Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Later, I was relieved to receive the tweet: Ahilles is recovering well from surgery & able to go home anytime after 2:00 pm." But the relief was momentary for just after that tweet was another saying: "Hector is recovering comfortably from surgery & able to go home anytime after 12:30pm."
There are a couple issues here. First, HECTOR?! Are they kidding me? I hope those vets payed attention in their GE Humanities classes to know that those animals can NOT be allowed in the same room as eachother sedated or otherwise. Second, what's this 'comfortably' nonsense? I'm sure my cat deserves the same amount of comfort due to Hector, Driver of Horses! MY cat's part god, for heaven's sake! And, Third, uh, why is Hector being released sooner?! I'm going to chalk it up to the fact that Hector's manhood was, well, smaller and, um, more easily removed than Achilles'.
Because it's BYU football time I'll begin this photographic trip down memory lane with this shot of Achilles getting to "know" our poor BYU cheerleader bear.
Jackson: "You will learn submission."
Achilles: "Like hell..."
Whitney, as you all know, tried to resist Achilles, but gave in eventually.
And here he is wondering why we are using his bathroom as our voting booth...
Or maybe he just wanted a vote too... Votes for cats!
And here is Achilles with his mommy.
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Friday, August 28, 2009
Thursday, August 20, 2009
I call this Whitney's dead fish face. He just gets sexier and sexier with each passing day.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
After doing some yoga in my apartment I thought I'd whip something up...
A few weeks ago I met Djima. He's a student from Togo and has been very helpful with my research accompanying me to farmer's markets and cafes and helping me out as an interpreter.
Friday, June 26, 2009
Friday, June 19, 2009
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
It’s interesting the silly mistakes you make while traveling. Today has been no exception. In all fairness to me, handling logistics for this trip has been a little more involved than my typical hopper flight from Salt Lake City to Portland every Christmas. So, it’s no big surprise that there have already been situations that could’ve been avoided or handled better. What is interesting, however, is that the mishandled situations are really basic things and I really should’ve known better.
First: As Corinne drove us to the Seattle Airport from Portland, I sat in my seat debating whether or not I should sleep and
feel better throughout the day or not sleep and maybe get a little jump on the inevitable jetlag when I realize with an incredulous laugh that Brianne and I didn’t check-in to our flights and print off our boarding passes! “I thought that’s what you were doing last night!” Corinne says. Well, kind of. We checked-in to our flight from London to France (you can check in with that airline about a month ahead of time if you wish) but didn’t even pause to think about our Seattle-JFK and JFK-Heathrow flights the following day! “Well, I guess we’ll just do it old school, right?” Right.
Second: Once we had been dropped off and said our goodbyes, Brianne were checking in old school feeling pretty good about things—despite traffic and inclement weather we were doing just fine on time—until I hefted my suitcase onto the scale. The very nice airline employee was pretty straightforward: “You’ve gotta shave off 11lbs or pay 50 bucks.” Sure, shave off 11lbs. That’s nothing.
Only… where is it gonna go? Do I throw away the two French text books, my triple combination from seminary, and my yoga mat in some airport trash can?! Enter the cell phone. Seriously—what DID we do before these things were around? After some quick calls to mom trying to get a hold of Corinne, we had her turned around and headed back my way. So Brianne and I proceed to ruthlessly trim things down as I think to myself “you idiot—why didn’t you weigh this before you left and repacked last night?!” I wait in line to check on the weight, praying we’re somewhat close. The little red digits shift around uncannily similar to a Biggest Loser weigh-in. Lost: 11lbs. For a total weight loss of 11lbs!!! Congratulations Paige’s suitcase, you have lost 18% of your original weight. This keeps you above the blue line, saving you from elimination and allowing you to continue on in your quest to become an internationally traveled suitcase.
And third: To pee or not to pee? After a bit of a drawn out passage through security due to an excess of liquids in Brianne’s backpack combined with the delay at check-in due to an excess of weight in Paige’s suitcase, we suddenly found ourselves cutting things a little closer than we had planned. Heading towards our distant gate Brianne declares that she needs to use the restroom. That’s fine. I’ve caused too much trouble to grudge Brianne her basic human rights but all I can think about is this last weeks’ episode of the Amazing Race. (Yes, I watched a lot of reality TV at my parents house this past week!) If there is any lesson I learned from that episode it is: WAIT TO USE THE BATHROOM UNTIL ALL DEADLINES ARE MET!!Not to leave you on a cliffhanger—we made our flight just fine. Which then landed safely at JFK despite a lot of turbulence and nausea.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Thursday, March 26, 2009
They set up the table complete with lit candles and a cauldron. Then they pulled out the ingredients: a dehydrated lizard, liver of a blaspheming Jew, eyeballs, and a mouse. Now, the mouse was living. They had the poor thing in a jar no bigger than he was. As a lid on the jar they had a cork and cloth. Somebody pointed out to them that he probably didn't have enough oxygen which was why he was freaking out. Minutes later, when it was time to add the mouse to the potion, we noticed that it had stopped flipping out...
Noser was pulled by his tail from his tiny grave and dropped him with a plunk into the cauldron.
"Guys that really wasn't supposed to happen... But it did.." This was the only eulogy Noser would receive.
Poor Noser. But he's in heaven now.
Is there a moral to this story? Yes, there is. But I feel that if I need to explain it to you, I'm interfering with Natural Selection.
Monday, March 16, 2009
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Don't worry, Whitney knows. He's probably a little "gay for Andrew" now anyway.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Upon eating a Dove chocolate heart he received the message "Be your own valentine" on the inside wrapper. I'm not going to go into all the many different meanings this could have, but I thought it was, at the most obvious level, kind of sad.
Happy Freaking Valentine's Day.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
My main purpose here today is to confess one of my greatest, darkest secrets. I often hide in closets. Well, not physically. I hide my support of many things in closet. You will often hear me confess, while talking about some book, movie, or political movement that "I'm a closet fan". Some of these things are legitimately in that closet. We all have guilty pleasures, and a few of my closet items gather dust in the darkness because in light, natural or artificial, they are truly shameful and embarrassing to me. Others really don't deserve this sentence and are merely there in due to my pathetic attempt to maintain neutrality and mystery.
Now, don't get too excited--I'm not sharing all of my closet loves. I'm simply bringing to light something that you already all know about me anyway and that I'm done trying to be neutral about. This doesn't mean I can't be bipartisan. I am registered as an Independent but I am so sick of hearing senseless, ignorant judgments from the extremes in general. At this moment it's the right that's really pissing me off. Now, this may very well be due to the demographics I most interact with right now.
Hold on, now. I DON'T want this post to be an attack on the stupids... even though I actually kind of DO want that...
I just want to say to everyone--left, right, and center: I support Barack Obama. Not blindly. Not ignorantly. Not by default. And not grudgingly saying "well, It's historic". No. He's just a man. And having considered all the choices, I can't imagine how so many people around here can still think he wasn't the best choice. (That doesn't mean I think he was the lesser of two evils.)
Today, waking up to the knowledge that we would soon have a new president--an intelligent, good person who will be making important decisions in the coming years with deliberation and consideration of all sides--made today one of the sunniest days I've had in a while. It's pretty thrilling to have a president that you're not ashamed of--someone that doesn't make me cringe when I consider the world audience.
Say what you want. I'm just so sick of all the nonsense for and against our new president. Things are looking up, and for the first time in a LONG time, I'm excited for the direction our country is headed (which is saying something considering our present state). For the first time in a LONG time, I am proud to be an American.