Grad School is self-inflicted punishment for those of us who can't make it in the real world.
This was my realization a couple of months back.
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Last weekend was the 5K. Of course it was. It was the 3rd weekend of May.
It was a lot of fun, as always. The one thing that I'm going to share from the weekend? The, uh, scripture mistake from church:
2 Nephi 2:27
Wherefore, men are free according to the flesh; and all things are given them which are expedient unto man. And they are free to choose liberty and eternal life, through the great Mediator of all men, or to choose fertility and death ...
At this point the kid speaking stopped himself and said, "Uh, that was a mistake. I mean captivity."
Where'd that even come from?
Monday, May 11, 2009
Our family dinners are way, way too much fun. I adore them. They're sorta like the following video, only we're having fun, more the people/things in the front.
I will post something about the Star Trek movie, soon, promise. Spoiler alert: everyone hangs of cliffs/ledges.
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Brazilians tend to use larger spoons to eat, you know like the serving spoons that we use in the U.S.
So I'm telling Scottie about this a while back and I tell him that I got converted to the idea, that now I'm a big spoon-er
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
So I had this long-standing tradition for Cinco de Mayo, mostly before my 20s: Every few years, I would break things. By break things, I mean my left hand (1989), my right hand (1994), my boss's car (1997 [accident not my fault]). My mom was understandably freaked out about my one and only Cinco de Mayo in Brazil in the mission field in 2001. Luckily it passed without incident.
Although, I think sometimes that my body was trying to channel a piñata on these Cincos de Mayo.
Since this year was yet another with no grand breakings, let's celebrate with some music:
Monday, May 4, 2009
I don't mean to be totally irreverent, but sometimes there are hymns that make me laugh. Okay, not the hymns per se, but the events surrounding them. (usually, In Our Lovely Deseret anyone?)
A few years back, one of our favorite 73rd ward members was conducting the closing hymn for RS, True to the Faith. You know the pattern for the hymn is No! No! Yes! Yes! right before the chorus? Well, right after the second verse, all of a sudden, there was this loud Yes! from the front of the room:
While we know the pow'rs of darkness
Seek to thwart the work of God,
Shall the children of the promise
Cease to grasp the iron rod? Yes!
I lost it, I could not regain control of my laughter thru the rest of the hymn. Heather, near the end of the final chorus, tried desperately to get me to behave and calm down. But there was no doing. I shook with laughter thru the prayer.
It's a good thing that I can laugh silently.
(Do you think that this story could go into that someone's book someday?)
It's like this hymn stalks me. At my seminary graduation, the organist pulled out all of the stops and blasted the chord for the NO! and scared us all to death.
Speaking of making people laugh during RS, a few years back, when Bepa was the Relief Society Princess, her birthday fell on a Sunday, so we took a present to church. I told her that she had to pass it around with the roll. The problem was that she also had to teach the lesson that day and had suffer thru watching every girl looking quizzically at the pen, shrug her shoulders, sign her name, and pass along the pen.
I was at the back of the room that day--again laughing silently. Good thing Bepa's a good sport.
And, really, it's all about the youtube videos for this post:
Friday, May 1, 2009
So I'm not Catholic, but this year I decided to observe Lent. Okay, really, it just sorta happened to be there when I decided that I needed to do something, or not do something, I guess, since it was Lent. And it was interesting to see what it was like to live without something interesting to me, voluntarily for 40 (it ended up more) days.
while drinking beer, I bet it makes
beer shoot out your nose.