curses

My laptop is dying so this is being typed on SexyHusband’s ‘puter, and I’m too lazy to find the card reader.  What I WOULD have done if I did have my card reader working, would be post a pic of the dear friend I went to visit yesterday and whose dog BIT ME IN THE LEG.

Granted, I guess I can understand why he did it.  My dear, dear friend’s sister who is my tiny Indian soulmate had come to visit and when we saw each other we started screaming and I think puppy thought I was a threat… next thing I know, OUCHHHHH on my thigh!!

So this Thanksgiving, I’m thankful for how much stuff I’m gonna make her do for me.  Foot rubs, babysitting, the works.  Wheee!!  But still, I can’t understand why anyone would own a dog.  Unless they had someone they neeed bitten.

Happy birthday to my amazing mom, who marked her 60th turn around the earth today with her first surfing lesson in Maui.

I hope in 31 years I’ll be half as awesome :)

Old school moi.  As in, before I was old enough to go to school.

Man, I’m just phoning it in now.  It’s less than a week to go to the end of NaBloPoMo, people!!  I haven’t even missed this year yet - last November I skipped at least a day or two.  Problem is, I just have to get until Sunday… for more reasons than one, but it’s just getting to Sunday…. can’t elaborate, I have been sworn to keep my mouth shut.  That makes for one constipated blogger!

Heh.  I’m in a rush, but decided to post anyway and did that thingy I keep getting tagged with, where I opened my pictures folder, went to the 7th folder, 7th picture, and this popped up.  I took this of Lola the day before her wedding - you can’t see it, but it’s a butter shaped turkey.  It was Thanksgiving season then too…

And now it just doesn’t seem like it’ll be a decent Thanksgiving if I can’t shape some butter into the shape of an ugly bird.

zzzzzzzzzzzzzz

must. type. quietly.

Tonight is special.  Well, at least tonight is different.  See, it’s 10:30pm.  Usually that means bed time.  And while I’m IN bed, I’m typety-typing on the computer. Squeeee!!  I’m so kooky and wild!

Let me fill you in on the background here - we’ve got the bedtime ritual all worked out.  Mostly because we’re such different sleepers, we HAD to come up with a solution or one of us would still be on the couch.  Here’s how it goes: teeth brushing, prayers, and then - this is very important - snuggle time on MY side of the bed.

Early on in our marriage, I learned that I am a very violent gal.  At least in my sleep.  SexyHusband routinely ended up on the floor. Once I punched him right in the face!  Plus, since this was MY bed 5 months longer than it was OUR bed, I’d taken ownership and I would literally roll all the way over to his side and push him off.  I never woke up when - VERY heavy sleeper. But when I did this, I just had a really angry husband to deal with in the morning.

So the solution - we snuggle on MY side, and then when he starts dozing off, he rolls over to HIS side, leaving me where I was.  I’ve even trained myself not to kick him anymore!  But it also means every night we go to bed at the same time and I get snugglage.

Only problem now is that he can still fall asleep almost at the speed of a narcoleptic and I lay there, trying to pass out for sometomes an hour or so.  But if I stayed up, I’d miss out on the snuggle ritual, and I LOVE the snuggle ritual!   So I lay there trying to sleep, just because I love being in bed with the hubby, even if it drives me bonkers.

But tonight - he’s totally passed out on some cold medicine and so I’m laying RIGHT NEXT TO HIM, blogging!  Suweet!!!

Man, I’m so glad my life is so good that THIS is the mundane crap you people have to read.  I could be complaining about lotsa stuff, like not having a house or having a husbad that ran our van into the garage door (oh wait, that DID happen!  but he fixed both the car and the door!) or living in a war zone.  But nope, I get to wax poetic on sleep rituals in my dull suburbia.  You lucky lurkers, you!

Love me some Dashboard Confessional. If you love some too, this song is for you.

