which popular movie star does my radio remind you of?
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Tuesday, April 08, 2008
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
The Mobile
looky here. I used my old phone to take a picture of my new phone and then sent the picture from my old phone to my new phone and from my new phone I sent it to my e-mail and THEN it made it to my blog. Really, these things can get complicated.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Mom practice
It's 11:30.
That's really no time to write a 17 paragraph paper with/for my little sister on Romeo and Juliet. It kinda makes me want to practice being a terrible procrastinator -- that is, practice being organized. The real test will be when I start school again....something that hasn't happened to me in about 5 years. That's kind of intimidating.
Kind of like dating. In dating I'm all about being myself, but usually that's rather un-entertaining. Well, to me, no. I love myself! Unfortunately, not everyone esteems me as I do. And that's okay. Or life really would be boring. I like being true to myself, and changing, even momentarily, is unfamiliar and unwanted.
For example, I have never been one to take risks--be it risks of any kind, even ones that aren't risky. Like refusing to make certain noises when requested. First off, that's too much on-the-spot pressure. Second, it's often unimpressive to he that requests it, so why do it? Is he maybe just seeing how easily pressured I can be? lame.
Otherwise there's things like singing or dancing or playing certain Wii sports that unnerve me in the presence of certain others, and I don't take the risk. The risk of revealing what I know to be...quite contentedly unrevealed. I'm not trying to hide anything. I just like helping others.
One day I'll get married. I do believe that will be a helpful thing for the lucky man.
After that, on other days, new arrivals change a lot of things, ready or not. I imagine having kids can't really be compared to dating, but being myself will one day not be esteemed as cool by them either. There's a good chance I won't change a whole lot anyway. Making funny noises--that will increase. My children will see the real me, ready or not.
In this scattered thought process, what I'm really trying to say is, I'm glad I'm not married yet. I think. Yeah, that sounds good.
That's really no time to write a 17 paragraph paper with/for my little sister on Romeo and Juliet. It kinda makes me want to practice being a terrible procrastinator -- that is, practice being organized. The real test will be when I start school again....something that hasn't happened to me in about 5 years. That's kind of intimidating.
Kind of like dating. In dating I'm all about being myself, but usually that's rather un-entertaining. Well, to me, no. I love myself! Unfortunately, not everyone esteems me as I do. And that's okay. Or life really would be boring. I like being true to myself, and changing, even momentarily, is unfamiliar and unwanted.
For example, I have never been one to take risks--be it risks of any kind, even ones that aren't risky. Like refusing to make certain noises when requested. First off, that's too much on-the-spot pressure. Second, it's often unimpressive to he that requests it, so why do it? Is he maybe just seeing how easily pressured I can be? lame.
Otherwise there's things like singing or dancing or playing certain Wii sports that unnerve me in the presence of certain others, and I don't take the risk. The risk of revealing what I know to be...quite contentedly unrevealed. I'm not trying to hide anything. I just like helping others.
One day I'll get married. I do believe that will be a helpful thing for the lucky man.
After that, on other days, new arrivals change a lot of things, ready or not. I imagine having kids can't really be compared to dating, but being myself will one day not be esteemed as cool by them either. There's a good chance I won't change a whole lot anyway. Making funny noises--that will increase. My children will see the real me, ready or not.
In this scattered thought process, what I'm really trying to say is, I'm glad I'm not married yet. I think. Yeah, that sounds good.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Why did the Chicken...
I put a chicken pot pie (the boxed, generally scary and fattening kind) in the 400 degree oven. I forgot to set the timer. Looking at the box to review the cooking instructions, I noticed the list of ingredients was as long as the box is square...
Upon reading I came across the following:
"Cooked chicken (chicken meat, chicken, water, salt, sodium tripolyphosphate), carrots, potat--"
Hang on.
My brain caught up to my eyes and redirected them to the sub-ingredients of this so called 'cooked chicken.' Can you notice and/or answer the question I then asked myself?
"What's the difference between chicken meat and chicken?"
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Upon reading I came across the following:
"Cooked chicken (chicken meat, chicken, water, salt, sodium tripolyphosphate), carrots, potat--"
Hang on.
My brain caught up to my eyes and redirected them to the sub-ingredients of this so called 'cooked chicken.' Can you notice and/or answer the question I then asked myself?
"What's the difference between chicken meat and chicken?"
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Monday, March 17, 2008
Sunday, March 09, 2008
Adjusting
When you're a substitute school bus driver, every bus you get in needs adjusting so that you can safely drive and understand what you're looking at in the mirrors. I get in the buses and always try to drop the seat down, even though that makes it seem like I could drive better with my knees it makes it possible to see out the windows...which is significantly important, especially to see stop lights and other such pretty things to look at.
And anyway, so it goes in each fancy bus. Then I sink back into my tiny Saturn and into the insignificant world of normal drivers. If you've served a mission, it's that same feeling you get when nobody looks at you anymore because you're no longer wearing a little black tag...a fresh feeling in my personal corner of Provo. Now it's back to getting used to people staring at me because I'm so unnaturally tall. And in three weeks more I'll have the smile-covered comments iced with worry on my marital status to endure til the end.
People expect so much normalcy normality? normalness? and one ceases never to adjust the seat of their pants to view the world like everyone else is used to. What I need to incorporate into me is the capacity to accept a peek into the view of where someone else is pointed and judge whether it's better than what I'm used to seeing. Then all I do is adjust and keep driving, large and important, and kinda yellow. Yeah, that kind of describes me, doesn't it?
And anyway, so it goes in each fancy bus. Then I sink back into my tiny Saturn and into the insignificant world of normal drivers. If you've served a mission, it's that same feeling you get when nobody looks at you anymore because you're no longer wearing a little black tag...a fresh feeling in my personal corner of Provo. Now it's back to getting used to people staring at me because I'm so unnaturally tall. And in three weeks more I'll have the smile-covered comments iced with worry on my marital status to endure til the end.
People expect so much normalcy normality? normalness? and one ceases never to adjust the seat of their pants to view the world like everyone else is used to. What I need to incorporate into me is the capacity to accept a peek into the view of where someone else is pointed and judge whether it's better than what I'm used to seeing. Then all I do is adjust and keep driving, large and important, and kinda yellow. Yeah, that kind of describes me, doesn't it?
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