Monday, November 30, 2009


I found a fun blog called Awkward Family Photos. I looked through a few pages before I got to this picture and found them all amusing, but I think the funniness must have just been building up the whole time, because, when I saw the caption for this photo, I started laughing hysterically. For a full five minutes I laughed, crying the whole time. So here you go.

Shhh, I’m just about to scare the crap out of this nice little girl.

(I'm still laughing!)

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Twilight 2

For some reason, that is what our movie tickets said, instead of New Moon. Funny huh? Anyway, so we saw New Moon tonight. It was about as I expected it to be. Thank goodness we didn't have any of those groups of girls who screamed every time Jacob came on the screen, like I've heard aboutI may have hurt someone if we had. What we did have in our theater, though, was a lot of people laughing at various parts in the movie. It was pretty bad.

I will say, there were parts throughout the movie where the emotion of the moment got to mein spite of Kristen Stewart's monotonous, facial-expression-less "acting"but this is because during those parts, I was thinking of the book and remembering my experience reading it.

I hated the whole scene with the Volturri, which the darn directors added because they thought the movie needed more action. What they should have done with that time is fleshed out the STORY and DIALOGUE a bit, because they were seriously lacking in places. The movie felt very rushed because they kept flashing from one place to another without showing what happens in between, then backtracking to try and fill in the gaps. That technique can work if it's done right, but I don't think it was.

A few other points:
  • If Bella turns into a vampire, will Jasper be able to stop looking constipated all the time?
  • How come Edward looked deathly ill throughout the movie? Seriously. Ill. Not attractive at all, and in fact the least attractive of the whole Cullen family.
  • What was with the red velvet bathrobe?
  • Why are Sam, Paul, and Jared never fully clothednot once? I'm pretty sure in the book they aren't naked all the time.
  • If Alice sees Bella becoming a vampire, does she also see her becoming a fairy? Because that's what that dress looked like.
The music was pretty, and I was happy again to hear a Muse song make it on to the soundtrack. I just can't get over Kristen Stewart's lack of acting, though; and to be honest, no one else was much better (I think Taylor what's his bucket is possibly the best actor of the lot). Even when Edward dumps her, she doesn't cry! She falls on the ground and starts shaking to make us think she's crying, but mostly she does that gasping stuttering thing accompanied by the half-closed eyelids. Lame.

And in conclusion... I don't know if you will be able to see this from these pictures, but it turns out that Taylor Lautner looks a lot like my cousin Bryan. You can see it better when they're talking, but it's kind of weird because at first glance they don't look anything alike.

Anyway. That's all I have to say. It was pretty terrible in many ways, and I wouldn't have gone to see it if my siblings and everyone hadn't wanted to, but they did and we all went together, so it was fun. The end.

Thursday, November 19, 2009

And Then There Was One

As of today around noon, our car is down to one door that has both inside and outside handles still working.

Some of you may remember the first handle calamity, that happened during my junior year while living at Glenwood. The inside driver's side handle broke off, and Michael Lundwall fixed it with one of those little orange flags that they put up around construction sites or along pipelines--you know which ones I mean? That ghetto wire handle is still in place.

After that, I don't remember in what order the rest of them happened, but here is the inventory: front passenger's side inside handle gone, replaced with a wire contraption similar to original wire replacement. The outside handle on that door is still intact. Back passenger side inside handle is intact; outside handle has completely snapped off. The back driver's side door is the only one that still has its original handles both inside and out; the driver's door has two broken ones. For a while we had half a handle on the outside of that door, but today it snapped off in Mike's hand.

So... Can we say awesome? It is so beyond time for us to get a new car. If only we could.

The Terrible Twos Have Begun...

Boy, Hannah sure is trying my sanity today. I wish it wasn't only 9:40. She's been an absolute pill ever since she woke up, and on top of that Lana is having a rough day too. At least I can do something for Lana, though--if she's not hungry or tired, then she's at least just happy when I pick her up. Hannah, on the other hand, is throwing giant temper tantrums about everything and screaming bloody murder because she doesn't want to eat her peaches. Sigh... It's a good thing they're cute. :)

Monday, November 16, 2009

Is the Spy Capable or Not?

Oh my goodness. I came across this article just a few minutes ago, and you have to go check it out. It's a list of movie titles that got mangled when they went to other countries, and their supposed translations. These are a few of my favorites:

As Good As It Gets--Mr Cat Poop
Free Willy--A Very Powerful Whale Runs to Heaven

The Matrix--The Young People Who Traverse Dimensions While Wearing Sunglasses

Army of Darkness--Captain Supermarket (what on earth??)

Get Smart--Is the Spy Capable or Not

Strange Days Have Found Us...

