Don't you love words that sound like what they mean? And all those English majors out there are thinking, Laura, it's not that exciting, it's called onomatopoeia. [Side note: I did not know how to spell that word and had to ask an English major. It makes me grateful for all those book-reading, word-spelling, poem-analyzing people. They're definitely good for something.]
But really, pretend you are hearing about onomatopoeia for the first time. That way, you'll be as excited about it as I am.
How amazing is it that I can say, crash, and you totally know what it sounds like. Or buzzing bee and you start fanning the little bugger away from your face. And a twinkle little star. (Uh... do stars make noise? Maybe not, but if they did, I think it would sound like twinkle.)
I am also referring to words like welcome. This is not onomatopoeia, but it should be. I think when you say welcome it sounds friendly and uh... for lack of a better word... welcoming. It sounds like a wide-armed hug.
And epiphany. That word sounds exactly like the light-bulb turning on in my head.
Or the word bubble. When you say bubble, it sounds like the popping of air-filled liquid (which is what a bubble is). And popping sounds like popping.
I've been thinking about these words all day and I have been remembering a picnic with high school friends on Provo High's front lawn where we spent the whole time talking about them. Speaking of which, the word picnic? Yes. I'm positive it sounds like ants crawling all over your food and mustard from your sandwich falling onto your dress.
31 July 2008
A Dream.
You know, I love dreaming. I love the moments in the early morning when my phone alarm goes off and I quickly pinch the side buttons to silence it. After I silence the phone, I try so hard to still be asleep. I don't want to let anything disrupt the magic.
This morning was different though. I had a restless, distressing dream that made me sad. It was a nightmare, but not a regular nightmare where you run through streets from bad guys that want to kidnap you. No, this was a nightmare of a different sort, of an emotional sort. I'm still not sure where the dream came from. All I know is that when my phone alarm went off. I wanted to wake up right then, right there. It almost made me wonder why I love dreams.
But, I don't want to lose my faith in good dreams. And so, I leave you with this song, by Priscilla Ahn. I heard it for the first time this morning on Black Eiffel. And I fell in love, with her voice and with dreaming all over again. If I listen to this often, I'll only have good dreams, I know it.
Dream, by Priscilla Ahn
This morning was different though. I had a restless, distressing dream that made me sad. It was a nightmare, but not a regular nightmare where you run through streets from bad guys that want to kidnap you. No, this was a nightmare of a different sort, of an emotional sort. I'm still not sure where the dream came from. All I know is that when my phone alarm went off. I wanted to wake up right then, right there. It almost made me wonder why I love dreams.
But, I don't want to lose my faith in good dreams. And so, I leave you with this song, by Priscilla Ahn. I heard it for the first time this morning on Black Eiffel. And I fell in love, with her voice and with dreaming all over again. If I listen to this often, I'll only have good dreams, I know it.
Dream, by Priscilla Ahn
30 July 2008
Ten Things I Love About You: Wednesday Edition
I'm not a Wednesday fan. In fact, I usually dislike Wednesdays. But today, today is different. You ask why? Well, because I decided it's different.
Here are ten reasons:
1. I played with power tools. All because I had to build a frame for my stained glass window. You have no idea how thrilling it was. Why have I never gotten involved with saws and routers before? Now that I know the power behind the tools though, I'm changed for life.
2. It's sunny and hot outside. I would rather be hot than cold any day. I just keep telling myself to soak it all up, because come January when I get back from London, Utah will be covered in nasty cold white stuff and frozen water that makes me fall on my face in the middle of a hundred people on BYU campus as my backpacks (plural on purpose, it felt like multiple) are thrown all over the place. (Yes, there's story behind that comment. Feel free to ask about it. I've fully recovered now. I'm pretty sure I can talk about it without getting emotional.)
3. "I got a dollar, I got a dollar, I got a dollar-- hey, hey, hey, hey." Actually I have two dollars, in quarters, in my leather snap coin purse. I never have cash, so it's kind of exciting.
