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.

Ni le ciel, ni les étoiles ne m'éloignent de toi

"Neither the sky, nor the stars could distance me from you." I am going to frame this and put on my wall at home, because it's something I really believe in.

One of my favorite songs in the French hymn book is "Souviens-toi." I sang it many times at the MTC with the French missionaries. This haunting melody, courtesy of Dvorák, is familiar to many as "Goin' Home" in English: part of the New World Symphony, second movement. I wanted to share the words here since it's in my head... and yes I will translate:

Souviens-toi, mon enfant: Tes parents divins?
(Do you remember, my child, your Heavenly Parents?)
Te serraient dans leurs bras, ce temps n'est pas loin.
(You were in their arms, that time is not far gone)
Aujourd'hui, tu es là, présent merveilleux,
(Today you are here, in the marvelous Present)
Ton regard brille encore du reflet des cieux.
(Your countenance still reflects the brilliance of the skies)
Parle-moi, mon enfant de ces lieux bénis,
(Speak to me, my child, of those blessed places)
Car pour toi est léger le voile d'oubli.
(Because for you the veil of memory is thin.)

Souviens-toi, mon enfant, des bois, des cités
(Remember, my child, the woods, the cities)
Pouvons-nous ici bas les imaginer?
(Could we, here below, imagine them?)
Et le ciel jusqu'au soir, est-il rose ou gris?
(And the sky, until night, is it pink or gray?)
Le soleil attend-il la neige ou la pluie?
(Does the sun wait for snow or rain?)
Conte-moi, mon enfant, la couleur des prés
(Tell me, child, about the color of the world)
Et le chant des oiseaux d'un monde oublié.
(And the song of the birds in that forgotten place)

Souviens-toi, mon enfant: A l'aube des temps,
(Do you remember, my child: at the dawn of time,)
Nous étions des amis jouant dans le vent.
(We were friends playing in the wind)
Puis un jour, dans la joie nous avons choisi
(Then one day, we chose with joy)
D'accepter du Seigneur le grand plan de vie.
(To accept from the Savior the great plan of life)
Ce soir-là, mon enfant, nous avons promis
(That night, my child, we promised)
Par l'amour, par la foi, d'être réunis.
(By love, by faith, to meet again.)

Ach du lieber!

Ja, ja ja. You're expecting a German blog. Well, I'm sorry I can't furnish you with one. I was trying to pray in German the other day, and I realized that I can only pray for:

Food
Help with my homework
My family
Thanks for this class and for the Savior

So I decided I might get farther along with the Almighty if I decided not to become a German citizen.

Which leads me to a story.

Once upon a time, I had a roommate named Lindsay. Lindsay used to talk in her sleep in German all the time. It was weird. Mind you, she didn't speak German in real life. Only in her dreams. Ja, das war weird. It started a chain reaction of every roommate from thenceforth talking in her sleep. I now know bits and pieces of German, Korean, Spanish, Mumble, and Microbiology that I would otherwise have missed had I not had the roommates I did.

Which still doesn't change the fact that I can't find the Umlaut.
And we had German pancakes yesterday and they were yummy.

...Your cow here would die of fright!

Kick boxing is an excellent way to improve your flexibility, illegal ninja moves from the government, and get your exercise in for the day.

Followed up by ballet.
And jazz.

Gene Kelly, you have been summarily put to shame.

Boo yah.

Finnish RM fails drug test

News flash: "Finnish RM fails drug test."

Scene I: drug lab in United States. Mike brings up his specimen for analysis.

Drug Technician: This is green.
Mike: Well, the water in the bowl was blue.
Drug Technician: We put blue dye in there to prevent people from doing that.
Mike: ? ... That's not how they do it in Finland.
Drug Technician: "You're going to have to do it again."
Mike: Um...
Narrator: audience hears car wheels squealing.
Mike (at home) : Kassy, I failed the drug test and I can't pee!
Kassy: (laughs hysterically)... "How do you fail a drug test?!"
Narrator: Kassy gives Mike three glasses of water. No effect. They solicit advice from neighbor boy. Enter neighbor boy. (Stage left.)
Neighbor boy: Drink warm water!
Narrator: Half an hour later...
Mike: Kassy, drive FAST!
Narrator: And so, Kassy had to take her husband to the hospital just so he could go to the bathroom. And he passed his test this time.

The end.

Dr. Mario

Adventure. A glorified way of saying that what you planned has taken a series of wrong (or right) turns.

Kassy and I were supposed to go to the salon yesterday to get our hair deep conditioned and enjoy the goodness of superfluous yet necessary feminine pampering. Unfortunately, when her baby Joshua woke up at 6:00 A.M., his runny nose and sinus infection made a grand entrance accompanied by a nasty ear infection. The poor boy was screaming for a while and wouldn't eat. Then Kassy and I went to the pediatrician (who I have to shamelessly mention, was hot. Like Keanu Reeves in better roles minus his poor acting or better yet a very young Christopher Plummer with nice tan and contrived accent hot) and got several prescriptions for Josh.

Needless to say we didn't get our hair done. But we did get in a few good movies, most noteably Wallace & Gromit: The Curse of the Were-Rabbit. Now that is good entertainment my loves.

The downside of all this misadventure is simple: Yesterday night I had a general feeling of listlessness, a low fever and a headache in addition to fuzzy tummy syndrome. It's not so bad today, but I've decided when I have a baby and she / he gets sick, I am going to coat myself in a thick layer of plastic wrap and Lysol. And wear some sort of anti-deathgerm-making face mask.

That oughtta teach the little germies not to mess with me.

Assurance

"Our safety lies in the virtue of our lives.
Our strength lies in our righteousness.
God has made it clear that if we will not forsake Him,
He will not forsake us."
- Gordon B. Hinckley Oct. 2001

Sometimes that's all I think we need to hear.

Mr. Darcy Stare?

The "look" can be summarized in a few words from Nicholas Nickleby:

Fanny: "We don't need words...if you could only see the way he looked at me."

Tilda: "Did he look at you like this? If he did, you're engaged. That's the way John looked at me."

John Browdie: "I hope it was better than that, or thee'd have run to the hills!"

I was thinking about this yesterday as I was talking to Lindsay's cat. My feline friend was gazing deep into my eyes while I was talking and every time aforementioned kitty looked deep in my eyes, it would put its nose against my mouth. I was like, hmm...this cat is subconsciously obsessed with kissing me. It's completely oblivious to anything else I'm saying.

And then the idea struck.

I should learn how to do that "look."
The wisdom of this simpering feline may benefit us all.