Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Strange Facts and Not-so-deep questions

Here is a post that is a result of avoiding getting anything necessary done and too much time on the internet.  Here are some strange facts and not so deep questions I ran across:

The most popular first name in the world is Muhammad.

A sneeze travels out your mouth at over 100 m.p.h.

During your lifetime, you'll eat about 60,000 pounds of food, that's the weight of about 6 elephants.

There are no words in the dictionary that rhyme with: month, orange, purple, and silver.

During your lifetime, you will produce enough saliva to fill two swimming pools.

Almonds are a member of the peach family.

Did you know that tigers have striped skin and not just striped fur?

A rhinoceros' horn is made of compacted hair.

A group of ravens is called a murder.

A group of toads is called a knot.

About 300 million cells die in your body every minute.

About 70% of all living organisms in the world are bacteria.

About 85% of the plant life on the Earth is in the ocean.

A whales heart beats only nine times a minute.

A woodchuck breathes only ten times during hibernation.

A zebra is white with black stripes.

Astronauts are not allowed to eat beans because passing wind in a spacesuit damages them.

Due to gravitational effects, you weigh slightly less when the moon is directly over head.

Assuming you could walk to the sun it would take about 2000 years.

Peanuts are one of the ingredients of dynamite.

There are 293 ways to make change for a dollar.

There are more chickens than people in the world.

An ostrich's eye is bigger than its brain.

A goldfish has a memory span of three seconds.

A dime has 118 ridges around the edge.

It's impossible to sneeze with your eyes open.

"Stewardesses" is the longest word that is typed with only the left hand.

It is estimated that millions of trees in the world are accidentally planted by squirrels who bury nuts and then forget where they hid them.

It take 8.5 minutes for light to get from the sun to the earth.

It takes more than 500 peanuts to make one 12 ounce jar of peanut butter.

It is against the law to burp, or sneeze in a church in Omaha, Nebraska

J.S.Bach had 20 children, 7 with his first wife and 13 with his second.

Jimmy Carter was the first US president to have been born in a hospital.

Leonardo Da Vinci invented scissors, played the viola, and spent twelve years painting the Mona Lisa's lips.

Less than 1% of the Caribbean Islands are inhabited.

Less than 2% of the water on Earth is fresh.

Lightning strikes the earth about 6,000 times per minute on this planet.

A man had the hiccups for 69 years.

A peanut is neither a pea nor a nut.

A person at rest generates as much heat as a 100watt lightbulb

A pregnant goldfish is called a twit.

About a third of all Americans flush the toilet while they're still sitting on it.

A group of rhinos is called a crash.

A starfish can turn its self inside out.

Not So Deep Questions:

If one synchronized swimmer drowns, do the rest have to drown too?

If the #2 pencil is the most popular, why is it still #2?

Why is the alphabet in that order? Is it because of that song?

How is it possible to have a "civil" war?

Why are there interstate highways in Hawaii?

Why do fat chance and slim chance mean the same thing?

Do you need a silencer if you are going to shoot a mime?

How does the guy who drives the snowplow get to work in the mornings?

If 7-11 is open 24 hours a day, 365 days a year, why are there locks on the doors?

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

An Ode to Anthropologie

Typical Anthropologie setting from their catalogue
The minute I step into an Anthropologie store I feel like I am home, but not my home, as odd as that may sound. There is something about the smell of the store, the great lighting, the bright colors and perfectly feminine furniture (without being all pink) that calls to me. I take a deep breath upon entering and know that I am amongst my people. Or rather, amongst the people who have a place only within my imagination. The problem is, you (and when I say YOU, I am speaking to Anthropologie as a fond friend) transport me to a mecca I can only dream about. You are the representation of how I feel life should be for each and every person, but rarely if ever is. Standing on your faux-sanded wooden farmhouse floors, amongst your clusters of light bulbs turned avant-garde chandeliers with the smell of romantic scented candles lilting on your tables, I realize I've done it all wrong. And by "it", I unfortunately mean Life. The subtle but charming french music playing in the background makes me feel like I've always had a fondness for French music, and surely I must buy some. If only I could go back in time and live in the mysterious lands found on the pages of your catalogue. If only I could have perfectly tosseled locks, doe eyes, flushed cheeks, and the eternal youth of the models in your catalogue. Knowing I can’t afford your Into-the-Woods-Dress and thus will never be able to stand like your model does at the foot of a glacier, bare armed yet warm, is more than I can live with at times. It pains me to accept that I could scale mountains in four-inch platform heels if only I had the Lunar Puzzle Mary Janes! I struggle knowing that without your Lasercut Fleur-De-Lys Sheath skirt, complete with “choreographed flounce,” life will just never have that je ne sais quod that I so desire. I love the slight flutter of excitement I feel as your much anticipated catalogue arrives in my mailbox every month. The photography itself is worthy of a museum! For a few precious moments perusing your pages, I am transported from a life of occasional drudgery, messes, and too much responsibility to a world of perfect simplicity and elegance. But alas, soon after I am done contemplating your pages, I am just as quickly dissatisfied with my life and happiness flies out the window. So as much as I love you, I also hate you for pointing out that my life does not have the beauty, creativity, and serenity that you possess every time I walk in your doors or take in the pages of your catalogue. I always knew somewhere within me, there must be something better out there, but until I found you, I held out hope that there wasn't so that I could remain satisfied with my life. Ho hum. I suppose I will have to just be satisfied with the few moments I get every month to disappear into your pages, or to soak in the sights and smells of your store a few times per year. Until next time, Anthropologie. Until next time.

