Going Dark (And all Welsh and Stuff)

Not sure how much internet access I'll have for the next two weeks.

I'm going to Wales.

It's so awesome that I'm jealous of myself.

This morning's weigh in

167

Four More Pounds until we get to Pre-Lily weight.

(One more tummy tuck until we get to Pre-Lily waist size, though. Alas.)

ARRRRRRRRRR

so many of you wrote about the whole National Talk Like a Pirate Day thing on your blogs, that I thought I'd add my growl to the punch.

China has decided that no Tibetian Monks can reincarnate without government permission

http://www.abc.net.au/rn/religionreport/stories/2007/2036975.htm

(And you thought the thought police were at BYU... :-))

Where are your wrinkles?

That's what Sam asked me when I was getting dressed this morning. He said, "I like your shirt. And I love your beautiful hair. But you need wrinkles."

I asked him, "wrinkles?"

And he said, "Yes." And then he made a motion with his hands across his face and said, "Like this. One two three four! Four wrinkles!"

I think he may have been trying to tell me to put my makeup on, but honestly, I'm not entirely sure.

Uh . . . eek?

This disconcerting picture was taken out of my front window (while I was driving) on the freeway. Kinda weirded me out.

How's THAT supposed to help me?!

I was trying to buy a jacket online. (a "professor" jacket that looks professional and stuff.)

I've lost a good deal of weight in the last year and I'm kind of between sizes right now, so I wasn't sure what size I should order. Well, there was a size chart, so I clicked on it. It gave different body measurements and what size they corresponded to. So I got out my tape measure.

According to this chart, though:

my bust is a size 4.
my hips are a size 10.
my waist is a size 16.
my inseam is not usually manufactured. (35," if you're wondering. yeah. I'm six feet tall.)

So what the &^%$ am I supposed to order?!

But the real question is...

sage?

or blue?

It's okay that it's a Lexus and all bourgeois because it's a hybrid, too!

I'm shamelessly in love with this car.

The annoying thing about having stomach flu

is that everyone asks you, "are you sure you're not pregnant?"

and when you say, "yeah, I'm sure," they just give you a funny look and say, "but are you really sure?"

and then you have to explain to them that while stomach flu feels exactly the same as pregnancy, pregnancy only causes massive amounts of vomit, not full on bowel explosions of the other kind.

and then people look at you funny because you were just talking about the subtle difference between vomit-flu and diarrhea flu?

and then you freak out inside because are you really sure that pregnancy doesn't cause diarrhea? Like, really, really sure? and you look around all frantic for someone to ask.

and then you go to the dollar store to buy a pregnancy test because you're too cheap to buy a real one. but when it's negative, you freak out again because, I mean, you only paid a dollar for it! how can you be sure it's accurate?!

that is the annoying thing about having stomach flu.

Madeleine L'Engle has died at 88

The author of my favorite book ever--The Newbury winner, A Wrinkle in Time--died yesterday. You can read about it here.



One of the things this article mentions that I've always loved about Madeleine is that in answer to the question of why we tell stories, she says that “It does indeed have something to do with faith. Faith that the universe has meaning, that our little human lives are not irrelevant, that what we choose or say or do matters, matters cosmically.”



Here's to mattering.

Why am I so happy?

It's simple, really. As of September 2, Steve and I have been married 7 years. Yay for us!

Quote of the week

A member of my family who will go annonymous because I like her said this:

"People in Utah are just like sheep." [pause] "They do whatever they want."

It made me laugh.