Friday, December 26, 2008
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Monday, December 22, 2008
1. Do you hear what I hear?
"With a tail as big as a kite, with a tail as big as a kite."
2. The 12 Days of Christmas.
3. The one about the shoes the kid has to buy for his mom in case she meets Jesus tonight.
I may or may not secretly love this song.
What am I missing? A lot of people hate The Little Drummer Boy, but it doesn't make me want to scream like some others do.
Least hated Christmas song:
All I Want for Christmas is You.
Saturday, December 20, 2008
I am acquainted (professionally) with a guy who has almost certainly read How to Win Friends and Influence People, or at least read a summary of it, like I have.
Here is the rule he has taken very much to heart: "Remember that a person's name is to that person the sweetest and most important sound in any language."
Each time I talk to him, it goes like this:
"Dani, hello. Dani, how are you? I got your email, Dani. Dani, I think I can help you with that."
It's kind of fun. Not sure if I'm influenced or just amused. Maybe influenced.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
You'll always remember your stay at....
THE GRIGGS' GUEST BEDROOM
Located in the beautiful and action-packed Boise, Idaho, The Griggs' Guest Bedroom is a comfortable and affordable place to stay. It includes amenities you won't find anywhere else, like Grandma's old bed and a bathroom shared with two other adults. And, right in your bedroom, you'll find a closet full of someone else's jackets, a bookcase full of someone else's books, a desktop computer and a sewing machine (thread included)! Your stay includes all-you-can-eat breakfast cereal, warm hugs upon arrival, and spirited conversation with the above-mentioned adults.
Cost per room per night: free!
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Rabbi: (looks serious.) Well, 99 is the highest 2-digit number, but it's odd, so if you go one step down, that's 98. So I'm going to lock in 98.
Jeff Foxworthy: The answer is 98! You make this look so easy!
Do you need another reason?
Jeff Foxworthy: What would you do with $25,000?
Rabbi: Well, I would buy a hybrid car, and take my family on a trip to Israel, and then maybe give a little back to the synagogue.
Hybrid car: $20,000
Trip for 4 to Israel: $12,000
Amount left to to give back to the synagogue: -$13,250.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Monday, December 8, 2008
So he started going into the "mmmm" but I wasn't done with my pleasantries. So I threw in some things like "thanks very much" and "I'll wait for that email" and "take care," and all the while he just kept "mmmm"-ing.
So it was like "mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm-mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm-mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, bye."
Friday, December 5, 2008
Crème fraîche: pronounced "Crem Fresh."
"Crem Fresh": means "Fresh Cream."
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Please Consider the Environment Before Leaving the Hair Thing that You Dropped on the Ground Right Where It Is
But I didn't want to bend down and look like a bum off the street who needed a free hair thing, so I kept walking.
It was still there when I went home that night. and when I came back the next morning. and when I went to lunch that day. and when I came back from lunch that day. and when I arrived this morning. and when I went to lunch today. and when I came back from lunch that day.
Why hasn't the wind blown this thing away?
MAYBE I will consider picking it up if it's still there tomorrow. MAYBE.
UPDATE: On Friday, December 5th, I picked up the hair thing.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
2. The Thumb Baby. He looks like a thumb. Seth loves that kid, I think he's hideous. But in a cute way.
3. The Spider Baby. Those arms and legs! So eerily long!
Monday, December 1, 2008
There were these kids. They were doing some Irish dancing. It was time for the spotlight of the two star dancers. They did their little dance, then pranced back behind the other dancers. While prancing, the one with red hair thudded ungracefully to the floor.
Now her face was also red. The audience pretended it didn't see. But then about a minute later, she fell again. This time the audience gasped and the other star dancer glared at her in horror. She got up, her arms still pinned to her sides. She danced on.
And then she fell again.
I was far enough in the back of the audience that I could laugh my head off without her noticing. Seth and I hoped she was a mean girl who needed to be taught a lesson. But if she was a nice girl--sad!
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Monday, November 24, 2008
What a name! It fills my heart with melodic satisfaction.
Rahm Emanuel. I would give my first-born son that name, except he's already stuck with Grigg. Rahm Emanuel Grigg? Maybe.
Friday, November 21, 2008
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Monday, November 17, 2008
There are also those times when you go and find out that they don't sell pipe cleaners. Or that a shiny new notebook with flowers on it is really only $1.05.
