More computer time needed

So I really need to update my blog layout and profile.  I just don't spend as much time on the computer anymore.  That blog list needs a cleaning, too.  And I guess I could do something about my facebook profile, too.
And it's been awkward at home recently.  My parents are somewhat disapproving that my relationship with Corey has moved forward so rapidly.  Which I can understand, because they are concerned parents who love me.  But I'm so sure of him, and so sure that being with him is the right thing.
And I've been busy with my sewing and quilting projects.  I am seriously excited about all my projects.  I need to post some pictures soon.  Hmm, I need to borrow mom's camera again.
Anyway, I've been having fun, been busy hiding, I mean working in the craftroom.  Spending time talking to Corey, driving to see him, driving home from seeing him, thinking about him.  Occasionally going to the gym.  I haven't spent much time with my sister and her kids the last couple of weeks, I really need to play with the kids some more. 
That's a goal for this week, spend more time playing with kids.  And pictures to post.  Two goals.  We'll see.  Hmm, also profiles to update.  Wait, wait, I don't want to get too ambitious.  I still need to empty my old phone so I can cancel that number, and I still haven't let everyone know the new number.  Oh, so if I haven't sent you my new number yet, and you want it, comment here or message me on facebook.  Ok, that's enough of a list for the next few days.  We'll see what happens.

Early morning rambles.....

Good morning, internets.

I didn't sleep much tonight. My head is full of weirdness. I finally decided to get out of bed at 5am and have something to eat. And maybe I can vent some of this whatever and go to sleep.

Tonight I am singing with a choir that is presenting parts of Handel's Messiah. This will be the third year in a row that I get to take part in singing this music. I love The Messiah. However, my experience with this choir has not been my favorite. In fact, I believe this choir is the most amateur choir or performing group I have ever been a part of. (Well, I guess I should say been part of as an adult, as I'm sure middle school band qualifies as very amateur.) The rehearsals have been trying. One of the (two) conductors is hard to follow. Odd hand signals and arm movements. Constant starting and stopping while rehearsing. But worst of all, to my mind, is the behavior of the choir members.

Some of my friends have sung in several different choirs, both in school and in church. Some of my friends have been in choirs with me. Some have been in choirs that I've conducted. They know how mean I am, and what kind of behavior I expect from my choirs. Even if I'm not conducting, my singing friends know what kind of courtesy should be extended during a rehearsal. However, the people in this choir I am singing with seem to have no idea how to properly behave during a rehearsal. And I don't think they really understand musical etiquette at all. For instance, not turning pages while the orchestra is playing, or the soloists are singing. Or learning how to quietly turn the page. Or learning how to NOT turn the page when there is absolute silence in the room.

There is really so much to vent on, but if I relate everything, I'll get all angry and worked up all over again. So I won't mention the three sopranos who are constantly talking and barely manage to shut up in order to sing. (If they talked just a little bit louder, I'd be able to participate in the conversation.) Or the one lady who sings very loudly and slightly out-of-tune. (In my ear!) Or the conductors who must be slightly deaf to not notice the constant chattering that goes on everywhere. Or the conductors who have not done enough to impress upon people the sacredness of this music, and thus the respect they should have for learning it. But I'm not going to mention any of it.

Another thing bothering me this morning is about guys, three in particular. I'll refer to them as the short guy, the married guy, and the bearded guy. The bearded guy is one that I've met just recently, but was the most interesting guy at an activity I went to. But alas, I found out last night, thanks to facebook, that he is now in a relationship. I am a little disappointed. But as I just met him, I can just shrug him off. But the other two.... I had been hoping that the short one could distract me from the married one (who might become not married, but who knows how long that might take), but shorty is being a doofus, so I'm irritated at him. I had thought that maybe there was potential for a real relationship, but he's not doing anything about it. And I guess part of me hoped that if I was in a relationship, or was even in the tentative beginnings of possibility, I wouldn't think so much about the married one, or worry so about him.

I was watching tv last night, and Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom was on. I just cannot watch that movie any more. I much prefer the LEGO video game version of it.