Love me some Dashboard Confessional.  If you love some too, this song is for you. 

I gots me some new shoes!!  Excuse the fuzzy picture - YOU try to take a perfect picture while bending over.

The tennis shoe on my left foot is my everyday shoe that I’ve been wearing since last year.  I think I found them for $5?  I’m a practical gal.  But I’ve been wanting something more feminine to wear every day that are 1. slip on (I have a 2 year old - no time for laces or buckles) 2. are neutral-ish and can go with lots ‘o stuff.  Enter the ballet flat on my right foot - my find today - my new everyday shoe, a cool $8.

Just sharing my reason for living today.  DANG I love new shoes.

ahhhhhh

After all the massive amounts of gigs and recoding things summer/fall, I think it was good that gigs and business cooled off.  I was really going bonkers there for a while. 

But with Christmas coming, things pop up, and Tres de Solei got together last night to rehearse.  With the first guitar chord it hit me - MAN - this is so right for me.  I missed playing with them - it’s only been a month or so?  And yeah.  So right.

It’s almost time to teach a lesson, then run off to a band rehearsal and get home way too late. What on earth will I blog about in only 2 minutes, my poor brain thinks?? Enter an e.mail announcing a video from one of my trio’s performances has been stuck up on youtube. So check it out if you have 2 minutes and 55 seconds. I do recall not being in the greatest of form that day, but I also recall not totally sucking. How’s that a glowing recomendation for ya? ;)

enouuuughhh!!

Curses!!  That pair of red skinny jeans that I wanted for a cool $15 came today - and were ginnooormous.

That’s what I was hoping to look like, but no dice.  The part that really chaps my hide is that they are size 6 -that’s usually a tad tight on me (okay, supposed to fit, but I feel more comfortable in baggy stuffs) but they fit like size 8 does on me.  You know what this means??

No, it’s not “ooo, I’ve lost sooo much weight, lookit my skinny bod!!” because I haven’t - the last 2 days my lunch has consisted of 16 ounces of sour cream and onion dip with potato chips.  No small portions either.  I definately do NO have a slim-down kind of diet.

No, the arrrggg is that vanity sizing it SO out of control.  I’d feel all good about being a skinnymini if I had tried on a size 6 at the store and had to go back for a 4, but this was something I bought on the internet and now I have to go through the hassle of returning it.    Vanity sizing has just gone BONKERS - size 6 used to mean it was the size of a 6 year old girl, and now it’s too big for a 29 year old woman??

When is enough ego boosting enough?!

Photo of moi, circa 2006 and 7 months along with WonderFetus

Do any of you remember my post this summer on the family blog where I told everyone to go ahead and get pregnant because we were considering getting knocked up around then and we could all do it together - wheeee!!!?

It was an act of trying to be interested in having another one. Trying to psych myself up, as it were.  Since then, 4 couples have announced their pregnancies.  I got 4 people pregnant!!  And they all said “We took the challenge so now we can be pregnant together!!”  Whereas I am still unbaby-fied and am still on the fence about the whole idea. I’m not freaking out - I know it’ll happen when it is supposed to happen and if I worried about it I’d be a mess.  In fact, every morning I wake up and thank my lucky stars I’m not pregnant and I only have one little demon to manage.

I just feel slightly guilty about 3 things:

• WonderToddler really ought to have a sibling somewher near her age, and at this point there would be a 3 year difference.  The longer I wait, the more she misses out…


• I got all these people pregnant under false pretenses!!  Don’t have a baby because I said so!!  People are weird.


• I don’t feel bad about not being pregnant - I feel the opposite - and I think I’m supposed to feel guilty about that?

I really feel peaceful about the whole thing because I know it’ll happen when it is supposed to happen and like leaving it up to you-know-who.  I know my Heavenly Father loves me and will not give me more than I can bear - and that includes extra fetuses.

