Man, that's the worst!
My Husband Cooked for a Month
9 years ago
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Nothing to Say.
The title of my post should be sufficient to answer any questions you might have. It has come to my attention, however, that a certain eager follower has taken to checking my blog daily, only to find it empty day after day, a la "The Mailbox" (that horrifically sad church-produced video about the old lady who checks her mailbox every day and never gets any mail and then dies - you know the one). Well, I never could stomach The Mailbox or its message, so I hereby vow to give this blog thing a little more effort. Disclaimer: it is requisite that some quality be sacrificed in the name of quantity. We've all been to Sizzler, we all know this. In other words, I can't promise that my forthcoming entries are going to be as rhetorically awesome as they've been in the past, but sometimes even junk mail is better than no mail, right?
I thought I'd get us started with some good old picture-narrations of recent-happenings, kind of like my last post part 2. Yay!
Yes, we made it. Sometime in mid-February it became clear to myself and my roommate Stephanie that school-time was over and that it was, indeed, Disneyland-time. So, in true no-children-or-other-serious-obligations-spontaneous-college-student fashion, we took our boys and we went. And can I just say, that place seriously is so happy. I swear they downgraded the castle since last time I went, and I really didn't remember there being so many Mexicans, but no matter - it was, truly, magical.
Autopia!
Matterhorn! Slightly lamer than we all remembered, but still charming in its own way. That abominable snowman gets me every time.
You can probably tell, from this next series of pictures, why the teacups were yet again my favorite ride.
I was so brave this trip! Not only did I go on Space Mountain and Screamin' (the monster roller coaster at California Adventure) for the first time, but, arguably the longest time in coming, I went on the Snow White ride.
As you can see, the old hag is still as scary as ever, but I'm working on it. I even allowed myself to be compelled to take a picture with her in her non-hag form.
And finally, real-life nuns having fun! You better believe I chased them down with my roommate's camera for a photo of them entering the line for Star Tours. This was the closest picture I could get without being too obvious and/or offensive. They walked with a very determined pace, too, as if they somehow knew that people would inevitably stare in wonder and ask for pictures if they didn't move to their destination briskly.
In other recent happenings, my best friend forever Carol came to visit me for her spring break! I just love her. Her visit serendipitously coincided with the annual Holi Krishna Festival of Colors that the Hindus hold every year at their temple in Spanish Fork. This was my second year of attending and let me tell you, the Hindus throw a mean party. Basically, every year the local Hindus have all these packages of colored chalk imported from India, and, at the appointed time, we all gather on the temple grounds and throw aforementioned chalk at each other, to celebrate the coming of spring and some other stuff that I don't remember. A massive Hindu dance party immediately follows. Henna tattoos are administered, chanting ensues, people climb onto roofs and dance like crazies. It is the perfect flamboyant outlet for us conservative BYU students.
We took this one just as an errant puff of chalk exploded over our heads. Good times, good times.
I thought I'd get us started with some good old picture-narrations of recent-happenings, kind of like my last post part 2. Yay!
Yes, we made it. Sometime in mid-February it became clear to myself and my roommate Stephanie that school-time was over and that it was, indeed, Disneyland-time. So, in true no-children-or-other-serious-obligations-spontaneous-college-student fashion, we took our boys and we went. And can I just say, that place seriously is so happy. I swear they downgraded the castle since last time I went, and I really didn't remember there being so many Mexicans, but no matter - it was, truly, magical.
Autopia!
Matterhorn! Slightly lamer than we all remembered, but still charming in its own way. That abominable snowman gets me every time.
You can probably tell, from this next series of pictures, why the teacups were yet again my favorite ride.
I was so brave this trip! Not only did I go on Space Mountain and Screamin' (the monster roller coaster at California Adventure) for the first time, but, arguably the longest time in coming, I went on the Snow White ride.
As you can see, the old hag is still as scary as ever, but I'm working on it. I even allowed myself to be compelled to take a picture with her in her non-hag form.
And finally, real-life nuns having fun! You better believe I chased them down with my roommate's camera for a photo of them entering the line for Star Tours. This was the closest picture I could get without being too obvious and/or offensive. They walked with a very determined pace, too, as if they somehow knew that people would inevitably stare in wonder and ask for pictures if they didn't move to their destination briskly.
