I hereby amend my prediction to Tigers in 4.
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
Monday, October 02, 2006
Tigers in 3?
I would like to congratulate the Tigers on making it to the playoffs. Although they are currently the worst team in the majors (as evidenced by being swept by the Royals), at one point they were the best team. And if the powers that be would have cut the baseball season in half, and held the world series in July then they would be the champions.
Barring any plane crashes involving the Yankees entire team, things don't look good. So I will now predict the Tigers to sweep the Yankees.
Saturday, August 05, 2006
riddles in the dark
Rachel was at work, so of course I was doing the dishes and cleaning the kitchen. It was around 9:00 pm, and was dark outside and inside (except in the kitchen). All of a sudden I heard a crack from the other room, like something fell. I looked around the corner, but didn't see anything. All of a sudden a heard this voice from far away say "hello". I looked around and didn't see anything or anyone. But I said, "hello", not thinking anybody was really there. But then the voice responds. It was weird.
Turns out, my phone was on vibrate. Rachel called and I didn't hear it but it vibrated off of the table. That was the crack I heard. It fell off of the table onto the hard floor. When it fell it opened up, so it answered her call. Plus, by speaker phone was on. So when she said hello it was loud enough for me to easily hear it. So it turned out to not be a ghost. That's good news.
Turns out, my phone was on vibrate. Rachel called and I didn't hear it but it vibrated off of the table. That was the crack I heard. It fell off of the table onto the hard floor. When it fell it opened up, so it answered her call. Plus, by speaker phone was on. So when she said hello it was loud enough for me to easily hear it. So it turned out to not be a ghost. That's good news.
Monday, July 03, 2006
my next posting
I tried to take my own picture of the lake. Tried to copy that other picture that I posted. But these two nerds got in the way.
We're enjoying it here in Sandpoint. We live just north of town. We're next door to the county fairgrounds, which is next door to the county jail, which is next door to the Arian Nation church.
We hooked ourselves up with free bikes. Left over police-auction bikes. I've been riding to and from Walmart about everyday.
Our ward is having a 4th of July breakfast tomorrow. The catch is that it is at 7:00 am. No, that's not a typo. I was sure they were kidding when they announced that. But turns out it is true.
Monday, June 12, 2006
The point in the sand
Greetings, it's been many years since the last entry. If you have checked this your diligence will be rewarded. Not be me, or by being able to read a cool entry. Sorry. But I'm sure down the road somewhere it will be rewarded.
Rachel and I are in Sandpoint for the summer. It's got a big hunkin lake. As you can see I posted a little picture. That bridge you see there takes us to and from Moscow. It's lake Pend O'Reille, pronounced Ponderay, and it's the shiz.
We spent a week camping. Word of advice for you kids out there. If you get married you need a place to move into. Good thing we had a big tent.
We live in a place that looks like a barn. The birds are really scary. The big geese live in the pond in front of the apartments. They try to intimidate us. Two of them do so by raising their heads real high, the third goose lowers his head and walks toward us. And do you know what I'm doing while there doing this? I just sort of slip off to the side, and then run real fast to my car. Rachel takes a tennis racquet with her to the car.
Plus, not just the geese are freaky, but the little birds are too. Every time you walk to the car they swirl real low over your head. They seem to take particular issue with you if you try to make it all the way to the dumpster.
In conclusion, it took me a million tries to remember what Rachel's crazy password is for this site.
Tuesday, May 09, 2006
Since I am too busy to think of anything cool, funny, or meaningful to say I would like to lend an excerpt from my journal.
Enjoy.
1 November 2004
I have this sick, almost compulsive habit where I take the keyboard, and hit it against the table as to loosen any loose dust, hair, or disease from under the key tabs. I started it a few weeks ago and have unintentionally kept doing it every since. This just means that every time I sit down at a computer the people near me hear a big thump. And that’s it. They hear a big thump. I bet they wonder for a nano second, “what was that?” And that’s pretty cool. Its like I sit down and say, “I’m here! And I have a compulsive disorder! Embrace me!”
Friday, April 28, 2006
3 WEEKS
Holy crap a rhino. I am soooooooooooo elated. Three weeks from today I will be a big white monster tying Brett to the metaphorical post I call "marriage." Wow, thats the worst introduction I have ever created.
Anyways, I'm so excited I don't really care if I make sense.
i do care if people are advertising on my comment blogs- seriously not allowed.
