I’ve been watching a lot of Hallmark Christmas movies, and here’s what I’m being sold* while watching:
- A magical eyebrow shaper.
- Nordic Track/Bowflex/Peleton.
- Wayfair. All the time, Wayfair.
- Life Alert bracelets.
- Balsam Hill Christmas trees (which, by the way, can run up to $1,000).
*In addition to the science-fiction fantasy that Christmas is a magical romantic time where all my dreams come true.
I’ve done a bit of digging around my family tree and have learned some things. Here’s five of my most fascinating ancestors*.
- Frances Fenton, who got her PhD in 1910 from the University of Chicago.
- Jean Tatlock, who allegedly had an affair with Robert Oppenheimer and was a total communist.
- John Fenton, who fought in the Revolutionary War.
- Fenton St. Clair Butterfield, who was married in 1863 but I cannot find any death or divorce records from that wife…but he married my great-great-grandmother in 1881…
- Hyman Gindich, who left Kiev during the Russian pogroms in 1906.
*Ancestors I did not know personally. Both of my grandmothers were pretty kickass.
I’ve been dating for almost 30 years, but it’s a Saturday night and I am dateless so why not pick at that emotional scab a little? During the summer of 2010 I wrote extensively about my best and worst dates. You can check out the archives for those if you are so inclined.
But I’ve logged eight years of dates since then. Here’s a condensed and updated list of my five best dates, in no particular order.
- When we met for a late lunch and ended up talking for four hours in the restaurant.
- When we sat on the hood of his jeep and looked at the stars and talked.
- When we laid on opposite ends of the couch reading books and occasionally talked about what we read.
- When at the end of the night he apologized for not talking as much as usual; “I couldn’t stop looking at you. You’re just so beautiful,” he explained.
- When after dinner he made me laugh so hard I couldn’t breathe.
Here’s five reasons I utterly failed at the Grow with Google Scholarship:
- I was too proud to admit I didn’t like it.
- I was too proud to ask for sustained help.
- I was too proud to keep chipping away at it, regardless of how incremental the progress was.
- I was too proud to try again after a long break.
- I was too proud to stick with something that didn’t come easy to me.
“Pride is at the bottom of all great mistakes.” –John Ruskin
(I am going to give coding another try in another month, now that I’m starting to feel like I have my feet under me after a rocky semester…maybe this time, with the programs I’ll be using, it will go a little better.)
Five Important Places* I’ve Lived
Salt Lake City
* Listed in order of importance in terms of crafting the person I am today.