My kudos to Apple.
They have successfully caused me to yearn for an item I have no need for.
That item is the iPod touch.
Yes. I have succumb to the mindset of a teenager and I desperately want the iTouch otherwise my life is not complete. This idea is odd for me. I have never before longed after an item that was not a necessity, especially anything over $100. Usually if I cannot afford the item the desire for it fades. But this time Apple has overcome my frugal controls and turned me into a ravenous-updated-technology-must-have beast.
.sigh.
That little piece of black shiny plastic and it's touchable screen of glory has me writhing in torture. It costs exponentially more than I could ever convince myself to spend, especially since I have a completely functional [out of date] iPod. Oh the joys of responsible frugality. May all who have an iTouch simply bestowed on them because they are too young and/or irresponsible to hold a job, be mindful not to carelessly leave their sacred technology behind. It might be the one time that I cannot convince myself to turn it in to lost and found*.
*Though I wish my conscience was seared enough, I'm sure I would not be able to do this. First for the sake of the parents who actually worked hard for money they used to pay for that item, second on behalf of honoring the golden rule and third in honor of a dear friend who lost his iPhone to someone less selfless than I.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Rumor Weed
Someone asked me at church on Sunday if I was pregnant.
I politely answered "No....?"
"You don't look pregnant," she clarified, "I just heard a rumor and wanted to check to see if it was true."
"Nope, not yet." I replied
She asked, "Are you trying?"
"No...." I said running away
Wow.
Rumor? That I'm pregnant?
*shakes head*
Let them have their rumors.
There's plenty of babies at church right now. I don't want to overwhelm the nursery teacher.
I just noticed... blogger doesn't have emoticons. Or at least not that I see anywhere... sad.
I politely answered "No....?"
"You don't look pregnant," she clarified, "I just heard a rumor and wanted to check to see if it was true."
"Nope, not yet." I replied
She asked, "Are you trying?"
"No...." I said running away
Wow.
Rumor? That I'm pregnant?
*shakes head*
Let them have their rumors.
There's plenty of babies at church right now. I don't want to overwhelm the nursery teacher.
I just noticed... blogger doesn't have emoticons. Or at least not that I see anywhere... sad.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
By Any Other Name
Izzy.
It's a nickname that has haunted me since 4th grade.
Someone decided it was funny to call me Izzy, because I somehow reminded them of Izzy's pizza buffet and they would call me that so they could sing parodied versions of the commercial diddy to attempt making fun of me. There were some parodies that were better than others "Izzy's green poop..." being one of them. But I learned to let it slide like hot cheese on fresh pizza.
While still in grade school I introduced myself as Isabel and politely gave people the option of calling me Izzy [it was better than being called Elizabeth, or Isabella]. But towards the end of my high school years I began to realize that I disdained the sound of the letter z. Not to mention it was ugly to write out... cursive or print. Subsequently I began to loathe the nickname I had so graciously allowed everyone to call me the last 8 years of my life*.
Then college came.
I decided I would make a new beginning for myself. I never once told anyone to call me Izzy. The nickname just naturally came for my professors [Prof Rob!!! I miss him], friends and classmates alike.
I gave up the quest to get rid of it. If people call me Izzy I just go to a happy place in my mind where terrible nicknames are put to death by guillotine and never heard of again. I've taught some of my closer friends to call me Is, or Isa which are nicknames that I find more pleasant to my auditory mechanisms.
There is only one place that the nickname has not dare follow me. My work.
My boss so graciously has caught on to calling me Is, in less formal conversations.
All this to say. I like my boss.
Why do I like him?
Many reasons.
But today I like him because he calls me Is.
* During the 8 years I discovered that the Olympic mascot was named Izzy, and there was some 80's rocker called Izzy and a little boy called Izzy short for Isaiah. All which were negatives to me
It's a nickname that has haunted me since 4th grade.
Someone decided it was funny to call me Izzy, because I somehow reminded them of Izzy's pizza buffet and they would call me that so they could sing parodied versions of the commercial diddy to attempt making fun of me. There were some parodies that were better than others "Izzy's green poop..." being one of them. But I learned to let it slide like hot cheese on fresh pizza.
While still in grade school I introduced myself as Isabel and politely gave people the option of calling me Izzy [it was better than being called Elizabeth, or Isabella]. But towards the end of my high school years I began to realize that I disdained the sound of the letter z. Not to mention it was ugly to write out... cursive or print. Subsequently I began to loathe the nickname I had so graciously allowed everyone to call me the last 8 years of my life*.