Hmm, well, I'm still awake and not really that tired. Maybe I'll go upstairs and try to read. Or maybe turn my video game back on. And looking back over this post, I really need to start writing about more cheerful, happy things. Maybe later, after church, and hopefully a short nap.

So, yeah.

I have no idea why I wait so long.

I don't feel good. My head is kinda stuffy. My throat hurts. I woke up this morning with that monthly feeling of despising being a girl.

I did pretty well keeping ahead of the pain by taking the appropriate medication. I went to the gym, did some cardio, lifted weights, had a good morning.

But then I forget to keep the meds going in time. Had dinner and meant to take more, but forgot until just a little bit ago. 5 hours later. So now the achiness is back, with the added bonus of the head and throat irritation.

And I do this all the time. I forget to take something to edge off the headache until I'm absolutely miserable. I don't really like to take pills. A few years ago it seemed that I was eating ibuprofen all the time, so I try not to take too much. So maybe that explains dealing with a headache, but that has nothing to do with why I wouldn't take anything for allergies or a sinus headache.

I don't really have a point. Or if I did I lost it. And I'm too tired to try to find one. But hey, I'm allowed to ramble in my own space, aren't I?

Oh, can I say I love the insurance commercial that has all the animals in it? The one with the croc floating by with the little critters on its back, the lion and the zebra taking a drink together, the animals all playing together. It makes me smile. And I think that's what it will look like in the Celestial Kingdom. Natural enemies playing together, everyone getting along, being friends. Being able to have a lion as a pet. Well, I'd rather have a panther.

On that note....

A bit of philosophy

Earlier today I was thinking about a friend of mine. And how she gets excited about things that I could really not care less about. (But to be fair, I get super excited about things that she doesn't enjoy.) And then I started thinking about how other people might see her. And that got me thinking about how people see me.

I accept that I'm slightly cynical and quite sarcastic. And I know that I entertain my friends with the snarky sarcasm. But what do people who don't know me think? And if you happen to only know me through my intermittent postings, what have those said about me?

Anyway, the point to my musings is wondering if anyone would be surprised that I really can be optimistic. I read this article this afternoon about baseball, that while isn't actually an optimistic article, it perfectly illustrates why I love baseball so much. The author is a former player and manager, and is now a baseball writer. And he talks about how anything can happen in a game. "It's not like a play or a movie where it comes out the same way every time. No one knows how it's going to come out." And that's exactly my favorite thing. Even though my team is in last place, even though August was the first time in a year that they had a winning record in a month, anything can happen when you go to the ballpark. It's always a new day, a new game, endless possibilities.

So maybe it's not a bad thing to be excited about things that other people can't understand. After all, the more places and things you find joy in, the happier you would be. Every day brings new chances, new possibilities, new opportunities.

Well, enough of that. I'm just excited that I posted what I was actually thinking about. I think of things I want to say all the time, but I just never get around to posting. So maybe the post took an hour to write this, but hey look, it's posted!

I just don't know...

I've been in a strange mood the last few days. It's kind of annoying me.

Last post, I mentioned someone who took 7 months to accept a facebook friend request. Since then I've seen a couple of times that he was online the same time I was. I hadn't done anything about that, but I noticed. So two days ago, on Monday when I was online, he noticed that I was. And he decided to say hi.

It's just strange. He didn't mention any kind of detail, like his wife or his child, or why it took him so long to respond or why he ignored the note I sent him 7 months ago. It kind of ticked me off, and honestly, it hurt me. You'd think it wouldn't bother me by now, but no, I can still have my feelings hurt.

It's all just so dumb, and I'm just annoyed at myself and at him. And then he says that he'd wondered how I've been. Seriously? You say this, while ignoring me all this time? Whatever.

I'm just going to take a few more days, maybe brood a little more about it, but then I'll be ok. After all, if I try to ignore this, it'll just pop back and make me more annoyed.

So that's the plan. Brush this off, because in the end, he just doesn't matter that much to me anymore.

I have a story for you...

