In a minor miracle today, I cleaned up my kitchen without prodding, friends visiting, or assistance. I am quite proud of myself.
I get to see my sister today! And Isaac, Kadin, and Jeriah. I'm thrilled to pieces about this. Last Tuesday was Kadin's birthday. The only good thing about that day! So we got her some presents and while shopping picked up an adorable onesie for new baby Houf. Ach, baby clothes... I'm gonna spend so much money when I have a baby on adorable clothes.... Nathan is gonna get into the stroller/car seat/high tech baby stuff and I will be found in the clothing section going, "AWWWW!" over and over and over. By the way, Threadless has adorable baby clothes... and then on top of that they have "hoodsies." That is a onesie with a hood. *melts into a pile of goo* As Kara says, (quoteing something/one else?) Could you just die!?! ... ...sooo I'm not sure how well that phrase translates in text, so for context say it out loud to yourself in the same manner that one speaks about baby clothes or puppies and kittens or small Asian children. Does it make sense to you now? Ok, good!
I don't really have much to say about the state of the world today. We finally got Nathan's jeep fixed. We'd been putting it off for like a week and a half, being a one car family but we finally took it in and discovered it was just a bad battery- 82 dollars later and we were good to go! Now for my car, of which the brakes have been acting funky for months but every time we take it in they tell us that everything looks ok... If everything looks ok then while does it make a loud clicking noise and freak out when I try to stop first thing every morning? I can work around it to some extent but if it happens every time I start my car then there are going to be times when I'm out in public and need to stop and not continue for about a foot farther than I should. Parking lots and stopping before I pull into traffic come to mind. (I haven't been driving my car that much, needless to say.) But we are taking it to a different mechanic next week and I'm supremely happy about this.
I've been playing Paper Mario this week and I like it muchly. It was a present from my dear husband for my birthday. He also got me the first video game I ever owned (Kingdom Hearts) for my birthday when I turned like 23 or 22 or something. I was a late bloomer, what can I say?
Friday, August 27, 2010
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Public Service Announcement
I have something to say.
I think it is something everyone needs to hear.
Perhaps you should sit down....Wait, you are reading this on a computer and are in all likelihood already sitting.
Way to be prepared.
Are you ready? Here goes:
No Sugar Added Mint Chip Ice Cream sweetened with Splenda does *not* taste like regular ice cream.
NOR are the "chocolatey chips" in anyway reminiscent of chocolate except in general dark brown color. Do not be fooled.
...
In other news,
Adding peppermint oil and chocolate chips to regular vanilla ice cream is not a good idea, and it doesn't taste like Mint Chip Ice Cream either.
Life is full of disappointments... some small and some so very great.
I think it is something everyone needs to hear.
Perhaps you should sit down....Wait, you are reading this on a computer and are in all likelihood already sitting.
Way to be prepared.
Are you ready? Here goes:
No Sugar Added Mint Chip Ice Cream sweetened with Splenda does *not* taste like regular ice cream.
NOR are the "chocolatey chips" in anyway reminiscent of chocolate except in general dark brown color. Do not be fooled.
...
In other news,
Adding peppermint oil and chocolate chips to regular vanilla ice cream is not a good idea, and it doesn't taste like Mint Chip Ice Cream either.
Life is full of disappointments... some small and some so very great.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
not gonna write you a blog post...
We go to get a long plastic tube out of Nathan tomorrow... Port removal is a big milestone for cancer patients (all of them, I assume.) Because it means that you no longer need daily (or even weekly) infusions of something to keep you going. It means that the awful lifesaving treatment is over and you are well on your way to recovery. It means that that health is approaching. It means that normal is coming... it's just around that river bend, Pocahontas!
I'm thrilled... and a little nervous, because last time we had to deal with the radiology it was with Nathan going in and it was not smooth. I think this time it will be though... Because all they have to do is pull it out. Removal is easy, insertion is the tricky part.
Gosh I feel like I have too many thoughts running about in my head. Perhaps I will take a page from the Pioneer Woman and just make a list to clear out my brain.