Then college came.
I decided I would make a new beginning for myself. I never once told anyone to call me Izzy. The nickname just naturally came for my professors [Prof Rob!!! I miss him], friends and classmates alike.
I gave up the quest to get rid of it. If people call me Izzy I just go to a happy place in my mind where terrible nicknames are put to death by guillotine and never heard of again. I've taught some of my closer friends to call me Is, or Isa which are nicknames that I find more pleasant to my auditory mechanisms.
There is only one place that the nickname has not dare follow me. My work.
My boss so graciously has caught on to calling me Is, in less formal conversations.
All this to say. I like my boss.
Why do I like him?
Many reasons.
But today I like him because he calls me Is.
* During the 8 years I discovered that the Olympic mascot was named Izzy, and there was some 80's rocker called Izzy and a little boy called Izzy short for Isaiah. All which were negatives to me
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Birthday Milestones
HAPPY BIRTHDAY ABIGAIL MAY PARKER
A year ago today a precious addition was made to the Huntsman/Parker families.
Abby and I on the day of her birth.You have provided lots of laughs, love and memories this past year. I look forward to even more in the years to come.
Thank you for being so cute and adorable, for falling asleep in my arms countless times, for laughing at my silly faces and for adding more estrogen to the Huntsman family.
One more thing I ask... stop growing so fast!
Love
Isabel
[Your favorite Aunt]
[Your favorite Aunt]
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Relating
Slumdog Millionaire.
Watch it! If you haven't already.
I've been doing a horrible job with my 2009 resolution.
I haven't taken 1 picture since I wrote that blog. How sad.
My aunt & cousins are visiting from Las Vegas. They are staying with my aunt in Bellevue. Mike and I made the trek up there to say hello. It was a long drive and late in the evening by the time we got home, but it was worth it. I am very guilty of avoiding my extended family. I usually leave family gatherings with the sense that I cannot relate to my relatives. But yesterday was a delightful evening and you can never regret an evening spent well.
Watch it! If you haven't already.
I've been doing a horrible job with my 2009 resolution.
I haven't taken 1 picture since I wrote that blog. How sad.
My aunt & cousins are visiting from Las Vegas. They are staying with my aunt in Bellevue. Mike and I made the trek up there to say hello. It was a long drive and late in the evening by the time we got home, but it was worth it. I am very guilty of avoiding my extended family. I usually leave family gatherings with the sense that I cannot relate to my relatives. But yesterday was a delightful evening and you can never regret an evening spent well.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Book vs. Movie
The argument can be made that in most cases a book's story is much more entertaining than it's movie counterpart. In a book-made-movie the story is usually less detailed and usually has a hard time at recreating the emotion and background story that is contained in the book. I have not come across a case in which a book's story was not better than it's movie version, until today.
Stardust, written by Neil Gaiman is tale of adventure, cat-eared women and fallen stars. It's movie version was released in 2007. I watched the movie before I even had knowledge of a book version. The movie is hands down in my top 5 favorites. Well in reading one of Neil Gaiman's stories, Coraline (which has an animated movie version I haven't seen yet), I discovered he also authored Stardust. I decided I wanted to read it, since I had found up until this point that books are always tremendously more entertaining than a movie. Unfortunately I cannot say so of Stardust. Though the book was not completely disappointing it lacked the emotion and sense of adventure and fun the movie incorporated so well.
This is the first time I would say if you like the book you're going to like the movie much more. The movie did a good job of embellishing the story line and removing that which was not necessary.
So I must admit that a movie can be better than it's book version, but only very rarely.
If you have not seen the movie, go rent it. Definitely a must see in my own meager opinion.
Stardust, written by Neil Gaiman is tale of adventure, cat-eared women and fallen stars. It's movie version was released in 2007. I watched the movie before I even had knowledge of a book version. The movie is hands down in my top 5 favorites. Well in reading one of Neil Gaiman's stories, Coraline (which has an animated movie version I haven't seen yet), I discovered he also authored Stardust. I decided I wanted to read it, since I had found up until this point that books are always tremendously more entertaining than a movie. Unfortunately I cannot say so of Stardust. Though the book was not completely disappointing it lacked the emotion and sense of adventure and fun the movie incorporated so well.
This is the first time I would say if you like the book you're going to like the movie much more. The movie did a good job of embellishing the story line and removing that which was not necessary.
So I must admit that a movie can be better than it's book version, but only very rarely.
If you have not seen the movie, go rent it. Definitely a must see in my own meager opinion.
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