So funny thing. I have a friend, a guy, who I've known for years, but we don't hang out anymore. Haven't seen him for nearly a year. I occasionally see him about on Facebook. So back in May, I get a random text from a random person saying that this friend of mine gave them my number. At first I think it's a guy, as the conversation was about baseball and this friend said that we should meet, because of having baseball in common. (Which I thought was funny, but as I hardly ever meet guys who like baseball as much as I do, I was ready to be ok with this.) Anyway, I find out later that it was a girl that was texting me. Don't get me wrong, I have lots of friends who are girls who like to go to ballgames, and girls are allowed to like sports, but really, I don't need more girlfriends who like baseball. So I left the guy a message to that effect. Because the whole thing amused me. To my knowledge, he'd never given out my number before, for any reason, and he decided give a girl my number. So I had to talk to him about it, cause really, it's funny.

(Btw, the above story is not the main point of this post, but the background of the point. Which I will eventually get to.)

So I leave a message, he calls back, we chat, catch up somewhat, and talk for nearly 20 minutes. Nice conversation, and then it's over and that was it. (I did see his online conversation with a friend about how he moved, and is now a lot closer to my part of town (don't put things on public facebook, unless you want all your friends to know about it.) which I was interested in, since that meant I might see him at activities (if I bothered to go).) I figured that it'd be awhile until I heard from him again, unless we bumped into each other.

Then comes yesterday. (Wednesday, to be precise.) I got a text message from the guy, inviting me to this scripture class he was going to. Ok, that was unexpected. A few texts back and forth, and he ;) at me at least 6 times. So I guess we're flirting? He invited me to some activity in a couple of days. Then I made a comment about him moving, and he pointed out that he's now closer to me. So maybe I will see him sometime.

So it's just funny. I mean, yeah, I liked him at one point (as did most of my friends at one time or another), and yeah, I'd go out with him if he asked, but I don't expect that. So it's just a little odd to be flirting via text.

I guess I just need to tell the story, because if I bring up this guy to my mom, she'll tell me that I need to go out with him. (My parents know his parents, and they (my parents) totally like his family, and they would not mind at all if I married this guy.) So now I'm thinking about him again, and it's just strange.

Anyway, that was the story. In other news, my car's a/c went out again, I took a little trip to Prescott to get my car up and over 200,000 miles, and I went to IKEA and now have a really nice tv stand (Yay, my tv is off the floor!). Pictures maybe eventually.

Oh, and the guy in this story is totally different from the other guy I've most recently talked about. But my readers are all so smart, I prolly didn't need to clarify.

I'm not really a stalker...

There's this guy. Well, I've talked about him before, but it doesn't matter, because I don't see him anymore. But I still think about him.

I mean it, I'm not a stalker.

I could be one. After all, I know where he lives. But he invited me over once. I found out that he actually lives within my current ward boundaries, which is just funny. But I resisted driving by the other day when I was right next to his neighborhood.

I know where he works, but he told me that. Well, no, just the district, and then I looked him up. But I don't go and look him up all the time.

And, ok, I know the names and ages of his children, but again, he told me that.

I did find him on Facebook, and I do occasionally check to see if he posts anything. But I don't call, I don't send messages.

I seriously need someone new to focus on so I can stop thinking about this guy.

'Cause I really don't want to become a stalker.

A whole year

Just over a year ago, I got laid off from my job. And I'm not ashamed to say that this has been the best year ever.

Granted, having to give up my apartment and not being able to find a job have been rough, but it's still been great. I've gotten to know my younger sister's kids a lot better. Especially moving in with them. My nephew Camden is still so happy to see me come down the stairs. This morning I heard him looking for me. He's even started to come to me for comfort every once in a while. Deanna, the youngest, likes to come find me, too. If she knows I'm upstairs, she'll come and find me and try to open the door. Kendra started school last fall, and I was even able to drive her to school for her first day. Good times.

I've gotten into quilting again. I have one top done, one in progress, and enough fabric for 4 more quilts and a bag. I've bought books, a frame, and mom bought me a sewing machine. Well, it's hers, but it's for me to use. And we rearranged her whole craft room to be basically a sewing room. It's so rewarding to see something come together, and know that it's all my own work, mistakes and all.

So even though it's been really hard not having a full paycheck, I've been loving this time. I've been living with my sister for nearly two months now. I think I've finally gotten used to it. And we started going to the gym in the morning. And having someone motivated to go and getting me to go has been great.