In other recent happenings, my best friend forever Carol came to visit me for her spring break! I just love her. Her visit serendipitously coincided with the annual Holi Krishna Festival of Colors that the Hindus hold every year at their temple in Spanish Fork. This was my second year of attending and let me tell you, the Hindus throw a mean party. Basically, every year the local Hindus have all these packages of colored chalk imported from India, and, at the appointed time, we all gather on the temple grounds and throw aforementioned chalk at each other, to celebrate the coming of spring and some other stuff that I don't remember. A massive Hindu dance party immediately follows. Henna tattoos are administered, chanting ensues, people climb onto roofs and dance like crazies. It is the perfect flamboyant outlet for us conservative BYU students.
We took this one just as an errant puff of chalk exploded over our heads. Good times, good times.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Update-town
Yeah, ok, so maybe I can't attribute ALL of my blog absence to introversion. I really don't feel like my life is comprised of very many responsibilities/activities that might justify such a severe case of blog neglect, however, upon further thought I have decided that those few things that do fill my life are major time-sucks. So here they are (unfortunately, taking pictures has not been one of those time sucks, so most of these are going to have to be supplied by Google):
Ah yes, it is a familiar scene for each of us. This is me after a particularly draining day of the pursuit of knowledge. It's not that I don't like to learn; why, George H. Brimhall said that "It is a sin to be ignorant when there is so much opportunity for knowledge", and I think I believe him. Sometimes, though, just sometimes, I can't help but wonder if there isn't a better way. There's something very unsettling about this system we have of cramming our heads by day and partying it all out by night, only to rinse and repeat the next day, and the day after that, every day! And it's at this point that I ought to remind everyone that I'm only taking 12 credits. How on earth do my other, more ambitious peers do this every day without going completely postal? Beats me, but I applaud them whole-heartedly.
Speaking of postal...this quaint picture symbolizes me and my new job at the ASB mailroom. It really is a great job - I get there at 7:20 every morning, sort mail, deliver it to the all the important peeps working in the ASB, stay clocked in while I go about campus doing my thing, come back at 11:30 to sort and deliver packages, clock out, fine. So in reality, this really doesn't take up much of my time, but it's a significant part of my life nonetheless. I've always enjoyed sorting things (silverware being my only exception), and I like knowing that I am the appointed vessel to hand-deliver all the important pieces of mail to all the important people in the ASB. Plus, you begin to feel like you're real hot stuff because you're on a first name basis with Michael Colledge's secretary, you know that Carl Bailey prefers people to knock before entering, and you're sad that Mary Whipple will soon be leaving the records office to go serve a mission with her husband.
This picture represents me and and how much I freaking love my food prep class. Dude. Best class ever. We meet once a week to learn about food for an hour, then cook for three hours, and then we eat all our creations. Lest you need convincing, it is awesome. Today was egg week and my kitchen made a charming chocolate roll cake, read: giant ho-ho. Um, wow. Besides the obvious benefit of having all my meals covered every Wednesday, I really like the abundance of new, tried-and-true recipes I've gleaned from taking this class. Because I love you all, here is the recipe for the fabulous Salmon with Honey Mustard Glaze we enjoyed last week for meat week:
1 lb salmon fillet
Marinade:
1 T packed brown sugar
1 T margarine, melted
1 T vegetable oil
a T honey
1 T soy sauce
1 T prepared mustard
1 clove garlic, crushed
1. Mix marinade ingredients in a small bowl.
2. Place salmon, skin side down, in a shallow baing dish.
3. Pour marinade over salmon. Cover and refrig. 30 min.
4. Set oven control to broil.
5. Remove salmon from marinade. Reserve marinade. Place salmon, skin side down, on rack in broiler pan.
6. Broil with top 4-6 inches from heat for 10-15 minutes, brushing with marinade every few minutes, or until salmon flakes easily with a fork.
7. Discard remaining marinade.
Ok, so I realize we don't all have salmon lying around our kitchens waiting for the perfect recipe. But hey, I'm sure that honey mustard glaze could be a very nice supplement to pretty much any meat dish save ground beef, eh?
There's been a lot of running going on lately in preparation for the annual Rex Lee Run, in which my former roommate Jenn and I will be running the 10k! Woohoo! I think it's safe to say now, after several years of this business, that I really do enjoy running. I always look forward to blasting my ipod and turning off my brain for a good 40-min block of sweet tune-outage. This is probably due in part to the effects of that merciless homework system mentioned earlier. But don't worry all you worry-heads; I am always vigilant of potential rapists. Plus, I know ka-razy, too.