And on that note, no more anonymous comments. At least make up a name, like "Pirate Joe" or "Rachel fan Club 6000"
Seriously people, if we are not comfortable enough with each other we shouldnt even be here. We should be in an AOL chat room with made up names,talking smack to one another, and lying about our ages. I dont think thats the kind of people we really are.
Anyways, THREE WEEKS.
ALSO! If you read this blog, chances are you are invited to the Wedding. Most all invitations have been sent out, probably yours. So if you dont have one you need to email me. Because the Groom and I are a little nervous about not having got all the names. Or if you didnt get a complete announcement, i.e. there was no picture, it was a blank card, or there was nothing but where we are registered inside- let me know. Its not a sign of malice, only that I am really scatterbrained.
That is all.
Anyways, I'm so excited I don't really care if I make sense.
i do care if people are advertising on my comment blogs- seriously not allowed.
And on that note, no more anonymous comments. At least make up a name, like "Pirate Joe" or "Rachel fan Club 6000"
Seriously people, if we are not comfortable enough with each other we shouldnt even be here. We should be in an AOL chat room with made up names,talking smack to one another, and lying about our ages. I dont think thats the kind of people we really are.
Anyways, THREE WEEKS.
ALSO! If you read this blog, chances are you are invited to the Wedding. Most all invitations have been sent out, probably yours. So if you dont have one you need to email me. Because the Groom and I are a little nervous about not having got all the names. Or if you didnt get a complete announcement, i.e. there was no picture, it was a blank card, or there was nothing but where we are registered inside- let me know. Its not a sign of malice, only that I am really scatterbrained.
That is all.
Sunday, April 16, 2006
Blame it on the rain
Brett here and my rage is exceeded only by my bitterness. My car was stolen. Rachel took it to Boise for the weekend. No problem, right? My roommate has a bike for me to ride around on for a weekend. But the rain on Friday made it so my butt was all muddy while at school, so I didn't like it anymore. Bikes, while seemingly convenient, are not. Bikes are dumb.
I woke up this morning and it was snowing like crazy. It shouldn't snow on April 16th, and it shouldn't snow the one weekend without a car. I didn't want to bike to school in the mess. I remember how my friend has a car that he never uses. He's married and its there 3rd car. The old junker. The perfect solution to get around for a day. When I call he's way nice and says, "I'll go get a battery for it right now." I say, "You don't need to do that." He says, "I've been meaning to, I need to sell it, so I might as well get it now." So we get that battery and I drive off to school.
It stalls every quarter mile, but starts right back up shortly. But its gotten me to the 3 or 4 places I needed to go. I was driving back from the Saturday night session of stake conference and it stalled. I coasted to the side, it didn't start right back up, but I wasn't worried because I figured it just needed to rest for a second.
But
Then
The cop pulls up behind me
The cars registration is expired
The insurance is expired
I attempt an explanation of how its my friends car and he never drives it, but he's getting it all fixed up now, and I just drove it this one day. To no avail. Society demands my punishment.
The cost of me being too much of a crybaby to bike in the snow for one day is $162.
I hope my next blog entry is cheaper.
I woke up this morning and it was snowing like crazy. It shouldn't snow on April 16th, and it shouldn't snow the one weekend without a car. I didn't want to bike to school in the mess. I remember how my friend has a car that he never uses. He's married and its there 3rd car. The old junker. The perfect solution to get around for a day. When I call he's way nice and says, "I'll go get a battery for it right now." I say, "You don't need to do that." He says, "I've been meaning to, I need to sell it, so I might as well get it now." So we get that battery and I drive off to school.
It stalls every quarter mile, but starts right back up shortly. But its gotten me to the 3 or 4 places I needed to go. I was driving back from the Saturday night session of stake conference and it stalled. I coasted to the side, it didn't start right back up, but I wasn't worried because I figured it just needed to rest for a second.
But
Then
The cop pulls up behind me
The cars registration is expired
The insurance is expired
I attempt an explanation of how its my friends car and he never drives it, but he's getting it all fixed up now, and I just drove it this one day. To no avail. Society demands my punishment.
The cost of me being too much of a crybaby to bike in the snow for one day is $162.
I hope my next blog entry is cheaper.
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
Natural Disappointment
I gave Brett the password to this site and I am highly dissapointed to see .... nothing new! He hasn't posted anything.
babababbabah!
