Thursday, August 31, 2006
We are going to go tonight and probably spend way too much money. However, we will have a 100 pounds of cat food.
Speaking of cat food, they sell something at Costco called "cat food loaf." It sounds gross to me. I know, call me sensitive [read: crazy], but the word "loaf" reminds me of what people do in the bathroom. And while we're on the subject, I just google imaged "loaf" just to see what came up and I got a picture of a mouse cooked into a loaf of bread. Just click here and scroll down a little and you'll see it. I'm not going to post the actual picture, I've disgusted the Internet enough for this week.
I will say seriously that they have REAL Spanish cheese. I think that's what tipped the scale for Jose. Now if only they sold morcilla...mmmmmmmm.
So, in conclusion, if anyone wants to split bulk deodorant, let me know.
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
So, in my last post I thought it would be funny to mention the eyelash mites and provide a hyperlink to an article about them. So I googled the words "eyelash mites."
Now that I have seen some real pictures and read a little about them, I am seriously nauseous. Seriously. Not only do we have these things living in our eyelashes and eyebrows and in probably every other hair follicle on our bodies, these types of articles have to go into all the other types of microscopic parasites that we have all over our bodies and everywhere else. I knew that these things are everywhere, but, you know, out of sight out of mind and all that. Now I've seen pictures of eyelash mites and if you'll excuse me I'm going to go throw up.
And since I'm already grossed out, here are the rest of the eyeballs that Jose took pictures of. He was in everybody's face with the camera. Now that's professionality.
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
I love to read, but it was only when I went to Spain that I started reading a lot of "classic" literature. That being because there is only one English bookstore in Granada and I, being saturated with Spanish, was determined to at least read in English. When I was in high school I was supposed to read books like Giants in the Earth and Wuthering Heights. I didn't read either of them then and I must admit, I will probably never read Giants in the Earth. It still looks boring to me. However, I did read Wuthering Heights just this year. It definitely lives up to the hype. It's really good. I just hate that Heathcliff!
The aforementioned English bookstore is run by a very unfriendly (read: snobby) English guy (maybe he's just introverted). It has a great collection of classic authors, and I am proud to say that I have read a lot of the books on the "100 greatest novels" list. One book that I am ashamed to say that I haven't read is Don Quixote. Heck, I could even read it in the original language. Oh the shame! The shame!
Moveingon.org...do you want to know about soccer? Well, let me tell you about soccer. I have to say that I'm really liking my team. We have some really good players and me. The others are very nice and tell me that I'm doing great. They give me advice that helps a lot, but you have to keep in mind that I haven't played soccer since I was a little kid. My team was called the Butterflies. I think I remember that was actually a forward on the Butterflies, but because my team was so bad, I hardly ever saw the ball. In the two seasons that we played, we scored one goal. That's how bad we were. Sad, isn't it? I even remember the name of the girl that scored the goal. It was Rachel K. Rachel K. scored our one and only goal (keep in mind that we were in the 1st grade, ok?).
All that being said, on the team that I'm on now, I have been playing defense. I get nervous whenever I get a hold of the ball, so I stick to trying to get it away from the other team and then kicking it as far down the field as I can. On Wednesdays, we are going to have an extra practice to work on ball handling skills. I'm totally there. Oh, and I wanted to add that my knees don't hurt nearly as much as they did the first week. Yay!!
This turned out to be quite a meandering post with an essentially misleading title. I will try to get some pictures up later. I can't get Blogger to upload any right now.
I'm going to mess with my iPod now.
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
Have any of you been following the Jill Carroll story? Well you should be. It is beyond words. She is a journalist who was kidnapped by Sunni terrorists and held captive for almost 3 months. She says that she feared for her life every day. Her experience is being retold in 10 installments on the Christian Science Monitor website. There are also little videos of her and others being interviewed. They really add to the story.
Read it. Seriously. I don't know how to describe it other than just amazing.
Friday, August 18, 2006
Now, some of those might seem easy, but now let me show you the synonyms that you have to choose from:
Now, some of these seem reeeaally easy, but can you match them up? That's the hard part. I'm going to do it right now and then I'll tell you my score.
Okay, I did it. I got a 20%. I'm stupid.
See if you can do better.
Just as an aside, I also like the hangman game on this website.
Thursday, August 17, 2006
I'm getting old.
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
The beautiful Texas State Capitol building. Made of Texas Pink Granite. It is almost 15 feet taller than the National Capitol in Washington, D. C. There's a funny story behind that, you should look it up on the Internet. They don't say "everything's bigger in Texas" for nothin'!
