November 21st, 2004

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The one where I congratulate teams and ramble a lot. Plus the making of chicken noodle soup.

First of all congrats to my high school; the Davis Darts, on their first state football championship since 1976. They have BEEN to the state championships and one year won every single game except for the one fallenpegasus went to. Way to go Mark.

I believe the last time they went to state was my junior year of high school. I remember it was November 17, 1989 and the reason I remember that date so well was because it was the same day The Little Mermaid got released. I was actually a little torn but went to the game. We were favored to win and were creaming the other team by halftime but it all fell apart in the second half. I remember sitting up in the stand just stunned watching the game unfold. It was like a wake at school on Monday.
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Second, congrats to the University of Utah football team. Yay for a perfect season and hopefully they will get a good bowl out of it. Frankly college rankings mystify me but a perfect season is a perfect season.
We had a small get together at my place for the game and me and the roomies rather got into it. I made homemade chicken noodle soup after making some quick phone calls to my mom and my sister. Well, the one to my sister wasn't altogether brief. I spent time talking to my niece who seemed to wander around aimlessly and tell me whatever was on her mind. Very cute. I didn't mind.
"Aunt Jeanette?"
"Yes?"
"Guess what?"
"What, Loo?"
"Um...I'm now in my closet and guess what?"
"What?"
"I'm looking at my pink dress and it has sparklies but guess what?"
"What?"
"I didn't wear that for Halloween, I was a witch!"
"I know. You were a very cute witch."
"Aunt Jeanette, guess what?"
"Hmmm?"
"My witch costume had sparklies too, but it wasn't pink."

I noted a few days ago my sister wyckhurst had a thread that went rather long about reading how in some pregnancy groups the expectant mothers are also planning on their children's personalities which causes her some great guffaws.

I used to joke how I was afraid of having a girlie girl because I wouldn't know how to deal with her but the more I play with my niece the more I realize how much that doesn't matter. There are very few times I have felt like I am letting her down with my lack of knowlege...and right now it's small. I don't really know how to braid hair very well so when she asks for braids I tell her I can't do it, and how would a pony tail be? I guess if I saw her every day and had to do it, I would be able to braid hair.
I don't have to like to wear pink to be able to tell her how pretty she is in her pink dress. I don't have to know ballet to tell her how cute she is and because I am an artist I get props from her for being able to draw the Disney princesses.

I don't have to have the same personality, nor do they have to have mine for me to be able to adore them.

xenologue asked me once about a million years ago what I would do if I had a girlie girl daughter who wanted to be say, a cheerleader. I thought about it and told her that I would tell her if she wanted it, that was great and I would cheer her on and never, ever, ever tell her how lame I thought cheerleaders were. There are much worse fates than having a kid who wants to be a cheerleader.



So, my chicken noodle soup came out fabulous. I had to do some improvisations from the recipe but nobody complained about it and the trick of sauteeing the vegetables really preserved the flavor. Because it's ME, I added a small dash of cayenne to it and I think it added just a nice amount of spark. Really, just a teeny bit. Teeny weenie. Not to be seen.

Since I had a late start with the making of the soup I was deboning when our guests were here. I was joking as I pulled out innards, "Hey look! It's a heart! What'll you guys give me if I eat it?" Everyone was properly grossed out but since nobody offered any money the heart went uneaten. Like that would be a big deal anyway. I've had chicken hearts before.
What I found interesting though was one of the girls was making a big deal that I was touching the chicken and ripping it apart. "Eeeewwww! I could never do that!"
Um, you're married, you're planning on being a mother...and deboning a chicken grosses you out? Because MAN.

I actually rather like deboning chickens. There is something wonderfully primitive about ripping that chicken apart, seperating bones and joints and ripping off the meat. I have loved doing it ever since I was a kid. In my family I was the primary deboner.

I remember once a few days before my mother's surgery during the Summer From Hell, I came home at 10:00 at night and my mom had decided to boil like 5 or 6 chickens so I got to debone them into the wee hours of the morning.

Plus a boiling chicken with celery and onions and a few carrot sticks makes the house smell GREAT.

In the midst of making the chicken noodle soup somebody asked me if I was going to make the noodles as well and seemed a little disappointed when I laughed at them. Ummm. No.

I have aunts who are amazing cooks though who make their own noodles. Several months ago I had a dream I was talking to my aunt Genevieve and was trying to get her fried chicken recipe from her. It was vERY important that I get it and write it down before it was TOO LATE. I really should call her on the phone and start picking her brain.

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Sunday Weirdness

Church was interesting today.

I have heard it said that LDS people are better at public speaking than the majority of the general populace just because generally they have us start speaking and performing from before we start public school. With that said, I cringe every time the speaker gets up and makes a wisecrack about :

a. They wish they were still sitting in the audience.
b. They are scared of public speaking
c. Their talk isn't very good.
d. Their husband/wife/fiance likes to speak
e. So they will keep their talk short
f. And sorry if their talk is so boring.

Um...with an introduction like THAT how can I fail but to be scintillated?

Actually though the talks were on gratitude (not a shock since we are going into American Thanksgiving,) and it made me think what a blessed year I've actually had. There are many things for which I am grateful. That's another post though.

