Christmas is almost here! And I'm typing in Courier! Flashback to high school yearbook. Whoah! Thank you, Blogspot for this blast from the past.
Anyway ... where was I? Oh yeah. Christmas! It's practically here!
I just want to share some fun Christmasy things that have brought me joy this year:
--making a snow angel while getting licked in the face by Targhee
--Christmas card pictures on my fridge (I'm up to eight, now!)
--the neighbor's inflatable snow globe collapsing in their front yard
--my singing Hermey doll (the dentist from Rudolph the Rednose Reindeer) who sings, "Why don't I fit in?"
--a crocheted green hat with a black flower that doesn't make my head all itchy
--My coworker David's Christmas sweater and having to ask him to turn off the flashing lights so I could take him seriously
--learning how to to wink and then getting excited when i do it right
--crawling in a skirt through the back hatch of my Blazer because all my doors are frozen shut
--wrapping a basketball for Willie's nephew, using the bow off of my own gift
--"Hey, Luc! Nice ... uhh ... sweater."
--hiding Kari's brownies from my mom
--helping Tami and Amy dip chocolates
--"These ones are really good! Unless you don't like cherries ... or chocolate ... or Christmas!"--Tami
--Watching A Muppet Christmas Carol--twice! And waiting awhile to push "play" so Kermit gets frustrated.
--cinnamon hot chocolate
--Driving with Kylee on the ice without turning headlights on, trying to find houses in the dark.
--Remembering the Savior and His birth, His life, sacrifice and example for all of us.
"this joyful season brings to all of us a measure of happiness that corresponds to the degree to which we have turned our minds, feelings, and actions to the Savior, whose birth we celebrate."--President Thomas S. Monson
and now, I'd like to leave you all with this:
I've been quoting it all morning, and I haven't even watched it this year. Guess that means I really really really love it! Hope you do, too!
Merry Christmas!!
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
I finally figured it out.
Josh Groban is exactly like Celine Dion. EXACTLY.
Gina, you're going to consider not being my friend for just a moment after this post, but I'm convinced our relationship isn't that fragile and I know we can survive. For others of you who just LOVE Josh Groban , I'm happy for you. I just really, really don't.
Now, I will be the first to admit--these two have pipes! And lungs! And all the other anatomically necessary parts to display their talent. Yes, they have talent! I'm not denying that. Just ... not talent that appeals to me.
When I was in middle school, I remember singing along to "It's All Coming Back to Me Now." I was still developing taste back then. I was young and ignorant. It didn't last too long. I discovered my dislike of Celine Dion right around the time the Titanic sank. There's no coming back from that.
Obviously, my dislike of Josh came later. Precisely, it came right about the time I saw a video tribute after President Hinckley's passing to the song, "You Raise Me Up." I'm sure the song's message is somewhat fitting--it just REALLY didn't work for me. But, after awhile, I'd forgotten all about it. Josh didn't really play a significant role in my life. Then, Gina burned me a CD. I have to give Gina LOTS of good-taste credit. She's introduced me to Royal Bliss, 30 Rock, knitted hats with flowers on them, and chips with nasty cheese--all EXCELLENT things that have greatly enhanced my life. But then Josh started blasting through the speakers and I was forced to turn it all off.
Both Josh and Celine sing spiritual, moving, touching songs. Good for them. They're great people with great values and excellent messages, I'm sure. (most of this is based on assumption because I can't stand to listen to more than 15 seconds of what they have to say.)
Now, there are places for these two. I can listen to Celine ONLY when driving to Montana with Lara and Sarah, singing at the top of our lungs.
Josh does NOT belong at Zumba, Amy. Sorry. He just doesn't. Get him outta there.
But, I can hear Josh at Christmastime. That being said, I kind of like this one:
Ooh! And did anyone even know this existed? I honestly had no idea they'd even met each other until this very moment!
I take it all back. This made me love them both. Merry Christmas. :)
See the similarity?
Gina, you're going to consider not being my friend for just a moment after this post, but I'm convinced our relationship isn't that fragile and I know we can survive. For others of you who just LOVE Josh Groban , I'm happy for you. I just really, really don't.
Now, I will be the first to admit--these two have pipes! And lungs! And all the other anatomically necessary parts to display their talent. Yes, they have talent! I'm not denying that. Just ... not talent that appeals to me.
When I was in middle school, I remember singing along to "It's All Coming Back to Me Now." I was still developing taste back then. I was young and ignorant. It didn't last too long. I discovered my dislike of Celine Dion right around the time the Titanic sank. There's no coming back from that.
Obviously, my dislike of Josh came later. Precisely, it came right about the time I saw a video tribute after President Hinckley's passing to the song, "You Raise Me Up." I'm sure the song's message is somewhat fitting--it just REALLY didn't work for me. But, after awhile, I'd forgotten all about it. Josh didn't really play a significant role in my life. Then, Gina burned me a CD. I have to give Gina LOTS of good-taste credit. She's introduced me to Royal Bliss, 30 Rock, knitted hats with flowers on them, and chips with nasty cheese--all EXCELLENT things that have greatly enhanced my life. But then Josh started blasting through the speakers and I was forced to turn it all off.
