Thursday, December 25, 2008
Friday, December 19, 2008
And last week a lady in a trench coat jumped into the creche and opened her coat to pose for nudie pics with the babe in the straw.
People are weird.
The High Council voted to take 'host' duty at the Temple instead of a having a meeting this week. It was pretty fun, if a bit cold. There were cinnamon rolls and hot chocolate and lots of lights.
Really good cinnamon rolls.
In other news:
Is anyone else waking up at night in a cold sweat because she forgot to pick up assembled toys at Toys r Us?
Yeah, me neither.
So I guess it's just my Mom.
She waited til morn, and called me to see if I actually had forgotten.
I keep forgetting stuff.
I'm not organized enough for Christmas.
Please don't make me go to Wal-Mart this morning.
Monday, December 15, 2008
Tuesday, December 09, 2008
The Christmas letter my sister says I can't send to anyone, especially not Jake's Grandma, because it is foul
Dear friends and family,
Saturday, December 06, 2008
Thursday, December 04, 2008
This is the way the world endsThis is the way the world endsThis is the way the world endsNot with a bang but a whimper.
Monday, December 01, 2008
1. Life in Technicolor
2. Violet Hill
4. In My Place
5. speed of sound
6. Cemeteries Of London
7. Chinese Sleep Chant
9. Fix You
10. Strawberry Swing
11. God Put A Smile Upon Your Face
13. The Hardest Part
14. Postcards From Far Away
15. Viva La Vida
17. The Scientist
18. Death Will Never Conquer
19. Viva La Vida (remix interlude)
21. Lovers In Japan
22. Death And All His Friends
I would like to focus on my favorite parts: numbers 6, 11-15, and 23. Cemeteries of London just sounded GREAT. Better than the album. Then later, they went out into the audience a bit and got into a tight little pack, where they played these fast, short techno-ish versions of God Put a Smile... and Talk, and then Chris played The Hardest Part, and then this pretty little piano thing-y called Postcards from Far Away, which is on the new Prospekt's March EP, which you should get because it is good, and then, when he hits the last, heartbreakingly beautiful note and you think, this can't get any better, BOOM, they go straight into Viva La Vida. Wowie. This minivan mama can die happy, now.
The encore, Yellow, was also fab. It is just a GOOD song, people.
I would also like to say that I have new respect for the multi-talented drummer, who drums so fast that when you watch him you get a little seasick, and who can play the Church bell, some sort of mandolin and a tambourine, and also sing fairly well, although in the style of Kermit thee Frog. But I shan't look up his name to tell it to you, because his hair is not blonde and curly. It is baldy. To each his own, eh, ladies?
Anyhow, they say they are coming back next year! So, who wants to come along? Kari already said she's in. But don't tell her relatives, because they will be ticked if she skips town for any more major holidays.
Check out this video for LOST! It is all concert footage. Thanks, Kari!
Want more Kelly blogging about Coldplay? You are in luck!
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Jake has taken all the children and gone to dinner with his family at the Old Spaghetti Factory (bless his saintly soul), and I am all alone. This solitude is a rare and exciting in itself. I was feeling a bit contrary, because my planned and plotted nap this afternoon had been foiled, and I thought, I can totally picture myself in a big tub, bubbles up to my eyeballs, holding one of those long-handled cigarrettes from ye olden days of back knows when.
The mental image was very pleasurable, in a dangerous, old Hollywood way. But it isn't what nice Mormon ladies do, right? Or really, what any smart ladies anywhere do, who don't want cancer or stinky hair. Which is like, everybody. Or ought to be, anyhow. Plus, how weird would I look, when the drug addiction had grown, and could not be contained to my bathtub, flicking tobacky ashes from that foot-long cig out the window of my blue Honda minivan? Totally not gamorous, right?
So instead, I got in the tub with a frisbee-sized chunk of pumpkin pie and about 2 cups of whipped cream (please be advised that whipped cream is not one of those things I enjoy more by the teaspoon, like excitement), and read The Geurnsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society until my toes grew raisiny, and the water tepid.
Also, don't hate me, but I didn't gain any weight in New York. Even though I really should have. If only due to the many, many blueberry scones I ate with clotted cream every morning. And that was just breakfast. Perhaps I have a tape worm?
So now, I've grown bit cocky, and feel like maybe I'm some sort of superhero who's rear is immune to pie and scones. Which is a slippery mental slope, I know, but what a fantastic superpower, eh? Luckily, I've almost eaten the pie up, so the leftovers problem will be moot, soon enough.
