Oh so stylish
Posted: February 2, 2011 Filed under: All's Well That Ends Well, Howl's Moving Castle 2 CommentsI’m so flattered to get a Stylish Blogger Award from Deborah. It’s good to be appreciated, yeah? I have to say, I was shocked to learn that Deborah is several years younger than me, since she seems to be infinitely wiser and more eloquent than I am. Check out her blog here and this post in particular – when I read it, I knew we were destined to be friends. Or at least blogosphere friends who sit near each other at church sometimes.
Now then…because I’m a stylish blogger, I get to tell you new Roni-centric things. This will be tricky since I just wrote a post of little-known facts about myself. But here goes:
1. I started college as a linguistics major. During my sophomore year, I switched to Family History. Halfway through sophomore year, I switched to English. Then I got sick and left BYU for a while. When I was looking at coming back, I decided English wasn’t for me. I wanted to make a difference in the world and although grammatical errors DO need to be corrected, I felt like there was something bigger in store for me. I researched a lot of non-profit organizations and a lot of them wanted employees and even volunteers who had a BS in sociology. This fact + learning that a sociology degree at BYU is only 35 credits = switching my major again.
2. I am terrified of the movie Harry and the Hendersons. Let’s leave it at that.
3. I loved math in second grade and I did math in chalk on the sidewalk in front of my house. One day some high school kids walked by while I was out there (we lived across the street from the high school) and said, “Oh, isn’t that cute. She’s practicing math.” I was sure they were being sarcastic (growing up with 3 older brothers makes you extra-aware of sarcasm), and I was humiliated. I tried to hate math after that. It didn’t work; I took calculus in 11th grade and again in 12th just for fun.
4. My favorite drink is the kiwi martini at Spark here in Provo. They have a full-service non-alcoholic bar. The Romgi and I like to go for their lunch special (3 courses for $10) whenever we can trick someone into watching the Bwun for us.
5. The first time I remember NOT finishing a book was when I was about 15. I had grabbed some random books off the fiction shelves at the library, and I hated one of them so much that I returned it when I was about halfway through. I don’t know what it was called, but the main character died in the first third of the book, and it went through 2 more main characters by the time I stopped reading. I vaguely recall the cover having a faded pink and teal border.
6. Once during the summer after high school my parents were gone for the weekend and I decided I wanted to bake a cake. In a springform pan. I’d never used a springform pan and I actually had no idea how it was supposed to work. For whatever reason, I thought the best solution was to go door-to-door down my street asking my neighbors if they knew how the pan fit together. When I got to the house of an older couple I remembered from years before, the husband answered the door and I asked if his wife could help me. He replied that she was dead and had been for several years. I went straight home and gave up on making a cake.
7. I hog jr in the mornings. She’s all smiley when she wakes up and I feel like I’ve earned some time having her to myself.
Finally, I’ll pass my Stylish Blogger award on to some other blogs I’ve been reading lately. (Please note that these are all real people I actually know. There are lots of lovely blogs I’ve started looking at, but since I don’t know the authors, I feel a little weird writing to tell them that I gave them an award.)
- Melissa of Griffiths Gazette is my visiting teaching companion and I’m not sure if she knows I read her blog. Does that count as stalking? Well, we’re about to find out.
- Katie of When I Grow Up, I Want to be a Mommy [Blogger] is my cousin, and right now she’s training for a half marathon – something I definitely never could (or would) do.
- Megan of NickMeg.com and I went to middle school and high school together, so we probably know way too many embarrassing stories about each other. Also, I’m jealous of her life. It sounds way more interesting than mine.
- I’m just going to put in a plug here for the Romgi (of Romgi the Enigma) because, you know, that’s the sort of thing spouses do.
To sum up, the powers that be have declared these 3 conditions for accepting your award:
1. Thank and link to the person by whom your award was conferred (that’s me).
2. Tell your readers 7 things about yourself.
3. Pass the award on by linking to blogs you’ve recently discovered.
Enjoy, and thanks again, Deborah!
Little-known facts
Posted: January 31, 2011 Filed under: All's Well That Ends Well 9 CommentsSome of these are so little-known that even the Romgi might be surprised.
- I rub my eyes when I go to bed. Not in a light “Oh, I’m sleepy” way, but more like smashing my hands into my eyeballs. I have trouble feeling sleepy or drowsy, so the vigorous eye-rubbing actually helps me get ready to go to sleep. Unfortunately, I took it a little too far. When I was pregnant with jr I rubbed my eyes so hard, so much, that I had to stop wearing contacts because my eyes were sore all the time. I gave the eye-rubbing up for a while after that. Now I try to be a little more restrained.
- I like to doodle in class if the conversation or lecture isn’t fast-paced, but I refuse to draw on my actual class notes. I have a separate section of my notebook set apart for doodling.
- Before having kids I worried a lot about pretty much everything. One of my real fears was that a car would crash through our bedroom window (remember we live in the basement, and our window is right at ground level). Now my biggest fear is that I will never, ever get enough sleep for the rest of my life.
- Actually, I do have another fear: moldy bread. I carefully examine each piece of bread before I eat it (or make it into a sandwich for the Bwun), even if the loaf is brand-new.
- Lately it’s really difficult for me to fall asleep. There’s just too much going on in my head. I have trouble not running through lists of all the class readings, papers, law school events, playgroups, and loads of laundry that fill up my week. To force my brain to slow down, I compose blog posts in my head at night. Most of the blog posts you read were “written” around 2am.
- This one is kind of weird. (The other things were all normal, right?) I was trying to explain to the Romgi recently how I visualize my mental space. Even as I started the conversation the Romgi was giving me odd looks. Here’s what it comes down to: I see my mental space as a 3D area mostly above my head, and different types of thought take place at different locations within this space. For example, when I talk to people, I visualize my speech just above my forehead but projected outward, because those thoughts are moving toward a concrete reality (in being spoken to someone else). Difficult abstract concepts, such as from my sociological theory class, are placed behind the top of my head, out-of-reach. They’re hard for me to grasp and I feel like I need to reach into this abstract field and move the thoughts forward in order to understand them.
- I also visualize a calendar when I think of time. First, I have a monthly calendar, which looks like your standard wall calendar, but the weeks are staggered diagonally so that each week is slightly more forward in space than the previous. Second, the months fit together in a similar pattern; progressing through December at the bottom of the year-long calendar, each month is inset slightly to give a sense of forward movement. Third, the days themselves start at the bottom with 6am and move through the day upward until midnight. After this peak, the late-night/early-morning hours move downward until the start of a new day at 6am again. Confusing? Look at a typical daily planner with hourly intervals marked off. The way I see it, those are all wrong. My day starts with 6am and builds UP. Daily planners build DOWN.
- I’m not sentimental. I don’t keep mementos or buy souvenirs.
- Today I learned that I absolutely hate playing chess. Sorry, the Romgi.
Thriving
Posted: January 21, 2011 Filed under: All's Well That Ends Well 3 CommentsMy accomplishments today:
- Clean the Bwun’s room (a major undertaking)
- Do the reading for my women’s studies class
- Eat Oreos and milk (ok, easy)
- Get both kids ready to leave the house
- Get myself ready to leave the house
- Assemble the double stroller for first-time use
- Go to class
- Participate in a study group with both kids in tow (in the stroller)
- Give the Bwun a time out during the study group
- Eat dinner in a public setting with both kids in tow
- Make it back to the house
- Transport a sleeping Bwun inside while carrying jr in her carseat
- Take a break!
What did you do today?
