Monday, February 16

Something Random I'm Going to Fill Out....

Here's another silly tag!

I am: the greatest master of superlatives EVER! ...est. Woo hoo! ;)
I know: next to nothing compared to Matt :)
I want: to live in San Diego forever
I have: a great marriage with a great man, and a fun kid!
I hate: when people hyper-train kids like they're pet monkeys
I feel: headache-y
I hear: the rain and I love it!
I smell: the rain!
I crave: pastries
I search: for pretty places
I love: being outside
I care: A LOT about being outside. where it's pretty.
I always: repeat things when superlatives and capital letters just aren't enough! (like how I love pretty places outside! :))
I believe: in giving good names to babies
I sing: like a white girl. too bad :-(
I write: my name over and over since I stink at drawing but want to doodle
I lose: trivia games or Balderdash against Matt
I win: strategy games against Matt and Balderdash against anyone else
I never: enjoy being somewhere ugly or being stuck inside all day
I listen: to a wider variety of music than people ever guess (even YOU, I bet!)
I am scared: of birds pooping on my head :)
I need: green! and flowers.
I am happy about: this totally gorgeous day, and being with Matt and Seth to enjoy it together
I tag: anyone suffering from insomnia like I have lately.... :)

Uh oh!

What Seth had to say after taking this game out to play with Matt:


"[GASP!] Uh oh! His brain is coming out...."

Saturday, February 14

Inexcusable.

Imagine:

What if you were paid outrageous amounts of money to be good at golf, let's say. And every fourth or fifth hole, no matter where you golfed, no matter what the stakes, no matter what the weather or the opponents or what clubs or what score, no matter what, you are taken to a temperature-controlled, grass-controlled, humidity-controlled room to attempt an exactly-10-foot putt on a perfectly-level spot. You're given the exact same club every time—perfectly controlled so the conditions never change. Imagine the average golfer somehow—unfathomably!—often misses the shot. Would you allow yourself to ever—EVER!—miss?

Imagine you were paid enormous amounts of money to be good at, uh, scrapbooking. People judge your work and pay you accordingly (hehe). Imagine one of the criteria—20% of your score!—is that you take the letters S C R A P B O O K that have already been cut out for you, and glue them with the same glue that's always given to you (new and goo-free :)) into the outlines of S C R A P B O O K that have already been printed on a page. The paper is always the same. The glue is always the same. The shapes of the letters are always the same. And—unfathomably!—the average paid scrapbooker can't get all the letters inside the lines. Would you ever—EVER!—miss?! Say yes, and you're a fool!

Imagine you were paid enormous amounts of money to be good at, oh, let's say basketball. And every so often you're asked to stand on a line that is always—ALWAYS—the exact same distance from the net. You're given a ball that is always the same size. The other players are always asked to stand out of your way, and you're always given the same amount of generous time to contemplate your shot. The backboard is always exactly the same. The net is always exactly the same. The distance to the rim is always exactly the same. Would you ever—EVER!!!!—ever, ever miss?

Come on! How many athletes get the chance to have a perfect constant? Shooting free-throws is the biggest gimme in all of the getting-paid-to-do-things world! But how many games are decided by fewer points than free-throws missed? Too many! It's ridiculous. If I have to see another game decided by missed free-throws, soooo help me...! Whoever you are or whatever your lame excuse is, if you're getting paid millions of dollars—or getting a free education—to be good at basketball, it is inexcusable to have a free-throw percentage less than—I'll be very generous—95%. Park yourself on that free-throw line, the one perfect constant in all of sports, and figure out how to make that shot. Every time. Every time! All you'd have to give me to be a 100% free-throw-shooter is a gift certificate to a taco shop for every 25 consecutive free-throws. I could have been a 100% free-throw shooter in 5th grade for some of those stupid slap-bracelets or something...! But Hack-a-Shaq actually worked against a guy getting paid millions of dollars to do nothing in life but practice and play basketball? Are you kidding me?This makes no sense. (Don't even get me started on BYU's pathetic team. Even when they're good, they stink!)

Basketball players! Shape up. Your free-throw behavior is unconscionable. UN-conscionable.... Tsk, tsk, tsk.

Seth still NEEDS to do things....

Me: "Seth, ewww! That's icky. Please don't put cheese between your toes."

Seth: "But... I NEEED to, Mom. I NEED to put cheese in my toes."

(Then he tried to take a bite without using his fingers. He's very flexible! And dextrous, apparently. :))

Monday, February 9

Sorry.

An apology for the really pretty picture that is all fuzzy and not within the header box. I apparently don't understand blogger's header image procedure. It seems simple enough! But then...I fail. Miserably. Sorry folks.

