December 2nd, 2007


Some random thoughts

Today is Sarah's birthday dinner, but I have no idea what time we're going to be picked up for it, so I'll just type some thoughts while we wait. This birthday dinner will be unique in that it will also have missionaries. Sarah wasn't very happy to find out about this. I'm not sure why, because the missionaries don't care what they're eating as long as they are, in fact, eating, but things were made a little more clear as we rode through the New Orleans bayou on our way to pirate land. Apparently, Steve's middle child doesn't want the missionaries to know that he's a picky eater, and that means they have to change Sarah's birthday menu to something he will eat.

Speaking as picky eaters ourselves, we know people can be cruel about others' food choices (or lack thereof; either way it's ridiculous, but true), but if you don't want people to know you're a picky eater, you can either stop being a picky eater or stop caring whether or not people know. We obviously opted for the latter. I don't know what happened, but apparently it all worked out, because when we called Mom to find out what they were having, she told us they were having clam chowder in sour dough bowls, which was what Sarah changed her menu to as we rode past the Blue Bayou restaurant, where people were eating just that.

Speaking of food choices, Mom's been dieting for a long time now, so when she goes to restaurants, she's always getting salads. At Disneyland, she told us the story of how she asked a waiter at a restaurant if their fruit salad had any berries. He said no, so she was appalled to find out that half the thing was full of strawberries. Both Sarah and I thought, "But strawberries aren't...oh." And that just goes to show once again that common sense is not entirely common, or sensical.

The Firefox spell checker is telling me that sensical is not a word. That reminds me of a time long long ago when Aurora was telling us about a conversation she had with our Aunt Zina about how we have all these words like "disgruntled" and "inane," but you never hear of anything being "gruntled" or "ane." Gruntled actually sounds like it would mean exactly the same thing as disgruntled though. Athena suggests it's like flammable and inflammable. But seriously, if "disgruntled" means "unhappy," "gruntled" should mean "happy." But "gruntled" is just not a happy word.

I think that's all I have to ramble about today. Well... not quite. Collapse )

Today I'm thankful for missionaries, being able to afford having the heater on, the end theme to Tide-Line Blue, happy birthdays, and the pretty Christmas lights on Sleeping Beauty's castle.