Today has been a strange day! I woke up very, very tired (which is not strange--I am just prefacing my story with the facts). Mike and I have been working very hard to go to bed before midnight the past week, and for three days in a row we actually did a really good job; we woke up Saturday and Sunday around 8:00 and weren't even tired! But alas, 'twas not so today. Anyway. So I woke up exhausted and went on to have several strange things happen to me:
  • Shortly after waking up I read a text on my phone that I'd gotten during the night. For no reason at all my phone froze while I was reading the text, so I took the battery out and put it back in, only to discover that the time was now half an hour off! I cannot fathom what could cause such an anomaly.
  • I became so sleepy at work that I had to lie down on the couch for a bit while Hannah watched Ni Hao, Kai-Lan. I never actually fell asleep--I could hear the TV the whole time--but I guess I lost just enough consciousness that after about fifteen minutes I woke up feeling energized! The remarkable thing here is that normally I would wake up from a nap feeling like my body weighed 400 pounds and I could barely move.
  • In the afternoon the power randomly went out. I was getting Hannah up from her nap, and the lamp in her room went out; I thought the light bulb had just burned out, but then when the living room light wouldn't turn on either, I figured out it was the whole house.
  • By the afternoon I'd forgotten that my phone was half an hour behind. Mike's shift ended before mine today, so I had to go pick him up. It was almost 3:00 and I was just about to leave to go get him, when I remembered my phone being wrong and realized I was 20 minutes late to get him! Then, I remembered that his shift actually ended at 3:30, not 3:00 as I'd been thinking the whole day.
  • We picked Mike up and dropped him off at home. I dithered for a while about whether I wanted to stay at home with him for a while and rest, go to the library like I'd planned, or just take Hannah back home. We ended up going home, and it's a good thing because in a case of very bizarre timing, we saw Trent walking up to the house right as we were getting out of the car.
  • I was home by 4:15 (I usually get home after 5:00). It felt even earlier than that because I'd been thinking it was half an hour earlier all day.
  • I am sitting in the CCCC library computer lab now, waiting for Mike's class to get out, and a fight just broke out at the two tables next to mine. There was no hitting, but there was a lot of yelling in French, and I wish I could tell what was going on because from where I'm sitting it looks like a girl came to visit a friend at one table and decided to start yelling at a girl sitting at the next table over.
Hmm... These things don't sound that strange as I write them out. Isn't it unfair how that happens? Oh well. You will have to take my word for it that today has been a weird day for me. In other news, I just ate half a Symphony bar in the last fifteen minutes while I wrote this post. Mmm.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Graceling, by Kristin Cashore--9/10

Oh dear. What to say and where to begin?

Okay--I loved this book. It was fantastic. The first forty pages or so were good, but didn't hook me; I read a few pages at a time, and had no trouble putting it down. But around the fifth chapter I got sucked in, and didn't want to put it down. (In fact, I didn't, since I was off that day and Mike was working so I didn't have a car... I read most of the book that afternoon, and finished it in pieces that night when I got a chance.)

But here's the thing. The ending is not as good as it should be. I was disappointed. Then I remembered reading Janssen's review of it a while ago, and thought that I remembered her saying the same thing (I went and looked--she did). But, then I saw that there was a sequel, which I had completely forgotten about! And I got really excited. But, then Janssen said that it is mostly about a different character. And I got sad again. I don't know what character it follows and I'm sure I'll enjoy it, but I want more of Katsa and Po! Sigh.

Anyway. The story is about Katsa, the niece of the king and a Graceling, which is what they call people who have extraordinary powers. Katsa has a killing Grace, which means that she is basically invincible in any kind of hand-to-hand combat. At the beginning of the book she rescues an old man from a neighboring country who has been kidnapped by a different neighboring country, and then throughout the book she and her friends try to find out who kidnapped him and why. 

This leads to all kinds of adventures, including a new friend named Po, who is the kidnapped man's grandson. Katsa and Po fall in love, as you can pretty much tell they will from the beginning, and they have a fantastic love story. Now, I am truly not a sucker for love stories. In fact I am quite a cynic, and tend to be turned off by too much sappiness. But Katsa and Po are by no means sappy, and their story is the knot-in-your-stomach kind that is just impossible not to love.

So. Unsatisfying ending aside, I have to say that I loved this book (and actually, like Janssen said about the second one, I couldn't stop looking at the cover! I think it is so beautiful). I hope I love the sequel as much.

Saturday, November 14, 2009

A Very Merry Un-Anniversary...

Today is the third anniversary of the day Mike and I became a couple. Our first date was November 2, 2006. We went out almost every day for the next two weeks, kissed on November 13, and on November 14 we were officially boyfriend/girlfriend. Yay :)

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

An Argument for Punctuation

That's the name of the post on the Wait Wait... Don't Tell Me! blog...

But my question is, what on earth did he mean to say??

Naked Baby

I'm nervous about naptime. Trent said that last night they heard her get out of bed, so they went in and found her totally naked. She'd taken off pants, shirt, and diaper. So now they're only putting her to bed in those footie pajamas that zip all the way down to the foot, so she can't get out. But unless I change her into that for every nap... it will be interesting.

Monday, November 9, 2009

The Blind Leading the Blind...

It's frustrating when people think they're really educated about something, but you look at the things they're learning from and it's clear they're only getting one side--and a blatantly biased one at that. You can't really discuss things with people who are determined to only see their own point of view, you know? It makes for a fairly pointless conversation.