In Sunday school our class was teeny and no singing. I guess the last time was a fluke so I guess I don't have to worry about being called as a pianist for the Spanish Sunday school class. Whew! I am so enjoying the classes in Spanish. The instructor is from Peru which is an accent muy meledioso. Very clean...it washes over you. I feel with Spanish that I am slowly being steeped in it again...not unlike water absorbing the contents of a tea bag. I feel it start to permeate this tough shell I have erected and I let myself get washed away in it again.
And it's not just the Spanish...it's the oil to my lamp, the spirituality I have been lacking. My cynicism lessens, my heart opens more. I find when I want to speak or think of things spiritual, more often than not I want to slip back into Spanish.

Relief Society was a joint session with Priesthood and the talk was from a professor (and I missed what he taught,) but the subject matter was on pornography. Most everything I pretty much agreed with him on. It's too easy to access, kids are exposed to it at younger and younger ages, it causes much heartache, much ruin by those addicted to it and it seems to be getting worse.
There were other things that I take issue with a bit. One of the typical things you hear is, "If your kids shouldn't be watching it, YOU shouldn't be watching it!"
I think there are a lot of movies, books, TV that are appropriate for adults that kids shouldn't see. I don't think a 4 year old should watch Jurassic Park for instance. I agree with my sister that her kids are probably too young for The Lord of the Rings. I don't think because she and her husband see the movies that makes them bad parents.
Even the more serious stuff. Schindler's List is in no way meant for kids to watch. I thought it was a phenomenal movie that tackled a serious piece of history and did so in extraordinary manner.
I think much advice can be summed up by Jacob. "Oh be wise. What can I say more."

This was not the Sunday weirdness though.

After the talk on porn, the bishop got up and made some announcement about a new project going on with genealogy. (I wasn't really paying attention at the beginning as I was working on a cartoon.) I guess there is a project happening where they are attempting to track some family lines using DNA.
I perked up when they had 2 older couples (I think they were involved with genealogy somehow) get up, go to the stand...and swill mouthwash for 45 seconds before spitting it into a cup so their DNA could be processed later with this project. I was completely agog and so was the fellow sitting by me.
Of all the things to see on the stand at church, it isn't 4 gereatrics surrendering their DNA!

Since I hadn't really been paying attention at the very beginning of this bizarre exercise I thought they were going to be passing cups around so we could ALL swill mouthwash and I said (a little too loudly,) "There is NO way I am giving up my DNA in CHURCH." The people around me heard and there was much laughter in the pew and more than one agreement. I think everybody was just transfixed at what was going on.

"Am I in church or am I watching an episode of CSI?"

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I met the bishop later on. He recognized me as someone relatively new and pulled me aside to chat with me for a moment.
"Sure," I quipped, "But I'm not giving you my DNA."
"Well, why not?" he asked.
"Because...WEIRD." I rebutted. So many, many reasons but I'm not going into that with the bishop.
"Well, it's no big deal..." he started.
"I got so many cartoon ideas out of that, I don't even know where to START," I told him.

My roommate then told him I was a cartoonist and I showed him a few of the doodles I had done in church that day.
"These are wonderful!" he said. "Do you want to do a weekly cartoon."
"Ummm," I said. "Not really."
"But these are so good!"
"Yes," I said. "And I usually get paid for them."

Okay, here's the thing. I don't mind doing doodles etc when they are needed and yes, I can crank them out pretty quickly when I have a good idea, but I don't want to be forced to a specific deadline when it comes to LDS cartoons, plus when I sell them to Sunstone they usually want first rights to print them. And I also know that my cartoons would more than likely be heavily edited if they were going to be put in say, the Sunday bulletin. That's a headache I don't need right now.

It gets better.

"I have an idea for a children's book!"

(Insert groan here. I'm sorry but I've been pulled aside so many times to be told some idea for a book and they tell me their story and then look at me expectantly like I am supposed to burble out crazy enthusiasm for what a wonderful idea they have and of course I will illustrate the thing for free and we'll see what happens.)

So, he tells me his story about how he grew up on a farm...eeeiii eee iii oh! and then he says, "So that's my story. What do you think?"
"Well," I say diplomatically. "There are possiblities and many ways you could approach this."
"So go and illustrate it!" he says proudly.
"Ummm, no!" I say.
He looks shocked.
"Why not? It's a good story! I want it for my posterity."
Man. I'm insulting the bishop. Somebody please help me.
"I can't just go out and `just illustrate it!" I tell him. "I have a full time job, I do an online comic strip, I'm involved with several differnet projects. I can't just go and illustrate something!"
"But...you did that other cartoon so FAST!"
"Yes," I say, "And 25 years went into making it so I could do it that fast. I get hired to do illustrations. Things would have to be figured out. What sort of look do you want? How many illustrations are you expecting? You have to discuss things!"
"We're discussing now!"
"Yes, but you also told me to `Go and illustrate it!"

It was a bit circular after that but it's one of my pet peeves. Just because I can do something...and can do it FAST doesn't mean I should do it for free and even if he wants to hire me to illustrate something, the corner of the kitchen of the chapel isn't the best spot to work out the details, y'know?

So, not sure I made the best impression with the bishop and I know I could have handled it better. I just don't like being badgered for cartoons or free art work.

Thoughts?
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