Sunday, October 17, 2010

a new page

if you have been prone to reading this blog in the past, i would like to redirect you to the new blog, which includes my new husband. it is just under construction right now, but will soon be up a running and hopefully much more posted on than this blog has been for the past few months.

www.rachandaaronrob.blogpost.com

Friday, August 6, 2010

I said "Yes!"

For the past 48 hours I've caught myself staring at this sparkly thing on my left hand. What the heck happened? Am I seriously wearing an engagement ring? It's strange that this day has come, but it's not hard to believe.

Yes. I'm engaged. When I called my old roommate Cami and told her that, she apprehensively said "Do you want to tell me who it is?" She knew, of course, but she was just being cautious in case some dramatic shift in my life had happened since I had seen her last a few months ago. To Aaron, I told her. I am getting married to Aaron. I need to keep telling myself that so that I know I'm not just dreaming.

Lots of people in my life, however, haven't had a chance to get to know Aaron. My brother, for instance, asked me if he would like Aaron. I said I hoped so and that I liked him. But I'm biased. So here I go, attempting to familiarize you with Aaron. My fiance. Ah...that's weird to say. And type.

So I don't have many pictures of Aaron since he got back from his mission. He only got back a month and a half ago. Yes, a month and a half. You're probably thinking we are crazy. Crazy, or in love? Probably both. You can decide that. But here's the one halfway decent picture I do have of us.


You may notice from the picture that we are about the same size. We are in fact. I'm never really sure which one of us is taller, and if I gained a pound or two, I think we would weigh the same. My feet are bigger than his and definitely nastier (thank you modern dance). My leg strength can beat his, but his right arm strength alone can keep me pinned. I'm not scared of the left though. I probably have a bigger head then him, and, though we still have yet to try it, I'm pretty sure he could wear my pants. We like being basically the same size though, because our wrestling matches are somewhat fair. Every now and then I can pin him for a minute.

Aaron grew up in Minnesota. Yes, a Midwesterner. When we first met, he told me we had to be enemies. He was brainwashed since elementary school to hate Wisconsin. I never knew I was supposed to hate Minnesota and anything or one that spawned from it. Obviously, that changed. We both like a good, cold, snowy winter and all the fun that brings with it. And we both like cheese. In fact, I think he likes cheese more than me. He should be from Wisconsin.

He went to Spanish Immersion school until high school. He loves speaking Spanish and it makes me wish I could speak better so that I could fulfill his desire to speak it with someone. I try, but I'm not fluent. He became even more fluent, though perhaps a bit corrupt, on his two year mission to the Dominican Republic.

Aaron loves all things Apple. Good thing I had a Mac when we first met or we might not have hit it off so well. He likes web design and optimization and wants to be able to speak the language of computer programers--not so that he can program, but so that he can tell the programers what to do. He tried to explain to me what exactly the internet is. What I learned is that it isn't anything. Blew my mind. But he understands it.

He is an entrepreneur in blood and spirit. He just got accepted into the Business school at BYU, though he often likes to point out that all the people that start things, such as his idol, Steve Jobs, end up dropping out of school. You don't need a business degree to have an idea and make it happen, but for some reason you do need one to work for the people without degrees, he says. Aaron dreams big. Sometimes it scares me because I've never dreamed that big, but mostly it motivates me to push the boundaries myself and achieve whatever I want. He's destined to start something and pave his own way, because he could never be satisfied with less.

Sometimes I sit and envision Aaron's brain as this constantly morphing orb of noodles, and it's usually lit up like a one of those hand-held Simon Says games where you have to hit the same color pattern that it shows you. He'll teach himself anything he wants to know, and figure out how to do anything he wants to do. He loves scheming, whether it be business ideas, future plans, or nice things to do for me. He also loves economics, another subject that just confuses me.

Oh, and he secretly wants to be a pilot. I think he should do it. Not commercially, just so he can fly us around.

Another thing about Aaron is that he is an amazing drummer. I know that some of my brothers may have a preconception that all drummers are weird, as their experiences have led them to believe, but I don't really know what that means. Sometimes I think we all are a little weird when it comes to something we are passionate about. He currently rocks out with our friend, Ryan King, and they are looking for guitarists to top off their band. He once admitted that another secret desire of his is to be a rock star. But what musician doesn't want that? I haven't heard that idea come up in the past month and a half, though.

Aaron is sweet and thoughtful. The one Christmas we had when we were dating before his mission, I just went out and bought him some clothes or something, while he spent countless hours during finals week staying up late, making me a heartfelt and personal gift. He often surprises me with flowers and nice notes and I honestly think he has never said anything to me that I could even try to take offense from.

This is only the beginning of Aaron Robison and it probably won't inform my brother as to whether he will like Aaron or not. In fact, you may read this description and think, "Wow. Aaron and Rachel are nothing alike. A business mind and a dancer? What do they have in common?" But we do have things in common. We both like good music. We both like thinking about the future. We both have a need to be productive in our lives. We both want to travel the world. We both want to have a family. We both like trying new food, though I'm usually the one that puts it in front of him. We both like living in cleanliness. We both like the theory "Don't do anything you don't want to do", but I think he sticks to that more religiously than I do. We both like doing nice things for each other and for other people. We both like to learn. We both like dark chocolate. We both love the Midwest. We both like creating things, but we create in different ways. We both like watching movies, exercising, and reading books. We both like the idea of having a vegetable garden.

But all that really matters is that we both love each other, so hopefully that's a good indication that Aaron is an amazing guy and if you love me, you'll love him, too.

