- I decided I wanted a JDawg for lunch the other day. It was weird. What 26 year old wants a hot dog for lunch? But I did. And I got one. And I ate it. And it was good.
- I've been in the movie watching mood lately. (I blame the month of January.) There are so many movies coming out in the next few weeks that I want to see, but not right now. Why must I wait? Patience has never been my strong suit.
- I’ve really wanted a snow storm lately. So uncharacteristically me. But true. Not this snow here and there we’ve been getting. I want a blizzard.
- I'll be in NYC in three days. It’s been nine months since I was last in the city. Nine months. Too long.
- Michael Westen is back!
- I had a dream about a Bobcatish construction thing crashing the cars in the parking lot where I was having lunch with my family. It was weird. Kelli’s car got smashed. I ran out to “save” my Mom’s car, which I found had a hot tub in the backseat. Again, weird. I just knew if I could drive out of range from the bobcat thing everything would be okay. And then I woke up.
- Cadbury Mini Eggs are at the grocery store!
- Lately I’ve been singing the Star Spangled Banner all the time. I don’t know why. But I’m pretty convinced it’s because it is one of the only songs I really know the beginning to.
- Understanding my Finance class this semester has been fabulous. I have learned something. And I am capable of doing it. Always rewarding.
- I hate when Matthew Cuthbert dies. (See, movie watching mood.)
- My roommate still has all of her Christmas decoration up, and it is really annoying.
- This is my 400th post. I can't believe it.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Mr. Butler
It was on my 2008 Summer List. I didn't get to it. I put it on my 2009 Summer List. I still didn't get to it. Well our last-minute trip called for a book and this one was still on the bookshelf in my room in Georgia. So, I finally read Rhett Butler's People.
And well, I liked it. I wouldn't have said that half way through the book, but in the end I liked it. It's not Margaret Mitchell. It's not Gone with the Wind. Don't think of it as a sequel, but I'd recommend it to any GWTW enthusiast.
The beginning seemed just like a lot of set-up . . . set-up to a story you already know - GWTW. But you meet new characters from Rhett's life, including his sister Rosemary (who reminded me a lot of Scarlett, complete with her own Ashley Wilkes romance). The book does extend past the GWTW ending. It’s a little weird, and I didn't like it at first. I think Margaret’s ending is so perfect and classic, allowing the reader to finish their own story. This ending isn’t perfect, but it was what I’d envisioned to some extent and so it grew on me and was nice to read.
And of course there is Scarlett. Just as Scarlett longed for Ashley, this book shows Rhett longing for Scarlett, and in the end Scarlett scheming to win Rhett back.
In keeping with my GWTW blogging tradition, here are a few quotes I like:
Rhett to his sister Rosemary: "Sister, if I leave you with one piece of advice, it is: Live your life. Let no other live it for you."
Rhett, about overhearing Ashley and Scarlett in the library at the Twelve Oaks barbecue: "A better man than I, Rhett thought, would leap up, apologize, and assure the lovers he’d heard nothing as he hurried from the room. Fortunately, I am not a better man."
Scarlett to Ashley: “No, Major Wilkes, I do not. I think most men and women live their whole lives without knowing love. They accept a simulacrum for the real thing. They confuse cold grey embers for a raging fire”
Scarlett: “Love Rhett Butler? That arrogant, insulting, self-satisfied . . . Why would anyone love Rhett Butler?”
Rosemary Butler: “What? Are you mad?”
Scarlett: “On the contrary, I may be, after many years, putting men’s madness aside.” Scarlett went to the decanter and poured a healthy tot of brandy into her tea. “Oh, I know, I know. Ladies don’t drink brandy in their tea. Frankly, Rosemary, I no longer care what ladies do or don’t do.”
Scarlett about Rhett: "Making me smile, and infuriating me at the same time!"
