Thursday, February 26, 2009

Argh!

Some people are just so frustrating! How can they be so blind? Sometimes I wish I could just say everything I'm thinking without worrying about how people will take it.
In other news, Hannah has pulled all of her clothes out of the drawers, so now I must go.

Mmmm, Books!

Gotta love giving the baby a kiss on the cheek and coming away with a piece of soggy cardboard in your mouth... because she was eating her book.

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Just So You Know...

A girl I know from high school posted this in a note on Facebook, and I was a little surprised by it. I would just like to share it with you so that maybe we can all try to have a little more understanding for the other side.

"I have always been strongly involved in the GLBTQ community both during college and outside of it. I grew up with an uncle who came out before I was ever born, and my family was always accepting of his lifestyle. His life partner is one of the most amazing men that I have ever met. Their love transcends political boundaries, differences in background, and even Prop 8. Although, they were one of the same sex couples who were officially wed in California, only to have their marriage license revoked a couple months later, they are still optimistic. I could think of no other couple who is more deserving of equal rights than them, and the sad fact of the matter is that there are hundreds of thousands of other couples just like them who have had their rights taken away as well.

All I can hope for is that both Black's and Penn's daring speeches [during the Oscars] made an impression on some of the viewers. One person cannot make all the difference in the world to allow gay marriage in the US, but a single person can create an army around a cause ~ this is when change truly occurs."

Not everyone who supports gay marriage is doing it out of hostility or resentment or evilness or any of the things conservatives sometimes assign to them. You can disagree with them all you want, and you can fight them any way you feel you need to. Just remember--they have feelings too.

Monday, February 23, 2009

Chewing gum is really gross, chewing gum I hate the most.


"Everything in this room is eatable. Even I'm eatable. But that, my dear children, is called cannibalism, and is in fact frowned upon in most societies."

moose song

days are the sunniest
jokes are the funniest
rabbits are the bunnyiest
hives are the honeyest
elephants are the tonniest
troubles - they’re the noneiest
everywhere I go!

straws are the bendiest
time is the spendiest
cards are the sendiest
books are the lendiest
fun is the pretendiest
friends are the friendliest
everwhere I go!

berries are the fruitiest
shoes are the bootiest
puppies are the cutiest
treasure is the lootiest
teams are the rootiest
horns are the tootiest
everywhere I go!

birds are the tweetiest
candy is the sweetiest
socks are the feetiest
tricks are the treatiest
drums are the beatiest
lunch is the eatiest
everywhere I go!

flowers are the smelliest
jams are jelliest
rain’s the umbrelliest
tales are the telliest
wishing is the welliest
buttons are the belliest
everwhere I go!

skies are the bluiest
cows are the mooiest
gum is the chewiest
ghosts are the booiest
goo is the gooeyiest
you can be your youiest
everywhere I go!

Saturday, February 21, 2009

A Thing from Megan's Blog

Fun for you and fun for me... The first five people to respond to this post will get something made by me! My choice. For you.This offer does have some restrictions and limitations:
1- I make no guarantees that you will like what I make!
2- What I create will be just for you.
3- It'll be done this year.
4- You have no clue what it's going to be.
The catch is that you must repost this on your blog and offer the same to the first 5 people who do the same on your blog. The first 5 people to do so and leave a comment telling me they did win a FAB-U-LOUS homemade gift by me! Oh, and be sure to post a picture of what you win when you get it!!!

Black Babies

I'm pretty sure I don't know anyone who's going to be offended by this (and if you are, well, you shouldn't be)... I just have to talk about it for a minute.

Black babies are the freaking cutest. I have always thought so. In fact, when I was a teenager I sometimes
hoped I would marry a black guy just so I could have black babies. This might sound silly, but guys, I am telling you--there is just something about those little guys that makes me absolutely melt.

Take this one, for example. He was one of my babies at the day care in Texas (allow me to clarify--he was my favorite baby at the day care). When I got there, he was kind of the infant room pariah; he cried all the time unless you held him, and none of the other teachers had patience for it. (In their defense, it's ridiculously hard to give babies all the attention they need in a day care even when they're not as needy as he was.) I couldn't stand to just let him cry, though, so I held him. Gradually he became less of a pain, and in the end he was my absolute favorite. We cal
led him Mr. T because of that amazing hair. :) I loved that kid so much and I miss him really bad. But just look at that face! He is so cute!

