Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Saturday, April 17, 2010
For those of you in the Salt Lake area- I highly recommend Sam Weller's Books. It has a slight taste of Powells books (which I'm also obsessed with. It's fine.) with a Utah twist (where else would you find LDS Conference reports from the 1940's. Really.) and I love it.
So... what makes this store so great?
The giant room that says "All blue tagged books $1". That was the end. I found this awesome book called "The Book of Lists" (refer to the title of this post). Don't worry, Rick and I read it for a while (maybe I kind of made him read it with me- but it's fine.) then because it was blue-tagged and I just happened to have exactly $1.07, I bought it.
You don't think I would leave you hanging and not give you a little taste?
So, for your enjoyment, a sampling from "The Book of Lists":
The Ten Most Landed-upon Monopoly Spaces:
- Illinois Avenue
- B. & O. Railroad
- Free Parking
- Tennesee Avenue
- New York Avenue
- Reading Railroad
- St. James Place
- Water Works
- Pennsylvania Railroad
Abigail Van Buren's Readers' 7 Most Unusual Problems
- "I'm a bus driver and want some information on how to become a shepherd."
- "I want to have a child but don't even have a boyfriend. Can you line me up with somebody?"
- "I hear there is life after death. If that is true, can you put me in touch with Uncle LeRoy Albert from Victoria, Tex.?"
- "Will you please send me all the information you have on the rythm method? I'm learning how to dance."
- "I'm a 50-year-old widow and my doctor says I need a husband or the equivilant. Would it be alright if I borrowed my sister's husband? It's all right with them."
- "My husband burns the hair out of his nose with a lighted match. And he thinks I'm crazy because I voted for Goldwater."
- "I can't trust my husband. He cheats so much I'm not even sure if my last baby is HIS."
Awesome, right? I think so.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
-SNOT (also see Snotty. That one also makes me laugh)
-FUZZIN (see a cousin that is also your friend- FUZZIN)
-WILLAMETTE (Especially if you say it wrong)
There are many more but I can't overwhelm you with all these amazing words!
I laughed out loud just typing this list- is that even okay?
Friday, April 9, 2010
“None of us should be like the fisherman who thinks he has been fishing all day
when in reality he has spent most of his time getting to and from the water, eating lunch, and fussing with his equipment. Fishing success is related to how long you have your line in the water, not to how long you are away from [your house].
Some fishermen are away from home for twelve hours and have their line in the
water for ten hours. Other fishermen are away from home for twelve hours and
have their line in the water for only two hours. This last type may wonder why
they do not have the same success as others.” --Dallin H. Oaks
I've always thought this was an interesting analogy... sometimes I feel like the first fisherman, accomplishing alot during the day- but lately I've been the second, Waking up early for work then after work- not taking advantage of the time I have to do homework, clean, or do the other things that I need. I spend too much time with my line not in the water and, while not expecting, I still hope for the same success as those the "first fisherman" days.
That is one of the most hard things about coming home from a mission. Going from doing something good for other people every minute of every day to becoming, for lack of a better word, Self-serving. I definitely miss those days of accomplishing a million things in one day- granted all of them were focused on one purpose so that made it a little easier. Being home provides the chance to accomplish a million things but they are all in different areas of life... I've never wished there were more hours in a day- until just recently... but it's true.
Guess I should go and get my waders on so I can catch a couple fish for dinner...
Good thing we have people like Dallin H. Oaks in this world to remind us of what we all can do to be a little better. Love it!
Thursday, April 1, 2010
One of the most ridiculous holidays I think- besides Valentines. People say it's because I'm bitter. I'm not. I had an "Un-Valentines date" last year- The boy I was dating at the time knew I didn't like it and took me out the day before. I was unimpressed- although I never not enjoy a little Olive Garden. My current boyfriend thinks he's going to make me like it next year. I just tell him it's a long ways away. I just think it's a silly holiday after the age of 12... see here.
Anyway... enough of that...
Back to why April Fools brings back memories... memories I would rather forget.
In my family my dad and 20-year old brother (who is now on a mission in Argentina) have always had this ongoing prank war every April 1st. I'm not gonna lie. They are pretty creative. They've done everything from the classic "rubber-band-on-the-sink-sprayer" to things I'm sure have been erased from my memory in order to stay sane.
The one I remember most (but wish was included in that list of "erased from memory") has affected my eating habits for life.
Ever had Mint Oreos? yeah... I can't eat them anymore.
First, let me tell you- I love Chocolate and mint. Thin Mints, Cookies and Mint Ice Cream, Even when I was younger I always got the Chocolate-mint floride treatment at the dentist. So when word in the house is that there are Mint OREOS I was all over that. (This was long before Nabisco introduced the Real stuff) My Dad was so kind to give me one... Let me remind you that it is April 1st. AND my dad has his game plans already in action to get my brother this year... yeah. Mint Oreos... Or regular Oreos with TOOTHPASTE inside. I'm pretty sure it took me a couple chews before I realized it did NOT taste right. Then my dad informed me of his April Fools joke... To this day I can't even look at a package of mint oreos (I would love them had this incident not happened- I've tasted them before- they taste good- but the memories...) without thinking "TOOTHPASTE"...
So, please, if you visit me on April Fools day- I'd prefer you not celebrate it.
Just call me Grinch.