Both Josh and Celine sing spiritual, moving, touching songs. Good for them. They're great people with great values and excellent messages, I'm sure. (most of this is based on assumption because I can't stand to listen to more than 15 seconds of what they have to say.)
Now, there are places for these two. I can listen to Celine ONLY when driving to Montana with Lara and Sarah, singing at the top of our lungs.
Josh does NOT belong at Zumba, Amy. Sorry. He just doesn't. Get him outta there.
But, I can hear Josh at Christmastime. That being said, I kind of like this one:
Ooh! And did anyone even know this existed? I honestly had no idea they'd even met each other until this very moment!
I take it all back. This made me love them both. Merry Christmas. :)
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Lessons from Captain
Captain is my 1994 Chevy Blazer. *He's the blue guy in the picture below. He and I have a lot in common. We like going on all the same adventures. IE: hiking, bike rides, canoeing, mudding ... he takes me to lots of fun places!
BUT, we both have our issues. I'm going to tell you about his instead of mine.
For the past year and a half or so, his heater/air conditioning blower has been out. I'll have it fixed, and that fix will last for a week or so, and then I'll spend a night in a snow drift at -30 and it'll die again. Also, his windshield has been needing attention for some time. There are several cracks and the seal leaks and rain comes in.
The back window latch squeaks pretty constantly. Ask Skyler. He spent a good part of the Idaho Falls/Rexburg round trip trying to shut it up with a grocery bag in the latch. Mostly, I'm used to it and don't even worry about the near-constant squeaking.
No big deal, right? But, in the past month, Captain seems to be DEMANDING a lot more attention! We fixed a radiator leak a few weeks ago and got the heater/blower working again. Still, he has to be persuaded to start. He also started chugging a bit more than usual. Then, I took him to the tire shop to get my snow tires put on, and he wouldn't start for the tire guys. About $700 later, he has a new battery, and a new fuel injection system, and is back to being my normal Captain.
What's curious, is that he's had SO many problems for so long, and now that he's running fine, it seems that he doesn't know what to do with himself! I don't know--does he miss the attention that all of his infirmities brought on? Does he miss thinking of himself as a broken truck, one who needs some extra lovin' and who's incapable of big things? Maybe. Whatever it is, that dang back window squeak has intensified 500 X worse than it's EVER been. Poor Captain. You can't just be okay, can you? You gotta scream out in whatever way you can!
Now, a LIGHTNING BOLT hit me at this point in my Captain analysis. What the crap? I have the SAME PROBLEM! I go through life with tons of weaknesses and mistakes. Some are mere annoyances and some actually hinder my progression and ability to function. I push them aside and try to just live with things for awhile, but I'm unhappy and frustrated and really suffer. Then, I go through a complete overhaul. I change my life. I fix the leaks, get a new fuel injection system--I pull out my scriptures, I start praying more fervently and I attend the temple. I'm back on the right track, and can see a huge difference in the way I feel. But, apparently that can't just be it. Because this is when the little and inconsequential insecurities come in. I start focusing on some unfair hands I've been dealt in life--things I've come to terms with before, yet they pop up at inconvenient times when I feel like wallowing in frustration and self-pity. That dang back window is squeaking! Why can't I just be okay with being okay?
Anybody have any duct tape?
BUT, we both have our issues. I'm going to tell you about his instead of mine.
The back window latch squeaks pretty constantly. Ask Skyler. He spent a good part of the Idaho Falls/Rexburg round trip trying to shut it up with a grocery bag in the latch. Mostly, I'm used to it and don't even worry about the near-constant squeaking.
No big deal, right? But, in the past month, Captain seems to be DEMANDING a lot more attention! We fixed a radiator leak a few weeks ago and got the heater/blower working again. Still, he has to be persuaded to start. He also started chugging a bit more than usual. Then, I took him to the tire shop to get my snow tires put on, and he wouldn't start for the tire guys. About $700 later, he has a new battery, and a new fuel injection system, and is back to being my normal Captain.
What's curious, is that he's had SO many problems for so long, and now that he's running fine, it seems that he doesn't know what to do with himself! I don't know--does he miss the attention that all of his infirmities brought on? Does he miss thinking of himself as a broken truck, one who needs some extra lovin' and who's incapable of big things? Maybe. Whatever it is, that dang back window squeak has intensified 500 X worse than it's EVER been. Poor Captain. You can't just be okay, can you? You gotta scream out in whatever way you can!
Now, a LIGHTNING BOLT hit me at this point in my Captain analysis. What the crap? I have the SAME PROBLEM! I go through life with tons of weaknesses and mistakes. Some are mere annoyances and some actually hinder my progression and ability to function. I push them aside and try to just live with things for awhile, but I'm unhappy and frustrated and really suffer. Then, I go through a complete overhaul. I change my life. I fix the leaks, get a new fuel injection system--I pull out my scriptures, I start praying more fervently and I attend the temple. I'm back on the right track, and can see a huge difference in the way I feel. But, apparently that can't just be it. Because this is when the little and inconsequential insecurities come in. I start focusing on some unfair hands I've been dealt in life--things I've come to terms with before, yet they pop up at inconvenient times when I feel like wallowing in frustration and self-pity. That dang back window is squeaking! Why can't I just be okay with being okay?
Anybody have any duct tape?
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