So, I heard about a new website today. It's called Smile.ly, and it's another word-of-mouth kind of website, where you get to try new products and stuff. It seems pretty neat, but we'll see. I've only been a member for, ohh.... 5 minutes, so it's still on a trial period. There's the website, though, if you want to see what it's about! (P.S. I get points for people who click the link, but don't feel pressured - just click if you actually want to. :)
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Monday, May 17, 2010
alisonism #1: "And if you get peanut butter, get smooth!"
I don't like it when people call it "chunky" or "extra chunky" peanut butter. Western Family does that. They should call it "crunchy" or "extra crunchy."
Sunday, May 16, 2010
indexing
I guess this post is kind of for my grandma. It was at least inspired by her. She introduced me to indexing. She does it a lot, and is even serving a mission for the LDS Church right now, helping indexers. I am indexing right now (or was a minute ago, until I got stuck on a word for a long time). For those of you who don't know, indexing is something that you do through www.familysearchindexing.com where you look at a scan of an old document on your computer, like an old census record or something (they're always different - sometimes birth records, marriage records, etc) and type in the information that you see written. Why do I do this? Because it helps people's records be saved and the people be remembered. It gives people who do family history work real-life documents proving their ancestors' existence. It helps people do their family history. I think it does something like validate that people were real, and it's somehow connected to doing temple work, which is also very important. (For those of you who aren't familiar with that phrase, in our church, we believe that people who died without a knowledge of the gospel of Jesus Christ deserve a chance to accept the gospel and be baptized, etc., and so we are baptized vicariously for them in our temples. That's a big reason why so many members of the church do family history work - to find names of people that still need that chance. Let me know if that didn't make sense:)
Anyway, now that we've established that.
I really enjoy indexing. Right now I'm working on a census record and I'm supposed to type in the name of the person, their gender, marital status, age, country of origin, and country of parents' origin. It's interesting how connected you can feel to someone when you're only reading their name. When I'm indexing, I think about the people I'm recording - how the 71-year-old woman head-of-household might feel, being a widow; how long she might've been a widow; how sad it must be to only have 4 of your 11 children alive; how happy it must be to have all 4 of your 4 children alive; how the Irish woman and the German man met and married - maybe a language barrier wasn't an issue?; whether the 48-year-old man and the 38-year-old woman married for love or family arrangement; why the husband immigrated a year before the wife, and how things were for her after he emigrated and before she did; how it was that almost every child was born in a different state, but the oldest and youngest were born in the same state; etc.
Sometimes I think about other things, too - In one household, there was a 19-year-old daughter and a 40-year-old boarder. I wonder if the girl ever felt uncomfortable or "hit on" by the boarder. In another house, there was a widower who lived with his young boys, and two female boarders. I wonder if the girls lived there to help the man take care of his children. In another house, I wonder why there's a set of three cousins living together, all of whom are over 40 years old and single. And in another, I wonder how it is that almost all of the children are over 30 and single - are they living at home to help their parents, or what is their story? Sometimes when the handwriting gets bad on the document, I wonder if the recorder just got sick of writing "Pennsylvania" over and over, or maybe if it's the end of the day and (s)he's tired. And on the particular one I'm doing, I wonder how the word "Pennsylvania" is written in a totally different handwriting than every other word on the document; it looks almost like it was stamped.
These are the kinds of things I think about when I index. It's fun, kind of addicting, and very interesting to do. Fun because you feel good about what you're doing - you feel helpful - and sometimes it's like a game trying to figure out what's written. Addicting just because. I don't know why. Maybe for the same reasons it's fun. And it's interesting to think about who you're recording and what their story is, and also to feel like you're almost getting to know people while recording the names from a certain town or something. Anyway, it's pretty fun. You should try it sometime.
Anyway, now that we've established that.
I really enjoy indexing. Right now I'm working on a census record and I'm supposed to type in the name of the person, their gender, marital status, age, country of origin, and country of parents' origin. It's interesting how connected you can feel to someone when you're only reading their name. When I'm indexing, I think about the people I'm recording - how the 71-year-old woman head-of-household might feel, being a widow; how long she might've been a widow; how sad it must be to only have 4 of your 11 children alive; how happy it must be to have all 4 of your 4 children alive; how the Irish woman and the German man met and married - maybe a language barrier wasn't an issue?; whether the 48-year-old man and the 38-year-old woman married for love or family arrangement; why the husband immigrated a year before the wife, and how things were for her after he emigrated and before she did; how it was that almost every child was born in a different state, but the oldest and youngest were born in the same state; etc.
Sometimes I think about other things, too - In one household, there was a 19-year-old daughter and a 40-year-old boarder. I wonder if the girl ever felt uncomfortable or "hit on" by the boarder. In another house, there was a widower who lived with his young boys, and two female boarders. I wonder if the girls lived there to help the man take care of his children. In another house, I wonder why there's a set of three cousins living together, all of whom are over 40 years old and single. And in another, I wonder how it is that almost all of the children are over 30 and single - are they living at home to help their parents, or what is their story? Sometimes when the handwriting gets bad on the document, I wonder if the recorder just got sick of writing "Pennsylvania" over and over, or maybe if it's the end of the day and (s)he's tired. And on the particular one I'm doing, I wonder how the word "Pennsylvania" is written in a totally different handwriting than every other word on the document; it looks almost like it was stamped.