4. My second accounting test is over. Two down, one more to go.
5. I discovered that my new nephew called Asher can also be called Asherel. The "el" on the end is the Jewish way of making a name diminutive. And since his name is a Jewish name, and since he's little, I'll be calling him Asherel. That makes me happy.
6. I got a letter and a package in the mail today. Pretty exciting, eh? Snail mail could be one of my favorite things ever.
7. And in the package was this dress:
Oooo... I like it so much. The shoes too. But, I didn't buy the shoes.
8. I was asked if I was an art major. That question is the best compliment ever. On my list of things to do before I die, I have listed: "Be described as artsy." This happened once. My mosaic teacher said, "Laura, you're just such an artsy person." I was so happy. I almost laid a big kiss on her forehead. And that's saying something, because I'm not so into PDA. Moral of the story: I've already crossed it off my list. But, today, when I was asked if I was an art major, I almost did a back flip. Which would have allowed me to cross another thing off my Before-I-Die-To-Do-List: "Do a back flip".
9. I read a newspaper. Not to be confused with online news. No, I read a make-your-hands-dirty, noisy-when-you-open-it, real, authentic New York Times. It was so good. Good enough to make the top ten Wednesday list.
10. Tomorrow is Thursday.
Here are ten reasons:
1. I played with power tools. All because I had to build a frame for my stained glass window. You have no idea how thrilling it was. Why have I never gotten involved with saws and routers before? Now that I know the power behind the tools though, I'm changed for life.
2. It's sunny and hot outside. I would rather be hot than cold any day. I just keep telling myself to soak it all up, because come January when I get back from London, Utah will be covered in nasty cold white stuff and frozen water that makes me fall on my face in the middle of a hundred people on BYU campus as my backpacks (plural on purpose, it felt like multiple) are thrown all over the place. (Yes, there's story behind that comment. Feel free to ask about it. I've fully recovered now. I'm pretty sure I can talk about it without getting emotional.)
3. "I got a dollar, I got a dollar, I got a dollar-- hey, hey, hey, hey." Actually I have two dollars, in quarters, in my leather snap coin purse. I never have cash, so it's kind of exciting.
4. My second accounting test is over. Two down, one more to go.
5. I discovered that my new nephew called Asher can also be called Asherel. The "el" on the end is the Jewish way of making a name diminutive. And since his name is a Jewish name, and since he's little, I'll be calling him Asherel. That makes me happy.
6. I got a letter and a package in the mail today. Pretty exciting, eh? Snail mail could be one of my favorite things ever.
7. And in the package was this dress:
Oooo... I like it so much. The shoes too. But, I didn't buy the shoes.8. I was asked if I was an art major. That question is the best compliment ever. On my list of things to do before I die, I have listed: "Be described as artsy." This happened once. My mosaic teacher said, "Laura, you're just such an artsy person." I was so happy. I almost laid a big kiss on her forehead. And that's saying something, because I'm not so into PDA. Moral of the story: I've already crossed it off my list. But, today, when I was asked if I was an art major, I almost did a back flip. Which would have allowed me to cross another thing off my Before-I-Die-To-Do-List: "Do a back flip".
9. I read a newspaper. Not to be confused with online news. No, I read a make-your-hands-dirty, noisy-when-you-open-it, real, authentic New York Times. It was so good. Good enough to make the top ten Wednesday list.
10. Tomorrow is Thursday.
29 July 2008
In Celebration
Big news: Last night I bought my ticket to London. Oh, it feels so good to have it scheduled.
Here is a story-board of what I will be doing in the city:
Going to ridiculously artistic flea markets.
Walking down skinny streets that look like they are straight out of mystery novels.
Seeing Big Ben that is really not that big. And quite frankly, I won't even see Big Ben... Big Ben is the bell inside the tower not the actual tower.
Visiting the Queen at Buckingham Palace. And if she's not there, I'll go see her in Windsor.
