Thursday, April 17, 2014

Do You Speak My Crack-a-Lackin' Language?


I'll admit it: I am just a bit crazy about quoting movies. OK, really crazy. Even toeing the line of obsessed, I suppose. Let me tell you why. 

Ever since I can remember, staying home sick from school was actually kind of fun.  Best. Day. Ever! I got to stay home all day and watch whatever movies I wanted. Of course, I always picked Disney movies because they make me happy and they were about the only kind of movies in the house. My sisters and I wore out the VHSs (wow, am I that old?) because we watched them so much.

Because of this, my sisters and I became experts of those movies. We could watch a movie once, maybe twice, and already have favorite quotes picked out and have most of the movie memorized. The other zillion times of viewing the movie was just for the giggles and so we could quote along.

My sisters and I would even have entire dinner conversations completely in movie quotes. If we had chicken pot pie, there was always a “I don’t want to be a pie. I don’t like gravy” in the conversation somewhere. Or when passing the salt, “Ooh, take it Kronk, feel the power,” to which the response was, “Oh, I can feel it.” My poor parents were usually lost, and our witty quotes went right over their heads.

Now, I'll be talking to people and quotes just slip out of my mouth, like daisies. At that point, either they think I'm really clever because—regardless of whether or not they know I'm quoting—it was cleverly woven into the conversation, or they think I'm really weird. My quote slips right through their fingers, and they can’t grasp what I’m saying. My quote-loving heart bleeds a little when this happens.
 
Luckily, I found someone to marry who speaks my crack-a-lackin language. I like him, I like him so much. You hate him compared to how much I like him. He has bewitched me, body and soul, with his clever tongue and witty remarks. There will be many quoting fests between us, to infinity and beyond.





Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Ducky Love

At BYU, there's a duck pond just south of campus. It's one of my favorite places, especially when there are little ducklings to fawn over. There are always lots of kids at the pond who either chase or are chased by the ducks. It's a great place for studying, having a picnic, or just relaxing.

It's also a popular place for couples to go on dates.  After all, what's more romantic than lobbing tiny pieces of bread to ducks and watching them squabble over it? Little do the couples know that the ducks also have love on the brain.

There are two ducks in particular that I always see together. I call them the Married Ducks because since they're always together, it's easy to think of them as being married (if ducks do such a thing).

One night, the Married Ducks found their way to my apartment complex and were waddling around the pool in front of my apartment. They were so cute that I fed them a piece of bread. I tried to lure them closer to me, breadcrumb style, but they were too smart for that and made me use what's left of my softball skills to throw the pieces of bread over the fence to them so they didn't have to move.

They come back to my pool from time to time, and I get ridiculously excited and rush inside to grab some bread (you would be excited too if you were desperate for a pet and your apartment complex banned them). It makes me happy to see two little creatures so happy together, toddling away, wing in wing.