Monday, November 24, 2008
Saturday, November 22, 2008
-red fingernail polish on my fingers. Bryan and I babysat Abbi and Charlie last night and Abbi informed me that she wanted her nails painted. While I was painting her finger and toe nails I thought I might be a fun/ cool aunt and paint mine as well. I remember now why I never paint my nails. Reasons: #1. I have triangle toes which have really small toenails and my pinkie toenail hardly has a nail at all so when I paint my toenails it's like painting my toe. Luckily this time I only painted my fingers. #2. My knuckles are too fat and my fingers are too short to draw that much attention to them. #3. I don't wear enough make up (only mascara once in a blue moon and sometimes clear lip gloss being not enough) to wear nail polish and I end up looking fashionably out of balance when my fingernails look ritzy and my eyes look washed out. #4. I can never wait long enough for the fingernail polish to dry and last night I got some red fingernail polish on my one and only pair of jeans. #5. Red fingernail polish might make me look like a cheap you-know-what...
-no breakfast in my tummy even though I have been up since 7:30am. And now I'm supposed to be somewhere.
Friday, November 21, 2008
Thursday, November 20, 2008
2. I do shave my armpits. I just didn't respond to Chris' post on it a little bit ago because that was the week or so when you will all notice that I don't think I posted on anybody's blog since I was so swamped with my class and my job and everything else in life.
3. Our car broke. But it turned out to just be a bad connection to the battery. Hooray for only a $7 part!
Monday, November 17, 2008
1. Today he sang the Spice Girls song "So tell me what you want, what you really really want" to me when we were leaving our apartment. I don't remember why. Chris- remember when we were singing Spice Girls during Settlers that one night? Except I was really hopped up on drugs and you were just hyper.
2. Today when Bryan and I were in the car we were listening to a country station, but it was turned down low. When some random song came on Bryan turned it up a lot and started singing along, but not to be funny. Who knew?
3. Last night I got on the Martha Stewart website to get more craft ideas for Christmas and after the page had been up for about 2.5 seconds and my eyes were still looking at headings, Bryan immediately pointed at a video clip and said, "Play it!" Martha taught us how to dress a turkey. (Although she says it's really "undressing" the turkey since they're rid of all their feathers and everything.)
Something has gotten into my husband. Also, he might be a bit more like Chris than I originally knew.
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Thursday, November 13, 2008
The Whoremongers and We
By Kathleen Mayer
I have often wondered how it could be
That with such a clear date they could not see
That in so short a time Christ would be
How could they in foolishness be so shortsighted
Thinking their wrongs were somehow righted
And that their brethren were foolishly excited
That no Christ would come among them
How could they mercilessly torture and fight
Those who had waited to see the great sight
When in Zarahemla on that day that was night
Christ would be among them
And how could they spit and mock and scorn
While those who were faithful stood by to mourn
For all had so clearly been forewarned
Soon Christ would be among them
Didn’t they know that their fierceness would fail
And the one who would come to pay their bail
Was that very same savior whom they should hail
The Christ who would come among them
They did not see and they did not trust
That on the morrow the miracle must
Come to pass and destroy their blood lust
Christ would be among them
And on the morrow they hid in shame
Knowing that only they were to blame
For the destroying of their good name
For Christ had come among them
The whoremongers and we would be
Wiser by far if in faith we would see
That no matter the time frame in which we plead
Christ has and will come among men
(Written February 9, 2007)
I will admit that there may very well be mixed up references to different signs given and if anyone can straighten me out I would appreciate it. I am especially unsure about my reference to the day that was night (or was it a night that was day... or both?) mixed with the instance where the wicked were killing the innocent because the innocent wouldn't fight back and then finally the wicked stopped, but not after a lot of men were already killed. Same night? Not the same night? Even in the same book of scripture? Obviously I have not yet a master scriptorian. What an unimpressive way to end this post. Still, I think the message I am sending is pretty clear, which I will express more simply here now. I'm always so amazed that the people in the Book of Mormon were so foolish about not expecting Christ to come in the so near future when, after all, didn't they notice the little asterisks telling them how many years away they were from Christ's coming? I think about that sometimes when I'm reading and I think the only conclusion I have yet reached is that I am bound to be one of those fools unless I work at being better a little better.
A Concise History of Thanksgiving
by Katie Mayer
Once there was a turkey
Turkey, turkey, turkey
Once there was a dinner
Yum, yum, yum
Once there was a hunter
Bang, bang, bang
How smart was the turkey?
Dumb, dumb, dumb
Also, today I have thought up a Thanksgiving poem for this year. It of course in no way compares to the genius of my teenage Thanksgiving glory, but here it is all the same:
Gather ‘Round the Table
By Katie Lewis
Gather ‘round the table and
With bowed heads thank the Lord
For blessings and for bounty
Which no mortal could afford
For luxuries of peace of mind
Of loved ones and of health
For these are things
Which to man brings
His greatest precious wealth
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Anything less than the best is a felony.
Sunday, November 2, 2008
The sequence of the video is as follows:
-Abbi doing sustainings
-Abbi saying a prayer
-Abbi telling Uncle B ("daddy") to fold his arms during the prayer
-Abbi finishing the prayer
P.S. Chris and Anna- You will appreciate knowing that before Abbi started conducting church services in our living room she was sitting next to me while I showed her pictures of you guys on Anna's blog. With no help from me she pointed to Anna and said "Anna" and Chris and said "Joe." May you never feel forgotten.