Monday, December 29, 2008
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Really. I would like to know.
2. And furthermore, has it always smelled that way or is this a recent (like in the last 10 years) development?
Because it has always smelled horrendous to me since the beginning of time.
3. And lastly, if it HAS always smelled like a broccoli fart, why would they name it "Pleasant" Grove. Are they trying to trick us? Because my nose cannot be fooled.
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
But, my favorite winter boots wore out last spring, so I have just been sloshing around in the snow in flats. And I really, really hate having snow in my shoes. And I LOATHE getting the bottoms of my pant legs wet with salty dirty snow water. Usually I would just roll up my jeans. But then there's the whole snow on my skin thing.
Monday, December 22, 2008
Sunday, December 21, 2008
I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm a grown up or something now.. I go to Relief Society, and I enjoy it. I date guys who have been back from their missions for a while. My friends are married and starting families of their own.
... And I still have a looooooot to learn. The real question though, is whether or not I'll be able to keep up with the cake habit of my youth.
Friday, December 19, 2008
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
The moral of this story is... I am just extremely emotionally delicate this week. So do not cross me. I will cut you.
Monday, December 15, 2008
Friday, December 12, 2008
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
So, once upon a time when I was like 12, I stayed home sick from church. That worked out great, because I could squeeze in some much anticipated email checking and instant messaging without having to adhere to the "20 minute limit" rule. See, Jackie was 16, Tami was 14, I was 12, Nicole was 9 and Michelle was 5. We only had one computer, and we had to take turns. Some of us emailed. Some of us were instant messenger maniacs. Some of us (like Nicole and Michelle) just liked to search for stuffed animals online or play solitaire. Dad used the computer for work, Mom used it for Genealogy, and Jackie, Tami and I occasionally had to use it for school. Mama Booth, being all about fairness envoked the 20 minute time limit per girl. But that day.. the computer was all mine. For 3 hours!
Now, we were not allowed to be on the computer on Sundays, but I was a shady rule breaker back before my conscience took over my life. I checked my mail, chatted with some boys from school via AIM... and then accidentally kicked the computer with my awkward gangly 12 year old leg. Lo and behold.. a little door on the front of the hard drive popped open. Behind this door, there was a handle. I of course, lifted the handle. Little did I know that this little handle was spring loaded, and by lifting that little bugger, it detached the hard drive from the computer. While it was on.
I nervously pushed the hard drive back in, shut the little door, turned off the computer and went and got back in bed. This, my friends, was going to be bad. Super bad. Tate Banzett bad. I didn't know much about computers at that point in my life, but knew that when they stopped working, Papa Booth had to painstakingly take them apart and swear at it for hours before it would work again.
The family got home, and I inconspicuously mentioned that I had tried to check my mail, and the hard drive popped out of the computer. I had broken the no-computer on Sunday rule, and I swear everyone gave me dirty looks. They all thought I did it on purpose. I was not a favorite among the Booth family that day. This day, we were all introduced to the term "de-fragging" a computer. It took about 8 HOURS.
There was Dad, sitting at the computer desk, watching line after line of code blur by as each little box that I swear represented bits, not bytes, lit up and moved around as the de-frag continued. I wanted to throw up. I did this. I murdered the first Booth Family computer with reliable internet access. It was an unpardonable sin. So I sat there with my dad, and suffered through most of the de-frag situation right next to him. He didn't yell at me, or swear, or chastise me for computer-ing on Sunday. Having everyone else's eyes on me was punishment enough. I actually was pretty curious about what the freak was going on, and so I kept asking him annoying questions like "what does that red box mean?" or "how many of those lines have to be filled up for it to be done?" "what does de-fragment mean?" and I think my guilt driven legitimate curiosity eased the frustration Dad must have felt toward me. Thinking about it now, I can't believe he didn't ban me from the family for life. He was a computer guy for crying out loud, and I pulled the hard drive right out of a running computer. Shudder. Sorry Dad.
Anyway. After my laptop was stolen last year Papa Booth found an old one from his work that they were throwing away. Its been pretty reliable. But... it has had its scares. I even had to defrag it once. Shudder again. So tonight some blue screen came up saying it needed to verify some files that didn't match blah blah blah recombobulate the directory blah blah so I let it do its job. And This is what I had to watch. It brought back this flood of computer-angst ridden memories and I just felt like I needed to share. Ever since that fateful Sunday, system error messages strike fear into the very center of my heart.
But don't worry. The computer is doing just fine. False alarm.