I don't know what's going to happen next, jobwise, but I'm going to keep on enjoying what I have.

Reflections in the moonlight

I stood waiting for puppy to do his business. (I'll be so glad when we don't have to go outside with him.) And with nothing better to do, I looked up at the sky.

The moon was rising over the neighbor's house. Usually when I look up at the night sky, I (as I told you a few months ago) think about who else might be looking at the same sky. At first I thought about a guy, but then I thought about you, my invisible internet friends. (That is, if any of you still bother to check up on me. (If you are reading this, I'm so very glad.))

And I thought about how long it had been since I had blogged. Or even checked on my friends' blogs. And I miss writing. I'm not that good a writer, but it's so nice to get things out.

I had written a bunch of letters to a guy. And it's not like he's going to see it. (Unless he decides that he wants to be with me, and then in that case, I'd consider showing him. But it's highly unlikely he'll ever see it.) But writing out my feelings and everything really helped me get over him. And not only that, but it helped clear my head on other topics. And that's also what this blogging thing does for me. And although I wish I was witty and funny, and had all these interesting conversations in the comments (like some other blogs I have read), I'm content to be myself.

The only problem is getting myself to take the time to write. I might just have to keep going outside and looking at the sky in order to remind myself that I want to write and blog. So I might be opening every entry with "So I was looking at the moon..."

video montage needed

So you know how we all sometimes wish that we had a soundtrack for our lives? Sometimes when I drive with the window down and the radio turned up, I wish I was in a music video. You know, one of those videos that has a real story. And I was just wishing that today could just be the middle of a quick montage, and I could skip ahead to the (happy) ending.

Today's story would be a girl trying to get over a boy and just dealing with things. Like one of what's-her-name Kelly Clarkson's videos. Girl empowerment and girl nights and all that.

So I think a girl night needs to happen. Soon.

reflections caused by relief society visits

I've gone on a lot of Relief Society visits this week. And it's really strange when I go visit someone, and then in conversation, realize that I know a lot of the same people, even if I don't remember ever meeting this woman whose living room I'm sitting in.

And then occasionally these women will decide that they don't want to be the only one talking, so they turn to us and ask us some of those same questions we ask them. Today one woman asked us where we were all from. The Relief Society president has lived here in Glendale all her life. She and the first counselor have lived in our ward so long and know so many stories of all these people that have lived here for so long. They start talking about the people they know, and their kids, and their grandkids. And I sit there and have no idea what's going on. Some of my friends have known each other almost all of their lives. If it weren't for the internet, I would have no contact with anyone that I knew in high school. (Not that I really talk to them all that much, but that's not the point.) And as for people I knew in grade school? There's no one I still talk to that I knew then.

I don't really know where I'm going with this. On one hand, I want my kids to have a long-term connection with the place they grew up, and have those deep roots in a community. But, on the other hand, I want them to experience different things and different places. To see different places, and go travel and meet different people.

Well, it doesn't matter at the moment, since I'm not dating and don't really have any prospects right now. I should just turn my attention to my calling and my family and not worry about something so nebulous as the future.

I'm glad that August is almost over though. I will be so glad when the temperature drops. And I am really looking forwards to October and the beginning of Fall Ball. I miss watching a baseball game outside. I miss weather, and rain, and wind in the trees. At least when fall ball starts, I'll get cool evenings and baseball that I can just sit back and enjoy, and not be so attached to the outcome.

I'm a little bit confused.

And I don't know what to think right now.

Last summer I was dating a guy who I really liked. Only he was Catholic and I'm Mormon. (Just a little detail, right?) I thought things were going really well. But at the end of the summer, he seemed to back off some. I don't really remember exactly what he said, but the end result was that the religious difference was too much to deal with, so we shouldn't date. And then there was some sort of comment that if we were meant to be together that somehow, someway, God and life would just happen that we meet again.

I think that's the most annoying thing to hear. "If we're meant to be, then we'll be together later." Well, what if this was our only chance, and you won't get another, and you're tossing it away?

