it's not the greatest story...but you might as well read it

There's a strange curse in my house. Anytime my dad leaves for an extended period of time, say, for a business show or like this weekend, a retreat through church, something always goes awry in our house. One year the water pipes froze. It's Southern California. Water pipes don't freeze. But because my dad was gone, they did.

This time he's away, it's the hot water heater. Last night, in a Lassie-like fashion, our Blue Merle Aussie was makin' a ruckus at the back door which naturally prompted my mom to see for what reason now he was acting stupid. And then I hear, "Oh no !...Uh-oh..." which naturally gets any person to respond, "Oh no. What's the matter??" but what they're really thinkin' is, "Alright! Drama!" So, in my concerned but secretly excited manner I head to the garage to find a spray of water projecting out of a hose coming from the water heater which has thus created a lake in the corner of the garage.

Now, before I continue, I must comment on how influenced I am by television. Because even though I was feeding off the rush of something dramatic happening, visions of this episode of that oh-so-wonderful show, Mythbusters, immediately flashed into my head. And I got the worried face on...

Needlesstosay, I had images of hot water heaters exploding through the roof and, yes, even bringing a sad, water-heater-turned-missile death upon me. But, being the "eh-hem" brave soul I am I stood on a stool and turned the only lever we deduced would stop the flow a of water. And, what a McGruber I am, it worked! I saved my family and my house from a perilous misfortune.

We cleared away some of tools and other random items from around the hot water heater base and after all that action and adventure it was time for me to take a shower! ...without hot water :o\ So, I sucked it up and told myself I'd rather be clean for the night at the price of showering in ice-cold water.

The water pressure was sucky but I kept trying to focus on the positives... You know, "At least we have hot water all the time. At least I can get clean tonight." Well, all that positivity was shattered when the water pressure of my already frigged water slowly died. And yes. In the moment, felt singled out by God to suffer that night. Ha... Well, my mother made the heavenly decision to turn the hot water back on until I finished my shower and just let the water spray out for a couple more minutes until I was finished. So she heads out the garage to save my freezing, soggy bum.

But, I wait for a couple minutes anticipating her angelic voice informing me that the hot water is available for the next several minutes. And then I wait a couple more minutes... and a couple more. And she finally comes back and says, "You're done, ya?"

Well, apparently she assumed I'd just turn the water on and get started after she left. And I was sitting crouched in the shower like a third-world country child waiting for her to come back. Anyways, the water got turned back on once again and that 2 minutes of warm water... well, there's not much that can be said to describe something that magnificent. I felt like I'd won the lottery after that hot water started comin' out.

All-in-all, I discovered that I think I could do well in a "you get three minutes to shower" environment. And these kinds of situations always do give me a greater sense of appreciation. Hot showers... we take them for granted so often.

I later found, after mom had gone to bed, that the water had seeped under the wall into the pantry/laundry room. So, in my pajama's, I cleaned up another lake in our house. Thankfully we had a close family friend who also serves as our contractor/handyman come by the house this morning and fix it. Hallelujah. Hot water again...

Speaking of fixing things. Did you know Home Depot is open at 6am?? That's just crazy. I found that out last night when I heard Mr. David was coming a little after 6am to fix it... after he made a stop at Home Depot to get the parts. Way to make yourself available Home Depot. I admire that...

Appreciate the next hot shower you take...

when i grow up....

When I grow up, I want to be Mariska Hargitay... You most likely know her from the TV show, Law and Order SVU. This woman's got it going on. She wears leather jackets; wields a gun; is the ultimate tough girl yet rocks the little black dress; has gotten shot at, punched, kidnapped; kicks some serious criminal booty and looks magnificent while doing so; and is straight up gorgeous. Ok, so I know we're just talkin' a TV show here, but she could probably still pull it off in real life. According to IMDB, "on one occasion, she came upon a pregnant woman who collapsed while in New York City. When no one else came to the woman's aid, she lapsed into her character on Law and Order while aiding the victim." Uh, huh. What now?

