Happiness is Whose Line is it Anyway

Because everyone deserves a laugh...

Good Grief!

I feel like Charlie Brown today.

Possibly the funnest tag ever...or maybe the most stressful!

The funnest tag ever!

Here's how it works: The first five people to leave me a comment get something made by me just for them. It can be anything I want, I get to choose. It can be silly or serious, edible or not, but don't plan on anything alive. There are a few rules involved (aren't there always?):

1- I make no guarantees that you will like what I make!
2- What I create will be just for you.
3- It will be done sometime this year (Don't expect grand things if it takes a long time. I'm just lazy!).
4- You have no clue what it's going to be. (The choice is mine! --insert evil laugh here--)
5- I reserve the right to do something extremely strange and/or silly.

The catch is that you must repost this on your blog and offer the same to the first 5 people who do the same on your blog. The first 5 people to do so and leave a comment telling me they've posted on their blog win a hand made, super creative, possibly lovely whatever in the heck I decide! Be sure to post a picture of what you win when you get it!

(yes, I copied and pasted directly from Shauna' blog...I'm that lazy right now.)

Last night Sarah went with her ballet studio to see "Madame Butterfly" performed by Ballet West. (Yes, I'm jealous.) She started getting ready at 4:00, doing her hair special, pressing all her clothes, dressing very nicely, even a touch of makeup...she looked fabulous! She wore a magenta chiangsam as a shirt, with a black, fairly narrow, split skirt underneath, and her magenta stripped shoes. In my opinion, a perfect outfit to go to a ballet.

Her ride showed up in jeans, a knit blouse, and flip flops.

Granted, it was only a dress rehearsal. Still, the teachers had told them "No jeans". And it was at the Capitol Theatre.

This got me thinking...whatever happened to our formality? Why have we descended to this place of increasing casualness? And not just in our dress, but in our manners and, sadly enough, our ethics.

While I wouldn't want my husband to have to wear a suit coat and tie to a ball game, and I, for sure, can't see myself vacuuming the house in pumps and pearls, there is something to be said for a more formal society. A society where things, and people, are respected. We've lost all of that. There is very little respect for very important things out there.

A case in point: David and I went to a wedding at the Salt Lake Temple in January. As we were walking to the marriage waiting room, we passed a young lady walking the other direction who was wearing a knit mini dress with leggings.

Draw your own conclusion.

I think our society would benefit greatly by a return to a more formal time. Maybe we would gain a little respect; for ourselves, our families, our friends, and yes, even our country.

note for Rachael: she cried, because she kept thinking (even though she said she tried not to), "He's not going to have a mommy!"

I can see clearly now, the pain is gone...

Yes, I'm feeling much better this morning.

When the doctor said two weeks without painkillers and caffeine, I knew it would be a challenge, but I didn't realize just how much pain would be involved. In other words, I was more tempted yesterday to take Tylenol than I ever have been in my entire life. But, I didn't. I remembered what the doctor said, and I was good.

Then my dad came over and he and David gave me a blessing.

And today...well...I feel better. Which is a good thing, because it's Ella's birthday and I've promised her lots of time together.

Anyway, I've made it through the first week. And, I have great hopes for the second.

scripture

Mark 9:23-24

Look it up.

Trust me.

The Low Down

I am caught in a cycle of tension/headache/medication/withdrawal/headache/tension/headache...get the picture?

In other words, the doctor has informed me that I need to go two weeks without Tylenol, or any type of painkiller. And in addition to that, I can't have any caffeine, in any form, for the same length of time. That means, my favorite migraine buster: Tylenol and Coke, is a no-no. It also means my favorite mood lifter, chocolate in any form, is off limits as well.

This kind of sucks.

I'm looking forward to the end of the two weeks when, hopefully, my raging headaches will be under control. I know that it all started when I quit having massages because my life got too hectic to schedule them. (That'll teach me!) Thank goodness we have a massage therapist in the family, who is willing to work for a steeply discounted rate. I think that is what is going to make the next two weeks bearable. That and a lot of prayers.

Esther told a story on Sunday that I can in no way do justice to, but of course I'm going to try: a bunch of girls from her ward were talking about what they use for headaches and pain, and one of the girls answered, "I'm on the priesthood." Yes, we all laughed. But truthfully, that's what I'm going to need the next two weeks. Good thing I've got David around (I think I'll keep him).

In addition to the headaches, I've been experiencing a lot of vertigo, which makes it hard to sit at the computer (which is a bummer), or even the piano (which is a huge problem), and has contributed to the headache issue. Well, that's just an ear infection.

So...I'm sick (and tired!), I haven't got time for the pain (sorry, bad song joke), and I'm really pretty happy. In my opinion, life is good, no matter what. And besides,

The Best is Yet to Come!

A new leaf

When I woke up this morning without a headache, my first thought was, "WooHoo!" And my second, "I miss blogging."

It's interesting how much a year of blogging every day effected me. It was one of the first things I did nearly every morning for an entire year. It started my day off with routine, which, when there are four children involved is a good thing. It made me think of my life in different terms: I had to be clever...right? It kept me in touch with friends who also have blogs (I'm ashamed to admit I haven't read any one's blog in a week or more.).

In other words, I've got to blog more often. It's easy to say, "everyday", and I'm pretty sure I could do it. But I'm not certain I want to. "More often" is lame, and will eventually become what it has been; "hardly ever". I'm going to have to spend some time thinking about this.

Other things I need to do more often:
Compose
vacuum *sigh*
make cookies
ride my bike
sew
craft (any sort)