Breakfast for dinner...

...is even better than breakfast for breakfast. Yum-o. We had banana-blueberry buckwheat pancakes, sausage and scrambled eggs for dinner. Again, yum-o.

This'll make you smile :)

I watched this after my sister-in-law Lindsey mentioned how funny it is. So hilarious. I might actually borrow some of this kid's moves next time I'm on the dance floor. Watch out. :)

Books & Movies

I just finished reading The Time Traveler's Wife this morning. I loved it. It took me a couple of chapters to decide whether I liked it - I found it sort of confusing and hard to follow at first. But, before long I was hooked. The movie is in theatres now. I wonder if I can drag Matt to see it? :)

On the movie front, Sex and the City is on HBO now, and I've watched snippets of it three or four times in the past few weeks. We saw it when it first came out. I think I could watch it over and over. Such a good movie.

Today we watched Pride and Glory, sort of unintentionally. Matt had DVR'd it earlier in the week, and he pushed play this afternoon, "just to see what it's about." We ended up watching the entire movie (I'm not sure why), and it's not very good. It's extremely violent. If you know me, you know that is not my kind of movie. The only good part about the movie is Ed Norton. I really like him as an actor. Besides that, it was a real downer. Have you seen We Own the Night with Joaquin Phoenix? It's a lot like it. That movie still haunts me.

Now we're watching Pirates of the Caribbean (the first one). Sigh. I do love me some pirates.

9/11

In memory of the Sept. 11 terrorist attacks, I thought I'd share a quick story about where I was when I heard the news...

I was a senior at Mizzou. Channing (Hall) Pike, Jenni Blakemore and I lived together in a two-story, three-bedroom duplex at Peartree, a popular southside complex for college students in Columbia. Channing had already left for work - she was a nursing student, and I think she was working at the hospital that morning. Jenni and I were still in bed. My alarm went off - it must have been around 8-ish. It was set to a radio station, and a voice came on reporting the breaking news. I just heard bits and pieces "... plane crashed into the World Trade Center..." and I hit snooze. It didn't register. I fell back to sleep, nine minutes went by, and my alarm went off again... "...a possible terrorist attack on the United States..." What was that? No way. I sat up straight, ran down the stairs and turned on the Today Show. I knew instantly when I saw the looks on Matt Lauer and Katie Couric's faces that something terrible had happened. I ran back upstairs and shook Jenni awake. "Hurry up, come down here, something... bad... has happened..." That was about all I could think to say. I didn't really comprehend it yet, so I didn't know how to explain it to her.

We sat on the couch and watched for a long time together. We both had class, but we didn't know if we should go. I ended up going to class. I remember having at least two that day. One was a magazine writing class - there we just sat around and talked about what was going on; the other, I think, was a history of journalism class. That professor attempted to have class as usual, but everyone was so obviously distracted that she cut it short. Later that day we met back at the house, where we finally saw Channing. We all hugged each other and started calling the people we loved.

Matt and I were dating at the time (yes, we've been together almost a decade!). He had just flown out to Montana the day before to go fly-fishing with his dad. The place was so remote they had to ride in on horseback. Needless to say, there was no way to reach him. I wondered if he even knew what happened. (He later told me they did hear about it, but they had no television, so they really had no grasp on how horrible it was.) He had to fly home later that week. I was terrified at the thought of him getting on a plane, but he wasn't. ("He doesn't understand, he hasn't seen all the footage," I remember thinking.)

There is Dec. 7, 1941, and there is Sept. 11, 2001. Two days that will live in infamy. Some people my age might look at Dec. 7 on a calendar and not have any sense of recognition. I happen to be really good at remembering dates. (Plus, it's my friend's birthday.) So, I know Dec. 7 because it's Hannah's birthday, and I've memorized that it's Pearl Harbor Day.

I didn't personally know anyone who was killed in the attacks on Sept. 11, but I will never forget where I was when I heard the news. Our nephew Maddox was born on Sept. 11, 2006. Now when I see the date on a calendar or hear someone say it, I think of Maddox, and I also remember the significance of this day. I will never have to "memorize" it, because I will always remember.

Billie and Woodsie got married!

For those of you who don't know, Matt and I skipped out on Labor Day weekend at the dock to marry off my good friend, Billie - a fellow Tri-Delt at Mizzou - and her fiance Woodsie (a.k.a. John Woods) in Kansas City. I was a bridesmaid. The bride was beautiful and glowing. The wedding was gorgeous and the reception a blast. I was really sad when it ended. I had so much fun hanging out with and getting to know Billie's sisters and mom(s) and dad, and all of her KC friends, too. The newlyweds are honeymooning in Mexico. Billie said she was so exhausted she would probably sleep for a whole day when they got there. The cool part about that is... she can! We are so happy for them. And they are so genuinely happy together. It's very refreshing. It was truly a joyous event. :)

See... they really do like each other. :)

Basking in the Sunlight

When all else fails, and you can't think of anything interesting to write on your blog... just post a cute picture of your dog. :)