Anthropologie pictures that make me swoon:
Why oh why can't this be my bedroom?!

Shouldn't everyone have an atrium like this in their house?

Shouldn't everyone have natural beauty like this?

Or have a tree like this in their yard?  And a pink bike to match?



Thursday, April 11, 2013

Diversity is Heaven

I just recently read this book entitled, "A Short Stay in Hell" by Steven Peck.  It is about a man who dies and finds himself unexpectedly in hell.  This hell is conspicuously marked by something that drives its residents to madness:  "Homogeneity everywhere, endlessly stretching into an eternity of monotony."  Soren, the main character observes, ". . . somehow I feared the defining point of this Hell was its unrelenting uniformity, its lack of variation from type.  If there was a heaven at the end of this, it must be filled with great variety, perhaps a multiplicity of intelligent species spread across universes,  Yes, heaven would be as full of difference as Hell was of sameness." It is the realization of sameness, under the rhetoric of perfectionism, on which Peck founds this Hell. You might say that, the first law of Hell is to be like everyone else in Peck's estimation.  The main character, as well as the author are both Mormon which is evident in his description of hell which is deeply Mormon because it describes so closely the Mormon folk-view of the Celestial Kingdom and brings its hellish qualities of sameness into a rather stark light.  I say Mormon folk-view instead of real view because I do not think this is truly how most Mormons view heaven, at least I hope.  The thought of a lack of diversity being a certain type of hell really struck me because I believe I think the same thing; how sad it would truly be if we left this life of delightful diversity, only to end up in an eternal world of sameness--white skin, white hair, white clothes, all of the same thoughts, opinions, desires, all carbon copies of perfection.  It made me realize how much I hope for and expect that when we die, there will probably be much more diversity in every area than we could ever dream of now.  It made me realize that one of the things I enjoy most is difference.  It is what draws me to people I respect and admire, and it is what I find the most beauty and enjoyment in.

Then on the same weekend as reading this book, Elder Uchtdorf gave a talk in the priesthood session, which was probably my favorite talk of all of conference.  In it, he spoke of God's genius who created so much diversity, and that to not embrace it and acknowledge it would be unfortunate indeed.

"While the atonement is meant to help us all become more like Christ, it is not meant to make us all the same.  Sometimes we confuse differences in personality with sin.  We can even make the mistake of thinking that because someone is different from us, it must mean they're not pleasing to God.  This line of thinking leads some to believe that the Church wants to create every member from a single mold--that each one should look, feel, think and behave like every other.  This would contradict the genius of God, who created every man different from his brother, every son different form his father.  It also contradicts the intent and purpose of the Church which acknowledges and protects the moral agency with all its far-reaching consequences of each and every one of God's children.  As disciples of Jesus Christ, we are united in our testimony of the restored gospel and our commitment to keep God's commandments.  But we are diverse in our cultural, social, and political preferences.  The church thrives when we take advantage of this diversity and encourage each other to develop and use our talents to lift and strengthen our fellow disciples."  Robert, Christian, and Hunter were able to attend the priesthood session live at the conference center.  After Elder Uchtdorf was finished, someone in the audience yelled out, "AMEN!" for all to hear.  How I love his message and wholeheartedly agree with it!

Thursday, April 4, 2013

Southern Utah in an RV

When you tell people you are going on an RV trip, they have one of two extreme reactions--it's either "Why would you ever want to do that?!"  or "I LOVE RV trips!"  And after going on my first one, I can tell you that I understand BOTH of these reactions.  Indeed, it was the best and the worst of times.  It is definitely a hard type of trip with a large family because you are in such close proximity for long periods of time and there is lots of driving involved.  Also, the sleeping is fairly uncomfortable and when the first person stirs in the morning, the whole fam damily is up.  But on the other hand, there were times when they were all playing games together and laughing while we were driving and the fact that we saw the most amazing sights which really made it worth it.  That being said, I need a several year gap between this trip and our next RV adventure.  Our good friends also rented an RV and went with us which I highly recommend because it gives the parents a release from the sometimes tediousness of family togetherness.  We also brought walkie-talkies so we could easily communicate between RVs.  We visited 3 National parks; Bryce Canyon, Grand Escalante, and Goblin Valley.  And PS:  There is a steep learning curve in learning to drive a 37 foot RV when you have never done so previously.  And PSS:  The RV rental company Cruise America, which we rented our RVs from, is the Walmart of renting RVs...
Here are some pictures from our trip:


Bryce Canyon

Devils's Landing in Escalante

Robert leading us on another hair raising adventure.  I love his sense of adventure!
A slot canyon in Grand Escalante (Pretty narrow as you can see!)

Random moment on the RV.  Boy was it crowded!




The kids favorite thing to do was climb
Bryce Canyon lookout point


Robert took this picture.  Love it.
Madison, Hunter, and Christian reach the top!

Robert, so in his element




Ashton hiked about 7 miles on this day with NO complaining.  Robert took this
adorable picture of him.



Miss M being wonderful, splendid self
One of the slot canyons in Grand Escalante
Truly one of the strangest places I've ever seen.  It's called Goblin Valley and it looks
like an alien planet.
Elisabeth and good friend, Laura.
Christian, very much enjoying himself..
Robert and the kids hiked through these narrows.  I was
too claustrophobic to go along.  ;)
Me and my Christian in Bryce
Ours and our friend's RV stopped for a break








Hours and hours of hiking








Jazzy had a wonderful time with the family.  And she was the best behaved one.