1) The left side of my head and neck hurt, but the right side is fine. I think this is because my right side got tired of holding up my ginormous cranium and made my left side do it and my left side is a pansy.
2) Pansies are in my top 3 favorite flowers. Pansies, Tulips, and most Lilies (I've never been a fan of calla lilies).
3) A random thought struck me today at work-- I hate dissection. both literally and metaphorically. Analyzation, fine. Dissection, no.
4) I refuse to buy Charmin toliet paper because of it's stupid bear commercials, even though I think it would probably be my favorite brand.
5)The only time I ever get the urge to clean up my kitchen is when I have friends over hanging out... And no one goes into my kitchen so it isn't because of shame. I think this is what defines me as an extrovert.
6) I think I am minorly talented at a lot of things but not majorly talented in anything... I can't decide if I think I prefer that or not.
7) Nathan and I will randomly get into a loop where he says something and then I respond (or vice versa) and then he says the same thing again and then I respond with the same thing again and this will go on for as long as we can stand it before we start busting up. We think this is a hilarious couple thing that we do. Anyone looking in from the outside would either think they were in the matrix or that we needed to be committed.
8) Sometimes the loop is non-verbal.
9) I hate driving so much. I totally blame this on nightmares I used to have as a child that my parents were both too sick to drive and I had to get them to the hospital but I was too short to reach the pedals and then the brakes didn't work. I blame these nightmares on the Little House Books... in particular the one where Mary looses her eyesight from the fever that hits everyone but Laura.
10) When I was in kindergarten I was very confused as to how one became a princess. Then my teacher told me I needed to marry a prince, so that became my goal. "Great!" I thought, as I laid down for nap time, "Now all I need to do is find a prince!"
11) I had a complex when I was in elementary school. I thought you couldn't wear your book bag on just one shoulder until you got to be old enough...the third grade. *nods sagely* Every once in a while I would wear it on one shoulder and I always felt like such a rebel.
OK that's all for now-- need to go sleep. Love you all!
I'm thrilled... and a little nervous, because last time we had to deal with the radiology it was with Nathan going in and it was not smooth. I think this time it will be though... Because all they have to do is pull it out. Removal is easy, insertion is the tricky part.
Gosh I feel like I have too many thoughts running about in my head. Perhaps I will take a page from the Pioneer Woman and just make a list to clear out my brain.
1) The left side of my head and neck hurt, but the right side is fine. I think this is because my right side got tired of holding up my ginormous cranium and made my left side do it and my left side is a pansy.
2) Pansies are in my top 3 favorite flowers. Pansies, Tulips, and most Lilies (I've never been a fan of calla lilies).
3) A random thought struck me today at work-- I hate dissection. both literally and metaphorically. Analyzation, fine. Dissection, no.
4) I refuse to buy Charmin toliet paper because of it's stupid bear commercials, even though I think it would probably be my favorite brand.
5)The only time I ever get the urge to clean up my kitchen is when I have friends over hanging out... And no one goes into my kitchen so it isn't because of shame. I think this is what defines me as an extrovert.
6) I think I am minorly talented at a lot of things but not majorly talented in anything... I can't decide if I think I prefer that or not.
7) Nathan and I will randomly get into a loop where he says something and then I respond (or vice versa) and then he says the same thing again and then I respond with the same thing again and this will go on for as long as we can stand it before we start busting up. We think this is a hilarious couple thing that we do. Anyone looking in from the outside would either think they were in the matrix or that we needed to be committed.
8) Sometimes the loop is non-verbal.
9) I hate driving so much. I totally blame this on nightmares I used to have as a child that my parents were both too sick to drive and I had to get them to the hospital but I was too short to reach the pedals and then the brakes didn't work. I blame these nightmares on the Little House Books... in particular the one where Mary looses her eyesight from the fever that hits everyone but Laura.
10) When I was in kindergarten I was very confused as to how one became a princess. Then my teacher told me I needed to marry a prince, so that became my goal. "Great!" I thought, as I laid down for nap time, "Now all I need to do is find a prince!"