Oh, and for some more drama on the family front - check out SexyHusband’s post on the famblog today

happy sunday thoughts

Today at conference our Area Authority (whose name I can’t begin to remember) told this sweet story that I just have to reshare:

Years ago he and his wife were living in Boston with their 5 children while he finished his resdency in pediatrics.  They were living in his words “in an experiment in abject poverty”  and had only one car - an old Dodge Duster - that he let his wife have during the day, and he rode his bicycle to and from the hospital, working insanely long hours.  One day as he rode home, he was feeling very down and exhausted and thought about how he was going home to his 5 children who were looking forward to a daddy to play with them and who would be alert and energetic.

As he rode, he thought of a Kentucky Fried Chicken on his way that was having a sale on thights - 29 cents for a piece.  That sure would pick me up, he thought.  He looked into his wallet and found only a nickel.  He said a silent prayer that he would be able to find a quarter in the road as he rode home, and watched the ground carefully.  He didn’t see anything during his trip, until right as he passed the restaurant - there was a quarter, right there on the other side of the street!  He gave a prayer of thanks and went in to order his snack, when the lady behind the counter told him with tax, it would be 31 cents… but she took pity on him and put her own penny in the register for him.  “I devoured every last morsel of that piece of chicken!” he said, “and I was refreshed and overjoyed to be the daddy my childen needed when I got home.”

He went on to explain he knew it was not some huge sign from the heavens - and it cetainly wasn’t a big thing in the grand scheme of things, but it was a sweet blessing from his Heavenly Father that made him happy - and our Heavenly Father loves us and wants us to be happy.  He loves to bless us because our joy gives him joy!

It was such a sweet story, from such a sweet man - I sat sat there and sobbed, thinking of this loving father - without a car to drive home after a 48 hour shift (he said the hours then were even worse than now for residents!) - who prayed for a small miracle to help him along in his day - in the form of a quarter.  So sweet. 

Often, SH and I feel guilty for living n the comfort that we do.  We met after our school was over, we have owned 2 homes now and we don’t really need to worry about the little things (there are 2 drivers in our small family and we have 3 cars and 2 scooters…).  We know how blessed we are, but we know so many great people -his parents included - that struggled with money early on, and it brought them very closeto each other.  Why should we not have to struggle like that?  And are we being generous enough with our means to help others??   We do as often as we fiind opportunity, but I always wish I could do more and know how.  It’s a odd feeling. 

I’m so thankful for hearing this sweet story of a loving father on earth and his loving father in heaven.  It was just the thing to give my heart some happiness today - especially given the attacks being made on my faith and my family now.  I love remembering why I’m this strange person believing these strange things - because I know my father in heaven loves me and wants me to be happy.  The blessings aren’t always huge, but they are always meant for me so I can be better for Him and my family.  It’s a great thing to know!

It is 10:30pm and this is the first I am even turning on my computer today.  Inconceivable!!  It has been one loverly day - especially because I got to hear this man speak at our stake conference.  My life is better because of it :)

For now, I will leave you with my blasted awesome brother playing his latest hobby - a Chinese erhu, seeing as he has mastered the use of his regular old violin.

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love is...

Waking up in a horrible mood, feeling like a hippo sat on your head all night, and having your husband insist you grab a shower while he wrangles the cranky toddler before he heads off to work.

Bonus points?  When he ignores the fact that you look like a drowned rat and gives you a look that says seeing you exit the shower is the greatest thing that has ever. ever. happened.

Yum!

Today was one of those days that makes me think that if I have one more child, I will EXPLODE. My career, my sanity, my waistline…. it’s easy to freak out since it’s all hypothetical at this point, but it was looking bleak this morning. Heck, it still does. When one is so much trouble… But I got my sorry butt into yoga at lunchtime anyway. It’s my awesomeawesome treat once a week while SH watches WT and the nice Indian lady forces me into horrible, horrible positions while we listen to monks chanting. It’s nifty! But today, she flipped on some belly dancing music and made us dance through the poses. It was still excruciating, but it made me smile for the first time today. What makes YOU smile on a crappy day?