In her non-justice serving time, the woman speaks English, Hungarian, French and Italian; was crowned Miss Beverly Hills in 1982; is the founder and president of Joyful Heart Foundation; and has won an Emmy and a Golden Globe award.

Ah, Mariska. If I only I could be you... :o)

not for the faint of heart...

Well, after a demanding morning filled with phone calls and emails regarding my upcoming summer internship I decided to treat myself to some pancakes. I wasn't satisfied with traditional Bisquick and was in need of a health-conscious fix. So I combined my whole wheat flour and oatmeal and fresh goat milk... But my Iron Chef demeanour quickly changed upon this horrifying discovery -- a chicken embryo in my egg. Yes folks, an embryo.

Now, don't be alarmed. This wasn't any egg from the local market. This was an egg from my own backyard where roams my mother's menagerie of farm hens. And although I am not a completely squeamish person when it comes to odd and grotesque things, this still kept me grimacing.

Thankfully, my pancakes were not tainted by this rather unlovely discovery and they turned out healthy-like but still yummy... especially with a little bit of butter and sugar-free syrup :o)

a side note

It has come to my attention to express my distaste for two things:

1. Daylight savings time. I do like to fall back, but I do not like to spring forward. Lame.

2. Sticky residue left from stickers. I'm appalled. We can send man to the moon, we can engineer wind-powered walking machines (I dunno, Jordan said they exist) but we can't design a sticker than comes off without leaving it's devilish stickiness behind.

Right now I'm attempting to write a paper on the article on the evolutionary transformation from Australopithecines afarensis to Homo ergaster involving postcranium anatomy and craniodental morphology and encephalization... Uhhm. Hmm.

confession:

My newest addiction: Trader Joe's granola bars. Especially the Chewy Fruit, the Sweet and Salty, the "This [Fruit] Walks into a Bar" ones... well, basically, all of them. Just can't get enough... I'm currently all out of granola bars and this greatly distresses me. S'pose I'll just have to force myself to go to Trader Joe's soon.

The end.

just a little boulderin'

Well, this post is about a week over due. Regardless, I shall not neglect to proclaim to the world how magnificent a little place called Joshua Tree is... Oh, "WORLD! It's MAGNIFICENT!" There, there is my proclamation.

I admit, my expectations were limited, so perhaps my experience was heightened by this fact. It really is natural anomaly. Upon entering the park, the terrain drastically changes, and we, of course, had our own theories as to how the intricate rock formations came about -- the flood, aliens... well, it really does seem unexplainable. No picture can fully capture being in the presence of this graveyard of boulders. Anyways, I felt similar to a child at an aquarium, fascinated by, yes, rocks.


I make one confession -- that I overestimated my climbing abilities. At the gym I can qualify myself at a beginning V3 climber. So I anticipated hitting every VB to V2 that I encountered. We all were a little overly zealous to get our first climb in and began a V0 climb on the nearest boulder. It came as quite a shock to us when Matt and Jordan found themselves struggling. We disregarded it as a fluke and set out to our next route. V0 again. Too hard of a route again.

Well, it definitely was an immediate soak of humility in our present presumption of our abilities. As our hands got more accustomed to the roughness of the boulders and as Matt and Jordan began to find routes that they could mantle, I found myself a little more confident and was able to attempt 4 or 5 routes and flash three of them... yes, all VB's.



Our trip was quite successful as we left relatively injury-less and all alive (well, I suppose that was more of my concern than of Matt's or Jordan's) and we all felt a little more inspired to head back to the gym to prepare ourselves for our next climb.

ok, maybe you can see it just a little...

Today at women's chapel former US Olympian Leah O'Brien-Amico came to speak. For the majority of the chapel session I felt an odd sense that she reminded me of some familiar character... but to my avail, I couldn't think of who. With only 10 minutes left in chapel it finally came to me -- Jan Levinson from the Office! I admit, it's a bit of stretch, but you can't deny it, there's a hint of similarity. For the remainder of the chapel I could only imagine Jan speaking at women's chapel... needless to say, I was self-entertained for those last 10 minutes.