Its almost as frustrating as me not doing my project for tomorrow. My Work and Families final where I am doing a 20minute presentation on "Funding Streams for Adults ReEntering the WorkForce."
"That sounds so interesting!!!" you say? I know. I thought of it myself.
I'm pretty awesome like that.
Anyways. This is a picture of my brother on his mission in Las Palmas Spain. That was a few years ago actually. But You see I am on the school computers, which I limited amount of files and pictures before the "age of my laptop." "Rachel tell me why you are not on your laptop?" Well... if you must ask, I shall tell you. It's crap. It keeps shutting down on me. It just decides to reboot whenever it feels like it. It all started when I decided that I deserved to get free music off of LimeWire. I stole 6 songs. I have been smitten.
Friday, April 07, 2006
I dont know why alot of things happen.
So I dont know why alot of things happen. And usually I don't really care. I suppose I am ambivalent to most of life as long as it doesnt affect me too much. Like why does Ian have a lighter on his belt buckle? Or why do people actually like cats? Seriously, its weird.
I don't usually need answers to lifes questions and I never understood why people would get "mad at God" for not answering their prayers or fixing questionable issues in there life.
But sometimes God puts us in places or situations so we can understand how other people might feel. I suppose so we can help others in the long run.
Last week I found out my cousin has tumors in his neck and lower body. I wish everyone who reads this could know him. I'm not exaggerating when I say -he's perfect. He's about Bretts age, and he is married to the happiest/most beautiful woman I've ever met and has 3 adorable children under the age of five. The whole family has brown eyes and curly blond hair. They are always nice and fun to be around- they are that family you look at and say -i want to be like them. His name is Jeff and he just graduated with his MBA and finally got a nice little house for his family. He's served in the Bishopric and I'm pretty sure has never even thought a bad thing in his entire life.
We are actually double cousins. Don't worry, we're not inbred. Our mothers are sisters and our dads are brothers. So we basically grew up together. He is the oldest of five kids (the second being the only girl) just like in my family. His family has always been the model for mine I think. I always copied his sister and shadowed them around. I was pretty obnoxious. But its their fault for being so cool.
Anyways, when we were little and we would get together at our regular cousin parties (I think the Parry/Millburns could relate to the cousin parties) I recall Jeff leading us in this "Bananna Dance." We would do it in front of the whole neighborhood and some people would actually stop and want to join. Usually there was only like 15 cousins (3-4 families) doing it but it felt like 100 kids running all over the place acting like... well, "bannanas."
Anyways, I just wanted to tell the world how cool he is. And I don't know why bad things- yes- like cancer even, sometimes happen to the best people. Seriously. It actually makes me not want to try to be good. I don't understand it. Its like this monster that takes the best people.
I'm sorry if I offend anyone, but I've never been through something like this. Something where agency wasn't an option. I've always fasted and prayed for people to make the right decision, even myself at times, but not for fate. So we are having another family/friend fast this weekend. And you don't have to comment whether you are or are not, but if you need to fast this month, and are stretching for a cause, fast for this family.
So I am gonna fast. I am going to pray. And no matter what the outcome I know God lives. I know there is a plan. And the best part of life is that everything I learned in Primary is true. No matter what happens, in the end all will be well as long as we love God the most, and understand that He would never want to hurt us or make us feel bad. He will be with my family, with Jeff, Kim, and their beautiful children for now and forever to comfort us and to give us miracles. I know those truths. So as long as I know that, I guess I don't need to know why alot of things happen.
I don't usually need answers to lifes questions and I never understood why people would get "mad at God" for not answering their prayers or fixing questionable issues in there life.
But sometimes God puts us in places or situations so we can understand how other people might feel. I suppose so we can help others in the long run.
Last week I found out my cousin has tumors in his neck and lower body. I wish everyone who reads this could know him. I'm not exaggerating when I say -he's perfect. He's about Bretts age, and he is married to the happiest/most beautiful woman I've ever met and has 3 adorable children under the age of five. The whole family has brown eyes and curly blond hair. They are always nice and fun to be around- they are that family you look at and say -i want to be like them. His name is Jeff and he just graduated with his MBA and finally got a nice little house for his family. He's served in the Bishopric and I'm pretty sure has never even thought a bad thing in his entire life.
We are actually double cousins. Don't worry, we're not inbred. Our mothers are sisters and our dads are brothers. So we basically grew up together. He is the oldest of five kids (the second being the only girl) just like in my family. His family has always been the model for mine I think. I always copied his sister and shadowed them around. I was pretty obnoxious. But its their fault for being so cool.
