Thoughts On A Friday Night

Today is Friday and I had the day off. It was Professional Development Day at the junior high and since I am by no means a professional, I was not invited to attend. I've had a great day. I slept in, went swimming at the gym, organized our bedroom, cleaned our bathroom, did laundry, wrote a unit test for my French 1 classes, and went to dinner with Russell at Macaroni Grill. The best part? Tomorrow is Saturday!

I had so much fun at dinner with Russell. I always have fun with him. It's hard to believe that we have been married already for a year and a half. I can't remember what life was like without him. I feel like I've known him for a long, long time.

My brother Daniel is making chocolate chip cookies as I sit here blogging and waiting on the world to change. He just said to me, "It's weird to think that in a way, there's sort of an unborn hen in this cookie dough." Who thinks about things like that? Like how many chicks actually get snuffed out so we get eggs that are full of yolk instead of hen?

Here's a hilarious book I just read that I would recommend: Jonathan Safran Foer's Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close. The perspective (through the eyes of a 9-year-old) is unique and the writing is fresh and original. I've never read anything quite like it. I loved it.

Here's another book that I recently read that I would not recommend: Nicholas Sparks' The Choice. I loved A Walk to Remember and was expecting a story of that same caliber. Sadly, this book did not measure up. It was nerdy and sappy and utterly predictable. Boy meets girl, boy falls in love with girl, girl has a boring predictable boyfriend and must make a choice to be with the adventurous, risk-taking boy instead. Then they get in a car accident and girl goes into coma for 3 months. Boy makes a choice not to pull her plug, girl luckily wakes up and all's well that ends well. Really, Nicholas?

In my spare time, I've been working a lot of shifts at the BYU bowling alley. It's a nice, easy job to have, sitting on a stool and spraying shoes and cranking tunes. Last week, however, was not so nice. Some guy told me something was wrong with his lane. I went over to him and told him not to bowl while I walked down to the back to fix it. I was walking in the gutter and halfway down the lane and what do you think he did? He bowled. And it was fast. And it went in the gutter. And it was stopped by my heel. It was one of the most painful experiences of my life and I wanted to march over to him and punch him in the gut and yell at him for not only being a poor listener but also a crappy bowler and to get out and never come back. Instead, I hid in the back for a while, writhing in pain. To get back at him, I never fixed his lane and I managed to hobble to another exit and sneak out and hide in the bathroom until he went away. The fool.

I'm going to go enjoy those cookies now. Over and out.