Archive for October, 2009

October 22nd, 2009

to the five people who read my blog

I’ve been confused since October began about when Daylight Savings would take place. I just did a little research and would like all of you to know that Daylight Savings will be at 2 am November 1.

It’s always been funny to me that it’s specified as 2 am.

I had a roommate my freshman year of college who thought she had to wait up until 2 am to change her clock. Silly girl. Most people just change their clocks (in this case, an hour back) before they go to sleep. She made such a big deal about it being Daylight Savings and how excited she was that we get an “extra” hour of sleep, but lamented that the hour was wasted since you had be up until 2 to change the clocks. I tried to explain to her that she could change her clock before she went to sleep, then it would be at the right time when she got up. She didn’t believe me, so we went to bed and she stayed up to change her clock at 2 am.

October 21st, 2009

evidence of exhaustion or insanity?

Some occurrences over the last week have me wondering if I should be allowed to drive:

Being a student for quite some time now, I thought I had the routine down. I have been thinking wrong. Last Friday I walked into my lit class with only a pen and my essay; no paper for notes and no recently read novel to refer to during discussion. Paper and novel are the staples of my major. I took notes on my bookmark which, ironically, I had with me instead of the book it goes with. I think my notes on my bookmark (which happens to be a coupon to the bookstore) are kind of entertaining to read.

While taking notes in a different class Monday afternoon, I misspelled a few words that I never misspell: “earch” (earth), “coarch” (coach). I also wrote down some words/phrases that I have no idea what mean in the context of our class discussion: “hose keeping,” “sine,” “keep governments to keep,” “nalf,” “irrmeaburably.” I have no idea what “nalf” or “irrmeaburbably” even mean.

The date I wrote on my paper yesterday: 20 Feb 2006. I have no idea why I went back three years…or the significance of February suddenly.

I wonder if the bookstore will still let me use my coupon…

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October 19th, 2009

a crash-course in motherhood

Our friends Britnie and Josiah called about midnight Saturday (or Sunday morning I guess) asking us to take care of their young son, Enoch, because she was going into labor with their second. Of course we said yes.

Enoch

What did I learn in my 32 hours of motherhood?

Moms are stronger than they look. Every muscle in my body hurts. Carrying 17 pounds of child and 20 pounds of diaper bag miscellanea really takes a toll on the unaccustomed body. I honestly don’t know how people do it with only two arms.

Motherhood is a 24-hour commitment. It’s an obvious statement, but it’s a BIG commitment to make.

We will never, ever use cloth diapers. Enoch wears cloth diapers. Let’s just say they’re not for me, I will keep the disgusting urine–stained details to myself.curiosity

I’m going to need a mommy bra that can handle all the bending over, standing up, picking up, tugging on, bending over again, chasing around, crawling on the floor, leaning over the tub, etc. I don’t actually know that one exists, so maybe I should invent it before I have children.

I enjoy my selfish lifestyle: waking up when suits me, going to bed when I feel like it, feeding myself, dressing myself, being able to focus on a project without interruption, and being able to hold something without it being grabbed at, ruined, eaten, slobbered on, and otherwise mangled.

Children never hold still, therefore you can rarely capture that one truly great moment.

determinationOf course there were plenty of fun moments. After Enoch got used to the idea that he was staying with us for a while, there were smiles and giggles. Even when my immediate attention wasn’t needed, I sat and watched him play and babble to himself.

I liked to watch the funny things that he would do: sit on his sippy cup and pretend to talk on the phone, try on all of Matt’s shirts and shoes, push my stool around and ride it like a horse, lead the music at church, dance around everywhere, and stuff things into every crevice he could find.

When Enoch and I came home from church Sunday, I was exhausted so we relaxed on the bed. When Matt came home from his church meetings we were both asleep on the bed, so he joined us. Enoch woke up so happy. He had a big grin on his face and was so happy just to look at us and play with our faces. We all just stayed in bed and laughed and played. It made the weekend worth it.

I have to admit: I kind of miss the little guy and his big smiles (not the diapers).

October 16th, 2009

[with brows furrowed]

I hung my brown towel after using it today and noticed a bleach spot. This confuses me. When I wash towels, I wash them all together, without bleach.

I just switched a load of blue towels from the washer to the dryer and noticed another bleach spot on a blue towel. I have no idea how it got there.

The facts:

The brown towels were washed several loads before the blue towels.

I rarely use bleach.

I haven’t used bleach in quite some time.

No other items had bleach spots on them, only one brown towel and one blue towel in their separate loads.

I’m managing to ruin our towels one at a time.

I’m confused.

October 15th, 2009

oh the roaring 1920s

My research for my family history class brought me to some newspaper articles from the 1920s. I don’t know what it is, but these news stories are hilarious. Absolutely hilarious.

A few of my favorite headlines:

“RUNS AMUCK WITH SHOTGUN,

“Overpowered and Taken to Jail; Friends Blame Moonshine.”


“Pity the Weak Skinny Children.”


“HOSPITAL IS TORN BY BLAST,

“Explosion Endangers Patients and Nurses; Sheriff on Guard.”


“POSSES STILL HUNT BANDITS,

“One Dead, Two Wounded As Result of Affray in Kemmerer.”


“Sweet Story Told at Honey Meeting.”

