Greta is, perhaps, obsessed with Sally. So obsessed that we had to move Sally's little house. Specifically, Dad was the one who moved Sally's house. This was done in the dead of night and consequently Greta and I don't know where Sally lives anymore. Dad is the only one who feeds Sally now, and it is always done in secret so as to not arouse canine suspicion.
On Friday Dad went on a backpacking overnighter. Mother, Mary and I came back from a long walk with Greta and someone remembered that we hadn't fed Sally. I volunteered for the job but realized I had no idea where to find Sally.
Or her food.
Or her dish.
Naturally my Nancy Drew skills kicked into gear and I obtained Sally's food and some treats out in Dad's shed. Unable to find her food dish I went into the house for some Tupperware.
Now to find the cat.
I went through the gate in our backyard that leads to the neighbors and just stood on their property for a while, looking around, trying to sense the cat. Giving up I just said, "Kitty kitty kitty," and pop! She apperated out of thin air. I fed her, we bonded, did a few fist-to-head-bumps and I was on my way. It was quite the ordeal, and I still don't know where Sally's food dish is located. This wouldn't bother me so much except for the fact that Dad will be gone for the next week or so, fulfilling his dream of attending Spring Training in Arizona. So who will feed the cat? Can I just pour some food over the fence and hope for the best?
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Chipot-Lame
It all started about a year and a half ago. I was in Fresno with a big group of people, and we needed to select a place to have lunch. Someone shouted, "Let's go to Chipotle!" and a murmur rippled through the group as most people agreed this was a fabulous idea. Naturally in my naivete, I needed an explanation. What is Chipotle?
"Oh, it's wonderful!" they would say.
"Best Mexican food ever!"
"It's kind of like Cafe Rio, but so much better!"
Wow. I've been to Cafe Rio, and I think it's good. I also happen to like things that are wonderful and in the "Best" class, so I had no qualms with going to Chipotle. So I went.
And was disappointed.
Not wonderful.
Not like Cafe Rio, and not the best ever.
That's okay, though, perhaps I ordered the wrong thing. That can happen sometimes.
So, when the occasion would arise, I would find myself at Chipotle giving it another try. I wanted to like it, but apparently I just wanted to make stupid decisions over and over again.
By now my opinion of Chipot-Lame is fairly well formed.
A few weeks ago there was an unnatural buzz surrounding my coworkers. News had reached our office that a new Chipotle was going in right in down town San Luis Obispo, and my coworkers were all lit up with the joy and prospect of it. Again I heard, "Oh it's fabulous," "Oh, I can't hardly believe our luck!" "I'm so excited!" "I'm going opening night!" "This is awesome!" "It's the best Mexican food ever!"
Sigh.
So, I took the bait.
I said, "Oh, Chipotle, huh? I've been there, and I didn't think it was that fabulous."
Everyone started gushing about how the restaurant must have had a bad day, and I ordered the wrong thing, and did I get the mild salsa? Consequently, a lunch order was placed, and I ordered the exact right thing and it wasn't anything to write home about. Nope, only to blog about.
Sure, it was fine and it was good, perhaps lacking in flavor, and I don't think it was bad, but I far prefer the vegetarian burrito at El Mariachi on Highway 41. Now that's a fabulous burrito.
"Oh, it's wonderful!" they would say.
"Best Mexican food ever!"
"It's kind of like Cafe Rio, but so much better!"
Wow. I've been to Cafe Rio, and I think it's good. I also happen to like things that are wonderful and in the "Best" class, so I had no qualms with going to Chipotle. So I went.
And was disappointed.
Not wonderful.
Not like Cafe Rio, and not the best ever.
That's okay, though, perhaps I ordered the wrong thing. That can happen sometimes.
So, when the occasion would arise, I would find myself at Chipotle giving it another try. I wanted to like it, but apparently I just wanted to make stupid decisions over and over again.
By now my opinion of Chipot-Lame is fairly well formed.
A few weeks ago there was an unnatural buzz surrounding my coworkers. News had reached our office that a new Chipotle was going in right in down town San Luis Obispo, and my coworkers were all lit up with the joy and prospect of it. Again I heard, "Oh it's fabulous," "Oh, I can't hardly believe our luck!" "I'm so excited!" "I'm going opening night!" "This is awesome!" "It's the best Mexican food ever!"
Sigh.
So, I took the bait.
