:: Tuesday, January 31, 2006 ::

"What's the deal with my brain? Why am I so obviously insane?" (Weezer)

I'm taking the SAT again this week, so as to prove I will be a competent test prep tutor. Joy, joy.

f(x) = ?
::head explodes::

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:: Bethany Bassett - 2:18 PM :: + ::

"This clock never seemed so alive..." (Lifehouse)

Poll time:
To what extent is it acceptable for men to compliment a married woman on her looks? Where's the line (if there is a line)? "You look beautiful?" "You're so cute?" "You're hot?"
On one hand, maybe the husband should be the only one thinking, much less talking about how she looks. On the other hand, since the woman is married, maybe compliments from other men are automatically harmless and free from ulterior motives.
What do you think?

Labels: Broiled Brain

:: Bethany Bassett - 7:52 AM :: + ::

"We're falling apart to half-time..." (Fall Out Boy)

Bad Bethany. You would think blogging one sentence a day wouldn't be such a challenge! Hey, at least you get a picture -- my 2 favorite people in the world:

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:: Bethany Bassett - 11:38 AM :: + ::

"Don’t ever say you’re on your way down when God gave you style and gave you grace..." (Coldplay)

I don't know about you other gals, but my biggest pick-me-up is not a romantic movie, not a massage, not a party, not a quick walk outside, not a drink, not shopping, not even chocolate... It's locking myself in the bathroom with hair dye, tweezers, make up, body splash, whatever, and walking out feeling pretty.


(Me)

:: Bethany Bassett - 1:57 PM :: + ::

"Oh someday I ain't wasting no more time..." (The Strokes)

New Year's Resolutions I am carefully considering making... maybe... sometime:
* Finish learning Italian before Natalie beats me to it.
* Work out... at all. (Does snowboarding count? 'Cause I've done that a couple of times this year. Yeah, that should do it.)
* Write a book of any genre or length.
* Eat a healthy diet of... I don't know, vegetables and sawdust.
* Teach my daughter to stop eating dirt.

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:: Bethany Bassett - 9:21 AM :: + ::

"Once you were in my rear view mirror..." (Pearl Jam)

I know I was delinquent yesterday... so to make up for my shameful lack of blogging, you get both a sentence and a picture today!

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:: Bethany Bassett - 3:32 PM :: + ::

"Is anybody listening? I gotta make sure this time..." (Third Day)

No gruesome death, though one rather embarassing incident involving a too-fast ski lift and a hand-rail that wasn't.
Does that count as a sentence without subject-verb combinations?

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:: Bethany Bassett - 9:19 PM :: + ::

"I'll go with the worst idea if everyone takes the toll..." (Get Up Kids)

Going snowboarding later. If I die gruesomely, I will no longer consider my new blogging resolution mandatory. Just so you know.

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:: Bethany Bassett - 11:44 AM :: + ::

"I've been changin' - think it's funny how no one knows..." (Matchbox 20)

Since my first New Year's resolution has been more or less fulfilled, I'm going to make a new one that massively impacts all of you:
I resolve to blog at least one sentence every day.
Maybe then one sentence will turn into more and I'll get back into writing. Whaddya think?

Labels: Broiled Brain

:: Bethany Bassett - 11:36 AM :: + ::

"Down the middle drops one more grain of sand..." (Jack Johnson)

New Year's Resolution: Learn to snowboard without dying gruesomely.
Mission accomplished!
I feel like a four-post bed that just learned to waltz.
In other news, we bought three new mice and, in the hopes of avoiding another killing spree, gave them overtly pacifist names: Buddha, Ghandi, & Mohammed. It almost worked. We had to return Buddha on account of his hidden identity as a warmonger, but no more rodent-related catastrophies. Yet.
Do you know that funny way parents rub their fingers over their babies' lips to make the babies sound silly even if they're crying? Well, Natalie learned to do it to herself, so she's always cracking herself up making silly noises now. If only she got that inspired to walk on her own or potty-train herself or wash the dishes for me. :)

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:: Bethany Bassett - 11:07 AM :: + ::

”If I lived till I was 102, I just don’t think I’ll ever get over you…” (Colin Hay)

I had never seen such carnage before.

We had just arrived home after 3-day Relative Rounds, totally unprepared for what we found in Natalie’s room: severed arms, mutilated legs, three bloody, headless corpses. The perpetrator was still there, ghastly clean, huddled in the corner, her sides shaking. Her fat sides. I hurried Natalie out of the room, fighting nausea all the way, and Dan took a meat tenderizer to the cannibal’s head.

Our days of mouse ownership are apparently over.

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:: Bethany Bassett - 1:11 PM :: + ::