Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Sunday March 29 Top Ten

Some day when I am not in school anymore I will be able to post more than just this, and post this on time :) So! For this past week.

1. husbands that are cute. Like when you have a long day and you come home and that cute husband has cleaned the ENTIRE kitchen from top to bottom and started in on making dinner
2. clean puppies. After a long shower and shampoo they are so soft and so cuddly. It's like a blanket right from the washer.
3. Toni Morrison. LOVE her.
4. Panda express drive thru, and the fact that it's right in my path home. Which is why I will never be model thin. Worth it though.
5. Butterfinger eggs. They have butterfinger hearts on Valentines too- broken up pieces of Butterfinger mixed with chocolate- on my gosh amazing.
6. Country music. I used to be in love with it, and then moved on, and recently, when driving around with a friend discovered it again, and I am so sad that I ever let it go...
7. mothers. Mine has always been at the top of my favorite things list, and when you get married, you get a second one! My mother in law calls me to tell me about the straightener she has discovered.
8. Have I mentioned that before? Don't care. :) I laugh every episode, cry every other.
9. I graduate in 24 days from today! (Yes, that will be on the list every week until I actually get to graduate.)
10. taking showers right before bed

Monday, March 23, 2009

Sundays Top Ten

So I forgot to do this with homework and Draper Temple dedication. SO! I am writing it a day late but here are my top ten.

1. sleeping in. Especially with Adam because he is so cute when he first wakes-up in the morning.
2. taking pictures. Is that vain? I had to get graduation pics this week and I just think it is SO fun.
3. salons and going blond. Yeah for summer blond!
4. sun and warm warm sun. (Even though it is snowing again grrr...)
5. the fact that there is now only 32 days, plus weekends until I graduate!
6. Mrs. Dalloway. Friends- I will write a whole blog on that book sometime. Because I AM Mrs. Dalloway.
7. that my teachers are as tired of teaching class as I am of going. At least two get canceled each week...
8. tax refunds and that my dad is an accountant so I don't have to do taxes myself...
9. girl scout cookies. Who does not love those?
10. MAC voice recorder. So I can record my classes while I am in there, allowing me to write during the classes I actually go to, and then play Castle Defend on Adam's i-pod while I listen to lecture at my own leisure. BEST INVENTION EVER.

Sunday, March 15, 2009

Top Ten

A very good friend of mine used to make lists once a week that he called his top ten and he would email them out to everyone. They would include things he loved, funny stories, moments, things he was grateful for- anything positive from the previous week. I decided that this would be something really fun for me to do on Sundays when I am avoiding essay's :) So these are my Top Ten from this past week.

1. Kisses. Any and All. Chocolate kisses, lip kisses, puppy kisses, baby kisses, butterfly kisses, kisses from the sun etc.
2. THE SUN!! We were beginning to forget that it existed in all the snow.
3. Progression
4. Babies in church. What is so funny is that it will be silent for an hour and then all of sudden, five of them will start throwing tantrums all at the same time. It is hilarious!
5. BLOGGING!! It keeps me from being bored during class.
6. Work picking up. People from last summer are coming back, things are getting busier, and I can finally do the job I have been working on and trained for.
7. High heels. All of them. Platforms, chunky heels, short ones, 6 inch ones, stiletto. Any woman in a pair of heels cant help but feel, and look, dynamite.
8. Cheese flavored rice cakes. Amazingly good for a rice cake.
9. Dutch desserts and learning to make them. I can now professional stiffen egg whites and fold them into pancake puff batter, and use a pastry filler.
10. Clorox wipes. They speak for themselves.