Wednesday, February 4

25 Random Things

Everyone—and I mean everyone—is putting "25 Random Things" lists on Facebook. I've been tagged about 3824 times. Instead of putting 25 random facts about myself in a Facebook note, though, I thought it would be more fun to put 25 random things about Matt! On my blog! Yessss...! Here are some things you might not have known about my best good friend. :)

1. He used to play the violin, and still has one in the closet. (But is the only one of six kids to successfully drop out of piano lessons! Ha! Something he now regrets, even if he's still proud of it.)

2. He actually—and he's not joking—wants to go to North Korea. Also, Afghanistan! ("It's fascinating!") And wants to be dropped by helicopter (not joking here either) into some of the scariest parts of Africa to fix kids' hearts and other medical helps. I don't want to crush all his dreams, but.... The Congo? Seriously?

3. Growing up, he liked every single food he ever tried except for enchiladas (random...). (And he'll try any food, no matter how odd! Silkworm larvae, sea cucumber, strange animal organs, hottest spices in the world, dog soup... anything...!) 

4. Last year he ate the first thing in his life that he wanted to spit out: a stinky cheese in France (and he loves stinky cheeses!) that "tastes like a cesspool!" But he didn't spit it out. Just marveled that now he knows what people mean when they say they don't like the taste of something. (He now likes enchiladas, too, by the way.)

5. He's an Eagle Scout, and REALLY very good at navigating the great outdoors. (If I had to survive lost in the wild, I'd want Matt with me!) 

6. He really—REALLY!hates scouts. :) Loves the outdoors, hates scouts.

7. He knows a little something about virtually everything! If someone has a random piece of trivia they want an answer to, Matt's their man. (He'll usually start with a deadpan lie, though. Hehe.)

8. His hair is so coarse that when it rains, the water just sits on his head and doesn't soak in!

9. His hair is so coarse that it's broken hair clippers.

10. When his hair wasn't so short, he had a Jewish patient ask him if he were also Jewish. He was shocked that Matt said no and said, "but you have a Jew-Fro!" Matt loved that. :)

11. He never had a crush before me. (Believe me, I've tried to get it out of him!)

12. He wanted to go to Duke or Stanford, but in the end couldn't pass up the cheapness of BYU. (Which is ok, I guess, since I was fool enough to not even apply anywhere but BYU. We had to meet somewhere, I guess...! My narrow vision sort of limited our options. Tears, tears!)

13. We've gone out a lot with my parents and brother, Jordan—and people always think I'm the in-law and Matt is the brother. (The new face-recognition function in iPhoto thinks Jordan and Matt look alike, too, and keeps mixing them up!)

14. Matt speaks Korean.

15. He's also studied Latin, Chinese (Mandarin), and Hebrew.

16. We went to Costa Rica so he could "immerse" himself in a Spanish course, but we got too caught up in the scenery to schedule very many classes for him. Ha ha! (No regrets. :))

17. He can't really drive a stick-shift. Shocking!

18. Matt has wanted to be a doctor his whole life, but jumped through a bunch of specialities over the years. He's wanted to be an ophthalmologist, neurosurgeon, hand surgeon, pediatric orthopedic surgeon, pediatric neurologist, a medical scientist (M.D./Ph.D.), a general surgeon.... He finally found the whole package in pediatric cardiology.

19. He used to ski like a rat on fire, but now he insists it wouldn't be fun to ski without me so we do blues and greens together. Whenever I ask him if he just needs to go on a triple-black-diamond again, he can't believe I'd even ask. "And miss out on a run with you? No way!" :-D He likes me. :)

20. He's broken a lot of bones.

21. He was once pulled over for violating curfew while driving home in an old chunky astrovan still wearing stage make-up. Ha ha!!

22. He's had a lot—A LOT—of stitches, starting with trying to climb up a broken mirror when he was a year old. 

23. He hasn't had stitches in years. But he still breaks bones.

24. He's a Lost JUNKIE. (Even though he agrees with me that it actually sucks.)

25. He's color-blind. But that's not really as intense as people imagine.... He thought our green couch was tan, and our tan couch was green. And sometimes he thinks red-rock mountains are brown. As soon as someone tells him, "actually, that's red" or green or tan, his brain actually corrects it and he sees the right color from then on.... Interesting!

Monday, February 2

Twenty-eight is GREAT!

I had the best, BEST, BEST birthday EVER this year! (And thank you everyone who sent me happy birthday wishes! :)) A few of the reasons why I couldn't have had a better birthday:

Kashmiri Naan!
Not only did we go out for wonderful Indian food, we discovered the best treat of all TIME!! Kashmiri Naan! The way this restaurant made it was to die for. Cooked inside the bread was a mixture of finely-minced pistachios, golden raisins, cardamon, and cherries. Bury me now! I'm in heaven! Sooooo good.