Yes, my first picture already hinted at this, but it's just too large a part of my life to leave out. I. Love. Sleep. I think I will always love sleep. Few things frighten me more than the prospect of having to carry out a full day on less than 7 hours of it. Recently, I have had the good fortune of coming across the perfect campus nap spot: The second floor, C-wing bathroom of the ASB, which has a little lounge area complete with psychologist couch and pillows. Plus, there is relatively little traffic since the ASB houses mostly male employees and this particular restroom has only to accomodate the second-floor ladies. I set the alarm on my phone, snuggle in, and I am out. It is glorious.
Of course, this post wouldn't be entirely honest if I didn't admit that the biggest time-suck, next to homework, is the boy. Not that he's not worth it or anything...but I do sometimes think I should be allowed to factor him in as three extra credit hours or something, just to make myself feel a little better about being such a deadbeat blogger, you know?
Ah yes, it is a familiar scene for each of us. This is me after a particularly draining day of the pursuit of knowledge. It's not that I don't like to learn; why, George H. Brimhall said that "It is a sin to be ignorant when there is so much opportunity for knowledge", and I think I believe him. Sometimes, though, just sometimes, I can't help but wonder if there isn't a better way. There's something very unsettling about this system we have of cramming our heads by day and partying it all out by night, only to rinse and repeat the next day, and the day after that, every day! And it's at this point that I ought to remind everyone that I'm only taking 12 credits. How on earth do my other, more ambitious peers do this every day without going completely postal? Beats me, but I applaud them whole-heartedly.
Speaking of postal...this quaint picture symbolizes me and my new job at the ASB mailroom. It really is a great job - I get there at 7:20 every morning, sort mail, deliver it to the all the important peeps working in the ASB, stay clocked in while I go about campus doing my thing, come back at 11:30 to sort and deliver packages, clock out, fine. So in reality, this really doesn't take up much of my time, but it's a significant part of my life nonetheless. I've always enjoyed sorting things (silverware being my only exception), and I like knowing that I am the appointed vessel to hand-deliver all the important pieces of mail to all the important people in the ASB. Plus, you begin to feel like you're real hot stuff because you're on a first name basis with Michael Colledge's secretary, you know that Carl Bailey prefers people to knock before entering, and you're sad that Mary Whipple will soon be leaving the records office to go serve a mission with her husband.
This picture represents me and and how much I freaking love my food prep class. Dude. Best class ever. We meet once a week to learn about food for an hour, then cook for three hours, and then we eat all our creations. Lest you need convincing, it is awesome. Today was egg week and my kitchen made a charming chocolate roll cake, read: giant ho-ho. Um, wow. Besides the obvious benefit of having all my meals covered every Wednesday, I really like the abundance of new, tried-and-true recipes I've gleaned from taking this class. Because I love you all, here is the recipe for the fabulous Salmon with Honey Mustard Glaze we enjoyed last week for meat week:1 lb salmon fillet
Marinade:
1 T packed brown sugar
1 T margarine, melted
1 T vegetable oil
a T honey
1 T soy sauce
1 T prepared mustard
1 clove garlic, crushed
1. Mix marinade ingredients in a small bowl.
2. Place salmon, skin side down, in a shallow baing dish.
3. Pour marinade over salmon. Cover and refrig. 30 min.
4. Set oven control to broil.
5. Remove salmon from marinade. Reserve marinade. Place salmon, skin side down, on rack in broiler pan.
6. Broil with top 4-6 inches from heat for 10-15 minutes, brushing with marinade every few minutes, or until salmon flakes easily with a fork.
7. Discard remaining marinade.
Ok, so I realize we don't all have salmon lying around our kitchens waiting for the perfect recipe. But hey, I'm sure that honey mustard glaze could be a very nice supplement to pretty much any meat dish save ground beef, eh?
There's been a lot of running going on lately in preparation for the annual Rex Lee Run, in which my former roommate Jenn and I will be running the 10k! Woohoo! I think it's safe to say now, after several years of this business, that I really do enjoy running. I always look forward to blasting my ipod and turning off my brain for a good 40-min block of sweet tune-outage. This is probably due in part to the effects of that merciless homework system mentioned earlier. But don't worry all you worry-heads; I am always vigilant of potential rapists. Plus, I know ka-razy, too.
Yes, my first picture already hinted at this, but it's just too large a part of my life to leave out. I. Love. Sleep. I think I will always love sleep. Few things frighten me more than the prospect of having to carry out a full day on less than 7 hours of it. Recently, I have had the good fortune of coming across the perfect campus nap spot: The second floor, C-wing bathroom of the ASB, which has a little lounge area complete with psychologist couch and pillows. Plus, there is relatively little traffic since the ASB houses mostly male employees and this particular restroom has only to accomodate the second-floor ladies. I set the alarm on my phone, snuggle in, and I am out. It is glorious.