But then there are those Target trips that leave you reeling for days.
Look at me. Still reeling.
On Friday night, Seth and I followed up our Chinese dining experience with a trip to my favorite retail establishment to get Seth some shoelaces. I walked in, saw the glory that was the matching scarf-and-mitten sets and gigantic handbags, and thought: hey, what a great time to get some ideas for Christmas.
So I asked Seth to please point out everything that he would like to see under our Christmas tree this year, and he agreed. We proceeded to walk through the store, me pointing at everything in sight, saying "I WANT THAT. AND THAT. AND THAT." Man, there were shoes, dinner plates, skirts, kitchen appliances, napkins, pillows, tree ornaments, bouncy balls, vases, fake leaves, mirrors, picture frames, lamps, rolling pins, headbands, earrings.... you name it. Target has it. And it's cute.
And Seth? Nothing.
Clothes? Nah. Wallets? Nope. Travel accessories? No. Kitchen gadgets? No. Video games? okay, he wants a wii. but not happening, sorry. Video games for the system he already has? No thank you. Trifle dishes? um. Potpourri? for girls. Toys? No. DVDs? No. Books? not going to be read. CDs? that's what iTunes is for.
Sure, he liked the ipod touch, but said he didn't really want it. He doesn't want to carry around both a smart phone and a smart mp3 player. too bulky.
So, here I am, one Target trip later, none the wiser about what to get stinkin Seth for Christmas.
I ask you: How is this possible?
Friday, November 14, 2008
"So I've been thinking about coloring my hair purple."
"So my uncle was recently arrested for murder."
"So I just wanted to mention that I recently secretly married a Portuguese model."
Yes. I get it. It sounds more casual. You are just WAITING to be interrupted with someone saying, "wait--WHAT??" and maybe laughing in disbelief at your debonair approach to the situation.
I'm not going to deny it: I do it all the time.
This is Just to Say
I have eaten
that were in
you were probably
they were delicious
and so cold
This is Just to Say
I chopped down the house that you had been saving to live in
I am sorry, but it was morning, and I had nothing to do
and its wooden beams were so inviting.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Monday, November 10, 2008
But. I would prefer it if they would put some glass in the windows first.
I went on a tour of some construction projects today that won this year's Smart Growth awards (I wore a hard hat). Guess who else was there.
The one. The only. DON WIMBERLY!
Yes, he is just as nice as he looks. He even remembered my name half an hour after I gave it to him.
(For those of you who aren't paying enough attention to the Boise elite, Don Wimberly is Boise State Radio's best reporter. Great voice. Great mustache. Speaking of which.)
Friday, November 7, 2008
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Monday, November 3, 2008
Friday, October 31, 2008
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Crap. I'm already in real life?
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
My second cousin posted this blog, which suggests going for "something to wear, something to read, something you want, something you need."
So, keeping in mind our budget, I came up with this list:
Something to wear: a busted tee ($20).
Something to read: a book (undecided) ($20).
Something you want: beef jerky ($10).
Something you need: underwear, obviously ($10).
That adds up to $60. Since we're rich*, I would like to get him something more momentous. But not as momentous as the TV. So I'm a little bit stuck.
*I am a junior reporter for a small newspaper in Boise, Idaho--is there anything more lucrative than that?
Monday, October 27, 2008
I am wearing nylons for the occasion.
But I am still feeling a little intimidated. She's on TV! Every day! She's right up there with local meteorologist Larry Gebert, who, I was surprised to hear from a reliable source, is a jerk. But here is a quote from his web page: "(Larry) invites you to download a photo of him water skiing at Lucky Peak Reservoir to use as "Windows" wallpaper." and then there is a link to a photo of him water skiing at Lucky Peak Reservoir.
I'll try not to be too nervous. Nobody else around here thinks this is a big deal. But it is!
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
"It's not lumpy," he said. "It's wavy."
Wavy! This is what everyone needs--a supportive husband.
Now he's off singing a song about how he needs a wife who cares about him and his "feelins" (feelings). The chorus is something about how it "don't even matter."
Good song, good song.
This was brought on by me telling him to go take a shower instead of showing me a clip from a football game where a ref tackles a quarterback.
I guess I won't be licking the crumbs out of the corners of that one.
