Archive for August, 2010

I want to know about things, about people, about ideas and thoughts.

I never give up on something important. It may take me a million tries, but I will keep trying until I figure it out.

I work damn hard.

I read fast. I learn fast. I work fast. I walk fast. I think it’s because I’m so focused on whatever I’m doing that nothing’s going to get in the way.

Good listener
When you’re talking to me, unless I have an open book (or an open nook) in my lap, I’m listening to you. I’ll remember what you tell me, because you, and by extension it, are important to me.

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You were wondering about the meaning of life, right?  Well, there you go.

Yah. Okay, well, I know I haven’t been present much lately, if anyone is even still reading at this point, and all you’ve been getting are brief responses to Plinky prompts.  Things are crazy, as usual, and about to get crazier.  Work is work, as it tends to be, and I’m there 5 days a week working away. I’ll be getting some new processes to QA, so lots of learning, and we’re getting rid of two processes for which I spent hours this month preparing procedures manuals. Wasted days and wasted nights….

The writing project proceeds apace. It’s been fascinating, and I am very much enjoying it. I hope that it all comes out beautifully.

I’m in a cooking frenzy, or would be if I had as much time to cook as I wanted. I baked some banana bread the other day, and tried to healthify it a little bit.  I don’t know if the changes I made really did any good, but it sure tasted great, so here’s the recipe:

Faith’s Banana Bread

  • 3/4 cup granulated sugar
  • 1/2 cup sucanat  (you could probably substitute all sucanat for the granulated, but I wasn’t sure how it would affect the texture)
  • 1/2 cup butter, softened
  • 2 eggs
  • 1/2 cup soured soymilk (stir in a bit of cider vinegar and let it set for a few minutes)
  • 2 large or 3-4 medium overripe bananas, mashed
  • 1 teaspoon almond extract
  • 1 1/4 cups bread flour
  • 1 1/4 cups whole wheat pastry flour
  • 1 teaspoon baking soda
  • 1 teaspoon salt
  • 1/2 to 1 cup sliced raw almonds

Heat oven to 350 degrees F. Grease bottom only of large loaf pan. Mix sugars and butter in a large bowl; beat in the eggs until well blended. Stir in the bananas, soymilk, and almond extract.  Beat until smooth.  Add the flour, soda and salt, mixing well, then stir in the almonds.  Pour the batter into the loaf pan and cook for about 60-70 minutes.  Watch it closely that last 10 minutes or so; I used a glass loaf pan and mine burned a little on the bottom. No harm, though; I just sliced off the bottom layer and threw it in the bin and no one the wiser.

Chase is back in the hospital, which is not good news. I will be providing respite care, starting soon, I hope, and I’m happy about that.  His mother definitely needs time to get away, and spending time with Chase is usually a joy and a pleasure. And even when he’s being a stinker, I still love him madly.

That’s about all. I’ve been crazy busy but there’s not much to write about, hence the brief responses to Plinky prompts, as I said above. How’re you doing?

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I have to first preface this by saying this is the movie that I watch over and over (at Christmas). There are other movies that would always make me cry if I were to watch them again, which not being a complete imbecile I do not. Like Life is Beautiful, or Schindler's List, or Shadowlands. Capisce?

Anyway, White Christmas does it to me every time, turns me into a sobbing mass of sentimentality. Rosemary Clooney finding out der Bingle was actually a good guy. Vera whatsername with the great legs and Danny Kaye finally enjoying the smoochies. And the General getting the honour and recognition that his own country no longer paid him, from the men who served under his command. And the snow.

Seriously? What's not to love?

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Angel Moroni. Iglesia de Jesucristo de los Santos de los Ultimos dias

I think I’d describe myself as something else. 🙂 Seriously, though, I am a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. That’s a mouthful, and most people call us Mormons. My faith is something that defines who I am to a very large part. It’s difficult for me to talk about to people who don’t understand, because it is so precious to me.

That being said, there are plenty of things that I don’t understand. I have far more questions than answers. But I also have faith that some day the answers will be there for me.

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The Funniest Movie Ever

Everything. The complete inappropriateness of everything, perhaps. Nathan Lane and Matthew Broderick are an unbeatable combination.

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When I was in 11th grade in high school, my English teacher shared a quotation from Ralph Waldo Emerson: “A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of litle minds.”  That immediately became one of my favourite quotations because I’m as inconstant as an autumn day.

I don’t know if it’s the bipolar or just one of my quirks. I’ll be passionately fascinated by something and will spend a lot of time immersing myself, studying, figuring things out, almost to the point of obsession. And then one day I’ll wake up and I’m tired of it. I’m finished. Ready to move on to whatever the next thing is.  This isn’t necessarily a good thing, and nor is it necessarily a bad thing. It’s the way it is. It’s the way I am.

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Oh gosh–um, dump Tony. That was a seriously messed up situation. And don’t even start with Casanova or Lepecker (names changed to protect the guilty). Don’t cut 50% of your classes and write your own excuses because (a) you will get caught and (b) you will get caught. Don’t mess with the VOE, just keep going to college prep courses. And when you graduate, know that there is such a thing as financial aid, and go to university at 17 instead of waiting until you’re a whole heckuva lot older. You can pass math if you have adequate instructors and tutors. And you’re going to seriously love acting and dramaturgy, so take some classes and get involved. take voice lessons–you can sing adequately, and with some instruction might be able to learn to sing well. And your love for dance will never die, so keep doing it so you don’t get fat and unable to do it. The phone company is not the place for you, so don’t even think of trying to get a job there. Save money. Don’t feel like you have to spend it all. And just be sure you’re in Salt Lake City in 1989 so you can meet Joe.

Oh! And the damned cramps aren’t all in your head. You have endometriosis. Make the doctors listen to you and put you on birth control so the endo won’t take over your girly bits and keep you from having kids. And if ten doctors won’t listen, go to eleven. And so on. They’re wrong to say it’s all in your head or that once you get married and start having sex they’ll go away or that after you have your first kid they’ll go away. They are all wrong. Stand up for yourself.

And dye your hair purple and dye it pink and dye it blue and be as crazy as you want to while you’re young.

Don’t go to Minnesota; you’ll hate it there. Don’t go see Van Halen with Derek.  Travel, even if you have to ride a Greyhound bus. See the things you dream of seeing. Do what you dream of doing. Don’t believe what other people tell you about yourself.

I think the whys are self-evident.

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