My new favorite Pandora Radio station: Nickel Creek Radio. Just gettin' my folk on.

media overload

I'm not one to particularly be caught up in the newest media feed or frenzy, but I take pleasure in the following links. Also, I think this is the first year I've actually watched as much of the Grammys as I have tonight (thank you Rachel)... I find it quite fantastic. So, here's to give you your media fill.












What a cool new phone!





My newest favorite YouTube video!





Such a good commercial...


And that's all for now!

civic duty is overrated

I shall now take a moment to express the feelings of disgruntled bitterness that so quickly follows the reception of a particular envelop labeled: Superior Court of California. That envelope begins a manic progression of excuses, reading every inch of the information brochure in hopes that it will boldly state, "Corinne! Your reasons are legitimate and non-binding!" But no. Instead, that dreaded envelop of vile material lays haphazardly on your desk for a week until you begin the long, drug-out process of making the daily phone call, praying, and hoping you don't hear that whorish automated female voice finally request your presence to some far off court for some ridiculous act of criminality of which you will never actually serve as a juror. But when she finally summons you to the lairs of justice another familiar process takes place: what excuse can I give to as quickly as possible excuse myself from this rather regrettable service?

So here are mine:
1. I am old enough to be summoned and even serve as a juror but I am not old enough to purchase alcoholic beverages. Do I even care to possess this ability? No. But it's the fact of the matter that is taken into consideration here.

2. I am a student. Lots and lots of tuition money. $800 lost in one day, to roughly estimate, every day I miss my full days of classes. Furthermore, I have tests on Monday. I can't indirectly reason with some poor-to-do, dead-beat criminal while focusing on how environmental factors influence the biological processes of the human species (thank you Physical Anthropology and Archaeology class).

3. Right now, taking anyone away from their job is going to provoke some harsh responses.

4. The Corona Court? Seriously? Maybe if I lived in Corona this would make sense...

5. I don't speak English. Crumb, I don't think that excuse is going to fly.

6. Someone in that courtroom is lying. It's an all out, he-said, she-said battle. And "I promise to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth (so help me God... we won't even go there)" is really an old-fashioned, pre-school, who really believes in that? expression. You've been convicted twice of theft. You have a rep. You're guilty. Court dismissed... Why waste my time when it's obvious there's an absence of truth in the very place that states to promote justice, truth, and equality.

All-in-all, I'm not a very happy camper, I'll admit. I'm going to try, desperately try, to have a better attitude in the morning. But overall, this just isn't going to float my boat tomorrow. Alas, I will serve my long, dreaded day in the California court system and be free for a whole year until they so tortuously send me another dreadful envelope labeled, "Superior Court of California." It's like getting the chicken pox. You have to get it done and over with in order to purge it from your system. Except for jury duty, it's not forever ridden from your body. So maybe it's more like a menstrual cycle. Jury duty is to one day a year as the menstrual cycle is to one week a month. Oh what a shame.

a spectacular display of advertisment

This video was recently sent to me by my mother. I just enjoy reveling in the irony and slight political jab it produces. Why haven't we seen this all over television networks yet... well, that's probably pretty self-explanatory.

good night.

I do realize that I am about the worst blogger that can exist... So, I shall post my first 2009 blog with a list of things I do NOT like:

1. Facebook pictures of people kissing.
2. Facebook pictures of two girls kissing.
3. Any pictures of girls kissing ...moving on...
4. Allergies.
5. Jury duty.
6. Tarnished sterling silver.
7. The word "muchacha."
8. Pulling fuzz balls off blankets or sweaters.
9. Brain teasers that I can't figure out.
10. Black licorice.
11. Traffic.
12. Wrong forecasts.
13. Children (ha. just kidding)
14. Golf.
15. Hanna Montana.

Yay for a new week.