Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Thank you Nancy Drew




Finally! A teenage character that I can fully support. I finally caught the Nancy Drew movie from 2007, staring Emma Roberts, and I have to say, three cheers for Nancy Drew! I like it in the movie when she explains to the too trendy California girls, "I like things that are old fashioned." She is smart as a whip, creative, and always so well put together. I like that Nancy Drew.

It seems like the teenaged Emmas are the only actresses in Hollywood playing worthwhile adolescent girls in film. Thank you Emma Watson (for Hermione Granger, the most admirable witch around) and Emma Roberts for playing strong teenaged girls who are about more than boys and popularity.

Friday, October 23, 2009

Someone Else's Happy News is Now My Happy News

I will be honest. I can't make heads or tails of the above ultrasound pictures, but my sister Melissa swears it is a baby, albeit a very tiny, not completely developed one. Melissa has never lied to me, so I am going to take her at her word on this one. I am thrilled, thrilled for Melissa and her husband Jordan. Without publishing a statement of someone else's medical records on the Internet, I can just safely say that we didn't think that this could happen for Melissa so easily, so it is certainly thrilling news.

I think I have written before about how my sister Melissa is one of the best people in the world. Seriously, she is up there with Tim Tebow even without having painted inspirational biblical passages underneath her eyes. I love, love, love her. I can't possibly say enough good things about her. So I am so happy that she and her husband Jordan get to have this kind of happiness. It has been contagious for the rest of our family. We were not so sure that any of the Street girls would ever procreate. A new generation of us is very, very exciting.

This post also affords me the opportunity to rant about one of my biggest expectant parents pet peeves. I cannot stand when the father of the baby says, "We're pregnant." Every time I hear a father say that I want to say, no, you are not pregnant. That is a medical condition that you do not have. It strikes me as entirely insensitive and trivializing of the mother's condition. You can be there for a wife and be a part of the process of pregnancy without claiming to share the medical condition. Here are some acceptable statements by a husband instead of the "We're Pregnant" statement:

"We are expecting a baby."
"My wife is pregnant and we are very excited."

It isn't that complicated, men.


But back on the happier note, I am so happy for you Melissa and Jordan!

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Undue Delays

My blogging progress has been slowed down because Knightley decided to eat through my power adapter cord. This has made posting pictures to my blog more complicated and hence, this is why still no UF Football weekend pictures. They will be coming as quickly as my new power cord arrives...

Monday, October 19, 2009

Lacking in Domestic Skills (or Why this is not a Marriage Blog)

In the new fall television lineup, there are two shows above others that have fascinated me. The first is Flash Forward because I don't mind seeing a weekly dose of Joseph Fiennes (because I instantly recall his ink-stained Shakespeare hands, and frankly, that is just a lovely thought). The second is The Good Wife. I am fascinated by that show in part because I admire Juliana Margulies character's steely resolve, namely, that she never lets on to others what is happening in her mind. She showcases picture perfection calm reservation, the same principal trait that I admire in Queen Elizabeth II.

I lack said characteristic. However, in my adulthood, I am attempting to cultivate said characteristic. My tendency to wear my heart on my sleeve punctuates all of my other imperfections. And my other imperfections are many (not including the least of which is starting sentences with "and").

Chief among these flaws is my utter lack of domestic skills. I am a decent, although non-noteworthy baker, but aside from that, I lack the kind of home-making skills that are commonly valued at LDS women's enrichment activities. I don't know how to sew, my design skills are sub par (beyond having walls lined with bookcases full of books, I don't know what to do with a room), and I am downright awkward around children. In the presence of those possessing these skills, I am like a fish out of water. In fact, the only thing that can sustain me in these types of situations is my superficial knowledge of a vast array of topics that enables me to at least briefly sustain a conversation on most subjects. As long as I can talk about something, I can usually weasel my way out of having to do anything.

But as I get older, I am starting to realize that having decent conversation skills is no longer enough. Good domestic skills that translate into praiseworthy marriages and families are now on showcase all across the Internet. I see it on practically every blog that I look at these days. And yikes! My blog looks so ungainly in comparison. I guess that is a pretty accurate depiction, though, of my domesticity in comparison. So when I see these picture perfect Internet displays of domestic felicity in the way of well-groomed children, doting husbands, and perfectly coiffed wives, I am trying to go back to that most important "Good Wife" that I lack -namely, the veneer of reserve and formality, to mask the internal, "What the hell am I doing here?" that I probably am experiencing.