Of course, this post wouldn't be entirely honest if I didn't admit that the biggest time-suck, next to homework, is the boy. Not that he's not worth it or anything...but I do sometimes think I should be allowed to factor him in as three extra credit hours or something, just to make myself feel a little better about being such a deadbeat blogger, you know?
Saturday, January 17, 2009
The Proper Care and Feeding of Introverts
I think this might explain my M.I.A. status on this forgotten little blog: introverts
The best part is that I found this resonant article while hiding from the shrieks of social jubilance emitting from my living room, where a ward party is running its course thanks to my acutely extroverted roommate. Now, if I could only find a tactful way to pass this on to aforementioned roommate...
The best part is that I found this resonant article while hiding from the shrieks of social jubilance emitting from my living room, where a ward party is running its course thanks to my acutely extroverted roommate. Now, if I could only find a tactful way to pass this on to aforementioned roommate...
Monday, November 10, 2008
Season's Greetings
A little while back I was out with my roommate doing some last-minute Halloween costume shopping when I stumbled upon a cute little jack-o-lantern costume made for those quirky Webkinz animals kids play with these days. Naturally, my first thought was "This'll look perfect on Mo! I must buy it and take festive pictures with her."
So I did. It's a little late, but trust me, well worth the wait! Here, giving the beagles a wild run for their money, is the MishMo Photoshoot 08: Halloween Edition:
Mo really is my child. I found myself pleading with her for "just one good picture" and promising a speedy removal of the costume if she would only humor me. We couldn't get her to look at the camera, she was completely unresponsive to verbal stimuli, and she kept running away, leaving her outfit trailing behind her (turns out it wasn't the best fit...)
But I still love her.
From MishMo to you, have a great fall season!
So I did. It's a little late, but trust me, well worth the wait! Here, giving the beagles a wild run for their money, is the MishMo Photoshoot 08: Halloween Edition:
Mo really is my child. I found myself pleading with her for "just one good picture" and promising a speedy removal of the costume if she would only humor me. We couldn't get her to look at the camera, she was completely unresponsive to verbal stimuli, and she kept running away, leaving her outfit trailing behind her (turns out it wasn't the best fit...)
(Nudie Mo)
But I still love her.
She's so affectionate.
From MishMo to you, have a great fall season!
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Tagtime!
It's true, this blog does not have a very good track record so far in terms of updates, nor is it the most compelling blog to read when said updates materialize. But that's the way I roll, unassuming and timeless. I figured the pattern I'd set forth was destined to hold fast for a while, at least until I managed to secure a spouse, child, or animal (one that doesn't sleep half the year, that is) and then I remembered - I got tagged a while back! And now I have structure. So, for your reading pleasure, here is a collaboration of freestyle tag items compiled from the blogs of Recoupin' and Stranded, plus my own additions. Please, enjoy.
Three Movies/Movie Scenes that Consistently Make Me Cry:
-The Fox and the Hound - particularly the scene where she drops Todd off in the forest and leaves him there to dwindle in the rain and confusion and loneliness of the forest, and all the woodland creatures are mean to him and he doesn't have a place to sleep, you know the one
-Evita - Col. Peron sets the brake on Eva's wheelchair and begins to carry her up the stairs to bed because she's terminally ill and he loves her, even though she's dying and will no longer be an asset to his career,; that doesn't even matter, he loved her all along! Cue poignant cello music, cue blubbereing Mish
-Charly - cliche, I know, but why??? Why did Charly have to die?!
Three Things I Unequivocally Fear:
-Spiders
-Get-to-know-you games
-Sleep deprivation
Five Foods I Could Easily Subsist On Permanently:
-Crackers (specifically Wheat Thins and Cheez-its, if I'm allowed to choose)
-Chicken salad sandwiches
-Bagels
-Ice cream
-You said it, Tiff - chicken fingers with honey mustard
Three Books I'm Currently Reading or Pretending to Read:
-A Grief Observed
-Believing Christ
-my American history textbook
Five Places I Would Like to Live or Visit ('visit' here applies firmly to the last two):
-Australia
-London
-Florida
-P.E.I, Cananda
-Russia
-Malta, Moldova, or some other obscure eastern European country - just to say I have, you know?
