24 and LOST addictions

After much persuading, Bryce has finally gotten me to watch the new season of 24. I resisted for so long because the show is addicting and because I started having crazy violent dreams after the third season and figured that couldn't be good. Well I finally gave into the pressure, and here I am again constantly wondering how Jack Bower will get himself out of whatever pickle America seems to get into. On the other hand, I recently convinced Bryce to begin watching LOST again. We have both been getting frustrated because nothing ever seems to get resolved. But all the same, we need to find out what happens. So in honor of Jack Bauer and the LOST characters, I decided to post a few of my favorite character facts:

From 24:

Some people see the glass as half full. Others see it as half empty. Jack Bauer sees the glass as a deadly weapon.

On Jack Bauer's Tax Returns, he has to claim the entire world as his dependents.

There are three leading causes of death among terrorists. The first two are Jack Bauer, and the third one is heart attack from hearing Jack Bauer is coming for them.

If Jack Bauer was in a room with Hitler, Stalin, and Nina Meyers, and he had a gun with 2 bullets, he'd shoot Nina twice.

Jack Bauers calender goes from March 31st to April 2nd, no one fools Jack Bauer.

Superman wears Jack Bauer pajamas.

From LOST:
How to Make a Peanut Butter Sandwich, by the Losties

Jack
1. Gather ingredients 2. Point gun at ingredients and shout "HOW DO I MAKE A SANDWICH OUT OF YOU?!?!?" 3. Breathe heavily through your nose as though you were about to hit ingredients 4. Give up and make the sandwich yourself, and eat it bitterly

Kate
1. Make separate sandwiches, one with peanut butter and one with jelly 2. Take a bite of the peanut butter sandwich, declaring it the best 3. Take a bite of the jelly sandwich, declaring it the best 4. Repeat steps 2 and 3 ad infinitum 5. Follow peanut butter or jelly sandwich into grave danger

Sawyer
1. Throw the jar of jelly at wall, sneering "I don't need no sandwich" 2. Call the mascot on the jar of peanut butter lots of clever nicknames 3. Huff and puff and stomp around and grumble a lot 4. When no one's looking, make perfect, even, symmetrical peanut butter and jelly sandwich and sit in a corner, enjoying every bite

Locke
1. Sit idly by, believing that the ingredients will find a way to make a sandwich out of themselves 2. Lose faith and make the sandwich anyway 3. Realize that you were the instrument by which the ingredients chose to make a sandwich after all 4. Run around the room and grab everyone's knives, insisting that their sandwiches will do the same in time

Hurley
1. Make sandwich 2. Eat sandwich 3. Repeat steps 1 and 2 ad infinitum
Sayid 1. Procure 23 milligrams of uranium-20 2. Set hadron supercollider to eight megajoules 3. Program a sandwich-making macro using Cobol or Visual Basic 4. Act all tough-like

Ben
1. Steal someone else's sandwich 2. Claim you coerced them into making the sandwich for you all along 3. Say you'll tell them everything if they make you another sandwich 4. Stare at them all creepy-like

Feeding Frenzy

Today Quin experienced his first taste of solid food. What was on the menu? Rice cereal. I don't know who enjoyed the experience more....Quin or Bryce. Quin thoroughly enjoyed putting the cereal, spoon, and bowl in his mouth, as well as spitting all three of these out and touching them with his hands. Bryce enjoyed watching, laughing, and joining in on the messy fun.

Love is in the Air

Quin has recently discovered two new loves in his life.

1. Miss Macy Schmidtt. While at playgroup Quin couldn't keep his eyes off the adorable young lady and when given the chance he quickly reached over and grabbed her hand. 5 months old and already my son is holding hands with girls. What a ladies man!

2. Paper. Quin loves to eat paper. For Chirstmas the kid got numerous brain-challenging, mentally stimulating, brightly colored toys. And what does the boy want to play with? Paper. In fact, while writing this post Quin has already crinckled and chewed holes into 6 separate sheets (once they get to crinckly and wet he gets bored with them and moves onto the next sheet). While he does enjoy the flavor of the traditional college-ruled, notebook paper, his prefencial taste is the pages of "Family Circle" magazine.

Young love.

I am the Master of the Bunny Hill

Skiing: the art of catching a cold and going broke while rapidly heading nowhere at great personal risk.

This would be how I would have defined my first skiing adventure two years ago. Actually, I should call it a falling adventure. I was told by many on Mt. Bachelor that day that it was one of the worst days to ski because it was so snowy an wet. Time has allowed the memory of that day to blur as well as the pain and soreness of the of of the following days.

Needless to say I was a little hesitant to try skiing again this winter because of my snowbitten past. The night before I had visions of myself laying in a broken, helpless heap in the snow. But I was determined to conquer these fears.

And so I did...on the Hoodoo bunny hill.

After being snapped into my 40-year-old skiis, I was ready to face my fears. Amid the throngs of toddlers and pre-schoolers, Bryce and I boarded the ski lift. Mentally I prepared myself for the most horrifying part of our day- the dismount from the ski lift. Any new skier will admit that this is the most terrifying part of the day because you have pressure to perform. You must dismount quickly, slide down a steep incline, navigate through crashed bodies laying in the snow and turn all without falling and risking becoming run over yourself.

I fell.

But that it is O.K. because I did not fall once going down the actual bunny slope. In fact, by the time I got to the bottom I was feeling a little cocky. I had done it! I had showed that mountain who was boss. As the day progressed, not only was I going up and down the mountain independently, but I was wizzing by all the toddlers and preschoolers who were so intimidating at first.

Because I had done so well, I graduated to the green circle course and was dubbed the master of the mountain. When I returned the bunny hill for one last ride with my sister, we discovered my mom holding the bunny of the hill which we had come to love.