As if by mutual consent, they played the long and happily married man and wife, toying with each other, building tension until the air between them crackled. Last night when Rhett escorted Scarlett into the dining room, the rustle of her crisp petticoats had been electric.
Rhett: “I want to host a barbecue. Just like old times. We’ll invite everybody. Do you remember the barbecue where we met?”
Scarlett: “I am hardly likely to forget.”
Rhett: “There I was, innocently napping, and when I sat up, my eyes lit on the loveliest girl I’d ever seen. And she hurled crockery at me!”
Scarlett: “I’ve always been sorry I missed.”
And well, I liked it. I wouldn't have said that half way through the book, but in the end I liked it. It's not Margaret Mitchell. It's not Gone with the Wind. Don't think of it as a sequel, but I'd recommend it to any GWTW enthusiast.
The beginning seemed just like a lot of set-up . . . set-up to a story you already know - GWTW. But you meet new characters from Rhett's life, including his sister Rosemary (who reminded me a lot of Scarlett, complete with her own Ashley Wilkes romance). The book does extend past the GWTW ending. It’s a little weird, and I didn't like it at first. I think Margaret’s ending is so perfect and classic, allowing the reader to finish their own story. This ending isn’t perfect, but it was what I’d envisioned to some extent and so it grew on me and was nice to read.
And of course there is Scarlett. Just as Scarlett longed for Ashley, this book shows Rhett longing for Scarlett, and in the end Scarlett scheming to win Rhett back.
In keeping with my GWTW blogging tradition, here are a few quotes I like:
Rhett to his sister Rosemary: "Sister, if I leave you with one piece of advice, it is: Live your life. Let no other live it for you."
Rhett, about overhearing Ashley and Scarlett in the library at the Twelve Oaks barbecue: "A better man than I, Rhett thought, would leap up, apologize, and assure the lovers he’d heard nothing as he hurried from the room. Fortunately, I am not a better man."
Scarlett to Ashley: “No, Major Wilkes, I do not. I think most men and women live their whole lives without knowing love. They accept a simulacrum for the real thing. They confuse cold grey embers for a raging fire”
Scarlett: “Love Rhett Butler? That arrogant, insulting, self-satisfied . . . Why would anyone love Rhett Butler?”
Rosemary Butler: “What? Are you mad?”
Scarlett: “On the contrary, I may be, after many years, putting men’s madness aside.” Scarlett went to the decanter and poured a healthy tot of brandy into her tea. “Oh, I know, I know. Ladies don’t drink brandy in their tea. Frankly, Rosemary, I no longer care what ladies do or don’t do.”
Scarlett about Rhett: "Making me smile, and infuriating me at the same time!"
As if by mutual consent, they played the long and happily married man and wife, toying with each other, building tension until the air between them crackled. Last night when Rhett escorted Scarlett into the dining room, the rustle of her crisp petticoats had been electric.
Rhett: “I want to host a barbecue. Just like old times. We’ll invite everybody. Do you remember the barbecue where we met?”
Scarlett: “I am hardly likely to forget.”
Rhett: “There I was, innocently napping, and when I sat up, my eyes lit on the loveliest girl I’d ever seen. And she hurled crockery at me!”
Scarlett: “I’ve always been sorry I missed.”
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Yes We Can . . . Cun
Two weeks later my tan is gone and I need a reminder that warmer weather does exist.
About a month ago a doctor told me that his official recommendation for me is to move to Miami. I hate the cold weather. Hate it. Yes, I know. I think it's a little weird that I did my undergrad in Utah. Moved to New York City which isn't exactly warm either. And then moved back to Utah. I know. I get it. But I still hate the cold. And I still think I have a right to complain. And when Georgia was having unseasonably cold weather over the break . . . complain I did. Thankfully, the rest of the family - including Dad - complained too. Dad was so tired of being cold that he checked weather.com for the closest, warm place. Orlando was out. Miami was just as cold as Orlando. So onto Mexico it was. And boy were we thankful!