A good story:

“Mate Misses Wife, On Hike to Visit Her”

“A man hitch-hiked from Baltimore, Md. to Butte, Mt. to visit his wife. Meanwhile she was on her way cross country jaunt to see him.

“Today Robert M. Peek was on his way back to the city, “thumbing” rides hoping to overtake his 18-year-old wife en route.

“The mix up resulted from Peek’s failure to advise his wife of his intended visit to Butte. He had not seen her in over a year and wanted to surprise her.”

Oh, those were the days. Camel Cigarettes were being sold 2 packages for 27¢,a loaf of cheese sold for 26¢, a dozen eggs cost only 38¢, a ball bearing vacuum sold for $33 or $2.50 down and $1 monthly, a five-diamond engagement ring costs only $48.75, a hotel room with a private bath and adjoining garage facilities could be had for a mere $4.50 a night, and bootleggers designed their own automobiles with special trunks (not that I care about cigarette prices…).

We’d have a lot more stuff if we could pay $1 monthly, so maybe it’s okay.

October 12th, 2009

monday moanings

Sheesh, Mondays.

Do you ever have those Mondays when you wake up late so you don’t have time for a shower and you have to leave for class feeling gross and on your way to class (which you’re late for at this point) a female walking bicyclist decides to walk her bike right out in front of your car while going up hill thus making you slam on the brakes so she can take her bike for a leisurely walk across a very busy road, and by the time she’s done your car doesn’t have enough power to finish going up the hill?

Do you ever have those Mondays when you finally find a parking spot on campus and you’re excited you finally found a spot because you’re late and you need to hurry, it doesn’t matter that the parking spot is a block or so away from where you need to be, but you get out of your car and some fancy-pants car tries to run you over because, of all the spots in the empty parking lot a block away from campus, he wants to park in the one right next to yours?

Do you ever have those Mondays when you finally get to the class you were in such a hurry to get to and you walk in to find them wasting away class time trying to look up some website the teacher thought he heard about and you end up just watching him try and navigate the internet for the next 45 minutes wondering why you hurried so much to get there?

Do you ever have those Mondays when you fall embarrassingly up the tiled stairs in front of many students coming and going from class and scratch up your writing hand, so for the rest of the day every time you take notes you’re reminded that you have yet to master walking?

Do you ever have those Mondays when you get to your literature class and realize that you were supposed to read all of book two and not just chapter two and therefore cannot participate in the analytical discussion taking place and feel like a complete moron for an entire hour?

Do you ever have those Mondays when you are really hungry but don’t have any time to stop and get something real, so you go to a little cafe on campus and try to get a relatively healthy beverage from the cabinet, but you’re too short to reach it and end up knocking it over, causing orange droplets to ooze all over a brand new book you were hoping to keep unspotted from the world and down the front of your white shirt, and you’re forced to continue the rest of the day with sticky orange droplets down your shirt and repeatedly explain that it’s just juice?

Do you ever have those Mondays when you try to print a ticket for your sick hubby, but you were unaware that the ticket had to be printed before 12 noon and it’s 12:05, thus refusing to print a ticket for you and you have to come home empty handed?

I’m having one of those Mondays.

October 8th, 2009

a new goal

Before I die I want to climb to the top of Mount Cadillac, the highest peak on the north Atlantic seaboard, and the first place to view sunrise in the United States certain times of the year. It would be so awesome to be the first to see the sunrise. Awesome.

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October 5th, 2009

how our $340 was spent

Disclaimer:  let it be known that $340 doesn’t go nearly as far as I think it should.

This is what $340 bought us:

  • 18 eggs
  • 2 ice trays
  • 1 bottle of ranch dressing
  • random assortment of toiletry items
  • 2 guitar hangers
  • 4 shirts
  • 1 pair of men’s dress slacks
  • 1 sweater
  • 1 pair of trouser jeans
  • 1 queen-sized down duvet
  • 2 wall shelves/ledges
  • 1 pitcher
  • 1 spatula
  • 1 spice grinder
  • 2 curtain panels
  • 1 lamp base
  • 1 lamp shade
  • 1 pot strainer
  • 2 cheese graters
  • 1 document organizer

This would not have been possible without IKEA. Thank you IKEA.

October 5th, 2009

too early for caroling

It snowed all day today. This morning we passed a guy clearing off his car with what looked like a clothes hanger. The end.

oh, Rexburg

I rolled my pants up so they wouldn’t get wet and make my ankles cold. This is how I walked around all day:

orange socks and all

October 1st, 2009

oh, the woes of living in rexburg

I turned on the heater in our apartment for the first time yesterday afternoon; I finally got too cold to leave it off.

It’s just barely October and we had to scrape off our windshield this morning before we left for class.

Some good things about the cold:

  • it will soon be illegal for people to park on the street (yay!)
  • people cover themselves up when it’s cold (no more cringing)
  • I get to wear scarves (they’re so pretty and warm)
  • I like my coats (they complete every winter outfit)
  • this is our last Rexburg winter (hopefully) so bring it on
  • I really like hot cocoa (more than any sane person should)
  • more cuddling (I don’t think this even needs a parenthetical statement)

I ran out of good things. I will have to spend some more time brainstorming good things about winter, I know there are more.