11) I had a complex when I was in elementary school. I thought you couldn't wear your book bag on just one shoulder until you got to be old enough...the third grade. *nods sagely* Every once in a while I would wear it on one shoulder and I always felt like such a rebel.
OK that's all for now-- need to go sleep. Love you all!
Friday, August 20, 2010
All the Songs About September Are So Melancholy!
So between getting nostalgic for the Scholars days earlier this week, move-in weekend, and baking about 16.5 dozen cookies (some of which I will keep for us but most of them going to the New Student Festival on Sunday) I've been thinking about college a lot. I really loved college. It's where I met my best friends/ husband, where I learned to trust people outside of my family with the "real" me, and got a better idea of who the "real" me actually is... oh yeah and I got a degree I don't use. But that's ok... it was worth it anyway. There were some rough times, but I don't really remember them that well...mainly I just remember staying up late and a lot of laughter and cookie baking. Oh and flirting... we were young and mainly single after all.
How did you guys "crush" on people? I think I was weird in this respect. Basically what I did throughout high school is that I would pine away for one guy for a whole year. Then over the summer I would get over him and then when I went back to school I would like someone else and moon over him for a year. I never wanted the guy to know (how embarrassing!) and I always tried to seem as though I wasn't affected by any of that silly stuff. This led to three things: 1) not having a boyfriend in HS, 2) being the good friend (aka the one people went to to talk about their relationship woes... ironic considering I had never been in a relationship), and 3) not having a CLUE how to flirt or recognize flirting when it was directed at me. This "pretending-to-be-above-it-while-secretly-crushing-on-someone" thing continued into college, until I discovered a couple of things. 1) The whole unattainable love thing is *miserable.* 2) If I actually knew that the guy wasn't interested then I was no longer interested. The thing is I had to be sure that he wasn't interested, and just telling myself, "he isn't interested" didn't work cause I've always been a hopeless romantic and heroines in many a Jane Austen book tell themselves a man is not interested when the reader knows he actually is. So since life is so very similar to Jane Austen books, normally, I came up with a really weird system. I would develop a crush on a guy. I would get to be better friends and pay attention when he was around for several months and see if I was still interested. I would do all the fun squealing and over-analyzing every sentence with my girlfriends. And then when it started to get to the part where it's not fun anymore- you know, when it's just angsty and melancholy -here's the crazy part- I'd tell him. It sounds crazy but if you will note the 3rd result from high school you will see that I didn't have a clue how to flirt or to tell if someone is flirting back or just being a genuinely nice guy. (And *goodness* knows I only ever fell for the really nice ones!) So what was a girl to do? The thing is I'm totally shy so I'd never have the guts to tell him to his face, so normally this came in the form of an e-mail or letter. Not IM because that's kinda a big thing to broadside someone with and then expect them to have some sort of immediate response (I reasoned to myself.) Plus, I think the suspense might have been something I enjoyed... the last few hours/days of hope while waiting for a response... who knows. Kara was always very much against me telling the guy each time I would discuss it with her... she felt I was not guarding my heart by telling the guy.. that I wasn't making him fight for me. And that's true and good advice that followed the words of the Christian relationship counselors of the day- I read Elisabeth Elliot, too! But I did not take this advice. I'm kinda a one guy girl, so when I would find out for sure that the guy wasn't interested in me... well I'd mope about for about a week and then I'd be ok and start noticing other guys. It honestly got to a point where I would say something to the effect of "I'm pretty sure you aren't interested, but I have to tell you that I like you so I can get over you." I probably sounded a little desperate and like a big whopper, but it really was the truth! Ok, granted, I only did this with 3 or 4 guys that I can recall, and my real relationship did not start because I told Nathan I had a crush on him... but honestly it was really effective for me and I wasn't wasting my time being all star eyed over someone who had no interest in me... plus I never have to worry about might have beens. I do feel a bit sorry for the guys, cause most of them were totally scared off by this approach. If they could handle it, though, I was fine being around them and didn't "relapse" (though the poor things were probably terrified and over-analyzing their own every move this time around.) What can I say? When it comes to relationships, I've always been a bit intense.