 Today was one of those days that makes me think that if I have one more child, I will EXPLODE.  My career, my sanity, my waistline…. it’s easy to freak out since it’s all hypothetical at this point, but it was looking bleak this morning.  Heck, it still does.  When one is so much trouble…

But I got my sorry butt into yoga at lunchtime anyway.  It’s my awesomeawesome treat once a week while SH watches WT and the nice Indian lady forces me into horrible, horrible positions while we listen to monks chanting.  It’s nifty!  But today, she flipped on some belly dancing music and made us dance through the poses. It was still excruciating, but it made me smile for the first time today.

What makes YOU smile on a crappy day?

farfengoogensloop

I am running out of blogging ideas…  12 days and running, people!  You lucky blog stalkers, you.

Hrm.. onto the updatng… I’m still having a loverly life, but my latest irkrik is trying to be a good violin teacher and a good mom.  I am wondering if I can do both… I can, but can I do them well?  I try to schedule lessons around naps but it doesn’t always work - and then when I’m done teaching I can’t manage to wrap my brain about the things I need to do to as a teacher until the next week comes and bonks me in the face.

You know what I need??  I need a secretary.  Someone to help coordinate my lessons, watch the kid while I teach, give me time to plan and do research on what my students need… oh, and somoene to cook so SexyHusband doesn’t die from malnutrition.

Hey - tell me if I need this too.  Budget Babe did a report on a Norma Kamali clothing line at none other than WalMart - yeah, she was crazy skeptical too, but she was actually surprised and had a few decent things to say about it.  One item had me think “hey - I could rock that… maybe…” - this pair of red skinny jeans for a mere $15..

Minus the vest, which is a huge no-no for me and my creepy shoulders that must at all costs be hidden… whatcha think?

Holy snap this entry is dull.  SexyHusband told me I should have posted about his crazy Vespa obsession.  But what else do you post other than that?  My husband wants to import Vespas.  Cannot stop looking for them online.  I am busy nodding my head and smiling and keeping my “ARE YOU NUTS??” comments inside my brain.  That actually does occupy a lare portion of my day…

I’m low on ideas for blogging today, so how about a blast from the past?  The story of the first picture of SexyHusband and together:

This picture was taken about 2 weeks after we’d met - back then he was merely Sexy Guy That Tricked Me Into Dating Him.  My dear friend Dani had come to visit and we were by the temple, taking pictures of us together with SH as the photog - when SH suggested we get a picture of him and I together.  Inwardly I was thinking “Nooo - that’s what couples do - dagnabit he is way too into this!” but I posed anyway.  He looks as kind and sweet as he always does - and I peer into that picture every now and then and try to remember who I was back then.  Out of school, really far from home and clueless - and still had that hott single gal look going on.  Le sigh… And boy howdy am I glad he tricked me into loving him.

*And thank you to all for the pacifier tips and comfort!!  I feel a whole lotta guilt lifted offa me, at least for the time being:)  I’ll wait a few more months and lay the smack down then.  She’s a smart girl, I’ll try to appeal to that brain of hers.

on a serious note

Let me paint a picture for you:

2 years ago in the early hours of my birthday, I was laying on a tile floor, sobbing while holding my crying week-old daughter, trying to get her to nurse - and she was trying to nurse, but it was unsucessful all around.  Mercifully, my mother in law came in, picked me off the floor and took my baby, sending me to get a few hours of sleep.

The next morning I heard my husband rustling out of bed next to me and with my eyes still closed I grabbed his arm and hissed though clenched teeth - “Find out how she got the crying to stop.”

A few minutes later he returned, looked at me apologeticaly and said “Pacifier.”

