Embarrassment, Curry, and Other Good Stuff

Because Semi-Public Humiliation Just Isn’t Enough

You may have thought I wrote that letter, Hello, Jordan Sandberg, solely to amuse and horrify my current friends and family. You would be wrong. Through the magic of Facebook, I sent it to poor, unsuspecting “Jordan,” with whom I have had no contact for about 12 years. (And he even wrote back). It’s funny, really, because this event that was so monumental in my mind … he didn’t remember it. Oh yeah, he remembered liking me and all (phew! I’m not delusional), and he alluded to some other embarrassments (because, honestly, there were certainly enough to go around). But the ice skating incident … nada. Life is weird that way.

Please let it be noted, however, that he did remember my ability to read and walk at the same time. And he considered it one of my definite selling points.

Drum Roll, Please … The Lit Blitz

As you may recall, today my story gets posted to the Mormon Artist blog, and you can read it here. In case you are lacking for words to describe the sheer magnificence of my writing, I have taken the liberty of making some suggestions:

“Dear Jeanna,

Your story was brilliant. Like War and Peace, only shorter. Like Hamlet, except with fewer dead people. Like Finnegan’s Wake, but, you know, coherent. More moving than gravity. More touching than a toddler in a toy store. Truly, you have changed my life.

Sincerely, [insert your name here]”

This is just a suggestion, you understand.

Too Much Curry

It turns out that we are constitutionally incapable of making small batches of curry. What was supposed to be a “small” pot last week turned into a meal to feed about 8 or 9 hungry adults. Hooray for leftovers!

Sulking

A few days ago, we were eating some Valentine’s chocolate for dessert, and Coriel started begging for more. I told her, in a remarkably gentle voice, that she couldn’t have any more. Immediately she started to cry this wail that was just verging on fake. Then she paused, ran over to the couch, flopped on it, and started crying again. A moment later, she stopped again suddenly, looked up at me, and said, “That’s called sulking.” After which she began to cry again. She did not receive more candy.

Wearing, if I remember correctly, three jackets
and a few pairs of gloves.

Coats and Hats and Mittens, oh my!

Recently Addra is super jazzed about wearing as much clothing as possible. She sees jackets hanging on the rack by our front door or the rack in Coriel’s room, and she is determined that she must put them on. She points emphatically and makes that cute grunty-squeaky imploring noise “unh unh unh” until I take the coat down and put it on her. Then she wanders off to find another coat. Or mitten. Or sock. Or whatever.

P.S. And a thanks to Heather at Women in the Scriptures for getting me thinking about Five Things for Friday in the first place; join in the blog hopping fun.