Anyways, when we were little and we would get together at our regular cousin parties (I think the Parry/Millburns could relate to the cousin parties) I recall Jeff leading us in this "Bananna Dance." We would do it in front of the whole neighborhood and some people would actually stop and want to join. Usually there was only like 15 cousins (3-4 families) doing it but it felt like 100 kids running all over the place acting like... well, "bannanas."
Anyways, I just wanted to tell the world how cool he is. And I don't know why bad things- yes- like cancer even, sometimes happen to the best people. Seriously. It actually makes me not want to try to be good. I don't understand it. Its like this monster that takes the best people.
I'm sorry if I offend anyone, but I've never been through something like this. Something where agency wasn't an option. I've always fasted and prayed for people to make the right decision, even myself at times, but not for fate. So we are having another family/friend fast this weekend. And you don't have to comment whether you are or are not, but if you need to fast this month, and are stretching for a cause, fast for this family.
So I am gonna fast. I am going to pray. And no matter what the outcome I know God lives. I know there is a plan. And the best part of life is that everything I learned in Primary is true. No matter what happens, in the end all will be well as long as we love God the most, and understand that He would never want to hurt us or make us feel bad. He will be with my family, with Jeff, Kim, and their beautiful children for now and forever to comfort us and to give us miracles. I know those truths. So as long as I know that, I guess I don't need to know why alot of things happen.
Monday, April 03, 2006
So I have been really mean lately...
So I have been really mean lately. Maybe more stupid. Probably both. I don't know whats in the water but I want to slap everyone I meet. But thats mostly people who come into Subway. I wish I could slap them after I ask them each question about their sandwich if they dont immediately reply. "Six inch or a foot long? ... I said six in or a food long?" WHACK!
problem solved.
I think am experiencing serious career burnout. Oh well, it was a good 3 months of discounted sandwiches.
But thats not all I have been bad about. I have been really mean to Brett lately and I just wanted to publicly appologize.
I am really sorry for being very insensitive.
There. That feels better. So now to reassure myself why Brett and I are together I will proceed to list the reasons he likes me.
1. I lied to him and told him I like sports as much as he does
2. I can eat more than him (and most people)
3. I don't discourage the dipping of the cheese sandwich into hot chocolate (but I don't encourage it either)
4. I'm a girl
5. I'm alot like George Castanza, and Brett likes him too
Now a list of reasons why I am like George Castanza
1. We are both stingy
2. We both have big wallets
3. I almost picked something out of the trash the other day at work... like when George ate the maple bar out of the garbage (don't worry, I stopped myself and told myself that was NOT ok and I didnt have to go to such measures)
4. We both told people that we had careers in something we did not
George= architect
Rachel= accountant (thats another story)
to be continued....
problem solved.
I think am experiencing serious career burnout. Oh well, it was a good 3 months of discounted sandwiches.
But thats not all I have been bad about. I have been really mean to Brett lately and I just wanted to publicly appologize.
I am really sorry for being very insensitive.
There. That feels better. So now to reassure myself why Brett and I are together I will proceed to list the reasons he likes me.
1. I lied to him and told him I like sports as much as he does
2. I can eat more than him (and most people)
3. I don't discourage the dipping of the cheese sandwich into hot chocolate (but I don't encourage it either)
4. I'm a girl
5. I'm alot like George Castanza, and Brett likes him too
Now a list of reasons why I am like George Castanza
1. We are both stingy
2. We both have big wallets
3. I almost picked something out of the trash the other day at work... like when George ate the maple bar out of the garbage (don't worry, I stopped myself and told myself that was NOT ok and I didnt have to go to such measures)
4. We both told people that we had careers in something we did not
George= architect
Rachel= accountant (thats another story)
to be continued....
Monday, March 27, 2006
Obviously the only thing she wants to talk about....
I'm back. I ran away from Papa when he was watching Animal Planet.
Otherwise I was thinking: wedding, wedding, wedding, subway, school, wedding, wedding, subway, subway... Brett Brett Brett.
There was no time for Blogging.
So here's some things on my mind and I wondered, what if I just ask for opinions?
Its about the wedding dinner so obviously Ron has the final say and can veto this out of the water.