You know... you think you know where a blog post is gonna go and then it just takes a left turn at Albuquerque and suddenly you find yourself rambling on about how you handled crushes in the far distant past.... You know, like 5 years ago. I think this is the problem with titling blogs before you write them. Perhaps something to try to remember for the future....
How did you guys "crush" on people? I think I was weird in this respect. Basically what I did throughout high school is that I would pine away for one guy for a whole year. Then over the summer I would get over him and then when I went back to school I would like someone else and moon over him for a year. I never wanted the guy to know (how embarrassing!) and I always tried to seem as though I wasn't affected by any of that silly stuff. This led to three things: 1) not having a boyfriend in HS, 2) being the good friend (aka the one people went to to talk about their relationship woes... ironic considering I had never been in a relationship), and 3) not having a CLUE how to flirt or recognize flirting when it was directed at me. This "pretending-to-be-above-it-while-secretly-crushing-on-someone" thing continued into college, until I discovered a couple of things. 1) The whole unattainable love thing is *miserable.* 2) If I actually knew that the guy wasn't interested then I was no longer interested. The thing is I had to be sure that he wasn't interested, and just telling myself, "he isn't interested" didn't work cause I've always been a hopeless romantic and heroines in many a Jane Austen book tell themselves a man is not interested when the reader knows he actually is. So since life is so very similar to Jane Austen books, normally, I came up with a really weird system. I would develop a crush on a guy. I would get to be better friends and pay attention when he was around for several months and see if I was still interested. I would do all the fun squealing and over-analyzing every sentence with my girlfriends. And then when it started to get to the part where it's not fun anymore- you know, when it's just angsty and melancholy -here's the crazy part- I'd tell him. It sounds crazy but if you will note the 3rd result from high school you will see that I didn't have a clue how to flirt or to tell if someone is flirting back or just being a genuinely nice guy. (And *goodness* knows I only ever fell for the really nice ones!) So what was a girl to do? The thing is I'm totally shy so I'd never have the guts to tell him to his face, so normally this came in the form of an e-mail or letter. Not IM because that's kinda a big thing to broadside someone with and then expect them to have some sort of immediate response (I reasoned to myself.) Plus, I think the suspense might have been something I enjoyed... the last few hours/days of hope while waiting for a response... who knows. Kara was always very much against me telling the guy each time I would discuss it with her... she felt I was not guarding my heart by telling the guy.. that I wasn't making him fight for me. And that's true and good advice that followed the words of the Christian relationship counselors of the day- I read Elisabeth Elliot, too! But I did not take this advice. I'm kinda a one guy girl, so when I would find out for sure that the guy wasn't interested in me... well I'd mope about for about a week and then I'd be ok and start noticing other guys. It honestly got to a point where I would say something to the effect of "I'm pretty sure you aren't interested, but I have to tell you that I like you so I can get over you." I probably sounded a little desperate and like a big whopper, but it really was the truth! Ok, granted, I only did this with 3 or 4 guys that I can recall, and my real relationship did not start because I told Nathan I had a crush on him... but honestly it was really effective for me and I wasn't wasting my time being all star eyed over someone who had no interest in me... plus I never have to worry about might have beens. I do feel a bit sorry for the guys, cause most of them were totally scared off by this approach. If they could handle it, though, I was fine being around them and didn't "relapse" (though the poor things were probably terrified and over-analyzing their own every move this time around.) What can I say? When it comes to relationships, I've always been a bit intense.
You know... you think you know where a blog post is gonna go and then it just takes a left turn at Albuquerque and suddenly you find yourself rambling on about how you handled crushes in the far distant past.... You know, like 5 years ago. I think this is the problem with titling blogs before you write them. Perhaps something to try to remember for the future....
