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Published! I have excellent news! A short story I wrote and illustrated, (a children's book of sorts) has been published online! Inscape is a BYU alumni publication and I am really excited to be included in this year's edition. Here is a link for you to check it out: http://inscape.byu.edu/winter2011/
Squish When I was a year old my mom hatched some chicks. I think uncooked chickens are horrible, but baby chicks are one of the cutest things ever. So of course I wanted to hold one. However, as soon as my parents let me hold one, I was overcome by its cuteness which translated into a desire to squeeze and squish it. Don't worry though. My dad held my hand open so that I could not commit chickicide. Oddly enough, even with him holding my fingers I still strained to squish the chick. It is troubling, but amazing cuteness still triggers this squish-response in me. What is wrong with me?
Time-Bomb When I was a kid there was a toy called "Splash Out." Do you remember it? It was like playing hot-potato with a little ball that would explode a water balloon all over one unlucky person. Being pregnant is pretty much like being a human time-bomb of water. I am terrified of having my water break in public. Someone told me that if it happens in the grocery store you can break a pickle jar and disguise your shame. This plan is good in theory, but what if it happens when I am not on the pickle aisle? I would have to make a beeline for the pickles every time I go to the store, and keep them in my cart for the whole trip. And what if it happens when I am not at the grocery store? I guess I could just always keep a jar in my purse. I am the most worried about it happening at work. I used to work custodial at BYU. I am not sure if I would rather clean up the pickles in ignorance, or know the horrible truth. Hopefully it never comes to this.
I'll Only Feed My Kids Organic Stuff Since I am pregnant, many people like to give me advice. I don't mind advice, sometimes it is really helpful. The thing that confuses me is how passionate people can be about the advice they give. Like if you don't follow their advice you obviously hate your baby. One thing people are especially vehement about is food. Preservatives, sugar, organic, not organic, salt, trans-fat, death crystals; everyone has an opinion on what will turn your child into a mutant. Careful efforts must be put toward creating a diet that will best prepare your child for success in life. On the other hand, from what I have observed, kids seem to spend about 98% of their thinking power trying to undermine these efforts. They have their own four food groups. Delicious dust-pans Delectable doorknobs Tasty trash Appetizing all-things-toilet And they know that you really can't be watching them ALL the time. Resistance is like bringing a fly swatter* to a dairy ...
At Last! It's Mine! You may remember my earlier post about the bearded baby beanie . I really wanted one, a lot. You can buy them pre-made on Etsy from bylauradesign , or she will sell you the pattern at a fraction of the cost and you can make your own. I was inhibited by both my cheapness and my complete lack of experience in crocheting. It turns out the second problem was a lot easier to overcome so I bought the pattern. When I bought it I thought " How hard can this be? I'll just read the instructions and do what the instructions say to do ." Ha! It turns out that crochet instructions are not like sewing instructions, they basically say "tie this complicated knot 15 times in a row, then tie a different complicated knot 8 times..." If you don't know how to tie those complicated knots you can look them up online, but that also does not help a lot. Lucky for me one of the girls I work with, (hi Maren!) is excellent at crocheting and was willing to explai...
There is Only One Detective Last night we watched the new Psych episode. At some point in the evening I ended up ranting to Haley and Bryce about how all the detective shows are basically a poor-man's Sherlock Holmes. (This is ironic because these shows actually are making some men very rich by just rehashing Sherlock Holmes over and over.) Anyways here is my rant: All these guys are just different interpretations of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's creation. First of all, each one hangs around all the time with a sidekick whose personality is exactly the opposite of his own. These sidekicks are necessary because even though the detective is brilliant and good at heart, he is completely insufferable to every other person he comes in contact with. The detective is actually kind of insufferable to his sidekick too, but they always stick together anyway. Without the sidekick to keep him grounded the detective would probably just be a hermit shut-in because he is just that socially awkward...
Happy Birthday Harold I have known Harold for about seven years. I take full credit for the fact that he married my bff college roommate Steffy. (Don't worry, she paid me back by getting me to work at IT and thus meet Handsome Bryce , so we are even.) Steffy is throwing a surprise birthday party for Harold and asked everyone to bring a food that reminds them of him. I was kind of distressed about this because the only Harold-food that stands out to me are scallops, because he was the first person I ever saw eating them. I hate scallops and I did not want to make them. Steff bailed me out though, and asked me if I wanted to bring the cake to which I said YES!!!111! I love making birthday cakes, because it is a special cake for only one person. You don't have to compromise or adjust things for everyone's tastes you just make it the way the birthday person wants it. Harold's favorite is yellow cake with chocolate frosting, and he likes the video game Zelda . Since I wanted...