I am a firm believer of the reality of God leading my life, if I let Him. I fully believe that He can guide things so that they work out according to His plan and what's best for me. But, I also believe that you should make the most of your opportunities when they're in front of you and not wait for another chance.

Anyway, I didn't figure I'd ever hear from this guy again. So when my phone rings this afternoon and his name is on the display, I am completely shocked. I just stared at my phone for a moment or two. He wants to go to a movie and catch up and everything.

Of course I want to see him. A month ago I was thinking about him and even got so far as to try to look up his address to send him a card or something. Then I thought better of it. And really, he was the one who wanted to put everything up to chance, or luck, or God's will, or the universe, or whatever you want to call it. If he wanted to see me, he would figure out how to contact me.

So he found my phone number and called. So I guess we're seeing a movie. I have to call him in a bit to tell him about the movies and times.

I don't know what to think. I don't know what he wants. But I do know that I have to go home and change my shirt and try to play with my hair, because I am not going out looking like I'm on my way to a baseball game.

Good times, baseball, circling thoughts, and a new plan.

It was a nice day. Yesterday was good, too. But my brain keeps circling around things I don't want to think about.

Yesterday I was not needed by my brother-in-law, so I spent my afternoon playing with his kids. (By the way, my bro-in-law is in school to be a dental hygenist, and needs patients. If you can spare $25 and 3 or 4 visits at 4 hours each during the week, you're promised a very clean set of teeth. Oh, and he needs a special needs patient, and pregnant women fall into that category. So if any of you pregnant friends can go, that would be great.)

So playing with my nieces and nephew. They are such great kids. I have such fun when I go and play with them. One of these days I'll post a picture of them. Sister took a nap when her two youngest do while I play video games with the oldest. Then we all pile into my little car to go to dinner. Bath time and then bed time. Scriptures and stories. Good times. (My sister is such a good Mom. I hope I can be like her.)

And the weather has been just fantastic lately. Tonight was another baseball game. Great game, lots of hits, lots of runs. Two wins in a row. And fireworks too!

But as I was driving home, my good mood wandered away. I start thinking about guys and wondering about guys I've dated, wondering how they are and stuff. Which is a pointless exercise. But it's been bothering me the last week or so. I'm not quite sure why. Prolly just my complete lack of a dating life at the moment. But as I'm driving home, I just want to go faster and faster, as if I could possibly outrun my thoughts.

Well, I just need to think about other things. I have my calling to occupy me. I need to study lessons and handbooks, and get my focus on something else. So that's the plan. Play with kids and study scripture. Stay busy. That should work. It will work. I'll let you know.

Some random things to make up for not posting in two months.

So it's June already. Still unemployed. But I'm happier about it. After all, now I get regular payments. Things aren't so bad.

Got a new calling. First counselor in the Relief Society presidency. Which is weird, being a single 30-something in a family ward. But it's going well so far. People keep asking me if I'm overwhelmed or nervous or whatever. It's strange, but I don't worry about the teaching or the responsibilities. I worry about having to get to know all the sisters, learn their names, and learn to love them. I don't like meeting new people. I don't like the pressure of learning names and faces and histories. I'll be going visiting this week. The first time as a member of the presidency. I'm sure I'll be fine.

My parents were away this weekend. That means I'm pet-sitting for them. I don't sleep well here anymore. Well, and having to keep my bedroom door open means one of the cats joins me on the bed. Which wakes me up. And having to sleep in a bed that's not my own and is too small and has a mattress that is not right for me. Last night I slept on the couch. It was a much better sleep, even if I did still wake up the same number of times in the night. I'll be sleeping on the couch again. I was about to try to sleep when I remembered that I forgot to file my unemployment for the week. Can't forget that. Then I decided that I needed to get some of these thoughts out of my brain.

There's some other things. But I think I'll save them for later. Just about guys and postsecret and random musings. Maybe by the next time I get online I'll not need to talk about it. Or maybe I'll surprise you and actually have more to say.

Oh! I bought a new dresser a couple weeks ago. From IKEA. I love that place. And I love my dresser. I put it together while watching the Colin Firth version of Pride and Prejudice. It took the entire length of the movie to finish it. But it's so pretty. I had to completely rearrange the boxes stacked around my room to empty the space for it.

