So I found this list on my cousin Merrill's blog, and I thought it would be fun to add. You can copy and paste it yourself. Maybe I'm not as boring as I thought!
Here is a list of 99 things that you can copy and paste. Then you bold the things that you've done.
1. Started your own blog
2. Slept under the stars
3. Played in a band
4. Visited Hawaii
5. Watched a meteor shower
6. Given more than you can afford to charity
7. Been to Disneyland
8. Climbed a mountain
9. Held a praying mantis
10. Sang a solo
11. Bungee jumped
12. Visited Paris
13. Watched a lightning storm at sea
14. Taught yourself an art from scratch
15. Adopted a child
16. Had food poisoning
17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty
18. Grown your own vegetables
19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France
20. Slept on an overnight train
21. Had a pillow fight
22. Hitch hiked
23. Taken a sick day when you're not ill
24. Built a snow fort
25. Held a lamb
26. Gone skinny dipping
27. Ran a Marathon
28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice
29. Seen a total eclipse
30. Watched a sunrise or sunset
31. Hit a home run
32. Been on a cruise
33. Seen Niagara Falls in person
34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors
35. Seen an Amish community
36. Taught yourself a new language
37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied
38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person
39. Gone rock climbing
40. Seen Michelangelo's David
41. Sung karaoke
42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt
43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant
44. Visited Africa
45. Walked on a beach by moonlight
46. Been transported in an ambulance
47. Had your portrait painted
48. Gone deep sea fishing
49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person
50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris
51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling
52. Kissed in the rain
53. Played in the mud
54. Gone to a drive-in theater
55. Been in a movie
56. Visited the Great Wall of China
57. Started a business
58. Taken a martial arts class
59. Visited Russia
60. Served at a soup kitchen
61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies
62. Gone whale watching
63. Got flowers for no reason
64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma
65. Gone sky diving
66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp
67. Bounced a check
68. Flown in a helicopter
69. Saved a favorite childhood toy
70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial
71. Eaten Caviar
72. Pieced a quilt
73. Stood in Times Square
74. Toured the Everglades
75. Been fired from a job
76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London
77. Broken a bone
78. Been on a speeding motorcycle
79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person
80. Published a book
81. Visited the Vatican
82. Bought a brand new car
83. Walked in Jerusalem
84. Had your picture in the newspaper
85. Read the entire Bible
86. Visited the White House
87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating
88. Had chickenpox
89. Saved someone's life
90. Sat on a jury
91. Met someone famous
92. Joined a book club
93. Lost a loved one
94. Had a baby
95. Seen the Alamo in person
96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake
97. Been involved in a law suit
98. Owned a cell phone
99. Been stung by a bee
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Life, burnout, and happiness
Well, no one is sick. That is happiness.
My glasses got broken. I am sick (burned out) of small children not respecting things that don't belong to them. (But when three out of your five kids are still in the toddler stage of "If I see it or want it, it's mine", what can a mom expect?)
Peter moved back to Layton Elementary, out of the Spectrum program. He was burned out (and so was I) of the homework and stress that came when he didn't do it and I had to ride him to get stuff done. He had been happier the past three days since the move than I have seen him all year. That is happiness.
Laundry Burnout. 'Nuff said.
We've changed our lifestyle to be healthier. Kendall and I have each lost 20 pounds. That is happiness!!!
Andrew had stopped having major meltdowns three times a day. That is happiness.
He had one the first day of primary and I had to drag him out screaming. Burnout.
Benji is a monkey with no sense of fear. I am burned out of finding laundry baskets, garbage cans, and the ottoman used as a stool so he can climb onto counters or get into the pantry shelves.
I don't think I'm cut out to be a parent of teenagers, tweens, or four year olds talking like their teenage sister. Burnout.
I actually got an entire plot line written down for my novel series. A road map, finally! That is happiness.
So, if you weigh the burnout vs. happiness, I guess life isn't so bad. Besides, I actually got a full night's sleep last night. There's nothing happier than that!
