Real hospital social drama

I know it's lame to post just to link to another blog, but it's short and captured my feelings pretty well. Most hospitals have the whole no jewelry thing going on for valid reasons, but it CAN make interactions a little more... uncertain is all. I think the resulting social situation is funny. 

So, Ringa Ding Dong!

After all, who says a ring means you're off the market anyway? *cough* McCreepy *cough*

In which I sit ten feet from my idol and squeal like a little girl

Matt Nathanson quickly became one of my favorite singers after I first heard of him. I could listen to him nearly any day at any time. So you might understand my sadness when I say I wasn't able to get tickets to his show last night. Fate, however, smiled upon me today (incidentally, it was possibly the only thing shining today. Rain, rain go away...)

Walking out of an unplanned stop at Barnes and Noble, I did a double take when I saw a poster of him... advertising a show... at B&N... for free... tonight. I went all seventh grade girl in the store and hopped around on my good foot when they handed me wrist bands for two people. Oh man. So Erica and I had another fabulous date night tonight (despite the rocky start to the evening). 

My buddy Matt didn't disappoint. In fact, his band played as well and entertained us with good humor. He even gave an impromptu reading of Nicole Richie's new book "The Truth About Diamonds." He was as disgusted as the rest of us and tossed it off stage. Nice. I would highly recommend his shows.

Matt? I love you.

From November 2008

Listening to for the thousandth time

Can't.... stop.... listening....

Thanks Jeremy! I think.

PSA

Has anybody ever stopped the dryer mid-cycle to, oh, I don't know, see if things are dry enough to wear or something? I did that last night, and as I was pawing through the load my hands were burning! I had to wait for the clothes to cool!

No really! I'm of the school of thought that "if it can't handle being washed in warm water and dried with everything else, it doesn't belong in my wardrobe." And when I say "dried with everything else," that generally means on the hot setting. Well friends, I'm here to tell you that that setting is hot. How is everything I own not five sizes smaller??

My dear clothes, I'm so sorry. I'll be nicer next time.

Still haven't solved the big mysteries though

I had taken a nap last week before a dentist appointment. Waking up shortly before I had to be there, I threw the dog a bone (literally) and skeedaddled out. A short time later, I was in the chair waiting for him in the little exam room. My mind still wasn't banging on all cylinders yet, so I lay there watching the fish mobile in the corner. I've always found them amusing, mobiles. I have to deconstruct them each time, trying to make sense of gravity's pull on each of the hanging pieces such that the whole thing stays in balance. It seems they are constantly in motion.

I think that's what lead to the following thoughts. The dentist's office was quiet for a few moments while people were occupied with whatever they were doing. As I lay there quietly watching the mobile, I was noticing its continued motion even when you'd think the air currents had stopped. For some reason, the idea of its continued motion after everyone goes home at night struck me as kind of... creepy. I couldn't explain to you why, exactly. Something about the mobile's movement in the absence of people just seems weird.

I think that realization surprised me. My theory is that we adapt to our surroundings (duh). In the city, motion is closely tied to people. Cities are driven by people and if you take them out, it seems to me that things should largely be... still. That stillness indicates alone-ness. But then place yourself outside of the city, away from people, and that changes. If you're ever out somewhere and sense complete stillness, then something is weird- or about to go badly. You are probably not alone.

I don't know. Food for thought.

Newton's fourth law

You know that bruise on my elbow? No? Well, there's a bruise on my elbow. 

Sure, I tell you it's from soccer, but the dirty, ugly truth is... I did it to myself. And while I wish I could tell you I hit it on the counter or wall, the truth is even worse: I banged my elbow on my own hip. That's right, both of them are bony enough and I was moving fast enough to connect with enough force to both hear from a distance and leave a bruise. 

Isn't there some sort of law of physics that prohibits this sort of thing from happening?

Addendum: interesting to note- if you Google "Newton's fourth law," you'll get an interesting page of results. Apparently I'm not the first to come up with this idea. How sad.

Simple math

In the process of talking about our dogs and showing off pictures of them at work the other day, we were ooohhh-ing and awwwww-ing. There was one photo of Melissa's dog that showed his little yorkie lips. I've always thought Yorkie puppies were some of the cutest ever, but her dog is only half so and has retained the puppy look. So cute!

Anyway, I've come to a conclusion- in the same way that "all babies are cute," all dog lips are cute. That's right. Dog lips = cute.

Office supply physics

Can't afford a simple finger x-ray in today's economy? Have no fear, Scotch tape is here!

Mud and electricity

I learned how to jump a car today:

First you clamp to the positive electrode of the running car. Next you clamp to the positive electrode of the dead car. Then you clamp to the negative electrode of the running car. Finally, you attach the remaining clamp to the dead car's frame as a ground. Then you try to start it.

Thank you, kind soccer mom and most awesome soccer team ever (that would be mine)! It was rainy and muddy today, but we had fun :)

This, my friends, is what texting is all about

Gina

in a car, oh i'm in a car. but not driving

Wenikio

uh oh! did you forget where the steering wheel is?

Gina

i'm in the back seat. perhaps i should look up front?

Wenikio

i hear they hide them up there in he new cars. i miss you- why aren't you in seattle?

Gina

poor navigation mostly. figure out what i should do with my life yet?

Wenikio

be a pilot.

Gina

lies! i'm afraid of heights. kind of.

Wenikio

well driver's ed teacher is definitely out.