I said, "Oh, Chipotle, huh? I've been there, and I didn't think it was that fabulous."
Everyone started gushing about how the restaurant must have had a bad day, and I ordered the wrong thing, and did I get the mild salsa? Consequently, a lunch order was placed, and I ordered the exact right thing and it wasn't anything to write home about. Nope, only to blog about.
Sure, it was fine and it was good, perhaps lacking in flavor, and I don't think it was bad, but I far prefer the vegetarian burrito at El Mariachi on Highway 41. Now that's a fabulous burrito.
Friday, March 12, 2010
The Roller Shade
My desk at work is very close to a window. This afternoon when I went to sit down in my chair, I rolled a bit and lightly bumped into the window covering. It sprang off its track and tumbled down on me. I was fine, and after closer inspection, all the pieces of the roller mechanism were in good condition. If nothing broke, I should be able to pop that thing back up there, right?
Right.
I love stuff like this. Little puzzles. I love it. I quickly figured out how this particular shade worked and where everything would fit. However, there was one piece that I could not get on. I knew exactly where it needed to go, I just couldn't figure out how to get it there. While I'm playing with this piece my coworker comes up to me, sighs, shakes her head and says in an oh-silly-Myriah voice, "You need some help with that?"
No. My answer is no. I'm doing just fine, thank you very much. Also, this thing fell on me, which means I get the pleasure of solving this puzzle. DO NOT take that away from me.
Outwardly I said, "Uh, sure."
She took over and I went back to work. Back to work in the space that she was now occupying, which made things a little cramped and a little difficult to completely ignore her and not worry about the outcome of the window shade like I had promised myself when I said, "Uh, sure."
But I cared! I wanted to be the one to put it back together! So I looked with bated breath as she said, "Oh, I know what the problem is, we are missing a piece!" And then she looked around for the missing piece. I found it my duty to point out to her that we were not missing any pieces, and if she wanted proof of my statement, she could look at the other properly assembled window shade on the next window over. Yup, we had an example.
We went through this rigmarole a total of three times. Finally, she got the window shade up and said, "There, it's up!"
I looked over with jealousy burning in my eyes and said, "What's that piece on the file cabinet?"
All jealousy gone.
Exasperation setting in.
"Well I got it up, didn't I?"
"Yes, but it's not complete."
"Well, I can't get that piece on. It's impossible. This is good enough," and she walked away.
After about 20 seconds of unsuccessfully pretending I didn't care, I sprang up and said, "Can I give it another try?" Like I'm some meek, small-willed person. Yeah right. GET OUT OF MY WAY SO I CAN FIX THIS THING! Within a minute I had it all figured out. All the pieces were in their proper place, and the shade works fabulously.
I will rest well tonight.
Right.
I love stuff like this. Little puzzles. I love it. I quickly figured out how this particular shade worked and where everything would fit. However, there was one piece that I could not get on. I knew exactly where it needed to go, I just couldn't figure out how to get it there. While I'm playing with this piece my coworker comes up to me, sighs, shakes her head and says in an oh-silly-Myriah voice, "You need some help with that?"
No. My answer is no. I'm doing just fine, thank you very much. Also, this thing fell on me, which means I get the pleasure of solving this puzzle. DO NOT take that away from me.
Outwardly I said, "Uh, sure."
She took over and I went back to work. Back to work in the space that she was now occupying, which made things a little cramped and a little difficult to completely ignore her and not worry about the outcome of the window shade like I had promised myself when I said, "Uh, sure."
But I cared! I wanted to be the one to put it back together! So I looked with bated breath as she said, "Oh, I know what the problem is, we are missing a piece!" And then she looked around for the missing piece. I found it my duty to point out to her that we were not missing any pieces, and if she wanted proof of my statement, she could look at the other properly assembled window shade on the next window over. Yup, we had an example.
We went through this rigmarole a total of three times. Finally, she got the window shade up and said, "There, it's up!"
I looked over with jealousy burning in my eyes and said, "What's that piece on the file cabinet?"
All jealousy gone.
Exasperation setting in.
"Well I got it up, didn't I?"
"Yes, but it's not complete."
"Well, I can't get that piece on. It's impossible. This is good enough," and she walked away.
After about 20 seconds of unsuccessfully pretending I didn't care, I sprang up and said, "Can I give it another try?" Like I'm some meek, small-willed person. Yeah right. GET OUT OF MY WAY SO I CAN FIX THIS THING! Within a minute I had it all figured out. All the pieces were in their proper place, and the shade works fabulously.