I’d done my research before baby to see if pacifiers were for me, and all the reports of “trying to get my child weaned makes me want to cut off my own arm to divert the pain!” had me convinced I was not up to the consequence of a paci-lovin’ kid, so I had left the pacifiers given to me in my suitcase.

But laying there in bed after getting the first 6 straight hours of sleep in a week, I threw logic out the window and dedicated myself to the jamming of that plug in her mouth for some peace and quiet.

Got it?  Now let’s fast forward 2 years and some change…

I get the “looks” - the comments - heck, I even get I from the woman that initialy gave it to her! I have no-pacifier zones and I do enforce them, but I’m starting to worry…

I tell myself kids in Brasil suck on those things until geez, at least 5, and since WonderToddler is Brasilian I joke that it’s just her culture.  She’s only 2 - I tell myself I’ll worry when she turns 3 - but there’s times she will go berzerk without one.  When I give her “time-out” - she SCREAMS for it.  She doesn’t know how to comfort herself without it.  I will ignore her and hope she calms down eventually, but she’ll get so hyserical she’ll actually hurt herself, and I don’t know what to do.  I’ve tried everything I can think of.  It seems black and white, but my heart breaks when I see what she’s done to herself.

And it’s not just the getting her off the pacifier thing - it’s the how to teach her to self-comfort that’s getting me.  She’s a little drama queen.  Wonder where she got that?   But I’ve been known to get hysterical and do things I’m not proud of either… and I don’t know how to break the cycle.

Dagnabit, do I need to get her a therapist already??  Only 2 years and I’ve already broken her.  Crap!

 Heehee!!  I found a place to make these animated gif thingys!!  I put a longer one up on the famblog.  This just tickles me.  You can make one too.  Here. If you are as dumb with your free time as I am, that is ;)

priorities

When my perfect brother Dallin was trying to decide whether to become a concert violinist or an engineer, he told me the decision really came down to either working a 9-5 job, or working every night and weekend and holiday as a musician.  So, he picked engineer.  Freaking genuis.

He’s right - there’s not as much to do during the daytime as a musician as there is at night.  Even as a private teacher, you just do most of your work in the afternoon, evening and weekends.  And I’ve been gigging and rehearsing almost every weekend the last few months, and I’m thrilled for a little break.

I could be more successful as a musician and as a teacher if I worked more.  But I just can’t do it - I’m selfish.  I have been since the day I got married.  I hate giving up a night away from my husband.  He supports me teaching, and gigging, and recording, and rehearsing - and I love him for it.  I need to do it and he knows that, but boy HOWDY I need him so much more.

Today has been spec-tacular.  I lovelovelove a lazy day where we spend the whole day parenting and playing together.  I can’t even tell you every mundane thing that has made my heart swell up with happy today - I love to be with him.

Ooo, SexyHusband got his motorcycle license so now he can legally take me for rides on his scooter!  Problem is, I’m terrified.  The first long ride we took, I just pictures my funeral the entire time.  I just need to do it more and get the jitters out, so we’ve been going for little rides here and there and I’m starting to enjoy it.  My dream?  We take a weekend, drive to Savannah with the scooter in the back o’ the truck, and then scoot all over town.  Wheee!!!! He insisted we try to take WonderToddler for a tiny ride squished in between us.  It’s not that weird, since people do it in just about every other country in the world:

We were safe - we all had helmets and we went super slow in our neighborhood.  WonderToddler LOVED it- I need some getting used to it.  I love that I get to though!

Yesterday I had a heavy heart and called my brother to cheer me up.  “What do you need cheering up for?!” he barked into the phone. “You have a blasted perfect life!!  You have a freakishly happy kid, your husband is a saint!” He did then proceed to cheer me up, but his point was dead on.