Viewing the skyline from Trafalgar Square.
Riding the tube.
Images via London Daily Photo
Here is a story-board of what I will be doing in the city:
Going to ridiculously artistic flea markets.
Walking down skinny streets that look like they are straight out of mystery novels.
Seeing Big Ben that is really not that big. And quite frankly, I won't even see Big Ben... Big Ben is the bell inside the tower not the actual tower.
Visiting the Queen at Buckingham Palace. And if she's not there, I'll go see her in Windsor.
Viewing the skyline from Trafalgar Square.
Riding the tube.
Images via London Daily Photo
28 July 2008
Repeat After Me: I'm Nineteen. I'm Old and Going Gray.
I don't think I have a healthy concept of how old I am. This is not to say that I think I'm super young while in fact I'm all grown-up, mature, and adult-ish. Because let's be honest. I'm not old. But, while I'm not old, I'm older than I think. Frankly, I don't think I have a good idea of what being 19 is. Here is my proof:
I went to the LDS Twin Falls Temple Open House this past weekend. Before entering the temple, volunteers sit near the doors to help you slip plastic covers over your street shoes to protect the carpet. As we neared the front doors, I realized that the shoe-covering volunteers were youthful males. And my heart did a flip. Not in a swooning way, but in a oh-goodness-don't-let-me embarrass-myself way. Okay, so maybe those two different types of heart flips are one and the same. Regardless, I definitely noticed that the boys who helped me with my shoe covers were cute. I smiled and said an especially pleasant thank you.
As this happened, I glanced at my reflection in the stained glass window near the front doors. The cute boy was slipping on my shoe cover and I saw the two of us in the window. Suddenly, I noticed something that shocked me. Me and this boy were not in the same peer group. In fact, I was an old lady compared to him. The boy was around fourteen years old! What?! And I was conscious of him and his cuteness?! Ahhh! He's a middle school student who probably still picks his nose and makes noises with a sweaty armpit. Sick, eh? But really, when I saw him, I swear I was looking at a a male peer. I don't know what that means. I think it means I need professional help. Apparently, I still think of myself as a fourteen year old tortured middle school soul.
The whole incident reminded me of Thirteen Going on Thirty. You know what I'm talking about. Jennifer Garner thinks a young boy is cute and is nervous talk to him at the restaurant. She finally does and her friend has to tell her that hitting on a twelve year old is illegal.
Anyway, I need help. Counseling I guess? Maybe I should walk around repeating to myself, I'm nineteen. I'm nineteen. I'm nineteen. And hopefully one day, it'll settle in.
I went to the LDS Twin Falls Temple Open House this past weekend. Before entering the temple, volunteers sit near the doors to help you slip plastic covers over your street shoes to protect the carpet. As we neared the front doors, I realized that the shoe-covering volunteers were youthful males. And my heart did a flip. Not in a swooning way, but in a oh-goodness-don't-let-me embarrass-myself way. Okay, so maybe those two different types of heart flips are one and the same. Regardless, I definitely noticed that the boys who helped me with my shoe covers were cute. I smiled and said an especially pleasant thank you.
As this happened, I glanced at my reflection in the stained glass window near the front doors. The cute boy was slipping on my shoe cover and I saw the two of us in the window. Suddenly, I noticed something that shocked me. Me and this boy were not in the same peer group. In fact, I was an old lady compared to him. The boy was around fourteen years old! What?! And I was conscious of him and his cuteness?! Ahhh! He's a middle school student who probably still picks his nose and makes noises with a sweaty armpit. Sick, eh? But really, when I saw him, I swear I was looking at a a male peer. I don't know what that means. I think it means I need professional help. Apparently, I still think of myself as a fourteen year old tortured middle school soul.
The whole incident reminded me of Thirteen Going on Thirty. You know what I'm talking about. Jennifer Garner thinks a young boy is cute and is nervous talk to him at the restaurant. She finally does and her friend has to tell her that hitting on a twelve year old is illegal.