Saturday, July 10, 2010

On, Wisconsin!

On, Wisconsin! On, Wisconsin!
Grand old badger state!
We, thy loyal sons and daughters,
Hail thee, good and great.


On, Wisconsin! On, Wisconsin!
Champion of the right,


"Forward", our motto
God will give thee might!"


(I don't know the whole tune to this, our state's song. I know how it starts, but somewhere in the middle it turns into the BYU fight song. Ra ra ra ra ra?)

"Someone came home to craft with me!"

That's what my mom exclaimed when dad hollered down the stairs, "What are you guys doing down there?" We were "crafting". What were we crafting? Headbands!

Thursday, July 8, 2010

There is only one story


"We have only one story. All novels, all poetry, are built on the never-ending contest in ourselves of good and evil. And it occurs to me that evil must constantly respawn, while good, while virtue, is immortal. Vice has always a new fresh young face, while virtue is venerable as nothing else in the world is."


"Sometimes a kind of glory lights up the mind of a man. It happens to nearly everyone. You can feel it growing or preparing like a fuse burning towards dynamite. It is a feeling in the stomach, a delight of the nerves, of the forearms. The skin tastes the air, and every deep-drawn breath is sweet. Its beginning has the pleasure of a great stretching yawn; it flashes in the brain and the whole world glows outside your eyes. A man may have lived all of his life in the gray, and the land and trees of him dark and somber. The events, even the important ones, may have trooped by faceless and pale. And then--the glory--so that a cricket song sweetens his ears, the smell of earth rises chanting to his nose, and dappling light under a tree blesses his eyes. Then a man pours outward, a torrent of him, and yet he is not diminished."


"You are one of the rare people who can separate your observation from your preconception. You see what is, where most people see what they expect."


"The greatest terror a child can have is that he is not loved, and rejection is the hell he fears. I think everyone in the world to a large or small extent has felt rejection. And with rejection comes anger, and with anger some kind of crime guilt--and there is the story of mankind. I think that if rejection could be amputated, the human would not be what he is."


"The King James version says this--it is when Jehovah has asked Cain why he is angry. Jehovah says, 'If thou doest well, shalt thou not be accepted? and if thou doest not well, sin lieth at the door. And unto thee shall be his desire, and thou shalt rule over him.'...The American Standard translation orders men to triumph over sin, and you can call sin ignorance. The King James translation makes a promise in 'Thou shalt', meaning that men will surely triumph over sin. But the Hebrew word, the word timshel--'Thou mayest'--that gives a choice. It might be the most important word in the world...Why, that makes a man great, that gives him stature with the gods, for in his weakness and his filth and his murder of his brother he has still the great choice. He can choose his course and fight it through and win."

Sunday, July 4, 2010

Potty Knowledge

We ate beets for dinner. I love beets--cooked and salted. Once, I forgot about a certain side-effect of eating beets and found myself worried for my health in the bathroom.
So let's get it straight.

First of all, I would like to make a reference to a cartoon of my childhood, Doug. Doug Funnie loved The Beets...
Doug also loved his alias fantasy, Quailman, and his dog, Porkchop...


...his faithful friend, Skeeter Valentine...


...and, of course, that babe, Patti Mayonnaise (said as his eyes turn to stars...)


Anyway, back to red pee...

Beeturia, the passing of red or pink urine after eating beets, plagues only 10-14% of people and can appear and disappear at different times in a person's life. Just because you have it tonight, doesn't mean you'll have it next year. It has to do with the oxalic acid in your intestines, which allows you to preserve the pigments from being degraded, those making more pigments available for absorption and secretion. More oxalic acid, more red pee. Beeturia is more common in people with iron deficiencies and depends on the type of beet as well as the method of cooking the beet.

Since we are talking about beeturia, we might as well also set straight the myths about asparagus pee. I also love asparagus. Grilled. With lemon juice. Mmmm...


This time, instead of a small portion of the population actually producing an altered form of urine, everyone's pee stinks after they eat asparagus. But, only around 20% of people have the gene to smell that rank smell. I'm lucky to not be of that small percentage.

So I can eat asparagus to my heart's desire.

Mecca

Pilgrimage: A journey to a shrine of importance to a person's beliefs and faith.


Welcome to Madison, Wisconsin in July. Sure, it's not the greatest place to visit in the winter, but right now, it's comparable to Eden. Is there really a place so lush and green, where the air feels healthy and alive with water instead of dry and life-sucking? Are those real birds singing non-stop in the trees and cicadas roaring in the evening? Green grass? A protective umbrella of trees for the sunlight to shine through? Oh, how I love this place.


Besides the dreamy climate, what else do I love about home? Let's start with the basics, like my bed...


...and a kitchen where magic happens. Pulled pork sandwiches with mustard vinegar sauce, potato salad swimming in cilantro, homemade chocolate brownies, and much more to come.


Finally, Saturdays in Madison means Farmers Market. Best Farmers Market in the world, and that's not a joke. Hundreds of people swarming the sidewalk around the square, it's more like being pushed into a herd of cattle, slowly mowing along. Smoothies from fake tiki-huts, fresh produce heaped in piles, flowers that attract anyone's eye, honey from the bee man with a hive hat and his bees on display, tables of cheese and squeeky cheese curds, breads, cakes, cookies, and pies from Amish kitchens, delicious berries, meat, eggs, gords, jams, chiles, herbs, handicrafts, musicians all around...what could be better?


And let's not forget... hot, spicy cheese bread! I think I ate the whole loaf.