Bah.  It’s a Saturday, I’m off my blogging brain today.  Suffice to say, all I’ve been able to think all day is how selfish I am - I could be doing anything else with anyone else, but all I want is him.  And I got exactly what I wanted.  YAY!!!  Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m off for a snuggle.

housekeeping

Three things:

1. Out at a conference all day so posting may or may not happen (so this totally counts).

2. My e.friend is selling these stupid Twilight tees.  Really, she calls them stupid!  Anywho, I haven’t read ‘em, but the shirts make me giggle so I’m sure they have something to do with something.

So buy one or something.  It will pay for one heckuva booty call with her far away hubby.  Wohoo!

3.  Sunkist TOALLY has caffine, peple!  More than Coke or Pepsi even!  I don’t know when that started, but I KNOW it have ceffine in it in 1997, when I had a friend in college that was wired on it CONSTANTLY.  There were Sunkist cans all over - his apartment looked like a hobo was hoarding them.  Funniest part of that is - SexyHusband CAN’T drink caffine.  It’s not a religious thing even though we are the LDS and all - caffine gives him HORRIBLE migraines.  He’s gotten a few in the last week or so and we’ve been really worried about it.  Pshhh, no need for alarm, Einstein just needs to stop slamming the Sunkist at work, problem solved.

an IM conversation with the chick that sits across from SexyHusband at work while I was also IMing SexyHusband

I feel lucky to be alive today. But not for the reason you think.

Oh, there’s the relief at the end of the election and such an exciting finish, albeit obvious.  But it pales in comparison to a little incident I had this morning.

Involving my awesome new blender.

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And a kitchen knife.  I refuse to give details because it makes me look even dumber than I already am. 

* No sweetie, I did NOT break the blender.  Just the knife. *

Suffice to say, I feel blessed to be alive today.  Despite my attempts to the contrary.

In other news, I have a new arch-enemy. 

Yes, America’s darling, David Archuletta.

I wasn’t up watching the news last night.  I’d prayed, done my voting, and I didn’t need any pundits telling me what was obvious the moment Hillary conceeded and the Republicans nominated someone Republicans don’t even like.  We get Time and Newsweek, I knew everything they were going to say. I really wanted to like a candidate, and I think they’re both honestly wonderful people, but I just couldn’t agree with either one on enough.

But that’s not the point.  Why was I awake, listening to Conference talks to try to lull me to sleep?  Why was I up until 2am??

The non-stop “You know this crush ain’t goin’ a-Waaayayayay!!! A-Waaayayayay!!!” running through my head.  Over and over and over and over.  Stupid Archuleta’s stupid single and stupid me for getting distracted while switching through the radio the other day long enough to hear the ear worm that is the chorus to “Crush.”

I was so annoyed, if I had wanted to stay up that late I would have turned on CNN and tried to care!  I blame Archuletta for everything that I do wrong today.  That includes the blender/knife incident.

SexyHusband has a arch-enemy too.  It’s Dave Matthews, and it even involves a complex argument that mentions the word “anti-Christ.”  It’s pretty funny.

It’s nice to have something… a goal.  TO CRUSH.  ARCHULETTA.

Heh.

sappy. maple syrupy sappy.

I can’t get over this feeling of how blessed I feel today.  I am really, REALLY so thankful and happy, I just can’t stop smiling.

I voted this morning - I have struggled with the decisions I had to make, and have prayed about it for weeks.  In the end, my small vote may not amount to much, but I knew what I was doing was right.  I am so grateful to have these amazing people to have my back and to remind me what is important.

There is the incredible husband who loves me and provides for our family amazingly… who’d have thought I’d get married, and that he’d not only be funny and weird, but also so devoted to the gospel and me and be our daughter’s very best friend?? (that’s what she told us!)

Who is at this very moment locked in our music room playing “My Name Is Jonas” on his electric guitar.  So. Blasted. Hott.

And then there’s the amazing women I have in my life…

My mom and aunt who sacrificed so much to give me everything I have now.  And even after all the crap we’ve flung at each other, they still love me and counsel me when I will let them ;)  They gave me a gift - they taught me how to play violin from age 3 on - and it’s only now I understand why.  It wasn’t so that I’d be a concert violinist, it wasn’t for fame or fortune - they wanted me to know how to work, how to achieve excellence, and have a skill I could bless others with.