But the ceremony is at 3:40 pm, the reception at 7:30..... the dinner is supposed to be crammed in there. I think it would be sufficient time... but it might not be enough time. What if we had a luncheon at like 12:45 pm- sharp to 2pm ish.
i am worried that will break up the day for people to much. And mostly be annoying for people coming from out of town. But I always thought it would be nice to lengthen the wedding... its not like you get to have your own wedding every day.
That way the reception could start at like 6:30 or whatever.
Does anyone have an opion on this. I haven't even asked Ron or my dad (aka the sugar daddies) so don't feel bad if I have to veto any comments.
Wednesday, March 08, 2006
This Guinea Pigs Name is Papa
Ok, Ok, I'm back. I just spent the last 5 days in Utah planning the most extravagant wedding known to man kind. Or Mormon kind....
Oh my. Sorry Pirate Joe, I had to delete the last entry because it was depressing to the Groom. And he gets to hear me vent and complain all the time anyways... so I have this sweet goal of not complaining for 24 hours... can I do it? Maybe another goal of not talking about my wedding for 24 hours? ...what was that? the world doesn't revolve around me???? I just got this memo. It probably got lost somewhere.
So if you are reading this. I can't tell you what is going to be at the reception, but it is more than me in a big puffy skirt and a million dollar cake... (that is a whole other story in which I can't dive into with this 24 hour complaining rule)
This thing, is so great, and if you are "human" or subject to human desires you will be very happy at this wedding. And no, it is not a basket of puppies... but that certainly is a good idea.
Sorry Pirate Joe. I didnt mean to delete those posts... just mine.
People fear not. I do not mean to offend the few, but precious contributors of the Rachel B Blog.
I love your postings with all my heart.
And I guess I should just do this.... but does anyone know how to add links to other pages? Like Matts.
I avoided adding because I kind of hoped they would delete the links to my page after they realized I wasn't saying anything cool.
Or maybe they thought I would write more about Brett.....
I just got this memo on my desk.....
oh the guinea pig? He was just meant to make you think if you kept reading, there would be something worthwhile about rodents here. Tricked ya!
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
a true story
Last Saturday began like any other for me. Maybe a little worse. I woke up with an infection in my eye and I felt greasier than usual. We had planned to go to Elk River Falls on Saturday the previous Monday. We hadn't been in almost a year. (We first had gone when we were just friends). None the less I didn't feel really up to it. I had a lot of homework which my job wasn't allowing time for, and right before we left someone called to get me to work. I wanted the extra money, but I looked over at Brett and he seemed more disappointed than usual.
My natural inclination was to skip the trip, take the shift, and do the homework.
But that Brett has the most darndable blue eyes....
So I went. My eyes hurt from whatever it was and I had to shade them or keep them close. It seems like he went back twice to my house to get something to help. Then he stopped at the Dollar Store on the way out and bought me some sun glasses. He picked out some white ones, and then said I looked like an alien. But he must like aliens cause he really wanted to buy me that pair. Then he was patient as I wandered the Dollar Store (who can resist the dollar store?) and then picked out a flower for me from the ginormous wall of fabric flowers. He picked exactly what I was looking at in the corner of my eye. That was nice.
50 minutes later we arrive at Elk River Falls Road to find it heaped with feet of snow. Undrivable, unhikable. Completely blocked off. He seemed pretty sad, but I didn't care much. I liked Moose Creek Reservoir just as much or more, as we had discovered that last October. It was only down the road a bit.
We went there to find the lakes frozen over. A sprinkling of people were ice fishing and it looked like so much fun. We goofed around on the small pond where no one was.
Walking back the entrance where there was an outlet from the reservoir where we stopped. The water that was seeping out was beneath the rocks so it proved easy to walk around and not get your feet wet. We threw rocks, broke blocks of ice, and had a good time.
Now, not to brag, but seriously to inform, I knew if I started dating Brett I would marry him. We were just friends at first, and hung out so I got to find out how awesome he was from an unskewed perpective. I was very freaked out by the thought of marriage a year ago. But I really liked Brett. He made life less serious, easier, and more enjoyable than normal. We both knew pretty much we would get married, it was just a matter of time. So from this comes this joke/phrase/whatever where he says "will you marry me" and I say yes. It usually starts out like, "Hey you got cute face, will you marry me?" and I like this- so I say yes.
He had already said it twice earlier, but only in the same conversation in which we also talked about Vanilla Ice.
(Earlier, while driving we saw a "Watch for Ice" sign. He interpreted that to me as- watch for Vanilla Ice, he is roaming this hills... something like big foot.)