I will rest well tonight.
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Purple
Oh hey! So nice to see you again! I've been terribly neglectful of this blog I feel. Not neglectful like some people who have only one post on their entire blog, but neglectful based on past performance.
And that darn past performance will get you every time. Unless you are a dog, and everyone else is Cesar Millan, then past performance doesn't mean much.
I have been rather busy with the regular living, going to work, trying to keep up with engagements in my ward (two more since last we spoke) experiencing awkward social situations, and of course the Olympics. The OLYMPICS and thinking about the Olympics takes up a lot of time.
PLUS, I had a dentist appointment to go to, a dentist appointment that was fancy with digital charts and ZERO CAVITIES! I am so happy about that. I didn't think I would be, but I was quite on top of the world. My dentist was very proud of me too, and confessed that he was really scared to tell me I had all those cavities the last time I was in that chair.
The other night I pulled out my bags I had in the attic for the past two years and sorted into piles: Jeans for Potential Jean Quilt, Goodwill, and Wash and Keep. I have already taken my stuff to Goodwill, I still need to climb up into the attic to find the already started pile of Jeans for Potential Jean Quilt (that may or may not exist) and I've got the Wash and Keep in a pile on my floor, as I haven't been able to do laundry for a couple of days. Friday night is my preferred Washing Night, however last night I was busy with the aforementioned awkward social situation.
So, today finds me wearing purple just like Bryn and Elle, and preparing to go to a bridal shower. One of the millions I've been invited to, but perhaps one of the only I will attend. I need to go finish my make-up and decide on an outfit appropriate for a bridal shower that may or may not be held indoors, that may or may not include sitting on the floor, and that may or may not include shoes. Thankfully, if this is one of those take-your-shoes-off-at-the-door type houses, I am prepared with a pedicure I gave myself while I was watching The Office on Thursday, which by the way, is the highest productivity level I have ever reached while watching The Office.
And that darn past performance will get you every time. Unless you are a dog, and everyone else is Cesar Millan, then past performance doesn't mean much.
I have been rather busy with the regular living, going to work, trying to keep up with engagements in my ward (two more since last we spoke) experiencing awkward social situations, and of course the Olympics. The OLYMPICS and thinking about the Olympics takes up a lot of time.
PLUS, I had a dentist appointment to go to, a dentist appointment that was fancy with digital charts and ZERO CAVITIES! I am so happy about that. I didn't think I would be, but I was quite on top of the world. My dentist was very proud of me too, and confessed that he was really scared to tell me I had all those cavities the last time I was in that chair.
The other night I pulled out my bags I had in the attic for the past two years and sorted into piles: Jeans for Potential Jean Quilt, Goodwill, and Wash and Keep. I have already taken my stuff to Goodwill, I still need to climb up into the attic to find the already started pile of Jeans for Potential Jean Quilt (that may or may not exist) and I've got the Wash and Keep in a pile on my floor, as I haven't been able to do laundry for a couple of days. Friday night is my preferred Washing Night, however last night I was busy with the aforementioned awkward social situation.
So, today finds me wearing purple just like Bryn and Elle, and preparing to go to a bridal shower. One of the millions I've been invited to, but perhaps one of the only I will attend. I need to go finish my make-up and decide on an outfit appropriate for a bridal shower that may or may not be held indoors, that may or may not include sitting on the floor, and that may or may not include shoes. Thankfully, if this is one of those take-your-shoes-off-at-the-door type houses, I am prepared with a pedicure I gave myself while I was watching The Office on Thursday, which by the way, is the highest productivity level I have ever reached while watching The Office.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
In Love
I'm in love with Apolo Anton Ohno.
It all started in 2002, but I didn't fall head over heels until 2006. In 2006 I was living in Rexburg and I was majorly excited about the Winter Olympics. Somehow, none of my roommates at the time had any idea that there even was a Winter Olympics. In fact, one of my roommates insisted on watching Law and Order reruns instead of the Olympics. What?
I had to educate them. The best way is to show Apolo racing. I even printed out a picture of Apolo and hung it on our wall. When I moved, Apolo was moved to my car, where he rode around with me until his picture got too faded. In this way I was able to share the Apolo love. I never should have done this. Now everyone loves him, and I want him all to myself.
Sigh.