After I've polished off the jell-o salad, anyhow.
Thanksgiving is a lovely, lovely holiday.
More on New York, Coldplay, and our fabulous Utah visitors later. I'm going to go paint my fingernails and catch up on some TV.
Friday, November 21, 2008
Mom: No, I don't like the subway.
Kelly: You haven't been on a New York subway train since 1968.
Mom: So? People pee down there.
Kelly: What about you, Jen?
Jen: (Hailing a cab). (Cab pulls up to curb).
(We all slide into the cab.)
Kelly: Jen, are you ignoring me?
Kelly: Can't you hear me?
Jen: I got these special thick earmuffs, so I can't hear you talk about riding the subway.
Mom: I'm not feeling so good
Mom: Maybe I shouldn't have taken that packet of vitamins the size of my fist? My stomach is all gurgly.
Mom: I don't know if I am going to make it to August: Osage County. I'm quite uncomfortable.
Jen: Mom, you are a diabolical genius. You have totally been developing your alibi all day long! You totally have an out, at either intermission! I am totally stuck there.
Kelly: No, Mom is even smarter than that. She has cleverly refused to even hail a cab or pay a driver in all the years we've been coming to New York. If she needs to go back to the hotel, she'll neeed an escort.
Jen: Mom is a genius. Plus, my stomach is feeling a bit queer.
Jen: So, I read on your blog that Alyson is worried that you are a 50 year old pervert. And then you said you hoped that Alyson wasn't a pervy man, either. So I think you should tell Alyson that if she turns out to be a pervy man, she can go ahead and sit with us at the theater tomorrow, but she cannot go to dinner with us.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Monday, November 17, 2008
Pie and burger fast. To get ready for the Big Apple. Where we will see 4 lovely musicals and one stinker high-brow play, maybe.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
I could go on. But I need to go can 20 pounds of meat that will soon go bad, put away all the groceries I was out getting until 10:30 last night (but spent $25 and saved $150, so it was worth it, I think), go get Tommy out of the corner and interact with him a bit, and take a shower. I might need some In-n-out for lunch to sustain me. And then afterward, more pie.
Friday, November 07, 2008
Tuesday, November 04, 2008
Friday, October 31, 2008
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Hey there that's Tina
She's a T wearing a tube top
and a terrific tam-o-shanter
yes, she's T number three
and I decree
her, Tim and me,
we are all T's
the letter T.
OOH, I'm the letter T...
and she, she's the letter T.
And he, he's the letter T
We make the 'tuh' sound guaranteed
Tuh, tuh, tuh, tuh, tuh, tuh...
If you've got it on your TIVO, you should check it out. Because it is pretty awesome.
Monday, October 27, 2008
Anyway, my Dad knows what he's talking about, not only because he learned it at school, or at work, or watched the MacNeil-Lehrer News Hour every night for like 30 years even though we all made great fun of him for it (sorry, Dad), and even reads the Wall Street Journal, and other deadly boring stuff like that; but because he's sort of medium-oldish, and he's been around to see some stuff. People my age and younger weren't even old enough to consciously remember the last real recession we had, although, I can vaguely recall sitting in the back seat of our Chevy Nova (I loved that car, and cried when we sold it to smokers), waiting in line for hours to get some gas. And I think fuel shortages from the middle east oil embargo precipitated our economic troubles in the early 80s. But really, I have no idea what I'm talking about, because who teaches history majors anything about what actually goes on in the world? Nobody, that's who.
So, here's a guest post from my Dad. I've only ever had one other guest post, and it was also my Dad, from back when I was still partly under the delusion that this was a book blog. So, check it out, too. Now, if only I could get my Mom to write something, as well...
In July of 1932 the Dow Jones industrial average closed at 41.63. In the three years since the famous stock market crash of 1929, the market had given up about 91% of its value. The most popular song that year was Brother Can You Spare a Dime?. A comedian at the time said," My broker told me to buy stocks for my old age. It worked wonderfully; within a week I was an old man. Many businesses are better off than ever", he concluded, "take red ink for example, everyone is using it."
Banks were in so much trouble that depositors were terrified of losing their money and people literally tucked their money into their mattress. Checking ground to a halt. Most transactions for the average household were done in cash. If you needed to pay your rent, you walked over to the landlord and handed him a fist full of dollars. There was no FDIC, so when a bank failed, people really lost everything. My own grandfather was angry until the day he died that he had not known enough to get his $2500 out of a small bank in Safford, Arizona in time. That was a life savings for recently married 30-year-old Ralph Layton. I can still feel his pain and frustration. He had to put off his dream of building a home and buying a farm for his family. Easy loans for homes and farms would not be around again for a few years, so he set out to save again.
