01-22-10

Just in case you forgot. It's also kind of fun if you write it this way: 012 210

(P.S.--It's my mom's birthday as well. I told her it's too bad she's turning 65 instead of 66 this year!)

Rewind

I'm feeling all sorts of unfulfilled today. Suddenly at 10:00 last night, as Royce and I were kneeling by our bed, I finally realized that yesterday (today at the time) was an unbelievably awesome day. Why was it so awesome? You look at this and tell me:
01-11-10.

It's a palindrome! How great is that? But I'm so sad that I didn't realize it until bedtime! Too late to blog about it then (especially last night--I was pretty loopy; I started telling Royce a story about a brook that wanted to get out of the desert . . . ). I was even considering pre-dating this post so it looked like I posted it yesterday. But that would not feel anymore fulfilling than posting about it a day late.

So anyway, I did some calculations and figured out that the last time the date was a palindrome was 10-22-01, and before that 10-11-01. (And right as I figured that out, I burst my own bubble by realizing that we'll have another one on 01-22-10--not so far away.) But before that, the last one we had was on 12-22-21. Wow, that's like 80 years!

For all you naysayers, I realize that this all is defunct if you use the European way of listing dates (day, month, year), but I'm American, dang it all! And if you still want to rain on my parade, all I have to say is 11-11-11: party at my house!

What says "Happy Holidays" to you?

So, as I guessed, I didn't keep up with my semi-daily blogging for long. But I sure tried. And unfortunately, this brief post has nothing to do with holiday cheer or gratitude.

Throughout the day yesterday I noticed a couple men putting up a long, white, runway-looking ramp in the gallery of the HFAC. "I wonder what this is for?" I thought to myself. "Maybe they're putting up a Christmas exhibit? Or a nativity? It must be something awesome--that's for sure."

This morning as I walked to my office, I glanced down and saw at the high end of the ramp a white, shapeless blob. "What is that?" I stopped to try and figure it out, and finally realized that there were two things coming out of one end of the white blob. They looked like legs--bird legs, actually. I then observed that the bulk of the whiteness looked like straw feathers. And then I realized there was a long skinny-ish portion on the other end that kind of looked like the shape of a bird's head, maybe a turkey's head? It was hard to tell for sure, because it was encased in some white substance.

And then I found out from one of the custodians that yes, not only is this artwork supposed to be a turkey, but it was in fact created from a real turkey.

A DEAD TURKEY! On a runway. In the HFAC. The week before Christmas. Joy.

Mattress sledding, and unrelated thoughts

This weekend we had snow that finally stuck. And it continues to snow. Which meant that my communte took 1 hour and 40 minutes, versus the usual hour. Which means that I am hating the snow and struggling to be positive about it. So in an attempt to continue to be grateful, let us reflect on the one thing that snow is good for: Mattress Sledding!

(Insert picture of mattress sledding here. Please. Anybody!)

I don't have a picture of us mattress sledding on the computer I'm using, and despite looking through old blog posts (mine and friends'), I cannot find a picture. But it is really fun. You should try it. All you need is a mattress you don't care about, a tarp, bungee cords, and a snowy hill.

In the process of looking for pictures, I started reading through some posts on Royce's and my old blogs. And you know what I disovered? We were way funnier when we were single. Remember all those fake posts Royce put on my blog about my violin breaking and the fake diamond ring. I think part of it has to do with working full-time, and being more tired. So here's a challenge to Royce and myself to become funny again (although, granted, we have many inside jokes that we think are hilarious and can cause me to shake with laughter--they're just not going to be funny to anybody but ourselves and therefore not blog-worthy).

O Holy NIght

I'm grateful for Christmas music. I could do without the rest of Christmas quite frankly (though I love Christmas lights too)--the music is definitely the best part. Especially this rendition of O Holy Night. I know it's not the best quality from You Tube, but take 6-7 minutes and listen to the whole thing. (Warning, it may bring tears to your eyes--it's that beautiful!)

Good clean fun

Today let's focus on another thing that makes me really happy.


I just love The Cosby Show. For my last birthday, Royce got me Season 1. Even though I had seen every episode before, I still found it delightful and refreshingly funny. There have been many seasons in my life where, for months at a time, I would find the channel that plays Cosby reruns and I would grab a bowl of cereal and watch 2 or more episodes in a row before going to bed. Good times!

(And just so you know, hon, I finished Season 1 last week . . . )

Sweet Tooth

If you know me at all, you know I love candy. Particularly the non-chocolate kind (which I think Royce has a hard time comprehending). Towards the tip-top of my list is . . .





I'm not such a fan of the jokes, though one in a hundred is half-way funny. But I just really like the taste, in all its imitation flavor glory. However, I lament the old-school Laffy Taffy I grew up with. Remember when they came in squares, and you could buy them Starburst-wrapped like, with 10 different flavors? Now I'm hard-pressed to find 5 flavors in one store. But at least I can always find banana! Yummm.