I was looking out onto the snow covered hills and the perfectly green trees when he asked, "Will you marry me." I didn't think to look at him. I said yes, but continued to think about Vanilla Ice. He got closer and started fiddling in his pockets. I started to wonder if he was joking, because I was about to yell "get down on your knees boy!" but I realized he was really grabbing something.
Then BAM! He pulls out this huge blue box and pops it open to reveal the sweetest rock I've ever seen.
Are you really proposing?! Did you buy a ring? I kept asking over and over. Even though it was obvious. He got down ... I kept repeating myself... So he said "just say yes!"
We hugged and then had the best kiss ever.
(Should I leave that
tiny, bantam, bitty, cramped, diminutive, dwarf, humble, immature, inadequate, inconsequential, inconsiderable, insufficient, limited, little, meager, microscopic, mini, miniature, minuscule, minute, modest, monkey, narrow, paltry, petite, petty, picayune, piddling, pint-sized, pitiful, pocket-sized, poor, puny, pygmy, runty, scanty, scrubby, short, shrimp, slight, small-scale, stunted, teensy, teeny, toy, trifling, trivial, undersized, unpretentious, wee bit of information........ Yes.)
Friday May 19th 3:40 pm :)
My natural inclination was to skip the trip, take the shift, and do the homework.
But that Brett has the most darndable blue eyes....
So I went. My eyes hurt from whatever it was and I had to shade them or keep them close. It seems like he went back twice to my house to get something to help. Then he stopped at the Dollar Store on the way out and bought me some sun glasses. He picked out some white ones, and then said I looked like an alien. But he must like aliens cause he really wanted to buy me that pair. Then he was patient as I wandered the Dollar Store (who can resist the dollar store?) and then picked out a flower for me from the ginormous wall of fabric flowers. He picked exactly what I was looking at in the corner of my eye. That was nice.
50 minutes later we arrive at Elk River Falls Road to find it heaped with feet of snow. Undrivable, unhikable. Completely blocked off. He seemed pretty sad, but I didn't care much. I liked Moose Creek Reservoir just as much or more, as we had discovered that last October. It was only down the road a bit.
We went there to find the lakes frozen over. A sprinkling of people were ice fishing and it looked like so much fun. We goofed around on the small pond where no one was.
Walking back the entrance where there was an outlet from the reservoir where we stopped. The water that was seeping out was beneath the rocks so it proved easy to walk around and not get your feet wet. We threw rocks, broke blocks of ice, and had a good time.
Now, not to brag, but seriously to inform, I knew if I started dating Brett I would marry him. We were just friends at first, and hung out so I got to find out how awesome he was from an unskewed perpective. I was very freaked out by the thought of marriage a year ago. But I really liked Brett. He made life less serious, easier, and more enjoyable than normal. We both knew pretty much we would get married, it was just a matter of time. So from this comes this joke/phrase/whatever where he says "will you marry me" and I say yes. It usually starts out like, "Hey you got cute face, will you marry me?" and I like this- so I say yes.
He had already said it twice earlier, but only in the same conversation in which we also talked about Vanilla Ice.
(Earlier, while driving we saw a "Watch for Ice" sign. He interpreted that to me as- watch for Vanilla Ice, he is roaming this hills... something like big foot.)
I was looking out onto the snow covered hills and the perfectly green trees when he asked, "Will you marry me." I didn't think to look at him. I said yes, but continued to think about Vanilla Ice. He got closer and started fiddling in his pockets. I started to wonder if he was joking, because I was about to yell "get down on your knees boy!" but I realized he was really grabbing something.
Then BAM! He pulls out this huge blue box and pops it open to reveal the sweetest rock I've ever seen.
Are you really proposing?! Did you buy a ring? I kept asking over and over. Even though it was obvious. He got down ... I kept repeating myself... So he said "just say yes!"
We hugged and then had the best kiss ever.
(Should I leave that
tiny, bantam, bitty, cramped, diminutive, dwarf, humble, immature, inadequate, inconsequential, inconsiderable, insufficient, limited, little, meager, microscopic, mini, miniature, minuscule, minute, modest, monkey, narrow, paltry, petite, petty, picayune, piddling, pint-sized, pitiful, pocket-sized, poor, puny, pygmy, runty, scanty, scrubby, short, shrimp, slight, small-scale, stunted, teensy, teeny, toy, trifling, trivial, undersized, unpretentious, wee bit of information........ Yes.)