My Blog = Very Yes

I love my blog. I think it's so pretty. Sometimes I just scroll up and down looking at my old posts, because I want to be doing something on it but I've already posted that day, maybe even twice. Or I just don't have anything to say. Right now I just let Mike borrow my computer, and when I got it back my blog was up and I thought "aw, my blog. I love my blog." So here you go. A post... on my blog... about my blog... and how much I love it. Sometimes I am awesome.

Friday, November 6, 2009

Welcome to the Black Parade

I would like to take a moment and explain that against all odds, I love My Chemical Romance. Welcome to the Black Parade is a particularly fantastic album, and if you have never heard it, or have never listened to My Chem, you should check it out. Favorite songs from that album: This is How I Disappear, The Sharpest Lives, House of Wolves, Mama, Teenagers. If I'm not in the right mood I can't listen to Cancer and Sleep, because they both can be fairly depressing, but are still really good songs.
In case you are wondering, my iPod died and I recently procured a new one, so after a couple months of having zero music I am now re-falling in love with many of my favorite songs. I was listening to it on shuffle and The End. came up, but then instead of going straight into Dead! like it should, it went on to Muse; and as much as I love Muse, I realized that I really wanted to hear that song. So now I'm listening to My Chemical Romance and writing this post, and having lots of nostalgia as well. Ah, Provo, and driving around in you listening to these songs and blowing off steam... Those were good times. (Actually a lot of those times sucked, which is why I was blowing off steam, but you know what I mean.)

You Can Never Buy Enough Corn Syrup

I think it is strange that people advertise something that is not a brand. Ham, for instance. Cotton. Corn syrup. Milk. Eggs, the commercials for which are what made me think of writing this post. These campaigns are selling not a particular brand of something, but just the item itself. I mean... it's an advertisement for a kind of fabric. Does anyone go out to the store thinking, "I think I would like to buy some clothes made of cotton"? It's just weird. Also weird is how much I talk about commercials on my blog, but that is a horse of an entirely different color.

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

I Don't Hate People, But If I Did...

Pretty much anyone who uses any form of the Wall Street/Main street cliche is someone I can't stand. If that person also uses the word evil to describe politicians who "don't listen to him," I almost hate him. (I mean, come on. Evil. Really??)


Jaylee was born Tuesday at 11:13 pm. She is 8 pounds, 12 ounces, and 20 inches long, and she is totally adorable! I can't wait to see her at Thanksgiving. Congratulations Dafni and Brandon, you are a super beautiful little family! :)

Tuesday, November 3, 2009


Still no Jaylee, but at least it sounds like things are actually progressing now.

Grandmother's surgery is scheduled for tomorrow at 5:30 pm. The doctors didn't want to do it because it's so risky, but she says either fix it or she wants to go. My dad flew out there today and who knows what will happen tomorrow...

T-mobile sucks.

Facebook sucks too, or maybe just Firefox. I am trying out browsers again and paying attention to what it is about each browser that doesn't work, and here it is the tally so far: Google Chrome crashes every ten minutes. Firefox won't keep me logged in to any of the pages where I click "keep me logged in." Internet Explorer is super boring looking.

Had to be at work at 7:00 on Monday, and it's 7:10 tomorrow.

Lots of things to whine about tonight! Good thing I got to hang out with Liron AND Alex today, and I get to see Hannah tomorrow! Maybe Alex too if I can swing it... And tonight, tomorrow, sometime soon I will have a new niece! Everything is worth it for cute babies. :)

Monday, November 2, 2009

National Novel Writing Month

November is National Novel Writing Month. If you participate, the goal is to write a 175 page (that's 50,000 words) novel from November 1 to November 30. Starting today, that's 1725 words a day. That is ambitious for me, but it sounds really cool and I think I will try it, even though I lost a day because I didn't start last night when I found out about it. Liz, this seems like something you'd be interested in... Mike is already writing something and I don't know if he's planning on having it coincide with NaNoWriMo (I didn't make it up), but he might. Everyone let me know if you're trying it because I think it's a cool idea.

Worst Idea Ever

Hannah and I were watching Franklin this morning, and the episode was about Franklin developing an allergy. His friends were trying to help him figure out what he was allergic to, so they brought him a bunch of things and had him try them. Hope real kids don't try that!

Sunday, November 1, 2009

Dora E. Boots

This is what Mike always thinks when he hears "Dora y Boots." It makes me laugh every time and I decided the E stands for Eleanor.

Two phrases I loathe: "not your mother's ___" and "confessions of a ___." Overused, overused, overused. And the first one was stupid to begin with.

I think a cookbook called The Sneaky Chef to the Rescue has got to be amazing.

We didn't get any trick or treaters last night (third floor apartment, not so much) but we did have family over for a Halloween party and had some really yummy food. Plus we disguised our trash in those big jack-0-lantern bags... pretty clever if you ask me. Also we looked awesome:

The gun is borrowed from my dad's costume--he came as one of the Men in Black, which is why it looks all futuristic and spacey. It's a spray-painted Nerf gun. Cool huh.