This one's from the same day care. She wasn't one of my particular favorites, but that's probably because she already had favorite teachers who always played with her. :) Look at her though, isn't she beautiful? This was several years ago so I have no idea what she looks like now, but oh my goodness. She was a gorgeous baby.

Then there's the adopted son of a friend of mine from a long time ago, and I can't even believe how gorgeous this boy is. His little mouth, that adorable hair! He is so cute. There was another baby at the day care that I
don't have a picture of, but he was also amazing. He came to the day care when he was six weeks old. You don't often get to see other people's babies when they're that young (all our other babies were at least three months old) so it was a new thing for me to have such a little one. And there really isn't much to say that's different from what I've said about all the others--he was an adorable baby.

Anyway, basically what I am saying to you is that for no reason I can think of, I have an irrational love for every black baby I've had personal contact with. Since it is obvious now that I won't be marrying a black guy... well, I'm starting to wonder if maybe there's an adoption in our future. It's crazy, I know! They're so expensive, I don't know how we'd ever do it. But I'd be lying if I said I'm not thinking about it.

Friday, February 20, 2009

Um....

Proofreader / model needed (Hamilton)


Reply to: job-1037888177@craigslist.org [?]
Date: 2009-02-16, 10:14PM EST




we are hoping to kill 2 birds with 1 arrow - we are looking for a proofreader/editor who can also be a model for the book cover, if u have some modeling experience or are interested in photo shoot it could work out great. Some interest in history, culture, politics is a plus. Plz send ur resume n a headshot.


(hahahahahahahahaha)

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Airlines are Insane

Ah, how inconvenient air travel has become. It has only been six years since I started flying regularly, and yet I find myself in the "I remember when movie tickets were five cents!" group (of air travel, of course, not movie-going).

We need to buy tickets to Utah for Liz's wedding next month. I'm doing some research right now, and frankly, it is a ridiculous experience. Did you know, for example, that Frontier Airlines no longer serves in-flight snacks or beverages for free unless you fly "Classic Plus," whatever that means? The snacks are available only for purchase to the Economy and Classic fliers. Also checked baggage--unless you fly Classic Plus, your first checked bag is $15 and the second is $25. (Same with American Airlines--and others, I'm sure--and the third, fourth, and fifth bags are $100 each.) All I can say is that it's quite fortunate that this didn't start until 2008, because I never would have been able to fly home for holidays.

What else is ridiculous? Oh, first class tickets. Well, I can't say that I know what first class tickets used to cost, because I've never bought one; but I can say that all comparison aside, I firmly believe it is quite ridiculous for a person to pay $2354.40 for what should be a two hour flight from Dallas to Salt Lake City. That is quite literally ten times the cost of many of my past trips, and let me tell you--first class is not worth it. If you can't suck it up and sit in a regular airplane seat for two hours, well, you deserve to spend that much money.



(P.S.--The thing about movies being 5 cents is a quote from when I worked at the movie theater in high school. It was always my favorite when people got mad at me for the ticket prices, as though I could do something about them.)

Monday, February 16, 2009

Oops.

I have just discovered that this is my 407th post, meaning that I missed both the 300 and the 400 landmarks. I kind of suck. So, I am now trying to decide if this means I will do a slightly-belated commemorative 400th post, or if I will save up for a super-amazing-spectacular 500th. (Wow.) We shall see.
Sometimes I'm a little bit of a punk. :)

Dumb, Dumb, Dumb with a D.

Here is my morning routine: Get to work, feed Hannah breakfast, eat breakfast myself, watch Noggin for half an hour to an hour while we're eating, play with toys, change Hannah's diaper, put her down for a nap, and watch What Not to Wear. Today I put her down for a nap, turn on TLC, and guess what I see. Not What Not to Wear, oh no, but Little People Big World.

All. Day. Long.

I HATE when TLC does this! That stupid show is on all day except for two hours tonight, when Jon & Kate Plus 8 is on from 8 to 10 pm. Now my entire day is ruined.

Okay, not really. But my naptime routine is. Sometimes I read a book while she's asleep, but today I'm too tired to focus that much attention on it. This would be much less annoying if they at least had a DVD player in the living room... but they don't. I've tried hooking it up out here before but couldn't get it to work, so if I want to watch a movie I have to go into the guest room, which is not good because I can't hear Hannah as well in there if she cries, and also that room is freezing and covered in laundry.

So. For now I suppose I will read as much of The English Patient as I can before I fall asleep. We shall see how it goes. And finally, once again I am glad to have a blog where I can rant about useless things.

Sunday, February 15, 2009

Finally!!