Looking up into the rotunda. Can you see the star way up there? That star is 8 feet across.
This is the Spanish seal. One of the "six flags" of Texas. It was under Spanish rule for approximately 300 years. I took this one for Jose. He is proud to say that he is here to reconquer Texas.
DAVY! DAVY CROCKETT! King of the wild frontier!
LONG LIVE THE PRESIDENT!
I went to soccer practice last night. It's the first time I have played soccer since I was a wee lass. We got directly into it and scrimmaged. This is what happened: I got nervous and forgot which direction my team was going. I passed to the wrong team more than once. I ran up and down, up and down. I never actually "dribbled" down field because I was scared to. I learned what "up the line" and "square!" mean. I got tired and dizzy. I almost scored a few times. I made some good passes. I got two huge blisters on my heels.
Over all, it was ok. I need to practice a lot more though. It's a co-ed team and everybody was really nice. Today the capitan wrote me and asked if I would like to play goalie sometimes. Then I found out that Jada told him that I might like that position. I feel better because I thought it was because he wanted to get me out of the way.
We'll see how this drama unfolds. My legs are so sore from running! I'll post some pictures later.
Monday, August 14, 2006
This weekend Jose and I loaded up and went to my dad's house. Subsequently, I commandeered the visit and made everybody go with me searching for soccer cleats. Yes, I also plan to kill myself by playing soccer. Unfortunately, the soccer cleat expedition bore no fruit. I bought some yesterday after I got back to Austin.
I have to go to said soccer practice now. Here are a few pictures from our weekend at my dad's.
That's my dad and my step-mom on the right.
Thursday, August 10, 2006
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
Oh, the humanity!
Well, here's the truth: I'm not qualified or knowledgeable enough to comment on any of that stuff. I majored in Spanish, not Political Science. Ask me a Spanish question, anything, I can answer it.
I'll leave the important blogging to Michelle Malkin and all of her cohorts. They do a fine job and they are a lot smarter than I am. And more politically minded. I mean, did y'all see that thing about the altered photos?? That, my friends, is important stuff. Really important stuff.
I get so tongue-tied when I talk with someone I disagree with. I get all nervous. I can't remember what I want to say. I end up saying the wrong things. At least I think so. Maybe I'm saying the right things, but at the time all I hear is gobbledygook.
Why am I writing about this? It's because I am what some people would call a "conservative." I live in a city that is full of what some people would call "liberals." Also, these so-called liberals don't take too kindly to those who don't lean in their direction. I've been called a "bigot" because I told this guy that I believe that homosexual behavior is wrong behavior. The guy that called me that was really mad at me, just because I didn't agree with him. What happened to tolerance?
This started out as a post about how I didn't want to give an opinion about anything and ended up being one in which I give my opinion about a very "volatile" subject. Huh.
To close, here is a picture of two subjects close to my heart. My feet, including but not limited to, my broken toe, and Olive laying on a pair of my pants.
Saturday, August 05, 2006
Olive has her own passport. No kidding. We had to get it for her so that she could legally travel in Europe. She has traveled from Texas to Spain and back again. Ironically, that is farther than a large number of Americans have traveled. Likewise ironically, after going through all the trouble of getting her a passport, when we traveled with her in Europe all that the authorities would say in the airport was "aww, cute kitty!" No one ever asked to see her papers. She could have been rabid for all they cared.
Olive likes to lay on pieces of paper and in cardboard boxes. Why do cats like paper so much? She loves to play with wadded up pieces of paper more than any toy that I buy her. If she even hears the rustling of paper, she comes running. Another funny thing that she has always done is whenever she hears someone peeing she runs, nay, sprints to the bathroom to keep them company. Does anyone else have a cat that does that?
She likes to lay on our clothes as well. Any time, any place. Dirty, clean, it doesn't matter. Here she is on a pair of my jeans. I had taken them off a mere 30 seconds before.
She also likes to get behind people on the couch and eat their hair. She especially loves Jada's hair. She likes to sit, supporting the rear half of her body on the back of the couch and perching the front half on top of Jada's head like a Sphinx.
During different times in her life she was an indoor/outdoor cat. She even got in a fight with something once and has a torn ear to show for it. All she can do now, though, is go out onto our miniscule balcony and lay in the filth. There is a mockingbird that comes and squawks at her every once in a while. He's really annoying, but she hardly notices. He used to nose dive her, but he quit doing that.
Olive's other hobbies include meowing, walking on the furniture, landing on her feet and shedding.
