Tuesday, December 28, 2010
I arrived at my gate about twenty minutes later.
And I finally got on the airplane at 10:20 pm. Then we sat in the plane until 11:00 pm, because they could not find anyone to load the baggage. (Really.) Which meant I finally reached Russ's house at about 2:00 this morning.
Now, the point of this post is not to gripe about holiday travel. Really, I just bought a book at the airport gift shop, and read for several hours. (Big personal sacrifice.) The point IS that whenever I surfaced from my reading material, I took stock of how my fellow passengers were holding up.
Based on several hours of observation, I have found that there are key "types" of passengers.
Type #1: The Hostiles. With each announcement--delayed, delayed, broken plane, problem with the luggage--these people became snarkier and louder. Specifically, there were two guys sitting behind me that let out a string of expletives one expletive longer each time the airline representatives made another announcement.
Type#2: The Martyrs. While these people weren't shouting or cursing, the corners of their mouths were dipping lower and lower with each passing hour. By 11:00, some of these people had become true facial contortionists.
Type #3: The Deer in Headlights. This group was largely made of parents with young children. Their faces slowly drained of all emotion, and their glassy eyes stared straight ahead as Junior sprawled unconscious across the airport floor or shrieked murder from his stroller.
Type #4: The Smirkers. There were several of these, and I liked watching them the most. They were the ones that cast sly sideways glances, quirked their lips sideways in bemusement, and maybe even let out a scrappy chuckle or two. There was one lady in particular who really seemed to think the situation got funnier and funnier as the evening went on.
I'm not sure why I felt compelled to expose you all to my mini Sociology experiment. I just thought I could take a lesson from the lady from group #4.
To be fair, I guess I should say there was also the fifth type:
Type #5: Girls who are so distracted by the book they are reading that they only realize an announcement is being made when it's already 2/3 of the way over. These girls then have to judge whether it was a good announcement or a bad announcement based on the reactions of the people sitting around them. So they stare. And then they blog about it.
Thursday, December 09, 2010
I have a problem--there are times when books, or television shows, or movies affect me a little too much.
When something sad happens, I feel sad. And then I can't shake it for a while. My mind just turns it over and over, and I find myself trying to put words to the emotions that I witnessed. As if by writing them down--even mentally--I might somehow better understand it.
I just finished watching a show on tv, and I'm feeling embarrassingly distraught.
I guess this is why I will never be a counselor, doctor, or social worker; I'd be a pathetic heap of sobbing blubber by the end of the first week.
Maybe I ought to work on that.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
That's the word they keep using for it: blizzard.
From the moment I stepped out of the house this morning, everyone has been talking about it.
It's on the radio. It's waiting in my email in-box. It's the topic of special faculty meetings and teacher lunch tables. It's written on big flashing signs along I-15.
In the grocery store parking lot, I watched each shopper tilt his or her chin way up, trying to read the storm clouds.
The world is battening down the hatches.
And I'm inexplicably excited about this whole thing.
Is it strange that if it doesn't snow, I'm going to be really disappointed?
Come on, clouds. We're holding our breath.
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Right up until he decided he wanted a fish.
Remember that scene from Dumb and Dumber? The one with the "most annoying sound in the world?"
Oh yeah. Don't be fooled by all the strange sounds on the clip. You'll know it when you hear it.
I gotta say, it worked for him. He probably got half of my tray of fish.
Also, when they tell you to watch out for the birds, they mean it. I was hit in the head by birds four different times that day, and Sunshine actually had a sea gull swoop down and bite her finger hard enough to draw blood!
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Sunday, October 17, 2010
However, that is not to say that we didn't have any fun.
Delicate Arch (in profile).
Wednesday, September 01, 2010
Okay, you win. I'm saying uncle. I give up! So please, please, please STOP now!
STOP getting hurt! STOP ending up in the hospital! STOP having close calls! STOP having accidents!
Sometimes, bad things happen to good people. Therefore, you must all BE CAREFUL. Because you ARE good people!
Wear your seatbelt! Wear your helmet! Take your meds!
Because I LOVE YOU. And I am selfish. And I want you HERE. With me. Unbruised.
You are all the little pieces of my heart.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Countries of the World Quiz
How many countries can you name? Use the common, English name. Has to be a sovereign nation, so Scotland and England don't count, etc...
Enter country's name here:
This beats or equals 100% of test takers.
Now if only I could go and SEE some of those places!