Friends, I would like to share with you a post that I have just discovered. It was written by one of my old friends from college, to whom I have not spoken in a long while, and who probably does not know that I even know he has a blog, since I did not until about ten minutes ago. But as I was checking out his blog, I saw this wonderful post, which is one of the classier and more intelligent posts I have read on this subject. This is the kind of attitude our country needs more of. If all you look for is the bad stuff, people, that is all you're going to find. That's just how it is. So Jason--good for you.

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Where dreams become heart attacks...


I am not an arts and crafts type of person.

Well, since I am posting, I trust you've gathered that we did not die by tornado last night. (Thanks for your concern, Anna. :)) In fact, they cancelled the tornado warning pretty much immediately after I posted. The storm was moving so fast that it was already several miles away by just a few minutes after I finished typing. So, that's good news.

The bad news is that now I'm at work and Hannah is in an awful mood today. I'm hoping to put her down for a second nap in about 25 minutes, but she's basically been crying all day and kicking me every time I try to pick her up (because she's reaching for me), and again when I put her down because she was kicking me. So. Who even knows what she hopes to accomplish by this. I'm chalking it up to teething, because she is, and because her parents and I have no idea what else it could be. Although why teething should make her kick me, I can't imagine.

I suppose I should at least make a reference to the title of this post, but there's really not much to say except that as much as I love to do crafty things, I suck at it. This equals a gay situation. That's all.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Scary News

Mike and I were in the garage a few minutes ago and heard the tornado sirens start. We're watching the news right now and it sounds like there's a tornado warning for our county and the one next to us, so that's pretty exciting. I don't know what's going on, but in the last year we've had this happen twice, both times with Mike here, and in the nine years that I was here before I left for BYU I don't ever remember this happening (maybe once). So yeah, good times. :) I'll let you know what happens. Hopefully. :P (jk)

Monday, February 9, 2009

Guantanamo Bay

I was glad when I heard that Obama plans to close Gitmo in a year, and reading Little Brother only made me appreciate it even more. As a Christian, a member of the LDS Church, and generally a thinking person, I believe that there are some things that are wrong no matter what your justification is. Torture is one of those things. (And for the record, calling it "enhanced interrogation" does not disguise what it is. Good try though.) Putting people in prison for indefinite amounts of time with no charge other than that you suspect they are involved with something... well, that sounds a lot like China to me, and not the good parts. Sure, there have been times when I've wished that our legal system was a little less nitpicky--for example, when everyone knows that a person did something but no one can prove it, and so that person goes free--but hey. If that's how we're going to do it on the lower levels, then that's just how we're going to do it, and you don't get to throw the Constitution out the window just because the word "terrorism" is involved. Here's something I got to think about while I read LB: You know what terrorists want? To cause terror. They don't blow up a building because they hate that building. They blow it up to scare people. So if we react by becoming paranoid, taking away people's rights in the name of a "war on terror," and forgetting little things like the Constitution and the Bill of Rights, then the terrorists win. We don't just let them win--we help them. Some war on terror.


I started to respond in a comment on my post, and then realized it was long enough that I should probably just add it to the actual post. So, allow me to expound a little on my opinions.

1) "The order also froze all Guantanamo detainee legal cases pending a three-month review as the Obama administration decides where - or whether - to prosecute the suspects who have been held there for years, most without charges." --CBS News, Huffington Post, NBC Washington News.



2) Torture techniques borrowed from the Chinese and used at Guantanamo Bay: International Herald Tribune

3) On January 31, 2005, Washington federal judge Joyce Hens Green ruled that the Combatant Status Review Tribunals (CSRT) held to confirm the status of the prisoners in Guantánamo as "enemy combatants" were "unconstitutional", and that they were entitled to the rights granted by the Constitution of the United States of America.

On June 12, 2008, the United States Supreme Court ruled in Boumediene v. Bush that the Guantanamo captives were entitled to the protection of the United States Constitution.
--Wikipedia article
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New York Times article

4) Even if I had none of the first three points to make, I would still believe the situation is wrong. "Prisoners of war," "illegal combatants," or whatever--they are human beings. If we believe in the Constitution, then we believe in it, period. We don't have our unalienable rights because we are Americans; we have them because we're human beings. It's just being American that allows us to enforce them.

"You can't live in Dallas without owning a cowboy shirt."

