Tagged

I have officially been tagged. This means that I must share 3 facts and 3 habits, and then tag someone else to do the same thing. You could be next!

If anyone would like to volunteer, by all means, you are tagged.

Fact: I have oft times wished and hoped for someone to fill up my gas tank during the night, and it would be all ready to go in the morning. Or the afternoon, or whenever I end up using my car.

So I have hoped for a magical GasMan. Of course, I would never need him every night, but I would need him frequently. I like to keep my tank above the half way mark, as I get better mileage that way.

I would love a GasMan.

I hate getting gas. I’m just lazy. I hate getting gas on my way somewhere… because that usually always makes me late. So that means I need to put gas in the tank at some other time, requiring planning and doing. Sigh.

The GasMan would need no payment (although I would somehow pay for the gas… but the GasMan would not charge a service fee.) He would be like Santa Claus, bringing toys to children around the world, or like Big Foot, keeping overpopulation from the wilderness areas of our country.

Habit: I like to clean my room at night. Right before I go to bed, actually. I love waking up to a clean room. Unfortunately, this does not show off my time management skills. I usually get carried away in my cleaning and end up going to bed much later than I should.

Fact: There is a man on our roof.

Habit: I don’t walk around barefoot. It grosses me out. We have never had carpet in the house, so the floor is usually cold, and I think that no matter how often you clean, floors are always dirty. I can’t walk around bare-socked either. My socks end up picking up little bits of dirt, or dust bunnies, and I end up dragging around someone’s hair on the bottom of my foot. That is gross. And then, if I put my feet on the couch, what did I just put on the couch? Yes, little bits of dirt, dust bunnies, and hair. That is gross. I can’t wear slippers either, they are too hot, and any sort of grossness could get in them.

So, I have sandals that I use when I’m walking around the house. They are really quite handy if I want to get the mail, or go out back to get something. Or go to the side door to get something. People may say, “Why don’t you keep a pair of shoes at the door?” and I may say, “Were you not listening, there are a lot of doors to keep shoes at. That would be ridiculous.”

Fact: When friends become too much of a hassle, I want to drop them.
As the Black Eyed Peas said, “No no drama, you don’t want no drama.”
It’s like they were reading my soul. They are right. I don’t want drama.
I don’t know if it is good or not, but I rarely drop friends. I usually wait it out.

Habit: I rarely drink milk. I think milk is shady.

Disclaimer: I think all my “habits” could really fall under the “fact” category. I thought about looking up the difference between a fact and a habit, but then realized once I knew the difference, I would be responsible for doing this assignment correctly, and that didn’t interest me at all.

Denial

Yum Yum hasn't been seen for a few days.
My parents think that she simply gave up on us and went off to adopt another family.
I think that when my parents go out to the garden, they will find Yum Yum's cold, lifeless body under the squash bushes.

I know that squash doesn't grow on bushes...But if you had as many as we had, it sure looks like a bush.

L.A. Temple

The L.A. Temple has been "our" temple for as long as I can remember. For some reason, I don't have any pictures of me next to the sign.
So I made sure to remedy that.

Also, we entered the temple during the day, and came out at night. I have never seen the L.A. temple at night...well.. you know, in person...

It was simply gorgeous. It blew my mind.
My mind hasn't been blown in a really long time.
It was a great experience.
Thanks, Heavenly Father.

This is perhaps the scariest pumpkin I've ever carved.

Everyone told me it was so original.

I carved a shark last year, too.

Radioactivity Day

Mom has been a bit radioactive lately. It was at it's worse in the middle of the week. For safety's sake, Dad needed alternate sleeping arrangements. He tried to kick me out of my bed, but i convinced him that he has been wanting to spend a night under the stars, and he agreed.
I came home later that night and found this:


Apparently, "under the stars" meant "in the living room with the blinds up."
Who knew?

Also included in the month of October was a trip to Oakland. Tara is touring grad schools, and we went up to check out Samuel Merritt. The school was pretty cool. It was also pretty ghetto. Some buildings didn't even have elevators. I don't know how they get away with that. But everyone was walking around with cool identification cards, and they could get into buildings that we had to be buzzed in to. I have no desire to go to Samuel Merritt, but after i saw those identification cards, and how cool they looked, I'm thinking about applying.

Big Bean Vats

Pioneer Day felt like a long time ago. I'm not talking Mormon Pioneer Day, I'm talking Paso Robles Pioneer Day, which was at the beginning of this month. Because of lame circumstances beyond my control, it is kind of a hassle to get my pictures from my camera to my blog.
So, we end up with about 30 posts all at one time, and this post is all about the free beans in the park. Apparently, this is an event rich in tradition that i don't really know very well, but it had something to do with men staying up all night stirring the beans in the city park. And then people came the next day to eat them. Don't ask me. I didn't even know this had been going on all my life.
Although it's origins are shady, i felt like this year was a great year to participate in the free beans.


This is the bean line. We are standing about half way in the line. People show up with large pots to fill up with beans. It's weird.




Oh man! Do you see how close we are to the beans?



The modern day bean men and women, stirring the beans in the big bean vats.
I wonder who cleans those.

I Didn't Know

When i was little, my parents got fancy purified water. I don't really know why, but it seems that we needed fancier water. Or maybe fancy water again? Or a different kind of the same fancy? I don't really know. (My parents don't really tell me anything, nor do they make sense when i ask them questions.) I also didn't know that the fancy water installer man had to go under the house. And i really didn't know that i had a trap door/floor hole in my closet.
Creepy.
I wish i never found out.