For the Record…
I am here.
I didn’t mean to go away for so long, at first it was just a brief, self-imposed sabbatical because I was having a quilting emergency, so I couldn’t do anything but sew and cry for several days. And then I got a wicked headache (from the sewing and the crying), and I couldn’t look at a computer screen without throwing up for several days. Unfortunately, I am now in the middle of a new, darker quilting emergency (darker because I quit drinking caffeine), and can’t let myself blog until I’m ready for quilt retreat.
But I will be back soon with some really great stuff about light bulbs and bangs and an expose on who makes us late more often, me or Dave.
I know, I can’t wait either.
It’s a sad day for all of us.
I am aghast. Read this article so we can all be aghast together.
Daylight Savings, 9 AM Church, and a Forgetful Husband
Here is the sentence that every woman longs to hear from her husband Sunday morning at 8:55.
“Um, are you going to be ready in the next, like, minute? Because we’re supposed to pray in Sacrament Meeting.”
Oh, great. There’s nothing like one minute’s warning to make sure I’m on time for church.
“What do you mean we’re supposed to pray?” I replied in my sweetest tones.
“Well, actually I think they just want me to pray, they didn’t ask for you…specifically. So I’m going to go and you can just come when you’re done with…whatever that is.”
It’s called a curling iron. And I’m sorry it takes me a whole twenty minutes to get ready but we can’t all just throw in some gel and run out the door like you do, then we would both look homeless and the children would be afraid.
Ten minutes later I arrive at church and while I’m waiting for the opportune moment to walk in late, (Is there such thing? Or are they all bad moments?) I pick up a program for a little light reading.
Opening Prayer – Melissa Toronto
Super.
And the best part is Dave was kind enough to assure me that it wasn’t “entirely my fault” and that he “covered” for me.
When it’s our turn to speak I really hope they call and ask me. Then he’ll be sorry.
I have a dark, deep confession to make.
Last night, for the first time ever, I watched American Idol. Not all of it, I have no interest in the life stories of these faux celebrities, plus I have the attention span of a two year old. But the parts I did watch I found mildly entertaining. I may even watch tonight to see who goes home.
No, let’s be honest, I can’t stand the way reality shows drag things out like I have all day to care about this. But tomorrow I’ll look it up online, which seems to be the sensible way to go about these things.
What’s interesting about this confession is that everyone who reads it is going to judge me for something different, depending on where they fall on the Love AI/Hate AI scale. Hardcore AI watchers will wonder what rock I’ve been hiding under, and how dare I suggest that looking up the results on the internet is just as good as watching an hour of Ryan Secrest tease and torture the American people! But people that think AI is generally one big Karaoke contest will think I’ve gone crazy or been abducted by aliens. I know, I used to be one of you. I’m sorry, I was really so bored.
Some Things You May or May Not Care About
- I’m sitting in bed now watching Veronica Mars as I write this.
- Dave is asleep in the living room, he’s not feeling very well today.
- If I were a good wife I would let him sleep in our bed and I would go out into the living room. Oh well.
- We did not have to teach Primary today, which is great. I am having a really hard time with this calling, the weeks we have to teach are…torture. And by “we have to teach” I mean that Dave has to teach because I refuse to do it. Kids are hard, I don’t like them
- Daylight Savings is not my favorite thing. In Arizona they don’t have Daylight Savings. Probably because someone said to themselves, “What is it we need least here in the Big AZ? Ah, I know. An extra hour of daylight in the summer.” Smart move.
- Our power went out last night. I made Dave get up and check it out while I hid under the covers. There are power outages, and then there are murders that turn off the power so they can come kill you. I just wanted to know which we were having.
- I’m hungry so I’m going to stop writing about nothing and go eat.