Today as I was walking back to my office after purchasing my snack, I didn't pass anyone I knew. Good. I didn't have to pretend to be interested in something going on on the other side of the street before approaching reasonable "hi"-saying distance.
What are you supposed to do in situations like that? Gaze into their eyes as the distance between you closes? NEVER!
The bad guy won! I did NOT see that one coming. But I think I'm done with John. He leaves no room for ambiguity in his writing. Characters are either angels or heartless maniacs. That's not intelligent storytelling.
Someday, I will write a book, and my villain will be conflicted. But first I have to think of a story idea.
Thursday, October 16, 2008
I think my one-sentence posts are becoming a little overdone, so here's where I elaborate on the initial thought:
Okay, that's all I have to say on the topic. But I guess since I'm referencing a book by a now-famous politician, I could talk politics. Then again, in almost all situations, that's a bad idea. So here's a picture:
There. Blog post done.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Monday, October 13, 2008
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Monday, October 6, 2008
(For those of you who don't know this either intuitively or otherwise, dressing like a popsicle means wearing the same color on top and on bottom.)
He was a light tan popsicle--perhaps latte-flavored. But I committed the ultimate popsicle error last week: I dressed like a poopsicle. There was no question what my flavor was.
I hope no one noticed.
Thursday, October 2, 2008
You know we got in response? A letter. BOO THAT.
So that's not a very impressive response from a rich corporation. But once I wrote to a gel pen company telling them about how I liked their pens and would like to be informed about new merchandise, and jackpot: they mailed me about 5 free pens. The gelly kind. the sparkly kind. This was back in high school, so I was overjoyed. Okay, I admit it, I'd still be overjoyed if I got them today.
My next goal is to win a free handbag. The silver one on the top row. It was a hard choice. If I don't win, I will cry. Just like I cry every time I don't win the free car in the mall.
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
I called back to Seth, who was behind me on his bike, "Can you do that?"
He pulled up on his handlebars just like I did, but he was too early. His bike hit the curb wrong and he crashed on his side, hitting his face on the concrete.
"No," he said.
Later he accused me of laughing too hard at him, and I reminded him that he'd been laughing, too.
"That's because there was a guy there watching, so I couldn't just lie there and cry," he said.
So I laughed harder. Poor Seth.
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Friday, September 26, 2008
This morning I went out to tour a new house for a story I'm working on. In my jeans and heels. And good news: the ground is not landscaped. It's dirt and rocks. PERFECT. so i walk around getting dirt up my toes and stumbling all over the place, and here is what is going through the minds of the very nice, very rich, very down-to-earth people who live in the house: this girl is somewhat high maintenance.
NOOOOOOOO. I'm not! I wake up half an hour before I have to leave for work and never have time to blow-dry my hair! Not high maintenance!
Oh well, the idea is solidified in their minds and I'll never see them again.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
I love this! I got the instructions and questions from Rachel.
a. Type your answer to each of the questions below into Flickr Search.
b. Using only the first page, pick an image.
c. Copy and paste each of the URLs for the images into mosaic maker.
1. What is your first name? Daniela
2. What is your favorite dessert? banana split
3. What high school did you go to? San Ramon
4. What is your favorite color? Red
5. Who is your celebrity crush? George Clooney
6. Favorite drink? hot chocolate
7. Dream vacation? pyramids
8. Favorite food? alfredo
9. What you want to be when you grow up? happy
10. What do you love most in life? family
11. One word to describe you. unsure
12. Your flickr name. danigrigg
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Monday, September 22, 2008
NOTE TO PEOPLE AT WORK: I did not poop my pants.
Speaking of things that suck, yesterday in my primary lesson somebody mentioned getting your head chopped off, and I said, "yeah, that would--." and then I realized you can't say "suck" in primary, so I changed it last second to, "yeah, that would stink."
Good catch, Dani, good catch.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
I take a bit of pride in my ragged little projects. I show them to friends with a beam and say, "hey, look! I'm awful at sewing!" Their respect for me goes up a notch when they see my efforts, because does anybody really like the ultra-domestic perfect girl? No, but everybody likes the enthusiastic, ultra-domestic untalented girl.
At least that's what I suspect.
And yes, I'm a girl. Not a woman. And as I get older, I'll become a lady. still not a woman. So please don't refer to me behind my back as a woman.