Where'd She Go?

no.

time.

to.

blog.

killing.

selves.

trying.

to.

finish.

house.

be.

back.

soon.

i.

hope.

Advice For The Drummer: Cut Your Hair, Put On A Shirt

FYI: This is a very annoying song to have stuck in your head for more than 15 minutes. I'm going on day 3. Hoooooooold myyyyyyyyyyy haaaaaand, hooooooold myyyyyyyyyyy haaaaand.

Update: I didn't realize this song was 13 years old (where does the time go Hootie?). Sorry for the title drummer. I probably thought you were hot back then.

Flashback Friday - Left Of Center

Back row: Katy & nick

Middle row: Earl, Kay, Lauren, Sue, Jessica, Jim

Front row: Kristy, Allyson, Sam, Farrah, Jim

This is a picture of our family with our dear friends, the Hastings.

I am guessing that this picture was taken sometime in the early 90's. Click here to fast forward several years.

*If you are wondering what my title has to do with anything, well, I am in a hurry because Steve is waiting for me to start the movie "Get Smart" (I couldn't leave you hangin' 2 weeks in a row without a flashback). I couldn't come up with a title and since the picture is a little off center to the left, well, I amaze myself at my creativity.

Update (the next morning): If you haven't seen Get Smart, don't bother. 15 minutes into it I said, "Isn't this movie supposed to be funny?", 45 minutes into it I just gave up and went to sleep.

My Prayer: One Nation Under God, Indivisible, With Liberty And Justice For All

Last night Emily asked if she could stay up to watch the 10:00 news so she could see who won the election. I said, "Emily, there is no way they are gonna know by 10:00 who won". Well, I guess I was wrong. I was so tired last night I feel asleep at like 8:30 watching the coverage. I woke up about 30 minutes later when my phone rang. It was my sister Lauren calling to tell me that Obama won. I was so dazed and confused. I was like, "What? How do you know? What time is it?" I looked at the TV and sure enough, people were cheering and celebrating. I did feel a little cheated because at that point my vote hadn't even been counted yet. But oh well. Apparently my little old vote wasn't necessary.

As you might know....I did not vote for Obama. I voted for John McCain. I had my reasons. You know what they are. But it's OK. I am so very thankful that I live in the United States of America. I am grateful for the experience I had to lend my support to the person I felt was the best candidate. I am so thankful that I was able to go yesterday and cast my vote for who I wanted to serve as President of my country. We can't all be winners all the time.

Barack Hussein Obama was chosen as the 44th President of our country. Although his opinions differ from mine, I will give him the respect and honor that are rightfully his as leader of our free nation. I will pray for him. I will pray that he can make the decisions and do what needs to be done to keep our country free, safe and prosperous.

I hope he will be the kind of president he said he would be. I hope he will do what is best for our country. I hope he will walk the middle line and bring a little love to the two parties. I hope I was wrong. I really do.

Although the outcome of the election last night was not as I had hoped, I couldn't help but thrill a little at watching history being made. This has been a unprecedentedly historic election. We almost had a woman candidate for the presidency. We did have a woman vice presidential candidate. And we elected a black man to the office of The President of the United States of America. No matter what my feelings are for Obama's politics, I can't help but be excited at the strides our country has made since the time of my mothers childhood, when she and Obama would not have been allowed to take a drink from the same drinking fountain.

There was a part of me last night that was just relieved. Relieved that the whole thing was finally over. It has kind of been a ugly path to get here. Ugly, but I think necessary. I think it was important that both sides were able to have their feelings and opinions heard. But I hope now we can all just be quite. Just take a deep breath and be still and enjoy a peaceful holiday season with the ones we love and hold dear.

You Vitriolic, Patriotic, Slam, Fight, Bright Light, Feeling Pretty Psyched

This song has been stuck in my head for several days now. It probably has something to do with the fact that Sam has been singing it for several days now. You know, in honor of the election and all tomorrow. I think it's fitting.

So I am so excited/scared/butterfly-ie in the stomach/can't sleep kind of being right now. Wahhhhhh! Tomorrow we will find out who our next President will be. Maybe. It could/probably will be contested. Hmmm.....we will see.....I am gonna be glued to my TV all day and night. I just know it. I can hardly sit still right now as it is. Wahhhhhh! When I get hyper like this at night I get kind of annoying. Just ask Steve.