I beg to differ, Elizabeth dear. But that is not the point.
I'm watching What Not to Wear and I recognized the place where they ambushed this girl at the beginning of the episode. It's Main Event, and you can see my family and me there in these pictures. My first clue that she was from Dallas was when they said she had $5000 and I heard her say "I'm going to North Park!" Haha. North Park is a really expensive mall in Dallas that we go to sometimes when we feel like not buying anything. :)

Jack's Big Music Show!

The exchange I just heard on Jack's Big Music Show, a kids' tv show on Noggin:

-Wanna be in our orchestra?
-Sure! What's an orchestra?
-A bunch of people who play music and follow the conductor.
-What's a conductor?
-The guy who stands in front and waves the baton.
-What's a baton?
-A stick.
-What's a--
-Bring your tuba! K bye!

Awesome.

In other news--aka, news which is also awesome--the car is finally fixed! Mike took it in this morning, and in less than half an hour they checked it, let him play with their shop cat, put the sticker on, scraped off the old stickers which I have never been able to get off and have been looking crappy for years, AND filled up all the tires, which we've been needing to do anyway! Mike said they were really nice and helpful this morning, which makes us inclined to be forgiving about the whole State Inspection Fiasco of last week. (This would not be the case if they hadn't also been nice even while they were sucking.)

Anyway. The moral of the story is, I love when things finally cooperate. The end. :)

Sunday, February 8, 2009

Little Brother, by Cory Doctorow

I don't usually post a full-fledged review of books I've read, mostly because I would be doing one every few days if I did (which isn't a bad idea, now that I think of it; I guess the only reason I haven't is that I know Megan and Miki are probably the only ones who'd read them. I might be deciding that I don't care, though... but that's an issue for another day).

Anyway, back to the point, which is Little Brother by Cory Doctorow. I discovered this book through Megan's friend Janssen, when Megan recommended that I check out her blog because I was looking for new things to read and Janssen does a lot of book reviews. One of her reviews was of this book, and since the post included a link to the full e-book, I decided to check it out. I think she did a pretty good job of reviewing it, so rather than rewrite it myself I'm just going to give you this link to it. Check it out if you're interested.

So here are my thoughts on the book. It was fantastic--by far one of the best books I've read in a long time, much less this year. According to Janssen there have been reviews saying it's not very well written; I haven't bothered to look into this because I disagree. It's written in a very young, un-literary way, this is true. But it's on purpose, and for me it is what gives the book its authenticity. The book is told from Marcus's perspective, and it's actually written as though he were talking to you, telling you his story as it happens. There are parts that document IM conversations and emails, and they sound like the IM conversations I had as a teenager. The story sounds real 1) because of the writing style and 2) because I know enough of the government and the current war on terror to believe that the situation in this book is plausible.

The book is an adolescent book , but a scary one. The story hits very close to home, which is exactly what makes it worth reading. There's a little language, and enough sex in it that I would be reluctant to have my younger brothers read it. But it's mild and relevant enough that I think anyone college age and older should be fine reading it--the sex is definitely not the focal point and personalizes the story rather than detracting from it.

For the record, if you're into techy things, you should probably find the book pretty interesting; it goes really in-depth into lots of hacker type stuff, which is what Marcus uses to fight back when he is unjustly imprisoned, tortured, and "marked" by the Department of Homeland Security in their war against "terrorists." Normally this would be a downer for me, if not a deal-breaker; I don't have the head for math, and while I do find computery things interesting, I'm not one to invest a lot of time in them. But Little Brother shows this stuff in action, telling you not only how it works but how anyone can do it, and I thought it was really interesting.

So the moral of this post is, Little Brother is an easy read and, I think, an important one. It raises some pretty serious questions, and tells a compelling story at the same time. You can read it online for free if you're interested; the author apparently cares more about his message than he does the money, and has made the whole book available as an e-book. If nothing else it will make you think, and hey, that's never a bad thing. :)

Saturday, February 7, 2009

This is probably why I hate handling anything to do with my car.

We took the car in to get the state inspection done. It failed because the parking brake was "loose." We got the parking brake fixed. We took the car back in. They told us to come back the next day. We did. Mike and I waited for an hour, with no one else in the store, before going to ask what was going on and finding out that the car had passed, but the machine that prints the stickers wasn't working. (It took them that long to tell us--and they didn't even come tell us, we had to ask.) We had to leave because Mike had to go to work. He took it back in this morning. He waited an hour and still didn't get the sticker, because there was a line of people and he had to go to work, and apparently they have to REINSPECT THE CAR YET AGAIN, even though it was the same guys who remembered him and knew that they had just inspected it yesterday. Today I will take it in again, and if they cannot give me the sticker right then, I will be getting my money back and taking my car somewhere competent. In the meantime, for three days now we are borrowing my parents' cars because we can't drive ours. Unbelievable and ridiculous. I hate dealing with car people.