Ok, tired now. Going to go to bed. If I don't see you again, have a great June.

(Wait, now that I think about it, I'll be more motivated to post again if I know that I have readers. Post a comment, let me know you noticed that I'm still around. Thanks.)

so tired

Yesterday was a very long day. I'm not used to being home so early in the afternoon yet. So at 3 in the afternoon, I think it's 5. The day just keeps going and going. That's not always a bad thing, but it wasn't a good thing yesterday.

I had a hard time settling on something to do. Food first. Then I took a book out onto the patio. (I love our patio. It's bigger and it faces south, so I can read until the sun goes down. And the recliner is oh so comfy!) So I read, and occasionally daydreamed.

I've realized what my biggest weakness is. (Well, one of the biggest. And the only one I'm going to share.) I don't really like looking ahead too far. In fact, I spend a lot of time looking backwards. I dwell on what was, on what could have been, or what I wish I did. And I can't change anything, so why am I looking back so much?

Anyway, after it got too dark to read on the porch I went inside. Then I amused my roommate by wandering around the room. I couldn't figure out what to do. But I would occasionally stop and stare out the window. And when I let my mind empty, I found that I would turn back to my contemplation of the past. And I didn't want to do that.

When I finally went to go to bed, I wasn't really that tired. So I read some more. Then I fiddled with the topics and hymns for the next couple of months at church. Then I finally lay down and try to doze off. I found that I started thinking about the guy I had dated last summer. I haven't thought about him much lately. I haven't really wanted to. But somehow my mind kept replaying the last time I saw him. Things he said, things I said, the way he acted. I think I finally figured out why it ended.

I finally turn off the light at about 2am. Then it seems I can't fall asleep. Then there's strange dreams. Then I wake up at 6am, starving. A piece of bread later, I still can't sleep. I've been awake since. But at least the workday is almost over. I can leave soon, go to the store, and lie down. (Lay down? I'm not sure which one.)

Geeze! So many words for a simple problem. Stayed up too late. Restless sleep. Weird dreams. A too early awakening. Hungry.

And I'm zoning out in front of the computer. Oh well, at least I have tomorrow off. I think I'm going to a baseball game. Baseball makes everything better.
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Callings, music, and cookies

So I got a new calling yesterday at church. Chorister. It's not really going to be a difficult calling. After all, I have for years stood up in front of congregations and waved my arm to the music. I must admit though that the best part of this is that this ward has all of their topics for the speakers lined up already. For the entire year. I could select all the hymns for the year, submit them, and then all I'd have to do is show up on Sunday. I don't think I'll do that, but I could work a couple of months ahead.

I didn't really expect that I would have to work too hard in this calling. After all, I've dealt with the music in the branch for years. I figured that I'd come across most of the regular problems or duties of the calling. Then I was told (in the blessing that goes with the calling) that music has been part of my being even before this life, and that it can/will shape my future. Oh, and that somehow they'd like me to encourage those who don't sing to sing. Especially the Young Men. I'm not quite sure how I'm going to do that.

My girl scout cookies were delivered yesterday. I love the randomness of the internet, and finding out random connections between people. For example: I used to visit teach Ginny Potter. She married Colin Moses. Colin's mother had two couches to give away, and her mother announced that fact at church. My roommate then snagged one of the couches. (I love free furniture!) Ginny's sister Stephanie has a blog that I read regularly. Well, one of her daughters was selling girl scout cookies. As I love girl scout cookies, I ordered some. When the delivery of the cookies took place, Stephanie and her family walked into my apartment and recognized my couch. It seems that I now own their old couch. How fun is that?!
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Avoidance

I haven't posted for a while. I haven't even checked my blogroll for a couple of weeks because everytime I sign in I see how long it's been since I posted.

I keep thinking about the 3 or so drafts I have tucked away. And thoughts just keep swirling around and around. I want to put them all down, but I have no discipline.

Things are a little bit stressful right now. I've been trying not to think about it. But I suppose I'm going about it all the wrong way, by completely avoiding the things that are bothering me. If I could just figure out what I could do to help myself, or even start to help solve the problem, my mental state would probably even out a little bit.

