Christmas is over, and all the radio stations and grocery stores are back to playing their old, tired, sappy soft rock. Ugh.
But this blog is about happy things.
So I guess I was really happy for the month or so of respite from the Supremes and Whitney Houston, where we went back even further and got to hear Johnny Mathis, Nat King Cole, Bing Crosby, and all the other folks who sang all those songs I love.
I love being able to sing along with the Christmas carols everywhere I go.
And while there were times where the sappy, new-age, "soul"-filled, lousy remakes of Christmas songs made me really mad as I tried to find the stupid soap that I couldn't find, and as I ran up and down all the stupid aisles, wishing there weren't so many other purple bottles of cleansers, I could have ripped out that stupid stereo system in the store and felt much better.
But I didn't.
And all the rest of the times I heard the happy Christmas carols, I loved them and loved singing along.
Even if they're a sappy and horrible version, I can always just sing louder than the radio, and then I like the song again.
Friday, December 29, 2006
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
There is nothing like good friends.
This weekend my friend, Sarah, came into town, and it was soooo much fun to hang out and have a girls' night out! We all went out to eat, got dessert at the Smart Cookie, and then went to Rachel's house and all sat in her bed and gabbed and giggled like teenagers at a sleepover party. It was aawwwesome.... And I stayed out waaaay too late. It was all snowy and icy and cold by the time I drove home, but it was late enough that there weren't too many other cars on the road to hit.
Kevin and I sang a duet in church the next day, and my voice was not as happy as it could have been. It sounded pretty good, but it was rough, since I'd stayed up so late. And I also had to prepare a sunday school lesson for my beehive girls. And I should have woken up early to do it, but I didn't.
Feels like I'm back in high school
This weekend my friend, Sarah, came into town, and it was soooo much fun to hang out and have a girls' night out! We all went out to eat, got dessert at the Smart Cookie, and then went to Rachel's house and all sat in her bed and gabbed and giggled like teenagers at a sleepover party. It was aawwwesome.... And I stayed out waaaay too late. It was all snowy and icy and cold by the time I drove home, but it was late enough that there weren't too many other cars on the road to hit.
Kevin and I sang a duet in church the next day, and my voice was not as happy as it could have been. It sounded pretty good, but it was rough, since I'd stayed up so late. And I also had to prepare a sunday school lesson for my beehive girls. And I should have woken up early to do it, but I didn't.
Feels like I'm back in high school
Friday, December 15, 2006
I thought I killed my cat.
I like to sew, and my kitten, October, likes to help me. He likes to chew on the string, bat at any loose ends, dig his claws into stuff, and he also likes to bite pins. He pulls the pins out of the pin cushion and out of the stuff I'm sewing. It's quite annoying, but not quite as annoying as when he is right in my face, biting what I'm trying to finish.
But then on Monday, he pulled some pins out of the pin cushion and was chewing on them while I was working. I looked down at him, and he had a pin halfway down his throat. He meowed at me, and I saw the pointy end, but I couldn't see the ball on the other end because it was already out of sight. I tried to do something to have him spit it out, but a split second later, it was gone.
I didn't see it fall out, so I guess he swallowed it.
I was horrified. I couldn't think of any way it would just get processed smoothly, and I kept anticipating that he'd try to cough it up and choke on it, or it would poke him from the inside and tear up his digestive system, or somehow it would kill him.
I cried the rest of the night.
Toby is just a tiny cat, only 4 or 5 months old, and that is such a tragically short life! I would miss him how he meows all the time and is so soft and cute and, well, feline.
But it's now Friday, and Toby's still kicking. He hasn't died. The vet's office said he'd start throwing up if there was really a problem, and that hasn't happened either. He seems to be the same as ever.
Maybe he spat it out when I blinked.
Maybe he's a magic cat that can digest metal.
Maybe cats just have very accommodating digestive tracts for eating mice in the wild and metal straight pins in captivity.
Or maybe this is just one of his 9 lives. I hope he has a few more before curiosity finally kills him.
I hope I won't be writing about Toby and his fascination with our oven. That always scares me too.
I like to sew, and my kitten, October, likes to help me. He likes to chew on the string, bat at any loose ends, dig his claws into stuff, and he also likes to bite pins. He pulls the pins out of the pin cushion and out of the stuff I'm sewing. It's quite annoying, but not quite as annoying as when he is right in my face, biting what I'm trying to finish.
But then on Monday, he pulled some pins out of the pin cushion and was chewing on them while I was working. I looked down at him, and he had a pin halfway down his throat. He meowed at me, and I saw the pointy end, but I couldn't see the ball on the other end because it was already out of sight. I tried to do something to have him spit it out, but a split second later, it was gone.
