Tomorrow is always fresh with no mistakes in it...yet.

Thursday, December 30, 2010


The secretary at the Costco optometrist's is:
A return missionary.
Reading Harry Potter.
And (a new development) married.

On the upside, we bought chocolate-covered raisins.

Sunday, December 26, 2010


Oh, I know it's been overdone, but mine was TOO COOL not to tell you all about!

I started the day off right by still being up reading when the clock showed midnight.

It's a family tradition that Christmas Eve all the kids sleep in the same room. When we woke up, Lizzie and I dressed all of our dolls in their Christmas best (another tradition, and I pity any of you who don't have a sister to do it with. And before any of you get on at me for still playing with dolls, think of Toy Story. Yeah.) while Joseph read aloud from Luke.

Then it was time for presents! I got:

of many varieties

Shakespeare's Sonnets

I feel like Marianne.


China and glass, from Joseph and Mom

A cute statuette

from Lizzie

A dress


And the Pursuit of Happiness by Maira Kalman

delightful--fills all my history nerd needs

A wonderfully soft beanie
I'm going to decorate it.

Speak Now

I love Taylor Swift.

Really pretty sticky notes

They're called "Forget-me-nots." Isn't that great?

And....ROBIN HOOD!!!!!

How I love him. I know what I'm doing this week.

Then, I read And the Pursuit of Happiness. Thick book, quick read.

I thought about watching Robin Hood, but decided to save it for my friends. However, I was in a very BBC mood, so I watched North and South instead. Who better to spend Christmas with than Richard Armitage?

Around 6:00, my aunt and uncle and cousins and their family came over for dinner. It was delicious: ham, potatoes, pumpkin biscuits, carrots, salad, and poni popo. (My uncle's Samoan.)

All in all, a thoroughly delightful holiday.
Merry Christmas!

Friday, December 17, 2010

I have my two front teeth, so here's what I want now:

Quick Christmas list, inspired by Catie at
Please don't take any of these seriously and get me them. For one thing, most are expensive/not available, and for another the large majority I know I'm getting. :) Feel free to take ideas for your own list, though.
1. BBC's Robin Hood on DVD, Season 1. (And 2, and 3...but I'll take what I can get.)
2. My driver's license. Really. A lot. But maybe not in the snow.

3. Chocolate! Yum.

4. A desk...Like, say, this one?

5. For the phone jack that currently resides in my brother's room to magically transfer into my room, so I can actually have access to the adorable pink phone I got from my cousin.

6. Glass bottles. I. Love. Bottles. I collect cool ones. (There's a great collection at Campus Crafts and Floral. Hint, hint.)

7. Green clothing. I have red hair, what can I say?

8. A horse. Don't question it.

9. To find my planner that's been missing for months.

10. Gilbert Blythe. Or, if that's impossible, a life-size cardboard cutout would do. (I seem to remember being promised one of these last year, but as of yet I do not own it. Sad.)

11. World peace. Why not?
(I searched "world peace" on Google Images, and this is what came up. Personally, I think it looks like they're poking each other, but hey, I'm not gonna argue with their peace. )

And while I'm at it...
12. True love. Makes an even dozen, anyway.

Monday, December 13, 2010

When Inner-Feminists Emerge...

I know, it sounds like the title of a fourth-rate horror film. Here's the story.
Tonight, my family went to clean the church building for Family Home Evening. The elderly gentleman in charge took one look at me and said, "I've got just the job for you, young lady." Oh, dear. I knew what it was before he even headed for the broom cupboard. As he handed me the broom, three distinct sides of myself immediately had something to say.
1. The girly-girl was delighted by the same Cinderella fantasy which allowed a five-year-old Kat to happily mop floors on her hands and knees, but never with a stick mop.
2. The history nerd gloried in the fact that the broom was old enough to have been made not just with yellow bristles but with actual broom corn. And noted that it had been stored the traditional English way, rather than the French.
3. The feminist threw back her head and howled. Because when a man your grandpa's age or older gives you that look, it means they're seeing you in frilly apron and heels, smilingly doing housework a la their mother's Lady's Magazine. The "little wife" of Beauty and the Beast fame. Noooooooooo! I mean, to that age group, I suppose any of tonight's activities would be considered the female's domain, but why, why is it always sweeping? Are these men aware that the making of brooms, at least was entirely a man's job for hundreds of years? Well, no. I suppose nobody but me and Colonial Kid are aware of that. Still. It's beyond frustrating that these archaic stereotypes are still around. His quick assignment almost made me want to do a bad job, just to frustrate his mental image. But then I took pity on the poor man. None of this was actually his fault, and he had no idea I was fuming at life's unfairness as I swept. So instead, in the interest of giving a good name to women's work ethics, the feminist made the walks cleaner than they had probably ever been. The feminist was then completely mollified when, returning the broom, said elderly gentleman asked how it had been. About to reply with a brisk, "The sidewalks are very clean now," she was startled when the man cut across her with, "I find it drags to the left a bit, and it doesn't accelerate as well as it used to. But then, it's a very old broom."

Winter Aspen

First off, I want to thank all of my wonderful friends for their comments and sympathy on my last post. You guys are amazing. But anyway, now I'm back to my usual, literary self. (I was never that far gone, to be honest. You may have noticed that even in the depths of despair I managed to sneak in a quote from A Knight's Tale  and one from Anne of Avonlea.) And so, I wrote my naturalist essay for English. And I really liked it, so I'm putting a bit of it up here. I don't want you to drown in the whole thing, but if you want the rest I'll add it later.

People say that winter is nothing but cold--cold and gray and dreary. It is cold. The rest is the sad mistake of those who can't see past what is right in front of their noses. Winter is magic. Winter is ice, snow, white, silver, sparkle, glide, black on white, the stark beauty of ink on paper. When you begin to see beauty in Winter, you see the very core of your surroundings. Without the shrouding bushes, mountains become monuments of stone, impenetrable as any medieval fortress, scraping the bases of the clouds. Without the enveloping greens of trees and grass, the bright red breast of a Robin flashes past in a blaze, striking in its confidence. Without the shivering leaves, the aspen tree seems an ancient goddess, every line a masterstroke of some forgotten quill. . .

Hope you like it. Happy winter!

Friday, December 3, 2010

It's Robin Hood I Want!!

Don't we all? I really don't have time for this post, so I'll just do a short one on the assumption that I'll come back later in much greater length. To cut straight to the chase: I. Love. Robin. Hood. I don't care if we're talking about the the somewhat pessimistic, sarcastic book version, the hilarious, gorgeous BBC character, or the aimated fox; he's my favorite. I think this probably has something to do with the fact that I grew up driving past Sherwood Forest almost every day, and watching the Disney movie literally every day. Here are some pictures to feast upon. (Anyone who has not seen BBC's Robin Hood, or read Robin McKinley's The Outlaws of Sherwood, get on it.)