For Your Reading Pleasure

Some day I want to henna my hands. But I want it to be an appropriate occasion for doing this. I can't really think of an occasion which calls for hand henna, but when one comes up I plan to take advantage of it. I don't want to be one of those people who goes and gets hand henna just for the heck of it, you know?

I think people over-use the word amazing. It's the only adjective you hear anymore except for awesome. I almost never use it in order to help it retain its power. But I feel like the mom who doesn't push for antibiotics in the midst of over-parenters who insist on getting antibiotics for every little sniffle which will result in a new breed of antibiotic-resistant bacteria. In this comparison antibiotics are amazing and the extra strong bacteria is everything you describe as amazing.

I am so nostalgic about childhood things like the Muppets. The things I'm nostalgic for seem so cool and hip in a retro way. I'm wondering if old people feel the same way about their stupid old stuff. Howdy Doody comes to mind.

I always think, "I shop at DI because I am quirky and interesting but everyone else here is just really poor," and then I realize that's what they are thinking too. About me.


I feel so bad for Julian Lennon. How could John love Sean more than Julian? I think John Lennon might have been a big jerk.

So much about dinosaurs is just speculation.

I got a pretty good idea at Women's Conference last year: Get a cheap Book of Mormon and highlight the heck out of it according to a theme and give it as a gift. For example you could highlight everything about the priesthood and give it to a boy turning 12 or the Young Women values for your daughter. I made one for Ben when he turned 8. I highlighted everything about the devil in red, everything about Jesus in green, and everything about baptism in blue. You get it, right? It's color-coded by light saber colors.

As I look out over my congregation, sit in parent meetings, or when I find myself in various waiting rooms I often muse about how really rare it is to meet a normal person. 

Sometimes I think about attending Blogher. The last conference I went to was the 4cs when I was teaching English. I cried from homesickness and my boss slept in a cot at the foot of my bed so it's hard to muster up enthusiasm for another one.

Did you know that hard tack is a cracker?  I only learned that this year. I always thought it was some gross kind of candy.

There is nothing wrong with pop music, but it's like strained pears. If you feed it to your children first they'll never develop their palate for vegetables. Remember that.

I look better with short hair and I will prove it:

In the first picture I'm wearing a flattering color and make up. In the second picture I'm wrapped in a blanket with bags under my eyes. OK. The second photo is right now. (I know it's August, but I like to crank the AC and wrap up in a blanket.) (We can't all drive a Prius.) I like the second picture better--bags and all. Maybe you think long hair looks better but you can't prove it--just like dinosaurs. I do believe in dinosaurs. I just don't care about the particulars. Anyway, everyone knows their bones come from parts of planets that are older than the Earth. Kidding! But happy in the fact that I can run for president either way!