Thursday, March 12, 2009


I have to say, I LOVE womens restrooms. My two favorites are the one's in the JFSB on BYU campus, and the ones at my office.
No one ever sees a line of men standing outside the restroom hoping to get in and out before class. The womens will be ten out the door and all the women are willing to wait.
What is funny about the womens bathroom is that few people are actually worried about the toilet. It is the most minor part of the restroom experience. You go in, you get out, hoping to let in the next person who may not be able to hold it in.
What is the best is that there are as many women in the stalls, as there are women outside of the stalls. I watch them, as I stand in line waiting for my turn. There is the girl in her pajamas, brushing her teeth at 2:00 in the afternoon. The one in sports dress is putting on mascara. The girl in the white dress and killer heels is trying to get her curls to turn back the right way after the wind has blown them wrong.
I quickly take my turn at the sink running water over my hands before it has had time to get hot. There is a pregnant woman next to me, using paper towel in hopes to get a stain off her shirt. I look at my face in the mirror and avoid it: no make-up and florescence are not a combination that is pleasing to the eye. Women are washing hands, checking make-up, teeth, clothes in the long mirror. They are convincing themselves, bolstering themselves, tearing themselves down.
There are so many people that many girls have to do without washing their hands and use the hand-sanitizer outside the door. I wonder if whoever put that there was a woman, or just a very well informed man.
Almost as exciting as the girls in front of the mirror, are the bags and purses and coats that line the doorways. What is interesting is that I doubt other women are thinking about stealing them, but as they walk past they are thinking, “I wonder where she got that...” “How much did that one cost?” “She could fit a closet in there!” “That would match my new shoes....”
My work restroom, though never as busy, is just as interesting. One woman will walk into a stall in jeans and come out in heels and nylons. There is someone in the stall next to me and I can hear her crying, but all I can see is her shoes, and she waits until I leave to leave her stall. There is a woman sitting on the counter, talking on her cell phone. There is another woman curling her hair, a third, a pregnant woman who after checking her make-up leans against the counter and looks at the ceiling taking deep breaths.
No one is in a rush to leave this bathroom, no one is excited to get out. Its as if in the little stall, and momentary claiming of the sink you are alone. You can let your guard down, you can feel relaxed, and relieved. There is something so taboo about the bathroom in society, but when you are inside of it you are freed from that and many others.
Three girls come in while I check out my outfit in the long mirror. One enters a stall and the other two lean against the counter and there is never a break in their conversation. It reminds me of the TV show Scrubs, where Elliot calls herself a “nervous poo-er” and has a rule that no one is allowed to talk to her while she is on the toilet. She exclaims, “No one is above the rule!” How does she handle the public restroom?
When you are running from a date, you are going to the bathroom. When you are skipping class, you hide in the bathroom. When you need to have a secret conversation, you head to the bathroom. The best thoughts, the most revealing talks always happen at the sink. Our closet, our make-up table, our respite, our confessional, the woman's restroom.

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Daylight Savings

So, funny story for you all.
Adam and I have a way of getting wrapped up in our own lives. Which really, isn't all that bad considering our lives concern all of American and British and feminist literature, securing homes, cancer research, neurological problems, dogs.... But we have a way of blocking out anything social and political. Including holidays: St. Patrick's day, Ground Hogs Day, April Fools Day, and Daylight savings.
With this you have to know we LIVE by our cell phones. They are our almost single modes of communication, scheduling etc.
So on Sundays, specifically this past Sunday, we have church at one. So we lounge in bed, eat, talk to one another, and all this takes place in the living room of course because our apartment is an ice box, and the living room has a heater, and we let the dogs in there. So, our cell phones say 12, we get ready, we go to church. They say eleven at night, we go to bed. Never once do we take notice of a single clock in the house.
On Monday we wake-up to my alarm, we ignore it. We wake up to Adams, sleep for another half hour and then get out of bed at what we THINK is eight. But when I look at my cell, it's nine.
"My alarm says eight," Adam says.
"Well my Alarm says nine," I insist.
He checks his computer. "Well that says nine..."
(Imagine this all with much more worry and frustration because his class starts at ten, and I was suppose to be at the gym by nine.)
We check EVERY CLOCK in the house. All the ones that run by satellite, (phone, computer, ipod) all say nine. Every other one says eight.
Adam is laughing. "What happened?"
"Did we miss daylight savings?"
"No way. It changes on Sunday. We wouldn't have made it to chruch!"
"Then what time is it?"
Adam runs into the shower, not wanting to be late, but not liking the idea of being an hour early either.
So I look up daylight savings on the computer. It says it happened Sunday morning at 2am. Which means our cell phones are right. "How in the world did we make it to church on time?" I wonder as Adam now is dashing through his shower.
Yeah the cell phones. Becasue the only time we USE a real clock, is Adams alarm when we get up in the morning. Becasue we are so oblivious to any other life that surrounds our bubble, somehow we missed all the announcements that daylight savings was actually happening earlier this year. So we spent our entire morning confused, wondering, what the heck is going on and why all of our clocks are off?
We laughed about it- the entire day :)

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Dulce Et Decorum Est

This poem is amazing. I had to read it for my British Lit class so please, enjoy.

Dulce Et Decorum Est
-Wilfred Owen

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of tired, oustripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.

Gas! Gas! Quick Boys!- An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime...
Dim, through the misty panes and thich green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come garagling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter at the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,-
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.*

* sweet and fitting it is to die for you fatherland