Anyway, I need help. Counseling I guess? Maybe I should walk around repeating to myself, I'm nineteen. I'm nineteen. I'm nineteen. And hopefully one day, it'll settle in.
Oakley's Resident Reptile
I mentioned my Bear Lake sunburn after last weekend. And now at the Oakley, Idaho gathering this weekend I was shedding skin in a very snake-like manner. For more information, click here. You are probably disgusted, and I feel okay about that. I still want to tell you about it. I was peeling whole strips of skin off my thighs. I should have submitted the skin to the Guinness World Records Association. I can almost guarantee I would have won the Longest Skin Chunk Peeled Off of a Thigh.
23 July 2008
Rendezvous
According to my high school history teacher, Mr. Smith, a rendezvous was an annual gathering of mountain men between the years 1820- 1840. There were games, adventures, and ultimately traditions at the Rendezvous. And of course, don’t let me forget, in between every activity, there was food, and a lot of it.
Tomorrow, I leave for the tiny town of
Can I show you Oakley?
We drive in to the town on a small highway passing farms complete with barns and wooden fences. The town has approximately one main road—
For me the Oakley rendezvous is about family. I miss my mom in Oakley because her memory is everywhere. I miss her because I am always imagining her and my dad on their honeymoon in Grandma’s House (i.e. Great-Grandma Whiteley's house). I imagine her sitting with my aunts on plastic picnic chairs outside the Pink House. I imagine her at the Oakley warm springs. We have so many pictures of us there.
It's a great place, that Oakley is. I want to rendezvous there tomorrow and the next day and the next day after that.
22 July 2008
The Dutch are Green
How many posts are too many? According to an expert blogger, Blog posts are like candy. You can't have too much.
And that's why I'm posting this article. Read it. And believe it. The Dutch are so great.
My grandpa, the Dutchman, always tells me, If you ain't Dutch, you ain't much. I'd like to add, If you ain't Dutch and you ain't ecologically friendly or proud of your heritage, you ain't much.
And that's why I'm posting this article. Read it. And believe it. The Dutch are so great.
My grandpa, the Dutchman, always tells me, If you ain't Dutch, you ain't much. I'd like to add, If you ain't Dutch and you ain't ecologically friendly or proud of your heritage, you ain't much.
Why am I not going into advertising?
When I see things like this I think, wow.
Honda is so rad.
Sony + Jose Gonzalez = I want to buy a Sony Bravia television.
It's just water, but they convince you otherwise. Click here.
Honda is so rad.
Sony + Jose Gonzalez = I want to buy a Sony Bravia television.
It's just water, but they convince you otherwise. Click here.
Happy Thursday.
And you're saying, Laura, it's not Thursday. It's Tuesday. And I'm saying right back to you, Actually for me, it's Thursday. And that's because I'm going out of town again this week. Leaving bright and early on Thursday morning. This means that tomorrow,Wednesday, is actually my Friday. And today, Tuesday, is actually Thursday. YES! Double Thursdays for me. Aren't you jealous?
But don't worry. I say all that in the nicest possible way. Not at all trying to one-up the fact that you only get one Thursday this week. Poor you.
But don't worry. I say all that in the nicest possible way. Not at all trying to one-up the fact that you only get one Thursday this week. Poor you.
21 July 2008
The Art City Picnic
Today Mr. Winterton and I took a picnic lunch outside the Springville Art Museum. It was perfectly wonderful-- definitely something to be excited about. Not only were we eating delicious sandwiches outside my favorite local art spot, but it also smelled like rain. And summer rain is always good news.
You should go to the Springville Art Museum sometime. It's so very cool and it's also the reason Springville is called "The Art City". (Be aware, the museum is closed on Mondays. We had to look at the current gallery through the windows.)