Friday, August 04, 2006
Now that you know this, I can tell you about something that we've been laughing at all week.
It was Sunday night. We were in the middle of watching the last disc of season 2 of Star Trek: Deep Nine Space. Jada was over at our apartment playing Canal Control on her phone and making fun of us for loving Star Trek. We were hungry. We had just gotten back from the Watermelon Fest trip and we had left the house empty of all human food before we left. So, we were forced to go out and find something to eat. We had to perform the operation quickly because we HAD to get back home and get that Star Trek DVD back up and running again. There was no way that we were going to go in to eat somewhere. NO WAY, I tell you. We were going to have to go through the drive-thru.
We drove around for a while and finally found a Wendy's. We drove up to the speaker. Jose has been to the drive-thru, like, twice in his life. At that moment he is thinking about the possibility that he won't say the right thing, that he won't understand the person talking through the speaker, that they won't understand him...in short, he's a little nervous about the whole thing. Also, he's not of the American "The Customer is Always Right" persuasion, like the rest of us are around here. He is of the "Cause as Little Trouble and Heartache to the Salesperson as Possible" persuasion (it's a Spanish thing). So, he quickly ordered a number 6 with a Diet Coke. Simple. Easy. No trouble at all, ma'am. There is no one that would not have been able to understand him. "Number 6." "Diet Coke." The end.
I, on the other hand, can't decide at first. When I should be choosing what I want, I'm talking to Jada. Jose is telling me to hurry up and order already, while I'm still pondering the menu. All the hurrying up is making ME nervous and I just can't decide. I finally choose a number 7, but I don't know what drink I want. It's late and I don't want caffeine, so after mulling it over a minute or two, I just go with a bottle of water. All this time, of course, Jose is relaying my order to the drive-thru speaker. He's getting antsy. I'm causing stress to the girl on the other side. These delays are reflecting badly on his ordering ability! Well, that was nothing, this is where things get complicated:
I say to Jose, "tell her that instead of fries I want a salad."
Jose says, "WHA?'" (that's how he says it, he leaves off the "T").
"Tell her that instead of fries, I want a salad."
He acts like he doesn't understand, but what's really going on is that he doesn't want to cause the poor drive-thru girl any unwarranted confusion by asking for a salad.
Jose says, "Sara, please! I don't know what you're saying! You say it." By this time, Jada, having been distracted from Canal Control, is laughing at us. I'm also beginning to laugh at the situation.
I say, "No, you can say it. Just say, 'instead of fries, I want a salad.' 'Instead of fries, I want a salad!' You can do it!"
You see, I'm cheering him on. He has to learn!
He is panicking,"Sara! Please! You say it!"
(Jose talks like Antonio Banderas. Imagine Antonio Banderas yelling this.)
I am, at this time, laughing very hard. I give in and try to yell my order across the car, but I am laughing so hard that I'm crying. I feebly get out the word "instead...!" and then I'm doubled over.
Jose is frantic. I'm hysterical. This is going on for way too long. Much longer that a normal drive-thru order should. Through my tears, I watch as Jada, seeing that SOMEONE must take charge, leans forward from the backseat, practically climbing over Jose as she puts her head in the front driver side window and yells, "INSTEAD OF FRIES SHE WANTS A SALAD!"
Finally! The ordeal is over. The girl on the other side of the speaker breathes a sigh of relief. We drive forward. Our new friend, the speaker girl, gives us a disapproving look as Jose hands her our money. She probably thinks that we were high or something. She didn't even THINK about asking what kind of dressing I wanted. She just gave me Ranch.
We went home and ate. We finished Star Trek: Nine Deep Space season 2. Jada made fun of us. It was AWESOME.
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
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Have a good day.
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
On August 1, 1966, a man named Charles Whitman climbed to the top of the UT tower in Austin, TX and started shooting people. He was there for 1 hour and 36 minutes. He killed 15 people and wounded 43. Among them was a woman who was 8 months pregnant. She lived, but her baby didn't.
I just read a poignant article in Texas Monthly about it. It recounts the ordeal through the eyes of those students, police and just regular joes who bore witness to it. I feel pity and anger toward Charles Whitman. His story is a strange and eerie one. Being a person who believes wholeheartedly that we are surrounded by an invisible spiritual world, to me it reeks of the demonic.
On thing that struck me about the whole thing was that civilians went home, grabbed their hunting rifles and started shooting back. That kind of thing only happens in Texas. There were also a lot of brave men and women that risked their lives running out in to the open to help the ones who had been shot.