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I just saved my husband from certain humiliation as he walked out the door with his new pants on.  There was a long sticker on the back of his thigh (the one that says what size it is and everything) and I noticed it before he headed to work.

This brings back fun memories of my dad going to work with a Cling-free dryer sheet sticking out of his collar.

 

Tags: Marital Bliss

Blessings come in the strangest ways sometimes.

Years ago I was in a community choir.  When we had our concerts, we would have two on Saturday and one on Sunday with some long dress rehearsals beforehand and extra rehearsals for those of us who had solos.  I was always wiped out after these concerts from standing for a long time in dress shoes under bright lights.

During one of our performances (Mozart's Requiem), a quartet was singing and the tenor was dangerously close to one of the candles.  Once in a while when he moved his arm, it would briefly touch the flame and a few of us were trying to figure out how to alert him without creating a big distraction (like something could be more distracting than a man on fire, right?).  Luckily he finally noticed, but I was amazed he didn't catch fire.

Saturday night, my husband and I were both exhausted after the concert, hungry, and neither of us had the energy to cook or the money to buy anything.  I started telling him about the guy's tux sleeve and the candle, asking him, "Are tuxes made to be flame retardant?"

My husband said, "I don't know.  Let me go check."  We had purchased his tux from Value Village for really cheap and it was still hanging in our closet.  As he checked the tag to see if it had any special anti-fire qualities, He found over $20 in one of the pockets, so we ordered pizza!  All I could think was, "Thank you tenor guy for almost catching fire in your tux.  This pizza wouldn't be possible without you."

Tags: Blessings

Years ago I had particpated on a parenting board and one day I suddenly got an e-mail from someone even though I hadn't been there in a long time.  In my profile, I had included my favorite quotes from LDS leaders and she was writing to say it was the most beautiful thing she had ever read.  I thought that was really nice.  She also said she was telling everyone on the board that they just HAD to read my profile.

Then I noticed her e-mail address contained the words "given grace" and I thought, "I wonder if she noticed the part of my profile that says I'm LDS?"  I figured she was Evangelical and I don't typically run into Evangelicals who are very thrilled about my beliefs.

Moments later, she wrote again to say she just read I am LDS and said, "I love you even though you are Mormon."

Thank you?

Then she was very surprised that all the quotes were LDS ones and she learned she had a lot of misconceptions about our beliefs.  But that didn't stop her from asking me a million bagillion more questions.

My husband's birthday is in less than a week and once again, I'm trying to outdo myself.  I really don't know how this time.  After his lamest birthday ever (we were moving off base and had our white glove test that day), almost his entire family drove up from Utah and Idaho as a surprise the following year.  My mom made up a fake invite for my aunt's surprise party, mailed it to us, I told my husband we were going to it, and I had to be really sneaky to make this possible.  First of all, I knew he would say we couldn't afford to eat at the restaurant, so I lied and told him my rich uncle was paying for all of us.  I also had to call someone about a scout thing that was planned and ask him to tell my husband it was canceled so he wouldn't insist on going to that instead.

 

His family arrived at my mom's house while he was at work.  I called to see where he was - stuck in Seattle traffic.  Not long after that, I decided to check again and he was in the neighborhood.  I calmly hung up the phone and yelled, "RUN!!!!"  His family had to hide their cars somewhere else and then they ran to the back yard.

 

I wanted my mom to capture the surprise on video, so I asked her to go ahead.  My husband asked why she was leaving so early.  I said she had to pick up my uncle from the airport because he was coming straight from a conference to the restaurant.  He totally believed me.  Ha ha ha ha ha.

 

I stalled him while his family ran out front to their cars and drove to the restaurant.  I wanted them to have a 15 minute head start and with a 1-year-old, it was easy to come up with reasons not to leave yet (diaper changes and stuff).  Really, my work wasn't very hard.  I just lied a lot.  His family had to drive all the way here.

 

On our way down to the restaurant, I said I hoped my uncle wouldn't screw this up and bring my aunt at the wrong time.  My husband laughed, agreeing that that was likely to happen.  When we pulled in front of the restaurant, I said, "Oh!  I forgot I was supposed to call ahead to make sure everyone gets in OK!  I'll run in while you park!"  Really, I wanted to make sure everyone was seated.  It was so fun.  Everyone was sitting there with their menus in front of their faces.

 

When my husband walked in and the menus dropped, his first thought was, "That was really nice of my family to come to her aunt's birthday party."  HAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA!!!!!!  Took a while before he figured out it was all for him.

 

And I put dinner on the credit card.  Naughty me.  Maybe I should've sent the bill to my uncle who was actually in New York and not attending my aunt's phoney birthday party?

 

Then last year I sent him to Alaska with my first paycheck.  He had this great opportunity to be there with his best friends after 20 years.  One friend moved back there and the other was going on a business trip.  He had a wonderful time and now I fear I can't do anything better than that.  Poo.

 

But I do have a cookbook his mom sent for Christmas with the recipes he ate growing up.  I think I will try to make him a meal like his mom made along with the disgusting cherry chocolate cake he likes so much (last year I knocked myself out making a cake with camoflauge frosting).  Only he will eat it.  Me and the kids can have ice cream or something.  But not that awful ice cream from last night that tasted like coffee.  That was sick.

Unless I strike it rich suddenly, this is about as cool as his birthday is going to get.

Tags: Birthdays

How does this work exactly?  We just do separate blog posts?  We don't have our very own blogs? 

Some random information:

I ate hummus for dinner with whole wheat pita bread. 

I had a doctor appt. today.  Baby is doing great.

My husband bought a Krispy Kreme shirt at the second hand store.

I feel like I have to throw-up again.  Last Friday I threw-up and somehow it gave me a black eye.

I'm tired.  I woke up at 4am coughing my head off.  I jumped out of bed because I was afraid I would puke on my husband.

My parents are taking a trip to the Grand Canyon this weekend.  I'm jealous.

My brother got pancreatits this week.  My mom had it on Valentine's Day.

I made raspberry lemonade from scratch on Wednesday.  It was delicious.  Me and my friend had appetizers and I spent all day cooking my buns off.

I still feel like I have to throw-up.

Two dogs ran into my apartment today and snagged one of my kids' toys.  Then they took off.  It was hilarious.

I'm in my jammies.  I have to put my clothes back on to return a video.  I'm scared.  Last week when I went in there, it smelled like cigarettes and I almost puked.

My oldest son has pink eye and he cries every time I put the drops in.  I have to give him the drops three times a day.

My husband is doing laundry.  It's near the kitchen.  I can't go near the kitchen, because it smells like onions and it makes me want to puke.

I think I might actually puke.

We have a new Book of Mormon women's study group in my ward.  It rules.

I have a nasty cold.  It's not helping my urge to puke problem.

If I do puke, I will tell you if it bruises my other eye.  I'm morbidly curious, but not enough to actually give in and do it.

I still haven't finished my taxes. 

This ice cream tastes like coffee.  Why?  It's peanut butter cup ice cream.  Maybe this is why it was on clearance?

Time for scripture and prayer.  I promise my future blogs will be more eventful. 

Tags: Stuff

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