80 degrees. Bathing suits and sundresses. Mexican food. Cold drinks. A tan. My idea of heaven.
"Sam, ask Dad if we can have lunch yet. If I ask one more time he may get mad." - Shannan
Dad and his girls
Don't worry. Shannan toured the kitchens - and she wouldn't stop talking about the ovens.
S'mores for New Years Eve appetizers . . . then room service :)
The "hot tub" on the balcony Sam called the queso bowl.
2009 Family Photo - coming to a mailbox near you
The sisters decided this has to become a New Years tradition. We can't wait til next year.
About a month ago a doctor told me that his official recommendation for me is to move to Miami. I hate the cold weather. Hate it. Yes, I know. I think it's a little weird that I did my undergrad in Utah. Moved to New York City which isn't exactly warm either. And then moved back to Utah. I know. I get it. But I still hate the cold. And I still think I have a right to complain. And when Georgia was having unseasonably cold weather over the break . . . complain I did. Thankfully, the rest of the family - including Dad - complained too. Dad was so tired of being cold that he checked weather.com for the closest, warm place. Orlando was out. Miami was just as cold as Orlando. So onto Mexico it was. And boy were we thankful!
80 degrees. Bathing suits and sundresses. Mexican food. Cold drinks. A tan. My idea of heaven.
"Sam, ask Dad if we can have lunch yet. If I ask one more time he may get mad." - Shannan
Dad and his girls
Don't worry. Shannan toured the kitchens - and she wouldn't stop talking about the ovens.
S'mores for New Years Eve appetizers . . . then room service :)
The "hot tub" on the balcony Sam called the queso bowl.
2009 Family Photo - coming to a mailbox near you
The sisters decided this has to become a New Years tradition. We can't wait til next year.
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Jingle Bells
Since the last thing I want to do right now is homework, I thought I'd rewind to Christmas.
Christmas in Georgia was wonderful. We baked, ate, shopped and sang.
While I still haven't forgiven Mom, Dad, Sam and Kelli for going to NYC a few weekends ago without me, they did kind of redeem themselves with our semi-matching Christmas pjs.
Clear Eyes, Full Hearts, Can't Lose!
And of course we did our annual sister's Christmas Carol Lights Drive on Christmas Eve.
(with a stop at QT)
Recently Mom and Dad have had some free time on their hands, so Dad told Mom to get a hobby. She started quilting. (Now he's ticked that she spent a small fortune on a new sewing machine, but whatever.) She did make Caisa an amazing quilt for Christmas from all of her old BYU t-shirts.
We started a new tradition of hot tubing Christmas morning.
I love this picture. It is a classic Caisa face. Sam is doing what she does best - being ridiculous. And Shannan is posing in the background.
I still can't believe Christmas has come and gone.
Christmas in Georgia was wonderful. We baked, ate, shopped and sang.
While I still haven't forgiven Mom, Dad, Sam and Kelli for going to NYC a few weekends ago without me, they did kind of redeem themselves with our semi-matching Christmas pjs.
Clear Eyes, Full Hearts, Can't Lose!
And of course we did our annual sister's Christmas Carol Lights Drive on Christmas Eve.
(with a stop at QT)
Recently Mom and Dad have had some free time on their hands, so Dad told Mom to get a hobby. She started quilting. (Now he's ticked that she spent a small fortune on a new sewing machine, but whatever.) She did make Caisa an amazing quilt for Christmas from all of her old BYU t-shirts.
We started a new tradition of hot tubing Christmas morning.
I love this picture. It is a classic Caisa face. Sam is doing what she does best - being ridiculous. And Shannan is posing in the background.
I still can't believe Christmas has come and gone.
Monday, January 4, 2010
Last First Day
It feels a little like Senior Year. I'm excited to see my friends again after the break . . . but the apathy has definitely set in.
First day, Last semester.
I can't believe it.
First day, Last semester.
I can't believe it.
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