In the meantime, I will still have my awkward blog prose.

Monday, October 12, 2009

Happy Birthday, Knightley!

To celebrate Knightley's birthday, we took him to Great Falls, Virginia, so he could take in some early fall vistas and be admired by other hikers for his cuteness. Exhibit below:
And here is a family photo where Knightley's cuteness outshines us all (particularly me in my dirty sweatshirt and unwashed hair):

Prior to the Great Falls trip, on Saturday, I took Knightley to pick out some birthday treats from Pet Smart. In addition, he insisted on being a firefighter for Halloween. When we returned home, he wanted to try on his costume a bit early for the cameras. He has all of the bravado of your typical firefighter:


And in honor of Knightley, I made a blackberry peach cobbler. It wasn't Knightley's favorite treat, but he was content to lick my fingers for a little taste.


Happy First Birthday, Knightley! Here is to many, many more.

Friday, October 09, 2009

I lost a little faith in Scandinavia today...

When I woke up to the news that President Obama won the Nobel Peace Prize, I admit I was shocked. I mean, I am on the record as being opposed to nuclear proliferation, futile conflicts, and global warming, but that doesn't mean I get a prize for it.

I was always taught that you should judge someone based on their actions, and not their words, but apparently, the Norwegian body that chooses the winner wasn't taught that lesson. This is why my choice would have been considerably different from their's. Who would my pick have been? It would have been Zimbabwe's Prime Minister Morgan Tsvangirai, who really has persevered through enormous odds, challenges and even brutal beatings to give his nation hope after years of enduring a real despot and tyrant. But who am I to think that forcibly starving your own people and forcibly denying any attempt at political opposition is real tyranny? Or by that same token, who am I to think that struggling through this persecution to try to make peace with your oppressor is really a sign of a magnanimous, gracious and Nobel Prize-worthy person?

It is shocking to me that in the face of constant European-led dissent that America is too powerful in the world that the committee overlooked the achievements of those in the developing world to hoist a crown on the head of a man who can be all things to all people, because he has done so little in the way of actual action. He has spoken with great eloquence, while failing to make any tough decisions that could potentially alienate one of these Scandinavian medal bearers.

Instead, I am reminded of the only Superman plot I remember, Superman IV, where Superman appeared before the United Nations General Assembly and promised to "rid the world of all nuclear weapons." Then, the countries all said, "Superman is right," so they shot their missiles into space where Superman collected them all and then threw them into the sun. Superman thought that he was doing right by the world, but little did he know that he was actually creating an enemy that could destroy him. Superman's naivete was almost his downfall.

Other view's on the matter:

The AP's chief White House Correspondent, Jennifer Loven

Reuter's survey of early world reaction

The Financial Times' blog

The Huffington Post is also questioning this one... (By the way - I am also now recommending that the Nobel Committee consider giving one of the science awards to my sister Sarah next year, because I hope she will do great things and think that if she were given the award, then she would certainly prove worthy of it with time. She has ALOT of promise.)

And from one of the Brits

My favorite, though, is John Dickerson at Slate, who points out that the Nobel Committee's standards are a little less rigorous than Saturday Night Live and Arizona State. Hilarious!

A little off topic, but still relevant, I am absolutely shocked, shocked that the committee would vote for anyone who delayed meeting with one of the best persons in the world**, namely, the Dalai Lama, for the sake of political expediency (and feigning niceness with China). I guess the committee was willing to look over that error.


** Other finalists for the coveted title of "Best Person in the World" as awarded by yours truly include:


Nelson Mandela
Tim Tebow

Thursday, October 08, 2009

In Between Real Posts


If I were a six 6, this Moschino Cheap and Chic dress on sale at my favorite clothing website TheOutnet would be mine right now. Alas, I am not, so it will not be. Sigh.
I will get back to more substantive posting shortly. I have a Tim Tebow weekend to catch up on, after all.