Now, this year, the fire has burned even stronger. The question is, how am I going to get him to notice me? Mary suggested I start by buying a pair of ice skates. Tara suggested some things, but they weren't suggestions for me, they were suggestions for her. Lame.
So what do you think? Should I buy some ice skates?
It all started in 2002, but I didn't fall head over heels until 2006. In 2006 I was living in Rexburg and I was majorly excited about the Winter Olympics. Somehow, none of my roommates at the time had any idea that there even was a Winter Olympics. In fact, one of my roommates insisted on watching Law and Order reruns instead of the Olympics. What?
I had to educate them. The best way is to show Apolo racing. I even printed out a picture of Apolo and hung it on our wall. When I moved, Apolo was moved to my car, where he rode around with me until his picture got too faded. In this way I was able to share the Apolo love. I never should have done this. Now everyone loves him, and I want him all to myself.
Sigh.
Now, this year, the fire has burned even stronger. The question is, how am I going to get him to notice me? Mary suggested I start by buying a pair of ice skates. Tara suggested some things, but they weren't suggestions for me, they were suggestions for her. Lame.
So what do you think? Should I buy some ice skates?
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Happ...
Tonight was a very festive dinner at the Cohen house.
First: the Olympics. We love the Olympics, and we were glued to the TV all night. Second: Valentine's Day. Valentine's Day adds a general festive mood, but the children were super excited about all the candy and hearts. Third: Grandma's birthday.
Yup, that's right, tonight we celebrated Grandmother being around for another year. During a commercial break we lit the candles and started singing to Grandma. We started singing with gusto, "Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happ..." And then she blew out the candles.
Everyone stopped singing to giggle, but we pulled it together to finish the song.
Later Grandma asked why we had started laughing. She said, "Was it because I blew out the candles too early? But I got it all in one blow. It's been so long since I've blown out candles that I guess I forgot."
First: the Olympics. We love the Olympics, and we were glued to the TV all night. Second: Valentine's Day. Valentine's Day adds a general festive mood, but the children were super excited about all the candy and hearts. Third: Grandma's birthday.
Yup, that's right, tonight we celebrated Grandmother being around for another year. During a commercial break we lit the candles and started singing to Grandma. We started singing with gusto, "Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happ..." And then she blew out the candles.
Everyone stopped singing to giggle, but we pulled it together to finish the song.
Later Grandma asked why we had started laughing. She said, "Was it because I blew out the candles too early? But I got it all in one blow. It's been so long since I've blown out candles that I guess I forgot."
Friday, February 12, 2010
Frisbee Guy Lived in SLO County?
Apparently he did. I find out crazy stuff about the area all the time, so I wasn't too surprised when I saw this in our local paper:
http://www.sanluisobispo.com/news/local/breaking_news/story/1025283.html?mitest=breaking_A_default
http://www.sanluisobispo.com/news/local/breaking_news/story/1025283.html?mitest=breaking_A_default
Monday, February 8, 2010
Birthday Weekend
My birthday weekend started with an excellent night of tacos, ice cream sundaes, and a surprise dog shaped cake made by Jodie! I do love dogs.
The next morning I jumped on a plane to go visit my friend Cassandra in Salt Lake City.
It was a most excellent weekend. My dream of dreams was to go snow shoeing, and Cassandra made it happen!
I also did some downhill skiing.
And, apparently it's not considered snow shoeing if you don't slide down a hill on your butt.
Later that night I went to see this girl:
And eat this cake:
And also get puked on. Yes, Taffy puked on my pants, but Paul happened to have his duck pants nearby so I slipped into those and Paul washed my jeans. It was fabulous. I had freshly laundered and pressed jeans.
Later, later that night we fulfilled another dream and we went to go visit the newish Draper temple.
The next morning I jumped on a plane to go visit my friend Cassandra in Salt Lake City.
It was a most excellent weekend. My dream of dreams was to go snow shoeing, and Cassandra made it happen!
I also did some downhill skiing.
And, apparently it's not considered snow shoeing if you don't slide down a hill on your butt.
Later that night I went to see this girl:
And eat this cake:
And also get puked on. Yes, Taffy puked on my pants, but Paul happened to have his duck pants nearby so I slipped into those and Paul washed my jeans. It was fabulous. I had freshly laundered and pressed jeans.
Later, later that night we fulfilled another dream and we went to go visit the newish Draper temple.
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