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
A Tale of Two Labels: Vampires and Inherent Good
So I think I've gotten addicted to the equivalent of a soap opera... only it's a series of books. To back up, let me say that I've always enjoyed vampire books, even before they were cool. I was close to the beginning of the train on the Twilight books, and while I've never really been all that thrilled with the "traditional" vampire (Aka Evil Incarnate, Bat Dude) I do really love the character of the misunderstood bad guy/girl who is reformed by goodness of some sort. It's not that I don't respect history, it's that I can only relate to evil incarnate on one level-fear/disgust.... ok maybe that is two levels. Whereas temptation, (a *huge* theme in vampire books) now that I can relate to on just about every level. So I started reading the House of Night books because 1) I like Vampire books 2) vampire books are insanely popular these days so they are easy to come by 3) it is a much different form of vampirism than normal (it's a genetic mutation/disease) so that's always interesting. And there is a lot in the books I don't really like, and I do *not* recommend them for anyone younger than high school, and even then there are things I'm not totally comfortable with. One thing I do really like is that the main character fights very much for the side of good in this fictional world, but at the same time it's "real." And what I mean by "real" is that she messes up sometimes and hurts her friends. She makes bad decisions and has to face the consequences, and even when she makes the right decisions not all of the consequences are good. Everything is messy, nothing is clear-cut, and choosing the right option isn't easy. But there is still a right option and at the end of the day/book series I know that evil good is going to triumph, though I am usually surprised at the plot twist that gets thrown at the end. Oh and the part that makes it a teenage soap opera is the death/reincarnation, amnesia, love triangles (...squares... pentagons), trapping people in towers, final showdowns (that aren't final at all) and too much focus on sex. Though at least there are no pregnancy plot lines!
I think what all this points out to me, though, is my firm belief in the possibility of good inside everyone. Some people call this being naive but it's the only way I can live. I think it's really easy to see people in categories. It's what our minds naturally do to cope with all the millions of individuals who inhabit the same planet that we do. Where I think we run into problems is when the categories turn into enemies, or even just faceless "masses." It is easy to hate someone you think already hates you. It's easy to hurt someone else if they are just part of "them." But I think that if people were to look at each other and see the human being on the other end that crime/war/hate would start to end. I don't think that everyone on this planet is going to like each other, by any means and I don't think that the world can be changed if we just start blindly trusting everyone. I guess it all comes back to choice. People can choose good or evil (and yes I know that some choices are not that clear cut!) but the individual chooses and then has to live with the consequences of that choice (hopefully), but I (perhaps naively) think that if a person could see exactly what the people on the receiving end are experiencing/will experience because of their choice then they would choose for the good.
But you know, I'm not really that good at introspection, so it's hard to know which came first- rooting for the bad guy to find humanity and make a noble sacrifice at the last moment or the belief that the bad guys still hold on to a silver of humanity... or perhaps this is just my favorite of all soap boxes and it's late so I'm not properly editing myself. Ahhhh blogging, thy name is Written Babbling. And that's kinda an odd name. For reals, yo.
As I've mentioned. It's late and I am tired. Adieu, until the morrow.
Ok, I just wrote in two labels for this post- Vampires and inherent good.... I'm such a weird kinda nerd!
I think what all this points out to me, though, is my firm belief in the possibility of good inside everyone. Some people call this being naive but it's the only way I can live. I think it's really easy to see people in categories. It's what our minds naturally do to cope with all the millions of individuals who inhabit the same planet that we do. Where I think we run into problems is when the categories turn into enemies, or even just faceless "masses." It is easy to hate someone you think already hates you. It's easy to hurt someone else if they are just part of "them." But I think that if people were to look at each other and see the human being on the other end that crime/war/hate would start to end. I don't think that everyone on this planet is going to like each other, by any means and I don't think that the world can be changed if we just start blindly trusting everyone. I guess it all comes back to choice. People can choose good or evil (and yes I know that some choices are not that clear cut!) but the individual chooses and then has to live with the consequences of that choice (hopefully), but I (perhaps naively) think that if a person could see exactly what the people on the receiving end are experiencing/will experience because of their choice then they would choose for the good.