Eh, whatever, I'm not going to dwell on it overmuch. Well, that's a lie, because I certainly will think about it and worry, but I don't really want to share everything here. Instead I'll try to finish up those drafts I have stewing and get them out of my head.

As I look out the window of the office, I can see that the sky has clouded over. It's getting a bit dark and looks a bit like rain.

I wish it would rain. Then I could go stand out in it and try to let the stress wash off.

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A full brain

There are so many things I want to talk about. So many things are circling around in my head that I just want to get them out. But I don't want to talk about some of them because I really want to stop thinking about them.

I want to talk about the new apartment, and how being in a new place physically is helping me try harder to get in a new place mentally and spiritually. Not to mention making me try to organize my life in all the other mundane daily stuff.

I want to revisit and finish the drafts that I have tucked away.

I'm really curious as to how soon I'll get a calling in my new ward. I certainly wouldn't mind doing something musical, but I would really love to teach again. Except I really wouldn't want to teach the youth or in the primary. Whatever, I'll be happy doing what I'm asked to do. Ok, I'll try to be happy in whatever I'm asked to do.

Everyone always says that you can say no to a calling. I've never been in a spot that I felt that I could turn one down. Although there was that one time that I think I was extended a calling in order for me to introduce the fact that I needed to talk to the Bishop before accepting it...

My room is filled with boxes that I have to go through, yet I want to go to my parents' storage and get more. I miss having all my belongings around me.

I need more furniture. Not that I have place for anything right now (due to the plethora of boxes), but once I parse through the boxes I have, there will be lots of empty space.

I want a brownie. And a camera.

Yeah, I don't think this post made much sense either.

Random

So there's lots of things that I want to blog about but they kept getting jumbled or pushed aside. So I'm going to just do a little infodump and we'll see what happens.

1. I really want to blog more, but I talk too much. I ramble on and on and can't tell a coherent story. Or I take too long to write a response or a comment. And then I think and think about what I want to say, but then have run out of time or I forget. Or I keep wanting to edit what I write and have to just walk away from it.


2. I totally wanted to post some Get Fuzzy cartoons from this week, but when it saves the picture it saves as a file type that I can't open. It makes me sad because this last week has been hilarious. Check out the entries for the 13th, 14th, and 15th of this month. Anything that pokes fun at the BoSox I love. And these are clever.


3. I overuse the words "so" and "well". Most times I don't care, but it's starting to bug me.


4. I want to do more tags, but I save them to do another day and then I forget them.


5. I love reading webcomics. Problem is when I find new ones and have to do an archive binge.
6. I get distracted very easily whenever I visit tvtropes. (I just spent a half hour looking for the link for #5, beacuse I kept reading other entries.)


7. The downside of spending so much time on the internet is the very short attention span I now have. I have had up to 6 tabs open and switch back and forth whenever I feel the slightest bit bored.

Heh, so 6 of those 7 things are about the internet. And as I only noticed # 3 because of the blogging, it could be argued that all 7 are about the internet. Totally didn't plan that, as I meant to mention baseball. Oh well, maybe another day.

Dancing and Music

So I've been watching a lot of musicals recently. (I love TCM.) Last week BYUtv had The Gathering, BYU's annual Christmas program. I recorded it and am just now getting around to watching it. Dancing and music and stuff. I really wish I could dance like that. Tap and clogging and all sorts of stuff. I used to take dance lessons, way long ago. I really enjoyed them, I think. I don't really have the shape of a dancer anymore. It would be slightly awkward for me to be bouncing up and down now. But I think I could do ballroom dancing. That would be awesome, learning to dance like that. One day I'll find a man who wants to learn to dance like that with me.

So I just watching a number that was like "Me Old Bamboo", but in Romanian. Weird. The group playing the music for the performance is just fantastic. I wish I still played in a group.

And now the best of Ireland. Step dancing is so awesomely fantastic.

Bagpipes and kilts. I love a good bagpiper. Bagpipes in harmony! Can you believe that? With the gorgeous snare drum line.