Look how awesome Springvlle Art Museum is:
My favorite event at the Springville Art Museum is the Annual Art Ball. This is one event that should never be missed. Ever. For real. It's that charming. You should mark it in your calendar now: first week of May, Springville Art Ball. Start looking for your gown now.
You should go to the Springville Art Museum sometime. It's so very cool and it's also the reason Springville is called "The Art City". (Be aware, the museum is closed on Mondays. We had to look at the current gallery through the windows.)
Look how awesome Springvlle Art Museum is:
My favorite event at the Springville Art Museum is the Annual Art Ball. This is one event that should never be missed. Ever. For real. It's that charming. You should mark it in your calendar now: first week of May, Springville Art Ball. Start looking for your gown now.
The Prophylactic Toothbrush
I'm back. And I'm so sunburned and so happy. Those thoughts are not related; in fact, I'm not happy about the sunburn.
We spent our weekend at an old beach house on Bear Lake. And it was perfect. I had no idea that Bear Lake was California ten hours closer. I pictured a mountain lake with freezing water and rocky beaches. Oh no, thank goodness that is not what it was. Our beach house was right on a sandy beach that rivals the beaches in Southern California. The water was chilly, but only for a brief second. And the water was Caribbean blue. We built sand castles, soaked sun on the beach, read books, and went boating. Mmmm... it was so good.
My favorite part of the beach house was the wallpaper in one of the bathrooms. The walls were covered in vintage ads for bathroom products. Here are two of my favorites:
Thank goodness the prophylactic toothbrush is sold in a yellow box "to protect us against inferior substitutes." These ads make me so happy; I wish advertising was still this entertaining.
We spent our weekend at an old beach house on Bear Lake. And it was perfect. I had no idea that Bear Lake was California ten hours closer. I pictured a mountain lake with freezing water and rocky beaches. Oh no, thank goodness that is not what it was. Our beach house was right on a sandy beach that rivals the beaches in Southern California. The water was chilly, but only for a brief second. And the water was Caribbean blue. We built sand castles, soaked sun on the beach, read books, and went boating. Mmmm... it was so good.
My favorite part of the beach house was the wallpaper in one of the bathrooms. The walls were covered in vintage ads for bathroom products. Here are two of my favorites:
Thank goodness the prophylactic toothbrush is sold in a yellow box "to protect us against inferior substitutes." These ads make me so happy; I wish advertising was still this entertaining.
17 July 2008
T is for Thursday
A happy day to you. Hope today is everything you ever hoped your Thursday would be. And I know you hoped it would be a lot, so that's saying something.
You know when you're asked those psychoanalysis questions that somehow try to get at what your innermost beliefs are? Questions like, if you were leaving for a weekend what three things would you take? Or sometimes it's a modification of that question. Sometimes the question is more about being left all alone on an island without any human contact or any hope of survival where you can only eat the chewy palm leaves that will barely sustain you with their nutrition content. You see, I have a problem with questions like this. I can never come up with only three things. On an island by myself?! What?! I need more than three things. I mean, I don't need a hair straightener or make up. But I definitely need Breyer's mint chocolate ice cream and red shoes. Not to mention the things that everyone else says they want to bring-- like a journal, my family, and toilet paper.
But nonetheless, I wish right now that a psychoanalyst would ask me what three things I would take for a weekend far away. Because right now, I know what three things would be a priority for me to take on my weekend getaway. I'm feeling decisive. And that's unusual. Today, the psychoanalyst would have something to analyze.
I will take a black swimsuit, a book called ___________ (i.e. I don't know which book yet), and two pair of pajamas.
I think I'm most excited for the book part of the adventure. I haven't done a ton of leisurely reading lately. Actually, I haven't done any since June 23rd when I started school and stopped the nightly parties with me, my bedside lamp, and a novel.
Or maybe I'm most excited about the swimsuit. Truth be known, I've only been swimming once this summer. ONCE! That's shameful, disgusting, tragic, disgraceful, and kind of funny. Why have I not been swimming, you ask? Don't ask that question, I don't have an answer. Instead you should ask, how is anyone going to bear looking at the blue veins that show plainly through your glow-in-the-light legs? And I won't have an answer to that question either.