These are the kinds of things I think about when I index. It's fun, kind of addicting, and very interesting to do. Fun because you feel good about what you're doing - you feel helpful - and sometimes it's like a game trying to figure out what's written. Addicting just because. I don't know why. Maybe for the same reasons it's fun. And it's interesting to think about who you're recording and what their story is, and also to feel like you're almost getting to know people while recording the names from a certain town or something. Anyway, it's pretty fun. You should try it sometime.
Friday, May 14, 2010
what's love got to do, got to do with it?
What's love but a second-hand emotion?
That song always reminds me of Elizabeth Kulogowski, who everyone calls Kuli but who I have always called Elizabeth, for some reason... but it reminds me of her because one time, in tenth grade, at the end of chemistry one day, she came up to me and said, "What's love got to do with it?" and this girl who was kind of quiet said, "It's a second-hand emotion." It was awesome.
Speaking of Elizabeth, that totally reminds me of the time that my ride left me at seminary instead of taking me to school. but I'm out of time, so I'll have to write about that another day.
That song always reminds me of Elizabeth Kulogowski, who everyone calls Kuli but who I have always called Elizabeth, for some reason... but it reminds me of her because one time, in tenth grade, at the end of chemistry one day, she came up to me and said, "What's love got to do with it?" and this girl who was kind of quiet said, "It's a second-hand emotion." It was awesome.
Speaking of Elizabeth, that totally reminds me of the time that my ride left me at seminary instead of taking me to school. but I'm out of time, so I'll have to write about that another day.
but what does love have to do with it?!
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
making the bed
Okay, first of all, let's get this straight - I like to have my bed made.
And with that said, let me share with you the most logical argument I've ever heard for not making the bed:
"My wife always asks me why I don't make the bed. For the same reason I don't tie my shoes after I take them off!"
In my opinion, that totally beats out the "because I'm just going to be getting back in!" logic that I've found to be the most common among non-bedmakers. Thanks, Jim Gaffigan. Although I still prefer to have my bed made, not making it seems way more logical now than it did before.
And with that said, let me share with you the most logical argument I've ever heard for not making the bed:
"My wife always asks me why I don't make the bed. For the same reason I don't tie my shoes after I take them off!"
In my opinion, that totally beats out the "because I'm just going to be getting back in!" logic that I've found to be the most common among non-bedmakers. Thanks, Jim Gaffigan. Although I still prefer to have my bed made, not making it seems way more logical now than it did before.
"If I were here by myself, I'd just lay here and eat bacon...."
I read an article today that called bacon America's "food crush," which I thought was a really awesome name for it, but also pretty accurate. I definitely know I love bacon. And just think of everything with bacon in it, besides our hands and mouths - hamburgers, cheeseburgers, KFC's new "burger," at least half the food made on Food Network, chicken sandwiches, salads, green beans, BLT's, baked potatoes, sometimes it's wrapped around things like pork chops, etc. If you have doubts about America's new crush, just look at Bacon Salt or Bacon Today......
........or in my freezer.
Oh, and here's that article in case you're interested. Have a bacon-licious day! And please, enjoy this video.
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Erik
This post is specifically for one of my most amazing friends, Erika. We have approximately 1,000,000x more inside jokes than I have with just about anyone else. Every time I see her, I usually end up peeing my pants and/or crying because I'm laughing so much. She asked the other day if I still had the Monster Truck Rally shirt she gave me for my 14th birthday. I definitely still have it. (Sidenote: She also gave me two of my top 5 favorite pairs of socks that birthday.) Since she reminded me of it, I decided to wear it yesterday. And then I met George Foreman! And we took this picture together. I like to call it "Self Portrait." This is totally for you, Erika.
Also, Jamisa Bedellagraham, geometry teacher racing Horatio, said teacher looking like a duck and also wearing duck-like shoes, Jack Handey, fruit that screams when you eat it, crows calling Kaw's name, writing haikus in Mrs. Crofford's class, Peeping Tom, George, Magritte, typing things with fingers one letter off, being in Mrs. Howland's class and doing the peanut butter and jelly dance to that song on those Oklahoma movies, having the same dream the same night where we were pregnant with twins and didn't know who the dad was, being Laodicea, What kind of garden grows the most vegetables? A flash garden!, fubar (the facebook Christmas present you gave me that one time - you should check out our wall-to-wall from that time. It's awesome), my favorite pencil that I've had since 6th grade (that I still have!) except missing a little part that I lost in the library in 8th grade, being Lasheha Brown from our geometry book, you being Igor Ilagorishvili (sp?), me being Jewison because I look like a Jew, owning a Jewraser and Stefan being a Jewasaur, me being Albert, me being She Eddingto. Etc.
Also, Jamisa Bedellagraham, geometry teacher racing Horatio, said teacher looking like a duck and also wearing duck-like shoes, Jack Handey, fruit that screams when you eat it, crows calling Kaw's name, writing haikus in Mrs. Crofford's class, Peeping Tom, George, Magritte, typing things with fingers one letter off, being in Mrs. Howland's class and doing the peanut butter and jelly dance to that song on those Oklahoma movies, having the same dream the same night where we were pregnant with twins and didn't know who the dad was, being Laodicea, What kind of garden grows the most vegetables? A flash garden!, fubar (the facebook Christmas present you gave me that one time - you should check out our wall-to-wall from that time. It's awesome), my favorite pencil that I've had since 6th grade (that I still have!) except missing a little part that I lost in the library in 8th grade, being Lasheha Brown from our geometry book, you being Igor Ilagorishvili (sp?), me being Jewison because I look like a Jew, owning a Jewraser and Stefan being a Jewasaur, me being Albert, me being She Eddingto. Etc.
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