My glasses got broken. I am sick (burned out) of small children not respecting things that don't belong to them. (But when three out of your five kids are still in the toddler stage of "If I see it or want it, it's mine", what can a mom expect?)
Peter moved back to Layton Elementary, out of the Spectrum program. He was burned out (and so was I) of the homework and stress that came when he didn't do it and I had to ride him to get stuff done. He had been happier the past three days since the move than I have seen him all year. That is happiness.
Laundry Burnout. 'Nuff said.
We've changed our lifestyle to be healthier. Kendall and I have each lost 20 pounds. That is happiness!!!
Andrew had stopped having major meltdowns three times a day. That is happiness.
He had one the first day of primary and I had to drag him out screaming. Burnout.
Benji is a monkey with no sense of fear. I am burned out of finding laundry baskets, garbage cans, and the ottoman used as a stool so he can climb onto counters or get into the pantry shelves.
I don't think I'm cut out to be a parent of teenagers, tweens, or four year olds talking like their teenage sister. Burnout.
I actually got an entire plot line written down for my novel series. A road map, finally! That is happiness.
So, if you weigh the burnout vs. happiness, I guess life isn't so bad. Besides, I actually got a full night's sleep last night. There's nothing happier than that!
Monday, January 5, 2009
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
The More Things Change...
...the more they stay the same. Or so the saying goes. Just when I think that things are finally changing, something reminds me of how similar each day is. Take getting a good night's sleep. Every night I look forward to a few hours of sleep. Uninterrupted. And yet it hasn't happened in 12 years. Take tonight, for instance. This is pretty typical. It is 12:53 am on Tuesday, Dec. 30th, and I am up with not one, but two little boys. And typing one handed. Andrew is up because he's had a fever all day, and it's been so long since he's had one, I'd forgotten how sensitive his tummy is. He's always been the most vomitrocious of my kids, and at the least hint of anything, out his lunch would come. So he threw up, in his bed, about an hour ago, and now he's sitting in the chair watching Horton Hears a Who, while we wait to see if the ibuprofen is going to stay down.
And Benji, too, is up. He got up two hours ago with a stinky diaper, and now won't go back down, even though he is leaning on my shoulder, exhausted.
The juggling act never ends. When I say 'the more things stay the same', I remember doing this very thing, up in the middle of the night, with Sarah ten years ago. Watching Winnie the Pooh, beginning to end. No way was she going to bed until the final credits ran, even if it was 5:30 in the morning. And one of us had to be up with her, curled up on the floor because she'd kicked us off the couch so she could be more comfortable.
I'm sure this too shall pass. At least that's what my mom tells me. I guess I'll have to believe her, 'cause there ain't no light at the end of this tunnel, honey.
And Benji, too, is up. He got up two hours ago with a stinky diaper, and now won't go back down, even though he is leaning on my shoulder, exhausted.
The juggling act never ends. When I say 'the more things stay the same', I remember doing this very thing, up in the middle of the night, with Sarah ten years ago. Watching Winnie the Pooh, beginning to end. No way was she going to bed until the final credits ran, even if it was 5:30 in the morning. And one of us had to be up with her, curled up on the floor because she'd kicked us off the couch so she could be more comfortable.
I'm sure this too shall pass. At least that's what my mom tells me. I guess I'll have to believe her, 'cause there ain't no light at the end of this tunnel, honey.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Pictures....Finally.
Kendall, Andrew, and Benji fixing the dishwasher.I finally figured out how to get photos on the blog. Yea!!! Here are a few from the past few months. Figuring out how to format the dang thing, however, will be another several weeks work, I'm sure.
Benji and pumpkins.
Andrew on the hay ride.
Meri at the pumpkin patch.
Sarah and Peter actually smiling at each other on our hay ride through the pumpkin patch.
Meri and Benji in on Halloween, jumping on the tramp, waiting to go trick or treating.
Andrew's happy 3rd birthday on Dec. 1st.