Thursday, February 5, 2009

Hahahahahha

"Hark! What owl through yonder window breaks?"
Funny, isn't it, how much one word can change the sentence?

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Something.

I saw something that made me want to respond to it. But the thing I wanted to respond to wasn't the real point of the text in which it was written, so I felt like responding there would be picking a fight. But I still want to ask the question, and so I am asking it here. Shame on Planned Parenthood, you say, for killing babies and encouraging teenagers to lie. But where would those girls be going if there was no Planned Parenthood? Did teenagers never get pregnant before it existed, did they not lie to their parents and sneak around? Did none of them get abortions? Did all these things start happening because Planned Parenthood encouraged it? I think we both know the answer. The responsibility lies with the girls who make the choice, and no one else. What Planned Parenthood does is try to make the best of a bad situation. I can't fault them for that.

Super Fun Stats

I have a job now as a nanny. This job is three days a week from 8-4:30. This leaves me with three full days, three evenings, and 8-12 additional hours per week during which I could be doing more work: namely, an ideal situation for freelance editing work. (This is important because neither Mike nor I get paid quite as much as we'd like, and earning as much as we can is paramount so that we may stop being parent moochers.) So that's what I've been applying for in the last couple weeks since I got this job.

I've found a ton of postings on Craigslist. To give you an idea, I looked through the Sent folder in my email and saw that I have applied for exactly 30 freelance editing/writing jobs in the last two weeks. That sounds like pretty good odds, you might say, and you wouldn't be wrong. So why have I only heard from one of the people I emailed?

A guy called me on Monday while I was working and basically told me he thought I and five other people were awesome, and he wanted us to do a trial assignment so that he could choose one sometime this week. So I did the assignment, and am hoping that I will hear back from him. Except for that, though, I haven't heard from anyone else. I still have hope, because seriously--I'm a really good editor, I have the education and the experience, and there's no way I can apply for that many things and not have anything come of it.

So. That's what I'm up to right now. It's driving Mike a little bit crazy because I'm spending so friggin much time on Craigslist, but I just need to find something, and then I can stop. Hopefully I get something soon--if not, I may be back to seeing if the flower shop in Wylie needs extra help for Valentine's week. Fingers crossed, everyone. And not that I think many of you will really have any leads, but if you do happen to know of one, please pass it on. A lot of times the location doesn't matter because the work is done online, so I've been looking all over the U.S. Gracias y buenos noches.

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

I... Really... Hate... Mummies!

Hahahahahaha. Guys. How did this happen? I'm watching The Mummy: Tomb of the Dragon Emperor, and boy is it awful. I'm sorry if this offends any of you, but you know I have an incredibly low level of cheese-tolerance in movies. I mean, guys, come on--I just saw a yak throw up into a barf bag on a plane, and then someone said "the yak yakked!" The script is unbelievable, the woman who plays the wife is so fake, the kid has annoying hair, and Brendan Fraser just has the cheesiest face. I've never liked this guy--I just have the hardest time taking him seriously. But you know, it's not really his face that bugs me. I actually kind of like his face. It's his voice! There's something about his voice that just sounds awkward. Anyway. My personal issues with Brendan Fraser aside, there's a man talking to a yak (the same one who said "the yak yakked"), a guy who keeps shedding his stone face and growing a new one, and now to top it all off, I'm pretty sure abominable snowmen are about to show up.

AHHHHHH! They showed up! And do you know how??? A freaking Asian girl called them! She ran to the entrance of the crazy snow city, and she called with her little puny voice and the yetis came running to her aid. Good freaking criminy. Make no mistake, friends, I had very low expectations coming into this movie. But when I've just seen a yeti make the touchdown sign after kicking a man over an arch... well, I can only say that my movie standards have finally reached an all-time low.

Monday, February 2, 2009

Two Secrets

I think this is a really cool idea. Of course there's the small matter of it being illegal... but I kind of see it as a spirit of the law type of thing, don't you?



I don't know how to email Frank, but if I did I would say this:


I always knew I'd have to do this when I got married, and the thought was a little depressing. Then I got married, and it turns out I don't. I love that.

I've said it once and I'll say it again:

I think Stacy and Clinton and I would be friends if we knew each other.