Friday May 19th 3:40 pm :)
Poster Children for Marriage
1 in 2 marriages ends in divorce. This statistic is not only a disheartning fact, it is a cry from the very roots of America asking for new hope. The hills weep. The mountains morn. And the brooks babble (brooks aren't likely to be much affected by stupid statistics.)
America cries out for help.
I was awoken by this fact early on last week. It was rather windy all day. The earth was sad. The earth did not say Hello (if you watched Willy Wonka, you might get that). I think Brett heard the cry of the wind also. After we had lunch with Pocahontas we decided that America needed an icon for Marriage. I said to Brett,"Let's do American Idol of Marriage. We sit at a table and tell each couple whats wrong with them."
"I think the idea is to get people excited about marriage, not to make them cry."
"I could make so many people cry." I said rubbing my greedy hands together.
"No!" Brett said as he splashed a glass of water in my face, "This isn't what this is about! And besides you've made too many people cry this week. I won't stand for it."
"You're right." I said wiping the kool aid off my cheeks. Suddenly I felt the urge to stand on the table in the middle of the commons. As the door opened across the room a flush of wind swept my hair widly into the air. Music started playing from nowhere. I looked down at Brett whose eyes shown with justice. That's right, Justice. He looked at me with the utmost sincerity and said, "we should do a Project Runway instead."
Suddenly the music stopped. You know, that sound it makes when you push the record needle off of the record. Because we've all used records to play those crazy Britney Spears hits back in the day. Or if that doesn't recall your memory, its the sound you hear when you are rockin' a turn-table.
Apparently there were rappers in the commons that day.
Anyways, I got off the table and stared at Brett.
"You know, project Runway. We could meet Heidi Klum."
"Whatever, I would so take her down."
"Point taken. Lets get just married and show everyone how its done."
"Yes, because we know everything about marriage."
"No silly," Brett said "But we sure could give it a try!"
And then we gave eachother high-fives, completed our special handshake, and we were engaged.
Uncle Jesse was so proud of us. And even though Danny was a little shaken at first, Uncle Joey told a few jokes and it was all better. Then Kimmy Gibler came over to the house and we made waffles.
The End.
America cries out for help.
I was awoken by this fact early on last week. It was rather windy all day. The earth was sad. The earth did not say Hello (if you watched Willy Wonka, you might get that). I think Brett heard the cry of the wind also. After we had lunch with Pocahontas we decided that America needed an icon for Marriage. I said to Brett,"Let's do American Idol of Marriage. We sit at a table and tell each couple whats wrong with them."
"I think the idea is to get people excited about marriage, not to make them cry."
"I could make so many people cry." I said rubbing my greedy hands together.
"No!" Brett said as he splashed a glass of water in my face, "This isn't what this is about! And besides you've made too many people cry this week. I won't stand for it."
"You're right." I said wiping the kool aid off my cheeks. Suddenly I felt the urge to stand on the table in the middle of the commons. As the door opened across the room a flush of wind swept my hair widly into the air. Music started playing from nowhere. I looked down at Brett whose eyes shown with justice. That's right, Justice. He looked at me with the utmost sincerity and said, "we should do a Project Runway instead."
Suddenly the music stopped. You know, that sound it makes when you push the record needle off of the record. Because we've all used records to play those crazy Britney Spears hits back in the day. Or if that doesn't recall your memory, its the sound you hear when you are rockin' a turn-table.
Apparently there were rappers in the commons that day.
Anyways, I got off the table and stared at Brett.
"You know, project Runway. We could meet Heidi Klum."
"Whatever, I would so take her down."
"Point taken. Lets get just married and show everyone how its done."
"Yes, because we know everything about marriage."
"No silly," Brett said "But we sure could give it a try!"
And then we gave eachother high-fives, completed our special handshake, and we were engaged.
Uncle Jesse was so proud of us. And even though Danny was a little shaken at first, Uncle Joey told a few jokes and it was all better. Then Kimmy Gibler came over to the house and we made waffles.
The End.
Friday, February 24, 2006
Things that Do have Purpose
A sort of response to Matt's essay on meaningless jobs. In my few weeks at my favorite fast food job (which shall remain nameless for legal purposes) in which I eat fresh and hang out with Jared Fogel, I have learned that most of my routine does have a very important purpose.
