Music

Sitting here listening to one of my most favorite pieces of all times, Cannon in D. I heard once, that this song helps both the left and right brain functions. How cool is that?

Here is the link to this song, so you can enjoy it along with me.

Gosh, I just keep thinking of the 13th article of faith... "if there is anything, virtuous, lovely or of good report we seek after these things."

It just makes me smile.

Sigh....

Hitting a Little to Close to Home

Today is or was like any other day. Wake up, clean the house, talk on phone, exercise, get ready at about 2:00 in the afternoon, get dinner started for dinner group, go to the grocery store, and come home and clean some more.

I hoped in the car at about 5:30, delivery time for dinner group, dropped off the first dinner. Chit chatted for a bit with my friend and then headed to drop the other dinner off. We chatted for a bit about crappy news, which now I can't even remember what it was, and then my friend M asked if I wanted to hear more crappy news. I said sure, thinking it was going to be some type of gossip or random fact about someone in the ward. Well, what she said next was horrible. He husband lost his job today. How crappy!

She cried, I got teary because that sucks, and then she said she was mad at God. She just got called into the RS Presidency, they are opening their home to foster kids, and her husband looses his job! I wanted to yell with her!

Then my brain went into overdrive. She is amazing with money and they have figured out that they have enough to live for a year without him working. That is a lot more than most people have. Still, doesn't put your fears at ease. Then I got thinking about me and my house. I am complaining because the sink is breaking in the bathroom, I have horrible carpet in my living room and my kitchen is like 30 years old. I was hoping to use some of the money we get back from taxes on some of those items. Now, after my friends husband lost his job, I worry. I would rather have shelter over my head, food on my table and gas in my car as opposed to a new kitchen, or bathroom, or floor. Guess the taxes will be used for something else.

When I finally got home at 7:30 we sat at the table and I swear I ate enough food for my friend and me, and then still felt nervous and ate some more. This is crazy!!!! Crazy!

The other day I was watching the news. It was showing some place in UT where a lot of businesses have closed and I just kept thinking, there sits and perfectly good building. Shelter for someone on the street, and its vacant. Only the mice and cock roaches live there. How sad, how sad that all of these homes that are being taken away (some for good reason) others because a perfectly good, honest family looses their income. I just about cried.

Why?

I have no answer. This one hits WAY to close to home.

Guys Night

For the first time in, I can't remember how long, my hubby is going out with the guys.

I think I am jealous!

Not for the reasons you would think, though, simply because the guys that he gets to go hang out with are so much fun to be around. He works with all of them that are going and occasionally when I go into the office just to say hi I end up staying for hours. (honestly, it is my break for the day)

I love hanging out with the guys!

Seriously, I think when I come back from the office my ego has jumped 20 notches. Guys are great! Either they like you or they don't. If you talk about sex, flatulence, burping or puking then you can be a part of the group. There is no tone, that you have to read into. There is no double meaning in "you look great today", it is simply what it is. You are simply what you are.. good, bad, and ugly.

I think the Lord created something special when he made men. Sigh... I wish I could be a fly on the wall tonight.

And I really hope my husband has fun!

My scrap!

It is called the honest scrap award and these are the rules...

A) First list 10 honest things about yourself--and make it interesting even if you have to dig deep.

B) Pass the award on to 7 bloggers that you feel embody the spirit of Honest Scrap...

1. I am obsessive compulsive. I love to vacuum and when I do I have to have all of the lines go in the same direction. I have to... I go crazy if they aren't. I also have to have my bed made and the lines on the comforter go straight and not angled. UGGH! Drives my husband crazy.

2. If my ward choir sounds yucky before a performance I won't sing. Totally vain. In fact, I want to run away screaming. I just got called as one of the ward organist and every time I play I have such a melt down that the only thing--and I mean only thing-- I can think about that whole day is playing the organ. I can't even get the kids ready because my focus is on the organ. Once there I want puke and run screaming because I think I suck!

