Category: Random

I loved Crocodile Hunter in high school. I still remember talking with my friends about last night’s episode. There’s real reality TV.

So I was shocked to find out Steve Irwin, the Crocodile Hunter, had died.

I’m saddest for his kids. Especially 2-year-old Bob.

Ryan and I were talking about writing a will this weekend, and the thought of leaving Hayden behind is unfathomable. How could he grow up without any memory of his parents? Not knowing anything about us?

Hayden: eat your vegetables. My favorite are cucumbers.

Sorry, Bob. I don’t know what Steve’s favorite vegetables were.

I’ve been on a domestic kick so far this week. This morning I made chocolate chip cookies. I was very self-disciplined: I didn’t eat any of them! Okay, except for the one that fell apart. But I only ate the piece that fell on the counter.

Which brings to mind a valuable lesson: the chocolate chips of a freshly baked chocolate chip cookie will not only burn you, but they stick to your fingers, lips and tongue. That means that even after you drop the offending morsel, you keep burning. Ouch.

This suddenly made me think of the Sesame Street segment where a little girl is sitting in a high chair eating a chocolate cookie. Cookie Monster does a voice-over and keeps trying to get the little girl to share with him. She doesn’t, of course. She ends up with all of her hands and face covered in chocolate. Am I the only one that remembers this? A quick search doesn’t find it on Google Video or YouTube…

Within the US:

(Create your own visited states map.)

And around the world (this one’s a little sad – but note New Zealand!):

(Create your own visited countries map.)

Here’s hoping that if/when Ryan goes to Italy for work, Hayden and I will be tagging along!

I saw this in the newspaper and knew I’d just have to blog it. This is really, truly from the Prince Valiant comic. It says it’s Sir Gawain in disguise, but you can judge for yourself.

I think the word bubble should say, “My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Now prepare to die!”

Prince Valiant + Princess Bride = Twue Wove? What will Westley say?

I wrote this in an e-mail to an old friend the other day. She probably thinks I’ve lost my mind. Then again, she probably still knows me well enough to know that I lost whatever I did have years ago.

I had a dream about you last night. Well, you were in it. It was weird. President Hinckley was at this . . . stake-conference-like meeting. He walked down the aisles and singled out families who would need to give all they had. He pointed to my mom and said, “The [my parents’ last name] family” (he knew our name!). I asked her and she said they had (or were supposed to have) $150,000 to give because that’s how much my family makes in a year (neither of which is true, I think). They had to give the money because some disaster was coming. Then we ran around my house like crazy getting together everything we needed (which is dumb because that’s why we have a 72 hour kit). I just knew I was going to forget something.

Now I’ve forgotten where you were in this dream. Seems like we sat together in another meeting. And then you were there for a minute while we were running around like crazy. And we hugged at some point. After all, it was apparently the end of the world. . . . It was a strange dream.

If dreams mean something then . . . um . . . I have no idea. But I’ve been missing spending time with her lately, so that might have something to do with it.

It was a strange dream. And really creepy.