Things that do have a purpose
Do not set the spray bottle of Windex next to the spray bottle of water. When “artist” is in a rush to prepare bread, and they reach to spray the bread with a bottle of water, they might just grab the Windex and not notice its azure color until they already sprayed the bread. Then the customer stares at the “artist” in horror. They are no longer an “artist” they are a murderer. A murderer of bread.
I’m sorry Marcy. I’m sorry.
Do not try to “mix it up” when answering the phone. It may be the boss or his secretary.
I’m sorry Larry.
Do not put a pile of knives at the bottom of big soapy bin with all the other dishes.
I’m sorry Ben.
Don’t decide you are gonna “skip” saying hi to a few customer… especially when the boss is visiting.
I’m sorry customers.
Do not ring yourself up for purchases. Let the sympathetic supervisor do it for you. They may want to give you a better discount.
Always keep a good attitude. Like the time you may have let the left the ice tea switch on and let a gallon of ice tea run over the customers cup on to the counter and onto the floor. Do pretend like it didn’t happen and leave the mess there for someone to clean up while you are helping another customer.
I have yet to find a flaw in this logic.
Do not try to write lists of “Things that have a purpose” while trying to take notes in class. The teacher knows when your blogging, and goes through the notes at faster pace and you miss stuff. Grrr.
Do not set the spray bottle of Windex next to the spray bottle of water. When “artist” is in a rush to prepare bread, and they reach to spray the bread with a bottle of water, they might just grab the Windex and not notice its azure color until they already sprayed the bread. Then the customer stares at the “artist” in horror. They are no longer an “artist” they are a murderer. A murderer of bread.
I’m sorry Marcy. I’m sorry.
Do not try to “mix it up” when answering the phone. It may be the boss or his secretary.
I’m sorry Larry.
Do not put a pile of knives at the bottom of big soapy bin with all the other dishes.
I’m sorry Ben.
Don’t decide you are gonna “skip” saying hi to a few customer… especially when the boss is visiting.
I’m sorry customers.
Do not ring yourself up for purchases. Let the sympathetic supervisor do it for you. They may want to give you a better discount.
Always keep a good attitude. Like the time you may have let the left the ice tea switch on and let a gallon of ice tea run over the customers cup on to the counter and onto the floor. Do pretend like it didn’t happen and leave the mess there for someone to clean up while you are helping another customer.
I have yet to find a flaw in this logic.
Do not try to write lists of “Things that have a purpose” while trying to take notes in class. The teacher knows when your blogging, and goes through the notes at faster pace and you miss stuff. Grrr.
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
gonna git may a milbern....
YAY for Valentines Day!
Last year Brett asked me over to watch 24 and eat dinner. I thought it was yet another pity date, but whatever it was I had a really good time. He heated me up potatoes his best friends wife made and gave me a ring. It took 2 days to convince me that he didn't actually just find it on the ground and decide to give it to me.
Last February I began to hang out with Brett because me made me feel comfortable and happy. I could really be myself around him and he didnt seem to mind. Being with him felt like being with family...
...little did I know...
Monday, February 13, 2006
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
A Good Start
The Music
www.themusic.co.uk/
David Bowie (cause he's always in the top 3... of everything- the world even)
http://www.davidbowie.com/
The Moving Units
http://www.movingunits.net/indexx.html
The Like
www.Ilikethelike.com
Tristan Prettyman
http://www.tristanprettyman.com/
www.themusic.co.uk/
David Bowie (cause he's always in the top 3... of everything- the world even)
http://www.davidbowie.com/
The Moving Units
http://www.movingunits.net/indexx.html
The Like
www.Ilikethelike.com
Tristan Prettyman
http://www.tristanprettyman.com/
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
Charles in Charge
This is my man. That is me. Thats my mans friend.
Charles came to visit from Spokane~ he was recieved by 5 angry girls who were mad at me because I didnt tell them that Bretts friend was "hot." I thought that was just a given- Brett's hot, his friends are hot...
We went skating the first time he came, and man did Brett and Charles look adorable. They've been friends since birth and they look like little kids when they are together....
awwwww...
Charles came to visit from Spokane~ he was recieved by 5 angry girls who were mad at me because I didnt tell them that Bretts friend was "hot." I thought that was just a given- Brett's hot, his friends are hot...
We went skating the first time he came, and man did Brett and Charles look adorable. They've been friends since birth and they look like little kids when they are together....
awwwww...
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