Failures

Last night I failed to go to bed when I had hoped. In fact, I failed at a few things and then this morning my cognitive skills have been severely lacking. Sometimes things happen and they just aren't what you had planned in your head. Thankfully, there is an entire blog dedicated to this kind of thing.

...And Zombies

While standing in line at Smith's, my room mate discovered a new version of Pride & Prejudice. Always eager to embrace anything Jane Austen, she examined it closer and saw this:

Pride & Prejudice AND ZOMBIES

Disturbing, yes, but it gets better. During our Sunday family time, we went online to read book reviews since the New York Times had apparently raved over it, one of my favorite reviews includes:

"I've always said the problem with Jane Austen's novels is that there simply aren't enough zombies."


We also stumbled upon a hilarious rendition of the plot summary on Wikipedia. Although I don't think I could stomach the slaughtering of one of my favorite masterpieces, I did laugh uproariously while reading the Wiki version and this was probably one of my favorite paragraphs:

"Elizabeth Bennet and her four sisters live on a countryside estate with their parents. Mr. Bennet trains his daughters in martial arts and weapons, molding them into a fearsome zombie-fighting army. On the other hand, Mrs. Bennet plans to marry the girls off to wealthy suitors. When the wealthy Mr. Bingley purchases a nearby county house, Mrs. Bennet spies an opportunity and sends the girls to the first ball where Bingley is expected to appear. The girls defend the party from a zombie attack, and Mr. Bingley and eldest daughter Jane begin a relationship. Elizabeth, meanwhile, spars with the haughty monster-hunter Fitzwilliam Darcy, a friend of Bingley. Although Elizabeth and Darcy strongly dislike each other at first, their common interest of zombie-killing draws them closer together."

In the end, you really just can't go wrong by adding zombies to a literary masterpiece. If anyone reads this trashter-piece, you will have to give me further reviews.

Passive Aggressive

I was planning on sharing a website that has caused much laughter lately, passiveaggressivenotes.com, and then I came home last night and found a passive aggressive note from my landlady. To lead up to this note, it may be mentioned that this is NOT the first time that she has had problems (although in the past it is usually watering the grass, parking our bikes on the sidewalk as it is the only place that there was room) and instead of just addressing it with us, has left us a note. They are always very similar, very accusatory without being specific so that we all feel to blame, even though none of us really know what she is talking about and yet without any previous notice that there was any problem. This particular note she left all of my room mates were confused as to who it could possibly refer to and instead we just felt accused as if we were being called "unvirtuous women" and practically thought to live in Sodom and Gommorah.

I would take a picture, but my camera is not working so instead I will copy it, as it was originally typed up, printed off and posted in 5 different locations around our house anyway:

Tenant Notice

I have had complaints about a tenant in this apartment who is leaving the window open and making a display of herself in the nude. This is not okay and you will have your contract cancelled and be asked to leave if you continue to do so. BYU will also be notified if the behavior continues. Draperies serve a purpose and we expect you to behave according to the standards of the church and BYU as a moral woman. I do not want to be called this again and I will remind you all there are to be no boys in the bedrooms at all.

The Cube

Here we have the classic 4" cube in which you lace flower stems in order to create a neat globular, flower filled effect which works great for centerpieces at weddings or other events that need that sort of thing. Fun and easy to make.

Bake a Cake for Baby and Me

My recent love in cake decorating has led me to looking up cakes more than usual. In my cake journeys I discovered a blog set up entirely to discuss cakes.




Again, how did I live without this? Take a look.

Cha Cha Cha

Since I came to college I haven't listened to music as much as I used to, for some reason I had all sorts of time in High School that I don't really have any more. Or maybe it was desire, however, while perusing imeem the other day I discovered a few songs that I really enjoy, I have embedded them for your listening pleasure.

Cha Cha Cha - The Little Ones
When I was little I would always listen to music on the drive to and from seminary. Since it was a half hour trip to seminary and then a one hour drive to school, there was plenty of time for Jonny to pop in his newly burned discs of Magnetic Fields, Modest Mouse, Nuetral Milk Hotel, Death Cab for Cutie, and many other bands that became the staple for my music diet. I still love all of these bands, but there is just so much music in the world, how do you listen to it all?

Dream catch me - Newton Faulkner

I remember when I realized that Jonny was going to be gone. It was one morning on the way from seminary to school and in the early morning there was fog surrounding the car and something soothing was playing, maybe Magnetic Fields, and suddenly it hit me. Jonny would be gone soon. He was going to college and then on a mission and nothing would ever be the same. I wouldn't have him begging me for back massages, I wouldn't have to push the car to start every morning. Late night conversations about life would have to happen with someone else. My idol would be leaving and I wouldn't. I watched him drive and I cried. The silent type of crying when you feel so overwhelmed that you don't have the strength to sob. To console myself I rolled down the window, closed my eyes, and tried to focus on the music.

A Thousand Wishes in less than 1,000 Words

Shooting stars
dandelions
yellow lights, tunnels, birthday candles,
water fountains, spare change

Let there always be time to
smell the roses
Because in the end all I could give her were roses

Swing sets, strollers, diaper bags
Were the dreams of Caroline.
And she’d give them names, watch them grow and even get sad to watch them go
She never got angry or upset or dreary
Instead she pursed her lips then smiled quite sadly and said,
“What do I care, I already have plenty of children.”

All I could give her were the roses.