Monday, December 8, 2008
Saturday, December 6, 2008
As the trailers for twilight evolved and became more detailed, my excitement for the movie dwindled. The more I saw, the less I wanted to see. I finally caved and went to go see the actual movie a couple weeks ago. I figured I should at least give it a chance to redeem itself. And it was exactly how I had imagined it would be. I was less than enamored with the powdery makeup, horrible hair.. the wigs (Jacob and James) and bleach jobs (Carlisle.. for real. What the freak?) ... AND the total lack of eye contact between Bella and Edward interspersed with awkward cemented staring. Can't we have a happy medium?
Bella is a mouth-breather. She took more awkward gasps than James while he was "picking up her scent" for real. If Bella had been wearing a clothespin on her nose throughout the whole movie, it wouldn't have even mattered. Her breathy speech would have given her enough oxygen to hyperventilate. Which I'm pretty sure she did on several occasions.
Okay okay I can't keep it short now. I'm on a roll.
Edward looked like a monkey during the meadow scene. He was all curled up, bouncing around in a tree like a freaking orangutan while he was trying to tell her he was dangerous. I was more afraid of the possibility of him flinging his poo at her than of his brute strength and thirst for her blood.
Charlie was attractive. Don't judge me. I thought he was more attractive than Edward. I mean, minus the Po Po mustache of course. In real life he is only .... carry the 2... who cares how old he is. He wasn't wearing makeup. Also, he reminds me of an older, more mature Seth from the O.C.
Hmmmm, no thanks. Not manly. Not Cute. Not even a little bit. Channeling Voldemort much? There is so much powder on his nose that it looks like it has melted into his face. I do not have the hots for He Who Shall Not Be Named.
Friday, December 5, 2008
Atheists Take Aim at Christmas
Atheist groups are putting up signs next to nativity scenes that denounce all types of worship and declare that "Religion is but myth and superstition that hardens hearts and enslaves minds.."
Don't get me wrong. I believe than everyone is entitled to their own beliefs, even if they contradict mine. I just don't understand why so many people think it is okay to disrespect any type of religion.
Their justification? "It's not that we are trying to coerce anyone; in a way our sign is a signal of protest," Barker said. "If there can be a Nativity scene saying that we are all going to hell if we don't bow down to Jesus, we should be at the table to share our views."
Correct me if I'm wrong, but I'm pretty sure I have never seen any of the figures in any nativity scene holding signs that say non believers are going to hell.
"Most people think December is for Christians and view our signs as an intrusion, when actually it's the other way around," he said. "People have been celebrating the winter solstice long before Christmas. We see Christianity as the intruder, trying to steal the holiday from all of us humans."
So let me get this straight, Christians aren't even human now?
Yes, throughout history there have been Christians who have done more than their share of persecuting other cultures in the name of their God. The crusaders, the KKK and even members of the Nazi regime have committed some of the most heinous crimes in history with the claim that they were carrying out God's will.
But here is something that we all need to remember: hate crimes are carried out by imperfect and confused mortals. They are not committed by God. As we have progressed as a human race, we have (at least I thought we had) learned tolerance and established governments that protect the fundamental rights of all men and women. One of those rights is religious freedom. Another is freedom of speech. Atheists have every right to disagree with Christians, vocally if they feel like it. But there is also a certain amount of respect that should be shown to other religions, cultures, and ways of life.
Unfortunately and paradoxically I'm sure there are still Christians out there in the world with signs that do condemn unbelievers to hell with vehemence and hatred. They should be just as ashamed of themselves. I guess I just don't understand how some people can be so disrespectful to their fellow men. We are all in the same boat. We are all trying to find truth. We all want peace. Why can't we just treat one another as the equals that we are?
Its days like today that make me worried for my future children. Society is moving backward at an ever quickening pace. Last time I checked, freedom of religion was not synonymous with the banishment of religion.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Also, why is Britney Spears taking over MTV? I swear her reality show is ALWAYS on... And for the few minutes of it I've actually watched, it appears to be lame enough to melt your brain. Britney. You're still crazy. Yep. I said it. Get off my TV screen.
And, I don't know why I suck so much at writing blogs lately. Sorry. Nothing super interesting has happened that I feel like sharing with the world. But here is one more tid-bit:
Lately I am the incredible shrinking woman! It's crazy.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Anyway. I don't know why I love songs about women being irrational in a rageoholic way. They just make me laugh. Here are a few tender lyrical morsels from Ms. Swift:
And if you’re missing me
I'm killing time, you know, bleaching your clothes.
I'm roasting marshmallows on the fire,
Friday, November 21, 2008
This is the packaging the Deo came in. How could I say no? It even says OMG.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
"The worst, most humiliating baby names"
Ancestry.com shares the silliest, craziest and downright cruelest names of all time...