Anyway, I just wanted to say......blobitty blobitty blooo. I don't really know why I wanted to say that. I just did. So.....go to sleep now so you can get out and vote (for J Mc C) tomorrow. Yeah. It's like so exciting. Are you so excited? Cause I'm so excited. I'm so excited.....and I just can't hide it......

They Kept Me In Stitches

When I woke up last Thursday, there wasn't anything out of the ordinary. Just a plain old regular Thursday. Nothing made me say, "Hmmm, I think today feels like a stitches day". But let me tell ya. It turned out to be a pretty good day for getting stitched up.

My brother Sam went over to my new house to help work on it. I had him busy, up on a ladder scraping away at a beam that I needed clean so I could paint it. He sat the scraper on top of the ladder and climbed down. He went to move the ladder a while later and forgot that the scraper was sitting on top. It fell and cut a huge gash in his chin. I took one look at it and knew it was going to need stitches. I got in the car and drove him to the ER to get fixed up. He had to have seven stitches.

A few hours later, we were all exhausted and at my mothers house getting ready for bed. I took Addy in her room and when I turned my back to get her PJ's out, she took off out the door. She really was in no mood to go to bed. She didn't get very far before I heard a thunk and then she started crying. I went out of her room to pick her up. She was still down on her hands and knees and her back was too me. I picked her up and was loving her all better. I still hadn't seen her face at this point. I laid her down to change her clothes and that is when I saw that her entire face was covered in blood. She had a huge gash on her forehead. Apparently when she fell, she fell and hit her noggin on the corner baseboard. So Steve and I raced off to the hospital and my sweet little Addy had to have seven stitches also.

Her visit took a LOT longer than Sam's. When I took Sam we were only there for an hour. Apparently everyone gets hurt at night for some reason and they were much busier the second time around. We were there about three hours. I hated the part when they were sewing her up because they had to wrap her up in a sheet to restrain her. I am sure she will now be afflicted with claustrophobia for the rest of her life. She had the same nurse and doctor as Sam did. Luckily they didn't call the police or psych on me for brother/child abuse. They did, however, call the police and psych for the crazy lady across the hall. Yeah, at least we had some entertainment while we were waiting.

Out of the seven stitches, she now has four left. I don't know if she has picked them out or if they come out when she plays or sleeps and rubs her head against something. Hopefully the last four will hold long enough to get the job done.

Anyhoo, I have pretty much had my fill of the ER for the time being. Except for the ER on NBC, of course, which I kinda missed last week due to the fact that I was experiencing my own real life ER. Only this one wasn't as exciting. I am making everyone be extra careful in everything they do now. Hopefully we can avoid a return trip to the ER for a while.

Just Some Stuff I Thought Was Interesting - Verrryyyy In-ta-rresting (said while bringing my hands in front of me and rolling my fingers together)

“I have talked face to face with the godless communist leaders. It may surprise you to learn that I was host to Mr. Kruschev for a half day when he visited the United States, not that I’m proud of it. I opposed his coming then, and I still feel it was a mistake to welcome this atheistic murderer as a state visitor. But, according to President Eisenhower, Kruschev had expressed a desire to learn something of American Agriculture — and after seeing Russian agriculture I can understand why. As we talked face to face, he indicated that my grandchildren would live under communism. After assuring him that I expected to do all in my power to assure that his and all other grandchildren will live under freedom he arrogantly declaired in substance:

“ ‘You Americans are so gullible. No, you won’t accept communism outright, but we’ll keep feeding you small doses of socialism until you’ll finally wake up and find you already have communism. We won’t have to fight you. We’ll so weaken your economy until you’ll fall like overripe fruit into our hands.’

“And they’re ahead of schedule in their devilish scheme.”

(Ezra Taft Benson “Our Immediate Responsibility.” Devotional Address at Brigham Young University. circa 1968.”) [access the audio file on this page.]

"If America is destroyed, it may be by Americans who salute the flag, sing the national anthem, march in patriotic parades, cheer Fourth of July speakers - normally good Americans who fail to comprehend what is required to keep our country strong and free - Americans who have been lulled away into a false security." (April 1968, General Conference Report)

"If the Gentiles on this land reject the word of God and conspire to overthrow liberty and the Constitution, their doom is fixed, and they 'shall be cut off from among my people who are of the covenant' (1 Nephi 14:6; 3 Nephi 21:11, 14, 21; D&C 84:114-115, 117). (God Family, Country, p. 345.) (Teachings of Ezra Taft Benson p. 618-119.)