3. I can be very confrontational but I hate it. It gives me anxiety, and I don't like it if I know someone doesn't like me. I, once again, want to puke when I know there is someone that has ill feelings towards me.

4. I gossip, and I hate it when I find out that others have gossiped about me.

5. I love to think that everybody worships the ground I walk on. In my world, (me looking in the mirror) I am so beautiful that no one can take their eyes off me.

6. I am a conservative, liberal, Eco-friendly, middle of the ground walker. I love variety. I love change--mostly-- on my terms. I like to be aware of the earth, and agree that earth conscious people can go a little crazy. Same with liberals, and conservatives.

7. I think that most people think I am fat. So, in order to not let them think it first I say it out loud so the elephant is out of the room... or so I think.

8. I am scared in the bedroom. And that is all I am going to say. I think I might be all talk, little action. How pathetic.

9. Hugging and kissing my parents in public makes me feel really uncomfortable, well, not the hugging part just the kissing. Am I weird? I think so.

10. I love to have a clean house, but I could spend hours upon hours at the computer or watching television. I love television. I love to escape. My biggest scrap is I watched Rescue Me on FX for a while. It is basically soft porn... I liked it, until on character drugged her ex-boyfriend just so she could date rape him. I am demented, I think.

And the people I pick are

Katie

Heather

Kala

Amy

and anyone else who read this... I don't have very many readers....so... have at it.

Life's a What?

Do you ever not want to be angry?

I mean who really wants to be the angry person, but, try as you may, and try as your little heart wants to will you to be the loving, compassionate, patient mother and wife you want to be, you just get angrier?

Do you ever get angry that the dishes aren't done? And what makes it worse is that you get angry even though it is you who is in charge of said dishes?

Or frustrated that the unpacking is still there waiting.. almost haunting you, and you seem to be the only one aware that the luggage has been sitting there for a day and that the breakfast the others made this morning was made walking around the luggage that is sitting on the counter top, on the chair and spewing itself down the side of the cupboards and covering the very ground you wish to walk on?

It almost feels like the episode of Everybody Loves Raymond. Ray and Deb (the two main characters) go on a trip and the suitcase that they took stays right by the stairs for weeks. Both walk by day in and day out hoping that the other will take the luggage upstairs. Right before a trip Ray has to take he sticks a piece of cheese in the bag hoping that it will force Deborah to finally take the suitcase upstairs.

Ah...

Life....

Kicks you in the butt sometimes...

Especially when it is your own damn fault.

Small world

So, we're at Disneyland and the first day, the first ride we go on is "It's a Small World". I forgot how obnoxious that song is. It's like the knife on Psycho going in and out of my head a million times...re re, re, or should I say, "it's a small world after all, it's a small world after all, it's a small world after all", thirty seconds in and I wanted to stick my head in the water and squish it between the boat and the wall.... but the kids LOVED it, especially my musical son who sat there the whole time rocking back and forth singing the song to the top of his lungs....and of course... he sang it the rest of the day. His little brother got really upset with him on the way home from the park. "Stop singing that song" he says with a punch. Can't blame him though, I felt the same way.

I will post some pictures in a while.

Gordon Ramsay

On Saturday Hubby and i went out to eat to celebrate my birthday. We went to a really nice restaurant and Hubby pulled out a present for me. I opened it, and to my lovely surprise I saw the face of my favorite chef. Gordon Ramsay. He has a lot of shows on TV. The ever popular Hell's Kitchen, theres Kitchen Nightmares, and my favorite The F Word. The f doesn't stand for the f you think it stands for, even though he says that word a lot. It actually stands for Food, because Gordon loves food... and I love that Gordon loves food and cooks brilliantly!

So, I got this cookbook for my birthday. Lately hubby and I have been watching a lot of Gordons shows and my husband, who doesn't do much cooking, is totally enthralled with Gordon, and to top it off he wants to cook more. We both (probably more me) are in love with Gordon. He's brilliant...just briliant. So my husband picked this book all his own. I was so happy. :)

So, happy birthday to me! I get to celebrate with Gordon Ramsay! Woo Hoo!!!