And I’m a MOM, people!  I keep forgetting that and getting bogged down by all the things I simply cannot do with a toddler in tow - like spend a day at H&M or even walk into a Dots anymore - but they remind me that what I’m doing is vital and sacred.  And that nothing I do is more important than to give her a strong foundation in the gospel and in music so she’ll be able to weather what comes our way.

I can’t come up with anything else to say.  The world may come crashing around us tomorrow, but I have wonderful family and the gospel to lift my spirits.  I had another person today ask me why every “Mormon” they meet is so blasted happy.  I can’t speak for anyone else, but following all those annoying commandents makes life a lot simpler in a lot of ways.  Lots of bullets dodged and lots of blessings.  Can’t say I would want it any other way.

Sorry for being so dang sappy!!  Why are YOU happy today??

We had a houseguest this weekend - a friend of a friend who needed a place to stay while in town for a wedding, and she was quite delightful and fun to play with.  But the most important part of this boring tale is this woman from the west that slept in my guest bedroom was the person whoe would FINALLY teach me how to use an RSS reader.

Yes, I know, I’m web savvy - been doing my own html for years - but for the life of me could not understand it and all I needed was someone to show me the way.  A few “click here, click there” and finger pointing and I got it.  YESSS!!!!!  No more checking every blasted blog I follow by using my Favorites!!  I have joined 2006, people!!!

I know I’m behind.  Just smile and nod.  I’ll just be a minute.

*does happy dance, which looks remarkaby like the chicken dance*

What this means, dear friends, is that I’ll be able to comment way better, because I’ll actually know when you updated.

Now all I need is someone to teach me how to:

• Sew


• Decorate


• Cook


• Parent


• Clean


• Make witty stage banter

Then my friends, I will be poised to take over the planet.

Oh - and actually one more thing - how do you find out who is following YOU on their RSS feed?  I would like to be able to stalk my stalkers.  They love that.

on my to-do list tomorrow...

Just so I don’t forget:

• Drink a berry smoothie while doing the eliptical machine while letting WT watch the Backyardigans.


• Go buy Target and go nuts on the post-Halloween costume clearance.


• Look super hott.

My husband is right now composing an e.mail to Mr. T.  My 32 year-old husband.  I think he’s begging him to meet with him.  I am not making this up.

In other news, today has been quite a delightful Sunday.  Up, church, home and rest while WT takes her nap, then dinner at the in-laws and some totally geeky game that involved me having to tap dance and tell my most embarassing childhood memory.  And no, I can’t tap dance.

I think the most embarassing one I can remember would be the time my skirt fell down while I was standing in the hall at church.  Dustin McNa was walking behind me and yelled “I SAW THAT” right as I was thinking “I hope nobody saw that!”

In other unrelated news, I am feeling crazy blessed and happy ever since we turned down the job in Austin - which really, would have been a fantastic move professionally but it just didn’t feel right.  Now, without the fear of having to move I am seeing my life in a while new light.  yeah, I have complaints about living where we do (NO good restaurants within 15 minutes people, and the closest SuperTarget is such a bleeping haul!) but what we have - a loving set of grandparents nearby, I have found a few kidfriendly places for Solei and even some music classes, my students and my bands - and even this house that has so many problems - I’m so thankful for them all.

You know that dream Pharoh had that Joseph (of the techicolor outerwear fame) explained for him - the 7 fat cows and the 7 thin cows - meaning they were going to have 7 years of plenty and then 7 years of famine?  I feel like I’m in the 7 years of fat cows right now, and I’m loving every minute of it. I know the lean cow years will come, but I’m so thankful Heavenly Father has blessed me with some fat years.

I am one happy fat cow.