Can I just say: My life is crazy busy right now! I am always on the go. I am glad to be busy and I love all that keeps me busy, but wow. Busy. I have so much to blog about and no time to do it. I thought I'd try and get a post out tonight before I go to bed (even though I'd rather be in bed right now watching The Big Bang Theory) because I know there is no way any kind of post is gonna be happin' tomorrow.
So...American Idol. It's back on and we are so excited in these here parts. Well, most of us are anyway. We were watching it and Steven Tyler was walking out to his car and he had all these people following behind him and one of them was carrying all his stuff. I said, "Man. I wish I had someone to walk around behind me all the time carrying my stuff." Emily said, "That's what dad's for!"
Two weekends ago (has it really been that long-the time goes by so fast) we had a Lord of the Rings weekend and we watched all three of the movies. Zac and Em had never seen them before. I'm tellin' you right now, I am so proud of myself. I stayed awake (mostly) for all three movies. I can't even stay awake to make it to the end of a thirty minute TV show. I regularly fall asleep in movie theaters. Well as regularly as we go to them, which isn't very regular.
We watched the first one on Friday night and I had to stand up and do some calisthenics to keep myself awake. We watched the second on Saturday during the day and then the third Saturday night. Again. Standing. Calisthenics. During the second movie Emily kept saying, "WHAT!?! They are STILL in those trees!?!" I did learn a great trick for staying awake through the third one . I got out my big exercise ball and sat on that. It's hard to fall asleep on one of those. When I started to try I would just start bouncing. I did start to doze a bit toward the end. Ball or no ball, a person can only stay awake in a darkened room that late at night for so long. That's when I remembered that it is the movie of 15 endings. It is so dang long and you think OK- it's ending- I can stay awake for a few more minutes. Then there is another ending. And another. And another. And SURPRISE! Another!
On Thursday Addy and I were driving in the car and she asked, "Is it windy on Wednesday?" I said, "No, it wasn't windy yesterday." She said, "NO! Is it WINDY on WEDNESDAY?" After a few more tries of trying to decipher what she was asking me she said, "Is it WINDY on WINDSDAY? Is that the day the winds come?" I had to explain to her that it wasn't Windsday. It was Wednesday. And no. That day is not reserved for winds.
Yeah. So our doorbell is broken. Again. Why can they not make things to last now-a-days? (I sound like an old person asking that, don't I? Well guess what? I'm old.) We built this house three years ago and we have already had to replace the doorbell once. Well the new one decided to stop working. We now have a sign on the door informing people to knock if they want to be heard. But we didn't always have that sign. Which means that sometimes people stood on our front porch for a while after ringing the doorbell, waiting for someone to answer. FYI: You can hear everything that goes on inside my echoey house from the front porch.
So it was a Wednesday night (not Windsday). I had this feeling that my Bishopric was going to show up at my house that night to give me a new calling. In fact, about 15 minutes before they came I thought, "I really should clean up the living room a little before they come." But I was in the middle of helping with homework and cleaning up from dinner and trying to get kids ready for bed, so I promptly forgot that thought. Had I remembered it I might not have done what I did next. Which was yell. I had very kindly and softly asked my three beautiful daughters to clean their homework stuff up from the kitchen and go get ready for bed about 10 times. When I got to request #11, some of the kindness and softness had left me and I might have yelled something about getting their stuff cleaned up right now and to go get ready for bed. Then I walked past the front door and could see someone in a suit standing by the window next to the door. Then I remembered. I was expecting the Bishopric to show up at my house. Oh that was fun to open that door and see the three of them standing there. They promised me that they heard no yelling. I won't call them liars out of respect, however....
So the story doesn't end there. Oh, how I wish it did. But I doesn't. About two weeks after that, it was a Wednesday night again. And no, it was not windy. The girls and I were sitting on the couch which is about 5 feet away from the front door. The front door that still didn't have a knock sign upon it. Steve and Zac were at the church for scouts. The girls and I had just finished reading scriptures and saying family prayer. Again, I asked very kindly 10 times for them to go get in bed. Again, the kindness left me by request #11. So I yelled again for them to go get in bed. Then I walked into the other room where I could see that there was a car in my driveway with it's headlights on. I went to open the door and SURPRISE! It was once again a member of our Bishopric there to sign Zac up for Seminary next year. He once again promised that he heard no yelling. Yeah, right.
Seriously. How embarrassing. So that very night, a "Knock if you want to be heard" sign went up on our front door. And if you come to my house and want to get and earful, just stand on the front porch for a few minutes before you knock.
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