Thursday, November 19, 2009

Only 35 days left...

I know all of my ten blog readers have been dying for me to finally get around to writing my annual Christmas list post so I will ask you to wait no longer...

I love this bird ornament from the CB2 ~it is just so chubby and silver and it would look great on a red tinsel tree (you know the one I have.)
I also am requesting quite a few pieces to add to my jewelry collection. I really want a 1mm ball chain 24" long they are just so darn tooten cute. Then to hang on said chain I need things like this little number from dogeared ~I am a huge fan of their stuff in general and this little world specifically.
Also I need this ~I was always told that you can never have too many friends and well diamonds are a girls best friend so I will need a ring that looks just like this.
Oh and I really think this is a good idea too if you are also looking to fill my high end needs. I have my mothers original kitchenaid that I love love love love love. It is avocado green ~it went perfectly in her kitchen 30 years ago when it was purchased. ~Now that I have seen this I can't help but want it all for my very own. I know that glass bowl will be ridiculous to work with heavy beyond belief and having two kitchenaids is just silly ~it isn't like having two stove burners ~but i can't help it

I also want a book on making bread called Artisan Bread in Five Minutes a Day. A giant maglite that I could use as a weapon and as a tool to light up a dark night. The OPI I'm wishing for Red mini nail color set from the holiday line.
Oh yeah and world peace too.

Friday, November 13, 2009

10,000 Hours

My Mom is extremely helpful ~she can't help herself and it is appreciated. So I am grateful when she passes along talents or words of wisdom. This week she e-mailed me an essay she had come across in the Fall '09 Humanities at BYU it's called "The Entitlement of Easiness" by John R. Rosenberg. The really interesting part is this, described by neurologist Daniel Levitan:
In study after study, of composers, basketball players, fiction writers, ice-skaters, concert pianists, chess players, master criminals . . . this number comes up again and again. Ten thousand hours is equivalent to roughly three hours a day, or 20 hours a week, of practice over 10 years. . . . No one has yet found a case in which true world-class expertise was accomplished in less time. It seems that it takes the brain this long to assimilate all that it needs to know to achieve true mastery.
I can't help but wonder what I have spent that kind of time on, sleep, watching tv? I may be there with a couple of other things, sewing (although I am far from mastering it,) I think consistency must play some sort of roll.
It made me think of something else I have had rolling around in my head all month. How much I love my little brother ~which I know may seem odd but hear me out. The Rayger had a crummy month and it truly broke my heart to see him go through this. For the record it should be known that I hated him for so long ~he was a pest, he was a little brother. He didn't do anything extraordinarily awful outside of the realm of little brothers, he touched my stuff, I had to share a room, treats, tv time, the bench seat in the van, and my parents attention with him ~major annoyances like that. The reasons for hating him were nothing special and I have racked my brain and the reasons I love him are much the same, he shares my eclectic taste in music, food, driving, doing things our way (the right way,) he loves home too (who couldn't,) and he lets me mess with his squishy ears even though it makes him crazy ~nothing earth shattering.
So when mom sent that article and it talked about those 10,000 hours I can't help but think time was what it was about. All those dinners we ate together, family nights we complained about, movies watched, the road trips we fought on, all of that time I resisted and thought was wasted made all of the difference and I am so grateful.
So thanks mom I am grateful for the article and more importantly I appreciate the time you sacrificed making me hang out with the family so I could love them so much more than I ever thought was possible.

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

My worst nightmare...

Okay when I was six years old I some how talked my way into my brother Jason Jon taking me along with him to the Idaho Statesman carriers movie. This was the easily one of the worst decisions of my entire life. I spent the next month having the worst nightmares imaginable I was getting eaten by sea monsters I was fighting off skeletons ~I panicked about snake creatures all the time. What could have done this to a six year old ...



So you can only imagine how I felt when I bumped into this yesterday...



Argonauts ~ Titans they are all the same scary Greek legends.