Over the river and through the woods....
To Grandma's house he goes! Woo hoo! (Not that any snow or sleds were involved.... :)) I'm a tiny bit ashamed to admit how incredibly nice it was to be alone with Matt for a few days. Seth is pretty awesome! But it was still really, really nice to be childless again for a weekend. :) And Seth couldn't leave us fast enough. When Grandma came to visit he picked up his stuff and started right for the door, then took half a second to turn back to me and ask: "you going TOO?" And I said, no. And he already had his back to me again by the time he said, "ok! Bye!" Out the door.... Hehe. It's fun that he loves his grandparents so much—and that we've always lived by one set or the other. He loves it. Anyway, we slept in! And went out for a nice, leisurely meal or two! And it was great. :)

Birthday breakfast!
Matt made me yummy oatmeal with fresh blackberries and whole milk. Simple, but SO tasty.


A surprise chat with Jordan!
He's a missionary in El Salvador right now, and we miss him so much that even Matt hurts over it. (Matt's usually immune to things like that. If you ask him if he even missed me while he was a missionary, he sheepishly admits that, "well, it just wasn't unexpected to be away from you, so it was, you know.... It was ok. Sorry! But I still thought of you! I just didn't miss you.... Hehe." But he really misses Jordan. We all do. :)) Not only did Jordan happen to need some medical advice on my birthday, but he managed to catch Matt at the computer so they could chat for all of about four minutes. And not only that, but it was about a freak fainting-spell he had had the day before over just bonking his knee, the day after I had freakishly fainted having a stupid mole removed! Ha ha ha! To still be laughing over my silly dermatology adventure and then to have Jordan emailing on my birthday to say that he had done the exact same thing.... It was priceless. Kindred spirits!

And then...! Ooooohhhhh!!!
Tosca!! What luck is this? Opening Night for the San Diego Opera was on my birthday! Which would have been fun no matter what, but they opened with my favorite opera! We almost—horribly almost!—decided not to spend the money. But, oh man! That would have been a devastatingly stupid decision. It turns out the San Diego Opera is a-maz-ing! (Our hopes hadn't been too high. We were so thrilled to be wrong!) Tosca has long been my favorite opera, but then San Diego's production made the other productions I'd seen look like community theatre or something. It just was...ahhh! Amazing. Matt couldn't even move during the first intermission. Just kept shivering and repeating, "that was amazing. Whoa. So creepy. Amazing. I can't move...." Hehe. (Matt had never seen Tosca—it was so fun to finally see it together!) And the second and third acts just kept getting better. It didn't feel like an American production, really—more like the British aesthetic where they aren't afraid to take their time. There were scenes where, ah!, the music would just kill you for how gorgeous it is, and nothing is happening on stage. It made it seem so much more real than the melodramatic opera story you normally see, with people strutting around and stuff just to fill time. Or when Tosca kills Scarpia, she actually took her time making her nervous exit—like a lady who hadn't woken up that morning expecting to kill a man. And he actually died sounding like he was dying! Like there really was blood coming up in his throat! How did he do it?! I wanted to die it was so good! I really love art—visual arts, music, plays, literature. But theatre, for me, beats it all by a million times. I lovvvvve it. And this—no question—was one of the best theatre experiences we've ever had. We would have paid three times that much if we had known how good it would be. (And now we know! San Diego has good opera! Is there any way this isn't the perfect place for us?! Woo hoo!)

And finally...
The sunset was amazing. The trees are blossoming like it's springtime (and some trees are still covered in autumn leaves!). Our flowers are thriving and it's been sunny and rainy, and warm and cool. It took us ten minutes to get from our house to the opera, and five minutes after leaving the theatre we were already driving along the coast...! Ahhh.... We were going home from Tosca, after a perfect day of wonderful time outside, great food and great opera, and Matt said (beaming as much as I was), "Well, Auburn, have you ever had a birthday in San Diego?!! With the best bread known to man(!) and the best opera production in the HISTORY OF THE WORLD?!!!!" And that about summed it up for me! Best birthday I could possibly imagine! Best day I could imagine! It was perfect. :)

Made me laugh

I saw an article today about the bad auditions in American Idol. And I enjoyed the final insult to a lady who really, really does not sing well. At all. Really. Not even a little bit. It made me laugh the way he mused about it. :) Hehe.

So why, then, do these "Idol" auditioners show up brimming with overconfidence, then open their mouths and sound like alley cats with bronchitis? And they're universally stunned --- stunned! -- when Simon and the rest laugh at them. Their family and friends have always told them how great they are, they say. Music is their life, they cannot imagine doing anything else.

On what planet do these people live? Do parents and friends really lie like that? Were they born with a selective ear problem that cannot translate their own vocalizations? If their hearing is this poor, do The Beatles and The Shaggs sound exactly the same to them? I guess this would explain why Celine Dion is popular, but somehow I'm not buying it.

That would be a reasonable explanation for the popularity. Ha ha! Must be a bunch of ear problems.