What would compel a parent to bestow a newborn with a name like “Tiny Hooker” or “Fanny Large”? Or an amusing choice like “Wanna Towell"? It’s not just Hollywood’s elite opting for unique, embarrassing names—throughout history, normal people separated their offspring from the masses with truly terrible names.
In “Bad Baby Names,” Michael Sherrod and Matthew Rayback, of the genealogy Web site Ancestry.com, share thousands of shocking names given to real people, as recorded by the U.S. Census Bureau. Discover the funny names based around common themes, like diseases (Fever Bender, Cholera Peace), food (Bread White, Pomegranate Purple), pets (Good Dog), and if you thought Wednesday Addams was unfortunate—wait till you meet Monday Monday.
Forget Suri or Shiloh – celebrities have given their children far stranger names! Discover the stars' oddest, most bizarre baby names:
Clementine Jane (Ethan Hawke and Ryan Shawhughes)
Knox Leon (Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt)
You'd have to be really sick to infect your offspring with virulent names like these:
Leper Priest (born 1929
With names like "Mayor Bland," it seems like some parents had high, ambitious hopes for their children's future.
The authors found 149 records for people named Lust, 70 for Greed, 12 for Sloth, and 830 for Pride. Which of the 7 deadlly sins was missing? Only gluttony.
Plenty of parents must have thought that naming their child Lucky would translate into a bright future. In 1930 alone, there are 463 Luckys.
Some lucky favorites:
The religious types:
A St. Patrick’s Day feast:
Some parents loved eating so much, they named their kids after favorite meals, snacks—and even condiments:
Bart Simpson pranks
Bart Simpson's prank calls to Moe's Tavern are nearly legendary, but the sad fact is that some people actually go through life with those goofy names. The following Bart creations all exist within the Ancestry.com databases:
Can you even believe that? They're all real! Its a dream come true. For some reason, my favorite is Beef Cooper. Beef! It makes me laugh every time I think about it. Beef.
Monday, November 10, 2008
Behold my newest discovery:
Ban regular scented original roll on. I'm not too crazy about the whole roll on thing, but it smells like pure happiness. Or Jasmine. One of the two.
Seriously... its awesome. My armpits will never be the same.
"Bah... Bill Gates....I knew Bill Gates back when he worked for TRW. He was a monkey and I told him so several times. One day I just walked into his office and said, 'Bill... take a shower!' "
And then he giggled and left. SO I did some research on this guy, and apparently he is 74 and he really DID work with Bill Gates and he's probably a billionaire. I just love him. He's always way funny and talkative when he comes in to the office.
Friday, November 7, 2008
I want: it that way (holla! BSB)
I have: a ridiculous amount of stress.
I dislike: Pumpkin Guts. Ardently.
I miss: the leaves already! They are all on the ground!
I fear: walking up the stairs in the dark. I always think someone is going to grab my ankle.
I feel: hopeful.
I hear: the rowdy employees behind me.
I smell: like the perfume I got for Christmas 2 years ago. I just rediscovered it.
I crave: Chinese food.
I cry: about every other day lately.
I usually: am late. Not to class, but to everything else.
I search: for things I want online.
I wonder: why anyone believes in UFO's.
I regret: dropping my phone in the bath tub yesterday.
I love: life.
I care: about other people's feelings.
I always: watch the discovery channel.
I worry: about things most people don't.
I am not: shy.
I remember: the 1989 loma prieta earthquake. Beat that.
I believe: in a thing called love. Just listen to the rhythm of ma haaaaa. (my heart)
I dance: when no one's looking.
I sing: when I'm in a really good mood.
I don't always: speak with delicate tact.
I argue: mostly only with rude people.
I write: about things that make me laugh. Or cry. Or think.
I win: whenever I play BS. I'm a people reader. Lie detector. Call it what you will.
I lose: staring contests. I just have dry eyes okay??
I wish: I was awesome at doing my homework.
I listen: to a ton of different types of music.
I don't understand: how some people can be so rude without being ashamed.
I can usually be found: in my bed.
I need: to rearrange my room. My bed is next to my gappy window. Burrrr!
I forget: to eat sometimes.
I am happy: when I'm with family and friends.
I tag: Alyson Robinett and Jessica Liening!
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Ya. Awesome. No wait I meant Lame. Its too small to be my foot. I measured. I pretty much know who it was. But it was like a year ago and I've let by gones be by gones. But I think its comical in a slightly angering way.
Monday, November 3, 2008
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Thursday, October 30, 2008
I heard this quote in my human development class, and it ardently reminded me of how very lucky I am. My Mom is the bomb and I say that all the time, but I think I often forget to mention how amazing my Dad is.
I am so lucky that it has been so easy to find God in my father, because in turn it has not been hard to find a Father in my God.