Actually, let's just be honest. I'm most excited about the two pairs of pajamas. As my boss at work decided today, "If you have room to pack a couple pair of shoes, then you might as well bring two pair of pajamas." So, there you have it. I'm going to bring two pair of pajamas, because I have room for them.
It's a good thing the psychoanalyst is allowing me to bring three items for my weekend adventure. Because I don't know what I'd do if I had to limit myself to one pair of pajamas.
You know when you're asked those psychoanalysis questions that somehow try to get at what your innermost beliefs are? Questions like, if you were leaving for a weekend what three things would you take? Or sometimes it's a modification of that question. Sometimes the question is more about being left all alone on an island without any human contact or any hope of survival where you can only eat the chewy palm leaves that will barely sustain you with their nutrition content. You see, I have a problem with questions like this. I can never come up with only three things. On an island by myself?! What?! I need more than three things. I mean, I don't need a hair straightener or make up. But I definitely need Breyer's mint chocolate ice cream and red shoes. Not to mention the things that everyone else says they want to bring-- like a journal, my family, and toilet paper.
But nonetheless, I wish right now that a psychoanalyst would ask me what three things I would take for a weekend far away. Because right now, I know what three things would be a priority for me to take on my weekend getaway. I'm feeling decisive. And that's unusual. Today, the psychoanalyst would have something to analyze.
I will take a black swimsuit, a book called ___________ (i.e. I don't know which book yet), and two pair of pajamas.
I think I'm most excited for the book part of the adventure. I haven't done a ton of leisurely reading lately. Actually, I haven't done any since June 23rd when I started school and stopped the nightly parties with me, my bedside lamp, and a novel.
Or maybe I'm most excited about the swimsuit. Truth be known, I've only been swimming once this summer. ONCE! That's shameful, disgusting, tragic, disgraceful, and kind of funny. Why have I not been swimming, you ask? Don't ask that question, I don't have an answer. Instead you should ask, how is anyone going to bear looking at the blue veins that show plainly through your glow-in-the-light legs? And I won't have an answer to that question either.
Actually, let's just be honest. I'm most excited about the two pairs of pajamas. As my boss at work decided today, "If you have room to pack a couple pair of shoes, then you might as well bring two pair of pajamas." So, there you have it. I'm going to bring two pair of pajamas, because I have room for them.
It's a good thing the psychoanalyst is allowing me to bring three items for my weekend adventure. Because I don't know what I'd do if I had to limit myself to one pair of pajamas.
16 July 2008
The Early Bird Gets the Unidentified Worm
Tomorrow morning is going to be the earliest morning of the summer. Maybe. As I write this, I'm remembering that the mid-August meteor shower is remarkable and I may wake up really early to see that. Or maybe I'll just stay up super late. Either way, get excited for meteors in August.
Anyway, tomorrow morning I have a meeting in Salt Lake City about the digital television transition. If you don't know what I'm talking about, you should call me at work for more information. One of the things I am getting paid to do is advertise this revolution of sorts, so I could get paid to talk to you about analog signals and digital signals and about how you in fact do not have to buy a new television even though the salesmen at Best Buy are trying to convince you to and about how the government will give you coupons to buy digital converter boxes and... well... I think you get the idea.
And it's going to be an early morning meeting. I get to wake up at 5:30 am, which means I get to wake up before the newspaper is delivered and before the sun is up and before some people even go to bed. I emphasize the fact that I get to wake up early, because there is a perk to waking up at such a crazy hour.
But the truth is, I haven't quite discovered that perk yet.