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
There were so many bald eagles everywhere that my dad started referring to them as Alaskan Pigeons. This fellow was brilliant. He is camped out at one of the salmon fish hatcheries. The giant salmon would come along, and try to jump over the little cement partition, and land on the rock just in front of him. Alaska Zipline Tours. Courtesy of one of Durd's bus-driving buddies.
My dad really liked salmon fishing. It was cool to get to spend so much time with him. He taught me how to rig up a pole, drive the boat, and net a large, angry salmon. However, I refused to be the one to hit the fish on the head with the baseball bat.
Humpback Whale. Look close. He is breaching and is about to crash back into the water.
That thing in my hands is a crab trap. I was fishing for halibut when I snagged my line on something so heavy that I could not get it up. It was obviously not a fish, so my dad had to help me hoist it in. And lo and behold, a crab trap! We fixed the trap up, and put it out for a few days, but when we went back to check it, all we had caught was a sun starfish.
Sun starfish have 18 legs! (Thanks for the picture Elaine!)
Fish camp was fun! We did an ENORMOUS amount of dishes, made a RIDICULOUS number of sandwiches, and folded sheets until I was ready to explode. But we also met some fabulous people, saw incredible wildlife, and got to experience a place that is truly like nothing else I've ever seen. All in all, good adventure.
Now, what am I going to do with all this fish?
Thursday, July 01, 2010
This is Morgan.
They did not like riding in the car.
They started fighting when I carried the cat carrier into the vet's office.
They shed ALL OVER the exam room.
They did not like having their temperature taken. (Don't blame them.)
They did not like shots.
Dannon reacted by claiming the cat carrier and refusing to let Morgan back in. I've never really seen her act like that! The vet said it was normal...
So while Dannon was in the backroom getting worked on, I closed Morgan in the cat carrier, and I got a cardboard box carrier for Dannon so I could keep them separate on the ride home.
We got them back in the car. And Dannon was suddenly possessed by a horrible demon of some sort. She yowled and screamed and scraped and slammed. She sounded like she was trying to imitate a character from Duck Tales! I had NEVER heard her do ANYTHING like that!
Keep in mind, this cat usually enjoys confined spaces...
I tried talking to her to calm her down, but the craziness just escalated for the entire 3.5 miles home from the vet.
When we pulled into the driveway, I leapt out of my seat, ran around the car, threw open the door, and found Dannon sitting free in the backseat.
Here is what the cardboard carrier looks like now.
She had somehow managed to squeeze out of that hole.
Apparently, there will be no road trips with the cats....
Monday, June 28, 2010
They kept repeating the fact that there were 444 steps in and 444 steps out.
This is a very blurry picture of my parents.
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
But sometimes I have to go do something else, because I get so TIRED of watching these grown men throw themselves on the ground, rolling in fake agony because somebody on the other team kicked them in the shin guard. When they start flopping, I feel like I am watching a two-year-old have a tantrum in the grocery store. And then they just jump up and run for another 55 minutes as if nothing happened... becuase in most cases, nothing did.
Steve Nash broke his nose, put it back in place himself, and kept playing. In high school, my best friend Megan broke her arm in a soccer match and still finished the game! So why do these super-talented, super-strong men pitch full on fits any time they fall down?
(I do feel inclined to say that a real injury is a real injury. If you are hurt, you obviously should get help. Heck, I blew my knee playing soccer. I know how that goes.)
Oh well. Here's hoping it doesn't effect the overall scores too much.
Go Ivory Coast!
Saturday, June 05, 2010
So far I have:
1.Eaten at a restaurant
2. Taken a 3 hour nap.
3. Watched the last 4 episodes of Jerciho.
4. Stayed up until 4 in the morning to finish my book.
5. Slept until eleven.
6. Visited Riverton Art Festival.
7. Purchased cartoons at the Hollywood Video closing sale.
8. Eaten tacos at the little league fields.
9. Purchased plants (zucchini, tomato, red bell pepper, purple bell pepper) at IFA.
10. Took a 2 hour nap.
Dinner at Marshall and Lauren's.
Rodeo in Herriman.
Teachers love summer.
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Saturday, February 27, 2010
The kid climbs gigantic cliffs without a rope. No rope. No equipment. No one to catch him when he slides off. Thousands of feet in the air.
During the film, he climbed Midnight Buttress in Zion National Park AND... are you ready for this... Half Dome in Yosemite.
Yeah, he just walked up to the bottom of Half Dome, grabbed on and started climbing! For 600 meters!
One mistake and you get a 2000 foot drop to the valley floor and certain death.
I have never been more on edge watching a film. My hands were sweating!
The kid is nuts. Completely awesome. But nuts.
You can watch the opening clip of the movie here.