But you know, I'm not really that good at introspection, so it's hard to know which came first- rooting for the bad guy to find humanity and make a noble sacrifice at the last moment or the belief that the bad guys still hold on to a silver of humanity... or perhaps this is just my favorite of all soap boxes and it's late so I'm not properly editing myself. Ahhhh blogging, thy name is Written Babbling. And that's kinda an odd name. For reals, yo.
As I've mentioned. It's late and I am tired. Adieu, until the morrow.
Ok, I just wrote in two labels for this post- Vampires and inherent good.... I'm such a weird kinda nerd!
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Babies Backwards-R Post
So I have permission to announce that my little sister is expecting, again!! I'm very excited about new Baby Houf. 1) Because I love new nieces and nephews and 2) Because I love buying baby clothes and having a reason to roam about the baby shoe sections. Mainly I just love babies- especially ones that are related to me and since we do not know about our current/future fertility it's nice to have a few adorable babies around so that I can remember that it's also good to be an aunt who can give the baby back when it needs a diaper change or starts crying.
I love picking out/ discussing baby names, as well. People who don't know me well always get this big eyed expression when I say I have a baby naming book. First off, I'm not very secretive so admitting to having a baby naming book pretty much means as much as not having one. But I just like the book. I think it's a great past time to sit around and come up with favorite names. Plus, if you've never looked at it, the Baby Name Wizard really is a fun book. It's got all sorts of interesting information in it, like when a name was most popular. It also has categories of names- things like "Old Testament" or "Nick-name proof" or my personal favorite, "Porch Sitters." Thanks, Amber, good gift!
I recently discovered a new form of adoption that Nathan and I are considering if fertility does not come back (this is a ways away, not at all in the immediate plans and *no* actual plans have been or are being made) It's called embryo adoption. Basically there are lots of couples who have done in-vitro fertilization and not needed all of the embryos that they froze to complete their family, and so they have a chance to donate these embryos to couples who can't have children on their own. I really like the idea because there is no possibility of the biological parents backing out. I can't even imagine that heartache. Plus, I would really like to experience pregnancy (though it also scares me to death!) and I really want to be there when every "big moment" happens in those first few months. Plus, you can have siblings that are related to each other, and one of the biggest things to me is that it gives all those poor little frozen babies a chance to be born. Like I said, nothing is actually decided, and obviously we are big fans of "regular" adoption, too. But this was an option I'd never heard or even thought of, so I thought I would share. First choice, of course, is to not have to worry about it at all, but barring that I also love to ponder adorable little Asian babies, so obviously nothing is set in stone. I just have to keep reminding myself that 27 is not that old, and God's got it under control.
In other news, Smith's Resteraunt on Glenstone??? OMG SOOOOO GOOOOOD!
Hope I didn't just oversell.
I love picking out/ discussing baby names, as well. People who don't know me well always get this big eyed expression when I say I have a baby naming book. First off, I'm not very secretive so admitting to having a baby naming book pretty much means as much as not having one. But I just like the book. I think it's a great past time to sit around and come up with favorite names. Plus, if you've never looked at it, the Baby Name Wizard really is a fun book. It's got all sorts of interesting information in it, like when a name was most popular. It also has categories of names- things like "Old Testament" or "Nick-name proof" or my personal favorite, "Porch Sitters." Thanks, Amber, good gift!
I recently discovered a new form of adoption that Nathan and I are considering if fertility does not come back (this is a ways away, not at all in the immediate plans and *no* actual plans have been or are being made) It's called embryo adoption. Basically there are lots of couples who have done in-vitro fertilization and not needed all of the embryos that they froze to complete their family, and so they have a chance to donate these embryos to couples who can't have children on their own. I really like the idea because there is no possibility of the biological parents backing out. I can't even imagine that heartache. Plus, I would really like to experience pregnancy (though it also scares me to death!) and I really want to be there when every "big moment" happens in those first few months. Plus, you can have siblings that are related to each other, and one of the biggest things to me is that it gives all those poor little frozen babies a chance to be born. Like I said, nothing is actually decided, and obviously we are big fans of "regular" adoption, too. But this was an option I'd never heard or even thought of, so I thought I would share. First choice, of course, is to not have to worry about it at all, but barring that I also love to ponder adorable little Asian babies, so obviously nothing is set in stone. I just have to keep reminding myself that 27 is not that old, and God's got it under control.