Anyway, tomorrow morning I have a meeting in Salt Lake City about the digital television transition. If you don't know what I'm talking about, you should call me at work for more information. One of the things I am getting paid to do is advertise this revolution of sorts, so I could get paid to talk to you about analog signals and digital signals and about how you in fact do not have to buy a new television even though the salesmen at Best Buy are trying to convince you to and about how the government will give you coupons to buy digital converter boxes and... well... I think you get the idea.
And it's going to be an early morning meeting. I get to wake up at 5:30 am, which means I get to wake up before the newspaper is delivered and before the sun is up and before some people even go to bed. I emphasize the fact that I get to wake up early, because there is a perk to waking up at such a crazy hour.
But the truth is, I haven't quite discovered that perk yet.
Good Story from a Good Friend
When one friend shows you something happy, chances are, you'll pass it on to other friends.
I was showed something happy, so now, I'm showing it to you.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wKUaLlK776s
After watching the video a friend says, "Wow. That's such a good story, makes me really happy. It proves that there are good people out there, you know?"
Yes friend, I know.
I was showed something happy, so now, I'm showing it to you.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wKUaLlK776s
After watching the video a friend says, "Wow. That's such a good story, makes me really happy. It proves that there are good people out there, you know?"
Yes friend, I know.
Midsummer Musings
Last night was not my night. If you wondered, which you probably didn't, I thought I'd let you know that I lost the Scrabble game. Don't act so surprised, I alway lose. You know that and I know that.
But, happier news. Today is Wednesday, July 16, 2008. Which means a couple of things:
1. We've been through over half of the seventh month of the year. Meaning 62.5% of the year is over. Ask me how I feel about that...
2. I'm going to a make-up stained glass tonight because I'm leaving for the weekend which means I'll be missing my scheduled Friday night of stained-glass goodness, which means I have to make it up tonight. (Wow, I love circular thought.) I'm working on a 3-D container for that class. I'd like to call it a vase, but I'm afraid it might not hold water, so I don't think the project qualifies as a vase. But, whether or not it holds water is no matter, either way, my 3-D container has been one tricky project. Wish me luck.
3. We should all be doing things like this:
Because it's summer and that's what we all should do in the summertime-- ride happy old fashioned bikes through Copenhagen.
4. My newest nephew is now officially two weeks old. And he looks like this:
With his hands by his face and the wrinkled forehead, this man could be my nephew's stunt double. Don't feel bad for the child. While he does look like this old man, it's for the very best. He's a lucky guy, because who wouldn't want to look like a cute, old man?
But, happier news. Today is Wednesday, July 16, 2008. Which means a couple of things:
1. We've been through over half of the seventh month of the year. Meaning 62.5% of the year is over. Ask me how I feel about that...
2. I'm going to a make-up stained glass tonight because I'm leaving for the weekend which means I'll be missing my scheduled Friday night of stained-glass goodness, which means I have to make it up tonight. (Wow, I love circular thought.) I'm working on a 3-D container for that class. I'd like to call it a vase, but I'm afraid it might not hold water, so I don't think the project qualifies as a vase. But, whether or not it holds water is no matter, either way, my 3-D container has been one tricky project. Wish me luck.
3. We should all be doing things like this:
Because it's summer and that's what we all should do in the summertime-- ride happy old fashioned bikes through Copenhagen.
4. My newest nephew is now officially two weeks old. And he looks like this:
With his hands by his face and the wrinkled forehead, this man could be my nephew's stunt double. Don't feel bad for the child. While he does look like this old man, it's for the very best. He's a lucky guy, because who wouldn't want to look like a cute, old man?
15 July 2008
Scrabble: a board game in which words are formed from letters in patterns similar to a crossword puzzle
I hold Scrabble club so I can feel cultured and so that I can catch up with good friends. I also hold it because I like the idea of winning. You say, but Laura, I'm not sure you are aware, but you never win... And I say, just you wait. If I Scrabble every Tuesday night for months, I'm bound to win one of these times.
Maybe tonight is my night. As always 9:00 at night on Oak Lane.
Maybe tonight is my night. As always 9:00 at night on Oak Lane.
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