Thursday, April 30, 2009
funny airport workers
flights that aren’t completely full
small airplanes/ feeling like the pres on air force one as you walk to the tiny plane on the blacktop
small towns with small airports
sitting by a scottish businessman on an airplane
onesies with pandas on them
hugs from 7 year olds
cute ticket takers at small movie theatres
zac efron in aviators and tight jeans
the faces babies make while teething
wobbly babies who can't hold their heads up
small and/or old things (not commonly found in vegas)
britney spears singing toxic
being asked how old my baby is
huge bags of craisins
baby burying his face in my chest
so the last week or so has been great! the flights were fun, especially from portland to medford. i was on a tiny plane. it didnt even have wings, just propellors!! it was so cute. i felt like the president cuz we walked out to it and up the stairs and i felt like i should turn around and blow a kiss to my public. the ride on the tiny plane was very bouncy. the guy sitting next to me was a hot 40 year old type. you know those guys who somehow still look great with all gray hair? yeah. plus he was from scotland. he was studying to be a cfa. (don't ask me what it is, i just remember the f stood for financial.) as soon as i got off the plane, debbie and xan were right there! the airport was teeny tiny. that night we went to hometown buffet. there was a bowling team having their end of the season awards ceremony. pretty funny. then i put xan's hair in sponge curlers. in the morning i took xan to school after i did her hair (and we stopped at dutch brothers). then i went running which was good. i did about 4.3 miles according to mapmyrun.com. then gram and i took henry and went to mcdonalds for salads. some lady asked me how old my baby was. haha when we got home, ethan and i went to see 17 again. the ticket guy was really cute and so was zec efron. the movie was ok. the house where zec efron was staying was incredible. then i took him to cold stone. then we hung out for a while until debbie got home with pizza from papa murphy's. then we watched run fat boy run. i fell asleep like 15 minutes before it was over.... good day. :)
ive been thinking about families. i see how fictional the perfect picket fence family that i see in my mind in my future is. the thing that is clear is that nothing i expect will happen will happen. i wonder how my life will play out. one thing is for sure though, with friends and family like mine (and the gospel) it will be good.
today i finally understood: the purpose of mudflaps
today i treated others: the way i want to be treated
today i can't believe: it's already may
today i am grateful for: little diners
Sunday, April 26, 2009
i just want to let everyone know how wonderful my parents are. i dont know how to say in words, but i am beyond grateful that they put the effort into creating and running my wonderful family. my family isn't perfect, but i only have to look around at the crazy world to know i would never want anyone else. thanks mom and dad for bringing us together. i love you!!
today i was disappointed that: the full text editor was down
today i changed: three poopy diapers.
today i wished that: it was socially acceptable to wear socks with ruffles around the ankles
today i was deemed: a hot fat slut. hahahahaha
Thursday, April 23, 2009
what a crazy week... it was probably the shortest week i have ever experienced, and im still alive and well. plans have changed, tests have been taken, tears have been shed, weight has been gained, sleep has been lost, and messes have been made, and still i have good old tiger (my computer) by my side. well i have added a new member to my family of things (joining tiger, luna the ipod, electra the bike, and heimlich my car). his name is fabio and he's a delightful little digi cam.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Thursday, April 2, 2009
canterbury (it probably looked a little different in chaucer's time)
chaucer’s pardoner was a sinful man. he was a drunk and a fornicator, and his companions on their journey to canterbury challenged him to tell a moral tale. he proceeds to tell a tale about three gluttonous men. they find a treasure and decide to split it equally. before they can take the loot, one of the men has to go to the town and get supplies. while he is gone, the two remaining men plan to kill him when he returns, and he decides to poison the wine that he is bringing to them so that he gets all the money to himself. when he returns, the others kill him, then, drinking the wine, the two men die as well. the moral of the tale: Radix malorum est cupiditas.
but the real question is: is this tale a true tale, if the man that told it is like the greedy murderers in the story? can an immoral man tell a moral tale? can you find any truth amid the evil in the world, and is it possible that that truth could come from some unexpected source?
as i was thinking about this in my humanities class, i thought about one of the most poignant experiences i have had with a friend who got involved with drugs, even to the point of jailing. he told me to never fall out of fellowship with the church and commended me for staying strong so far. clearly this person made some poor choices, but i really feel like i learned more from hearing this testimonial than i do when i hear it in sunday school.
truth is everywhere. in my creative writing class, in a dr. laura book, in a conversation with a young man who was jailed for drug use, in the pardoner’s tale, in a painting, in a park, in nature.
its all about finding it.
today i finished: my media fast. me, jurasic park, couch, tonight. done.
today i really want: money
today i secretly: applied my make-up at work
today my mouth tastes like: chicken noodle soup