I didn't see it fall out, so I guess he swallowed it.
I was horrified. I couldn't think of any way it would just get processed smoothly, and I kept anticipating that he'd try to cough it up and choke on it, or it would poke him from the inside and tear up his digestive system, or somehow it would kill him.
I cried the rest of the night.
Toby is just a tiny cat, only 4 or 5 months old, and that is such a tragically short life! I would miss him how he meows all the time and is so soft and cute and, well, feline.
But it's now Friday, and Toby's still kicking. He hasn't died. The vet's office said he'd start throwing up if there was really a problem, and that hasn't happened either. He seems to be the same as ever.
Maybe he spat it out when I blinked.
Maybe he's a magic cat that can digest metal.
Maybe cats just have very accommodating digestive tracts for eating mice in the wild and metal straight pins in captivity.
Or maybe this is just one of his 9 lives. I hope he has a few more before curiosity finally kills him.
I hope I won't be writing about Toby and his fascination with our oven. That always scares me too.
Thursday, December 14, 2006
Hello! Remember me? I guess it's been a while, but I've discovered other things to do while I'm killing time at work: Facebook!
It's super fun. I graduated too long ago to be able to have a college email address, so my profile says I'm just from Provo, UT. I'm not. I'm from New Mexico. I just live here because Kevin goes to school here. And because I have a cool job.
Speaking of my job. For the last 3 1/2 hours, I've had ONE phone call. It was this Chinese guy from Beijing who really likes to talk. It was fun to talk to him in Chinese for the first several hours. But then I got a little antsy and sick of talking to him while I should have been working. He did have a legitimate reason for calling, but he was very indecisive about that, so it took another 30 minutes to even finish up his order.
But he was nice for the first 2 1/2 hours or so.
He's from Beijing, and he used to play the piano in hotel lobbies. And I used to work in a hotel! He would get paid about a dollar for 4 hours of playing, and I'm not terribly surprised that he left China. He studied music all throughout Europe, and now he teaches piano lessons in Seattle.
He laughed really hard when I mentioned Kevin as my "Lao Gong." He was just laughing b/c it is very very colloquial. Kind of like saying "hubby." But that's what he is!
And he wanted me to set him up with all the Chinese-speaking Americans I know. So if you are one of those, let me know, and I have someone you should meet.
It's super fun. I graduated too long ago to be able to have a college email address, so my profile says I'm just from Provo, UT. I'm not. I'm from New Mexico. I just live here because Kevin goes to school here. And because I have a cool job.
Speaking of my job. For the last 3 1/2 hours, I've had ONE phone call. It was this Chinese guy from Beijing who really likes to talk. It was fun to talk to him in Chinese for the first several hours. But then I got a little antsy and sick of talking to him while I should have been working. He did have a legitimate reason for calling, but he was very indecisive about that, so it took another 30 minutes to even finish up his order.
But he was nice for the first 2 1/2 hours or so.
He's from Beijing, and he used to play the piano in hotel lobbies. And I used to work in a hotel! He would get paid about a dollar for 4 hours of playing, and I'm not terribly surprised that he left China. He studied music all throughout Europe, and now he teaches piano lessons in Seattle.
He laughed really hard when I mentioned Kevin as my "Lao Gong." He was just laughing b/c it is very very colloquial. Kind of like saying "hubby." But that's what he is!
And he wanted me to set him up with all the Chinese-speaking Americans I know. So if you are one of those, let me know, and I have someone you should meet.
Monday, December 04, 2006
My favorite Christmas carol this year is The Little Drummer Boy. I think I've known it probably as long as I've known any Christmas song, but this year it just stands out. When you first hear it, it just sounds like one of those repetitive songs that keeps getting stuck in your head, but if you focus on the actual lyrics and not just the "rum pa pum pum," it's actually quite a deep poem with a nice message.
And it makes me cry every time I hear it in the car. One time I had to turn the channel when I heard it, because I was on my way to Ballet club and didn't want to look like I'd just been crying. I already looked like I had just rolled out of bed into my leotard, so I didn't want to add to that.
I just don't cry during the David Bowie/Bing Crosby duet of it, mostly because you can't near the actual song over David Bowie's hippie Christmas lyrics.
And it makes me cry every time I hear it in the car. One time I had to turn the channel when I heard it, because I was on my way to Ballet club and didn't want to look like I'd just been crying. I already looked like I had just rolled out of bed into my leotard, so I didn't want to add to that.
I just don't cry during the David Bowie/Bing Crosby duet of it, mostly because you can't near the actual song over David Bowie's hippie Christmas lyrics.
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