered in the IT room sometimes. I was sure we'd disturbed some ancient tobacco smoking spirits with the whole south wing renovation. Then I thought my house was haunted. Weird noises, strange dreams, a sense that someone was waking me up in the middle of the night, then finding no one there. Kind of weird. But now, I swear, it's haunting my car. Every other time I get in my car, my mirrors are jacked up. It's probably just my clumsiness. I run into things all the time, so maybe I'm bumping them and just not noticing. Maybe it's the same problem as the mysterious bruises that I always have and never know how I got. But it's starting to freak me out. If I get in my car tonight and the rearview is funky, well, I'm going to be a little upset.
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