Monday, October 29, 2007
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
(At least, we like to think we made it up...really, we've got no idea. Maybe everyone who goes to Disneyland plays this game.)
It's a devastatingly simple game. The first thing you need to do is designate a day that you're going to play the game. It might be every day you're in the park, or maybe you only want to play one day. Just decide and let all the other players in your group know.
As you hop back and forth between the parks, try and get as many exit stamps as you can. Some "cast members" at the gates can be rather stingy with their stamps. If they see you've already got one, they may decide that you don't really need an extraneous stamp. It's not true. Try and find the employees who will give you an exit stamp every time. It can be difficult. It's not impossible.
At the end of the day, gather your group together and head for Star Tours (or any other ride with a blacklight in the waiting area...it doesn't really matter, but Star Tours is a pretty fun ride). As you turn the corner right before you reach the loading dock, you will go through a small section lit with black lights. Make sure to look at your hands and see how many stamps everyone was able to get. It's pretty fun. And random...yeah. We love it.
Posted randomly by Natalie at 10:37 PM
Friday, October 19, 2007
Once upon a time, in the land of many languages (MTC bookstore) we had a vacuum. His name was Henry. He was young and cute and had a face. Everyone loved Henry, but he was hard to manage. One day Henry died. We don't know how it happened. So we had to start using a different vacuum cleaner. The new vacuum wasn't as young or as cute as Henry, and he didn't have a face either. Plus he was loud and grumpy sounding. But he has proven himself in the past few weeks. He's easier to manage, and he does a great job of cleaning.
We named him Horace.
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
It used to make me cry. But now, it just makes me laugh. I've found the humor in the situation.
On a separate and completely unrelated note, if anyone happens to find a small, brass key...(okay, sorry, I just couldn't resist the quote from The Office)
This is going to be completely random. But it's just what's on my mind right now. So here you go.
When I was doing bits of competitive clogging back in the day, Freestyle was my favorite category in which to compete, of course (okay, not really). And I have an extremely supportive family, so they would always come to my competitions, cheer me on, and offer me pointers.My dad was especially great. He always watched for my arm movement during Freestyle.
Now, it has always been hard for me to move my arms freely and naturally. Normal freestyle arm position (for me) was a swinging right arm and a stagnant left arm. Somehow, my left arm would end up bent at about a 30 degree angle at the elbow (this is, incidentally, the way I walk at school and when backpacking-my left thumb hooked through the sternum strap of my backpack. I don't know, it's just comfortable to me) . And there it would stay as I danced.
Trying frantically to get me to move my left arm, my dad and family would stand in the audience bending and straightening their elbows over and over again. All I could do was smile-my mind was on the competition, not on my arm.
Okay. Now I am in a clogging class again. My dad and family offer constant reminders of the way I used to dance (it is quite humorous-we have videos). I was determined to change my arm situation. So I concentrated on getting my left arm going.
The other day I sat down to watch my skills test video, and I was looking specifically at the way my arms move when I dance. What did I find?
My left arm was great. My right arm, however, remained virtually motionless. Oh, great. You have got to be kidding me.
Friday, October 12, 2007
Mata Hari! I read all about her in the Penny Dreadfuls. She was just about the wickedest woman in the whole world. She was a spy by trade, you know. First, she'd make all the boys fall madly in love with her, and then she'd toss them aside like an old pair of shoes as soon as she got what she wanted out of them.
"As she died she said, "What fun: it's the only thing I haven't done!"
...that's the kind of wicked girl...I...want...to...be...Like Mata!
Okay-I just could not get these lines out of my head as I was writing my paper for Anthropology. It's very random...so I thought I'd blog it. Plus it's one o'clock in the morning. That probably has something to do with the reason why I'm singing Little Mary...but maybe not.
(Oh, sidenote: my favorite costume ever. I don't really know why. It's a nightgown, for crying out loud. But seriously, I love it. I think I'm going to go rent it. Just for fun.)
Posted randomly by Natalie at 12:36 AM
Saturday, October 06, 2007
It's conference weekend!
There is a wedding in one week exactly, and I can't wait.
Dad's home safely from his business trip, and he brought tons of M&Ms home with him.
Mom made really good cinnamon rolls.
It's October! Halloween! I'm excited.
I have an amazing family.
I bought wheat thins yesterday. I love wheat thins.
Gideon is a funny storyteller, but he'll only tell a story once.
I have Dallyn Bayles's CD.
I'm going to the Grand Canyon in June.
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
(I probably should have posted this on ASCAP, but I'm not sure that anyone reads that blog anymore.)
Posted randomly by Natalie at 9:46 PM