Wonder Dog

If you're ever feeling crappy about anything, listen to this poochie. Make it your ringtone if you have to.

Good form, Peter, good form

So I beat Christian in bowling.
As in, I beat Christian by doubling his score.

I beat EVERYONE but Mike.
Which is braggable.

Two games in a row, baby.

He let me do a victory dance, act sassy, and shout exhuberantly every time I got a strike / spare.
+50 points.


Isn't scared by my Ms. Independent Vibes. Or Miss Anthropic. Or Miss Chevious.
In fact, finds my sassiness cute / "aww"ish.
+65 points.

Is hesitant about going "dutch", prefers to pay himself, but lets me have my say in the matter: +25 points.

Enjoys my quirky / confusing sense of humor, even if he doesn't get it on the first try:
+35 points.

Congratulations, Boi Tribe. You are slowly coming back into my good graces.
Your team member has served you well.

Chance of future outing: ... 70%.

Caveat

My general caveat at present to myself and my friends is just this:

Don't be reckless with other people's hearts;
don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.

Stickin' it to the man

Feeling satisfied.

I spent all morning yesterday doing service for disabled adults and youth, and it did a lot for me.

I am half-way through Mosiah. Go Abinadi, I love you! August will definitely see me finishing the Book of Mormon again.

My room is a whole lot cleaner as of this morning, including the huge pile of clothes I'm giving to D.I. and the box o' trash that is well on its way to a lonely landfill.

I got a letter from my roommate today!

Sigh

It's only 9 A.M., and already I feel like it's one of those days.

I really, really need a hug.

PDA

My dad has a pda. As in personal digital assistant.
He also uses his pda *for* pda. As in public display of affection.

Today in sacrament meeting he wrote Mom a note on the screen of his pda and handed it to her.

It said "I love U" in mannish handwriting.

Mom smiled.
It was cute.

Les Choristes Caresse sur l'océan (au palais des Congres)

This is my absolute favorite French song from the movie Les Choristes. OH, I hope you have headphones so you can listen to it, it's beautiful!

S Club 7 singing 'Bring Him Home'

This is mostly for Kendall, because she and I have a thing for this song and S Club 7. Yay British Bands!

Random Thoughts

Which isn't so much a title as an excuse to use Miss Kendall's house as a repository for the current "huh"s running through the glorified paperweight on my shoulders.

Rufus Wainwright, thank you for your song "Complainte de la Butte," (no that's not the French word for butt or anything like it), and for its ability to be put on repeat 16+ times with little annoyance to my subconscious. And the fact that it's neither romantic nor bitter, but something in-between, causing no objections from bearers of the reckless female hormone.

Current opinion on Pride and Prejudice: it makes too much sense.
Current opinion on Romeo and Juliet: same as it ever has been--disappointing.
Current opinion on CS Lewis: I love him like a fat kid loves cake.

Anything sounds seductive if you say it in Italian. I think I'm going to order spaghetti next time and say it in such a sultry accent that the waiter drops his tray.

A man will get my attention if he's etymologically knowledgeable.
A man will get my attention if he lets me talk about things that are important to me, always
having the goodness to say, "uh huh" or "really?" at all important intervals.
A man will make me smile if he lets me know I am worth a lot to him. I don't really ask for a lot.

There are few things better than Spanish rice.

When I'm an old lady, I will still hold my husband's hand in public.
I saw a couple the other day at the temple holding hands. She was fat, he was lean--it was the ultimate over-the-hill realization of Mother Goose's Jack Sprat.

And now, at long last, the Deutschmusik CD must make its debut.

Intruder

You know how it is. You're peacefully asleep early morning (6-ish), having dreams about whatnot, probably Jack Sparrow (wait...remembered the status of his dental hygeine...going to reconsider that one) or the library or math or whatever tickles your fancy, and a loud ruckus wakes you up. You bolt upright in your bed, trying to discern figures in the early morning light. You hear footsteps, rustling papers and strange breathing. My goodness, you say, it's an intruder. Being excessively protective of your body, you search in the darkness for a projectile or anything pointy. Your alarm clock will have to do. At least it has the element of surprise.

The rustling continues...

And then you hear your ten-inch-high chihuahua gently whimper at the door for you to let her in, because she's ashamed of herself for messing up papers in the hall and tripping down the stairs in the dark. And breathing funny like a little pig.

I almost bought a fish the other night. My friend thought it was funny that I wanted to go to Petsmart before seeing Pirates of the Caribbean. I figured why not... we have an hour to wait. Of course plan A then kicked in as Ali and her husband showed up and ushered us into the queue for long-awaited summer flick. Playing cards and all that was fun, but I still wanted my fish. Maybe I should have snagged one from Bells Canyon Reservoir.

The Luckiest

Swoon. So today I'm in a hopelessly romantic mood.

But Brittany, you say, whyfore?

Well I'll tell you. Sometimes I hear certain songs on the radio--most of them old school--and they make me think of happy, wonderful moments in my life. The current top of that list is Ben Folds' "The Luckiest" which phrase I happened upon this morning and it triggered a memory. A very good one, too--although the Boy doesn't know he was even a part of that memory. It was a song I had in my head just after Valentine's Day. Funny that.

My roommate and I used to dance around the living room in our apartment to songs like that. And songs like this. And if Kristi were home, we'd dance to this. Once we had a group of guys from across the complex come over and ask us what we were doing. It's an interesting way to make friends: you never have to worry about doing anything stupid in front of them, because you've already put forth your shamless self to their scrutiny.

I'm glad to say that the return of music, dancing and me singing out loud to myself has returned. I was playing the piano the other day while singing and I realized I was actually hitting the RIGHT notes!

This is monumental.

Eagles

Whenever I watch Return of the King, I get teary-eyed when the flock of eagles comes in to help the good guys.

I can't help it. Merry says, "The eagles are coming!," the good guys all look up with hopeful faces, and my eyes start leaking.

Same thing with the part where the griffins fly out in The Chronicles of Narnia, or when Aslan goes around healing all the stone people in the White Witch's castle.

And don't get me started on Matilda. That movie is lethal to my stiff upper lip department.

Advice

Boys, one word of advice to keep you from being seriously steeped in anti-male sentiment in your near future:

• When you get to your date's house, don't call her and tell her to come out. GO to the door! It's basic common courtesy, especially on the first date.

Also, don't use cologne as a weapon. It's allergy season.

That's all. [...] keep up the good work.