Life suddenly looked bleak, as people understood that realizing their dreams was going to take longer than they'd hoped. By the end of the great depression, most people who had a job felt grateful just to be able to feed their families.
People who knew what it was like to fear starvation could not turn away another hungry family. Welfare, as we know it, had its origin in the depression as well. My Mom remembers running into the house in Central, Graham County, Arizona, to tell her own mother that the "Okies were coming" so she needed to get them something to eat. (Those "Okies" were from all over the midwest, and beyond, but they all got called Okies.) So, in spite of hardship, there were some good things about that time.
The financial crisis today has the same cause as the problem that created
the depression. A bubble created by easy and abusive use of credit, burst, and the entire system had to deleverage. When banks have bad loans, they must increase their own capital. If they cannot, they fail. When people cannot obtain credit, the money supply deflates and the price level drops. When that happens quickly, everyone panics. They become angry and confused, as homes, investments and jobs are lost. It feels the same to us as it did to our grandparents that experienced the great depression. This time, I hope, the government understands that they must use every tool necessary to prevent the money supply from deflating, and maintain our confidence in the financial system. Of course, the bigger the panic, the greater the task. Safeguards like the FDIC, the welfare system, the bank regulation, the Federal Reserve's efforts to increase the money supply and guarantee our deposits tend to make this one a little less scary, but it still gives us all a big headache. I think it helps me understand how my grandparents must have felt in 1930.
A friend of mine that I worked with at Nestle for many years was planning to retire next year. He told me yesterday that his 401K was now a 201K, and he would need to work another 10 years to retire with the same income that he had planned to have next year.
Or, maybe like the rest of us, and our grandparents before us, he will need to adjust to this "new reality."
My Dad, Big Ross, with my son, Little Ross, at Skyline, nearly 10 years ago.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
1 1/4 c. very warm water
1 t. salt
2 T. or 2 pkgs. yeast
1/2 c. sugar
1/2 c. or 1 cube melted butter, (plus another cube for later on, keep that one cold)
4 c. flour
Stir eggs, water, sugar, salt, and butter thoroughly with the Bosch whip whip attachment. Add yeast and stir again. Let stand for 10 minutes or until when you stir with a wire whip you cannot see granules of yeast. It must be thoroughly blended. Add 3 cups of flour, 1 at a time, beating well after each with the wire whip. (I beat the first 3 cups with the whip attachment, then change the beaters to the cookie paddles.) Add the fourth cup of flour, and beat 5 minutes with the cookie paddles. I usually add a little more than four cups of flour, just because it looks too sticky to be believed, but maybe it is better without? Ardy seemed to think so!
(if you don't have a mixer, beat the first three cups of flour in with a wire wisk, and the fourth with a wooden spoon.)
Cover with a towel and let rise in a warm place (oven). When it is double in size, quite heavily flour a flat surface and pour the dough onto the floured surface. It will be very sticky. Turn it over once and pat the dough down with your hands until it is about 1/2 to 3/4 inch thick. Cut using a glass about 2.5 inches across for smaller rolls, or 3 inches for larger ones.
Grease a pan lightly. Cut a round of dough, place a small pat of butter near the middle, tuck it all the edges to form a ball around the butter pat, and put it in the pan. Put the rolls right next to each other, but not quite touching. I do them fairly small, and get about 6 across the short side of a jelly roll pan. place the next row a little ways off to give some raising room. Each batch makes about 45 of these smaller rolls, or 36 larger ones.
Let the rolls rise until about double in size or a little less, about 30 minutes. Put them in a preheated 350 degree oven for about 15 minutes. They need to be reasonably brown on top to be done in the middle, but watch them closely. They brown fast!
I usually double the recipe, and use a total of about .85 pounds of butter. I take the rest of the pound, and melt it to brush over the top of the warm rolls. Just cause I can.
Friday, October 17, 2008
Sunday, October 12, 2008
The Duchess, finally, and in the middle of the day, like a fancy-lady. But without any bon-bons. Which is sad.
So now Jen and I can wear our neck gear whenever we go see period films, or go to Europe, which is like, pretty much all the time. And I know I sound nerdy, but I am actually quite excited by my new regalia. Our Duchess necklaces are a little like the Starship Enterprise uniforms that Trekkies wear to the conventions; but more subtle, of course.