In other news, Smith's Resteraunt on Glenstone??? OMG SOOOOO GOOOOOD!
Hope I didn't just oversell.
Friday, August 13, 2010
A Lot on Reading and a Little on a TV Show
So yesterday I went to the library and picked up 7 books and a CD. I do not think this is notable, especially as I had turned in 10 the day before. Basically what I do is I request a whole bunch of books from the library. (My hold list is usually somewhere in the 20's) They all have different amounts of other people's holds, which means that I get the holds at different times (I freeze the ones that are later in the series if the 1st one has a bunch of holds, so that I move up the queue*, but do not actually get the book till I tell them to unfreeze it.) So usually I get 3-4 books every 3-4 days, and it works out nicely. However sometimes I hit a streak where I get a LOT of books all at once, it's usually followed by a lull, so it's fine by me, and honestly reading a book a day is not at all unusual for me. I read books and cook/watch tv/do stuff on the computer and just read by itself. It does mean that I don't pay a whole lot of attention to poor Nathan- sometimes he just comes and sits next to me and that's how I know I need to put the book down and pay attention to him. I couldn't really do it in college cause there was so much else going on, but this has always been the way with me and books. I love them so. What I like to read and why is a whole other subject matter, but not really the point of this here ramblin' paragraph. What IS the point is that yesterday when I was checking out the librarian asked me if I wanted to keep my little hold slips of paper in the books. I shrugged and said I didn't care. This apparently threw her for a loop because she didn't know if I was an "any old scrap of paper will do" bookmarker or a "I have a fancy-pants bookmark" bookmarker. Apparently I *really* boggled her mind when I told her that I actually just remember the page number. I didn't think this was that big of a deal. I only read one book at a time, normally, and sometimes I use a bookmark, but it's not that hard to figure out where you were in a book, even if you don't remember the page number. Granted it's not that unusual for me to not need a bookmark, because I read the whole book in one sitting, but from this lady's reaction you would have thought I had just transformed into a demigod. "Oh you just REMEMBER the number? I don't hear that very often. You just *remember* it?" *flabbergasted flabbergasted flabbergasted* This has led me to believe that either my whole life I have lived the lie that you do not need a bookmark, or that this lady is a little nuts. Now while the first would explain the fact that they *sell* fancy bookmarks, (which does shock/confuse me a bit) I think the latter is probably the case. What say you?
Also Nathan and I have been watching "How I Met Your Mother" and I love it. I love it so much that I've been wondering how much it would cost to just go out and get the next disc from the video store so that I don't have to wait so long for net flix to deliver it... or how much just purchasing it would cost. Honestly I probably *shouldn't* delve into how much purchasing it would cost... cause then it will always be there in the back of my brain. Tempting.... tempting... tempting.... But seriously, TV on DVD? Possibly one of the greatest inventions of this century... Though I doubt Hoo-lan would agree. Ok I need to go and eat something... and probably start reading, again.
* I would like to thank Roller Coaster Tycoon for teaching me the word queue, but I still don't understand why it is not pronounced K-yoo-ee. The extra ue are like que's trophy wife.
Also Nathan and I have been watching "How I Met Your Mother" and I love it. I love it so much that I've been wondering how much it would cost to just go out and get the next disc from the video store so that I don't have to wait so long for net flix to deliver it... or how much just purchasing it would cost. Honestly I probably *shouldn't* delve into how much purchasing it would cost... cause then it will always be there in the back of my brain. Tempting.... tempting... tempting.... But seriously, TV on DVD? Possibly one of the greatest inventions of this century... Though I doubt Hoo-lan would agree. Ok I need to go and eat something... and probably start reading, again.
* I would like to thank Roller Coaster Tycoon for teaching me the word queue, but I still don't understand why it is not pronounced K-yoo-ee. The extra ue are like que's trophy wife.
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