Comics and other dorky things

Get Fuzzy is one of my favorite comics. It's hilarious and allows me to feel like a pet owner without actually being one. If only pets were really that funny . . ..

Anyway, today's Get Fuzzy cracked me up. I don't know why Satchel's dialogue in the first box was so funny to me, but it totally struck a nerve. Maybe it's the use of "shall." Shall is a funny, official-sounding word.

A nerve was also struck by this e-mail from my brother-in-law. What does it say that my dad is a surgeon, my brother is a radiologist, and Todd has a desire to be an anesthesiologist?

I'm thinking this was written by someone in the England, because some spellings are wonky. I shall try harder to brush up on my England-english.

Hello you fool

Wow, two posts in one week. I'm so excited.

We're planning a young women's activity that involves 80s music. Because the other young women's leaders are just as amazingly dorky and rad as I am (I said rad), so we picked an era with some truly great songs. An era in which none of the young women were alive. Crazy.

We need songs that are appropriate for girls 12-18 in a church environment. The three I have come up with are "Joyride" by Roxette (because it's my favorite and there's quality whistling), "Beat It" by Michael Jackson (the girls need to know he did more than "Thriller" and . . . illegal things), and "I Think We're Alone Now" by Tiffany. I listened to that song in 2nd grade, when we got our first CD player. Wow. Is that song appropriate? If not, "Who Can it be Now" by Men at Work seems a very good alternative.

I also want to rock some Belinda Carlisle ("I Get Weak" is a song I totally forgot about when compiling my wedding song list. Dang.), Duran Duran, Van Halen, and Madonna. But are those artists and their songs fun enough and appropriate?

What do you guys think are some great 80s songs I'm forgetting about?

Why I don't like dogs

I truly don't like dogs. I never want to own one, and I don't go ga-ga over others' pets. I do have a soft spot for animals--I'm not that cold-hearted. But I don't want an animal in my home. This story illustrates why. Hilariously, which is fun.

A few months ago we were at our family's cabin and decided to go for a walk. At the bottom of our street is a cabin whose occupants let their dogs run wild (and really, in a place that big and open, why not? The dogs get exercise, in theory, and they wear themselves out every day). As we passed that cabin, this cute Basset Hound started following us.

Now, I said the pets in this cabin must get lots of exercise. This dog didn't. He's fat like most Basset Hounds seem to be. Cute fat, but fat. The Hound (we called him "Dog") was persistent, and followed us the entire hour-long walk. We jumped across a little stream that was honestly half a foot wide, and Dog attempted the jump and got high-centered by his gut. Kelsey bravely jumped into the freezing stream to save him.

After about 20 minutes, the fat dog was tired and hungry. So he kept stopping at every cabin to try to be adopted. Like we'd been suckers and adopted him. But I didn't want to leave him behind (see, not cold-hearted) because I didn't think he was smart enough to find his way home, and I knew he'd be perfect coyote food. I had to pull him away from the cabins and try to convince him to keep following us. "Come on, Dog," we'd coax. People must have thought we were crazy, or terrible pet owners.

He started whining. He gave us his puppy dog eyes. He started limping. He got this in return.

Yup, my brother-in-law (who does not hate dogs) carried Dog down the road. A dog we'd never seen before. And as we were walking along the "main" road, Dog in arms, a girl and her dad drove by on a 4-wheeler and she yelled, "Hi Rufus!" or whatever the dog's name was. It was her dog, being carried by some random UNLV fan, and they kept driving! Hilarious.

Aaron got tired of holding Dog, so he put him down. Dog stopped walking. Dog sat down in the middle of the road. Dog made this face.

Then this happened.

Dog owned us. And he knew it. Look at his face.

p.s. All these pictures are from Whit, because she's not as lazy as I am and actually gets her pictures off her camera. Thanks Whit.

Gushes and rants

(or, Gushes and one rant, which fortunately is more positive and Karma likes that)

Recently I have developed a major dependence on caffeine. Specifically Diet Cherry Coke. I've also noticed my soda intake is significantly contributing to my Newlywed 15 (I never gained the Freshman 15 in college, so Karma is having a blast with it now). So I have been cutting back on my Diet Coke intake (sigh). And that is my excuse for this post--there are things I have wanted to post about, but they've been random and short, and today I'm feeling my caffeine withdrawal so I'm hoping a blog rush will get me through the day.

Gush:
We got Wicked tickets! We have very good seats, and hotel rooms, so now we just get to let the anticipation build, which really is the coolest thing.

Rant:
Yesterday was stake conference, and it was a really nice meeting. The meeting was broadcast to our building, and they had technical difficulties, so the sound was very quiet. So quiet we couldn't hear anyone who stood more than an inch from the microphone. Especially with the background noise of children crying, screaming, banging toys on the metal chairs, etc. The noise drowned out the speakers. And that's my rant; maybe it's even an Ask Miss Tacky.

And I know I run the risk of Karma giving me hellion children because I am complaining about other people's children, but seriously parents from yesterday--can you not take your screaming child out of the room? They had a feed into the Relief Society room, where there are soft chairs. Take your kid there. I realize kids make noise, and I find it mostly adorable, but there was a child in front of us who screamed like a banshee every minute or so. And his parents just sat above him ignoring him. I admit, I am not a mom and can't even imagine having to parent children, but that's all I ask--parent your children, don't just let them annoy everyone else. (That was quite a rant; I can only imagine what you moms will have to say about my insensitivity Ü.)

Gush:
This picture from Ryan and Katie's blog. I can't get enough of it. I think it's the sweetest thing.

Gush:
Grey's Anatomy and LOST are on the same day. What an awesome idea. And LOST was fantastic, but we all know my true love lies with Grey's, and Thursday was such a good episode. That woman's skull flap flopping out of her hat?! Oh my nastyness. And one of the best lines ever was George and Lexie after she klepto'd everything from the hospital:

George: “I wish you had stolen the TVs.” Lexie: “I tried; they’re bolted to the walls.”

Gush:
Right now I am totally obsessed with this song

and this song.