Six Majors I've Attempted:
-Sociology
-Wildlife & Wildlands Conservation
-Biology
-Integrative Biology
-Public Health
-History
The Three Things in This Life that Unfailingly Provoke Me to Anger:
-People who smoke in tight, confined spaces (like mosh pits)
-Any and all forms of animal cruelty
-Teenage boys and their crude jokes. It isn't even the vulgarity so much that bugs me as the total lack of imagination that goes into those jokes. If you're going to be crude, at least be creative about it.
Twelve Things I Love Dearly:
-my family
-my roomies
-Mo
-ice cream
-80's music
-sunshine
-sleep
-drum cadences
-C.S. Lewis
-sweatshirts
-my straightener
-hazelnuts
Five Lofty Aspirations That I Don't Have the Resources to Achieve Now (but hopefully someday):
-save the manatees
-support small businesses
-grow and manufacture all my own food
-get all the war vets off the streets and provided for
-befriend and nurture all the depressed, misunderstood and otherwise emo kids
Seven Things I Should Be Doing Instead of Blogging:
-looking for a job
-running
-edifying my mind
-Hist 220 homework
-volunteering at that retirement center that I made half-hearted commitments to a while back
-Buying Roomie's birthday present
-yeah, I really should be looking more actively for a job right now
Well then. Guess I'll go do those things... but before I go, I decidedly tag Ma! You're it!
Three Movies/Movie Scenes that Consistently Make Me Cry:
-The Fox and the Hound - particularly the scene where she drops Todd off in the forest and leaves him there to dwindle in the rain and confusion and loneliness of the forest, and all the woodland creatures are mean to him and he doesn't have a place to sleep, you know the one
-Evita - Col. Peron sets the brake on Eva's wheelchair and begins to carry her up the stairs to bed because she's terminally ill and he loves her, even though she's dying and will no longer be an asset to his career,; that doesn't even matter, he loved her all along! Cue poignant cello music, cue blubbereing Mish
-Charly - cliche, I know, but why??? Why did Charly have to die?!
Three Things I Unequivocally Fear:
-Spiders
-Get-to-know-you games
-Sleep deprivation
Five Foods I Could Easily Subsist On Permanently:
-Crackers (specifically Wheat Thins and Cheez-its, if I'm allowed to choose)
-Chicken salad sandwiches
-Bagels
-Ice cream
-You said it, Tiff - chicken fingers with honey mustard
Three Books I'm Currently Reading or Pretending to Read:
-A Grief Observed
-Believing Christ
-my American history textbook
Five Places I Would Like to Live or Visit ('visit' here applies firmly to the last two):
-Australia
-London
-Florida
-P.E.I, Cananda
-Russia
-Malta, Moldova, or some other obscure eastern European country - just to say I have, you know?
Six Majors I've Attempted:
-Sociology
-Wildlife & Wildlands Conservation
-Biology
-Integrative Biology
-Public Health
-History
The Three Things in This Life that Unfailingly Provoke Me to Anger:
-People who smoke in tight, confined spaces (like mosh pits)
-Any and all forms of animal cruelty
-Teenage boys and their crude jokes. It isn't even the vulgarity so much that bugs me as the total lack of imagination that goes into those jokes. If you're going to be crude, at least be creative about it.
Twelve Things I Love Dearly:
-my family
-my roomies
-Mo
-ice cream
-80's music
-sunshine
-sleep
-drum cadences
-C.S. Lewis
-sweatshirts
-my straightener
-hazelnuts
Five Lofty Aspirations That I Don't Have the Resources to Achieve Now (but hopefully someday):
-save the manatees
-support small businesses
-grow and manufacture all my own food
-get all the war vets off the streets and provided for
-befriend and nurture all the depressed, misunderstood and otherwise emo kids
Seven Things I Should Be Doing Instead of Blogging:
-looking for a job
-running
-edifying my mind
-Hist 220 homework
-volunteering at that retirement center that I made half-hearted commitments to a while back
-Buying Roomie's birthday present
-yeah, I really should be looking more actively for a job right now
Well then. Guess I'll go do those things... but before I go, I decidedly tag Ma! You're it!
Friday, September 12, 2008
Today
After my nine 'o clock class this morning I stopped by the progressive book sale outside the bookstore because today everything is 90%Off!, and do you know what I found? I'll tell you what I found; it was Love Among the Walnuts, one of my favorite books from middle school. So I bought that book, right then and there, and do you know how much I paid for it? Try 74 cents. That's right, seventy-four. 7-4. Cents. Today, I can do no wrong.
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