Benji trying to see the lights at Temple Square.
Benji demolishing the gingerbread house we made last Saturday.
A family photo from the summer vacation at East Canyon.Wednesday, December 3, 2008
...And Then There Was The Time When Suddenly No One Could Cook.
I don't like to brag, but I consider Kendall and myself pretty good cooks. I have to admit that there have been times that meals have failed, but at least in my case, it's usually when I use a recipe, instead of blending things intuitively. Case in point--I once set a thanksgiving pumpkin pie with a candied pecan topping on fire because I left it too long under the broiler.
So last Sunday Kendall and I used a yummy sounding recipe titled "Sesame Chicken and Vegetable Stir-Fry". It used something I'd heard of before but never used: Chinese Five Spice, which sounded and smelled intriguing.
It was simple to put together, just frying up chicken and veggies and thickening up a sauce including the Five Spice.
I don't know where we went wrong, but it was the worst meal I've forced down in a long, long, time. Kendall felt the same, I know, because we discussed at length how we will never use that recipe or Chinese Five Spice again. Ever.
So to redeem the evening, we decided to make some cook and serve chocolate pudding. To amp up the nutrition value, however, we decided to add some whey protein powder we have that we usually use to make breakfast smoothies. And we thought, "Hey, the pudding starts out as powder, the whey protein is powder, lets mix them together before we start cooking, so there won't be any lumps."
Please take my advice. DO. NOT. COOK. PROTEIN. POWDER. WITH. YOUR. PUDDING. It did something weird. So weird, in fact, that even the kids wouldn't eat it.
So the bad karma of Pride came back and bit us big time. I think I've lost my taste for chocolate pudding for a while. :-P
I was a little worried, the next day, wondering if this was to be our new life...suddenly sucking at cooking. But it was great. It's hard to screw up alfredo sauce and tortellini and chocolate cake with whip cream frosting covered with M&M's. (It was Andrew's birthday meal. I did find the Tonka Bounce Back Racer, though, just in time. Yea!)
So last Sunday Kendall and I used a yummy sounding recipe titled "Sesame Chicken and Vegetable Stir-Fry". It used something I'd heard of before but never used: Chinese Five Spice, which sounded and smelled intriguing.
It was simple to put together, just frying up chicken and veggies and thickening up a sauce including the Five Spice.
I don't know where we went wrong, but it was the worst meal I've forced down in a long, long, time. Kendall felt the same, I know, because we discussed at length how we will never use that recipe or Chinese Five Spice again. Ever.
So to redeem the evening, we decided to make some cook and serve chocolate pudding. To amp up the nutrition value, however, we decided to add some whey protein powder we have that we usually use to make breakfast smoothies. And we thought, "Hey, the pudding starts out as powder, the whey protein is powder, lets mix them together before we start cooking, so there won't be any lumps."
Please take my advice. DO. NOT. COOK. PROTEIN. POWDER. WITH. YOUR. PUDDING. It did something weird. So weird, in fact, that even the kids wouldn't eat it.
So the bad karma of Pride came back and bit us big time. I think I've lost my taste for chocolate pudding for a while. :-P
I was a little worried, the next day, wondering if this was to be our new life...suddenly sucking at cooking. But it was great. It's hard to screw up alfredo sauce and tortellini and chocolate cake with whip cream frosting covered with M&M's. (It was Andrew's birthday meal. I did find the Tonka Bounce Back Racer, though, just in time. Yea!)
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Shopping and The Perfect Gift
I love shopping. I love going through a store (any store) and imagining what I could do with things like, say, a cheese dome.
But what I have a hard time doing, these days, is actually buying anything. I'm so afraid of not buying the right thing, in terms of gifts, I mean, that I'll go shopping with intent to purchase, and wander the isles, searching in desperation for the perfect gift, only to leave disappointed two hours later, having talked myself out of every item I looked at.
It's even worse when I'm actually budgeting. (Just ask Kendall how much I don't like budgets.) Then I'm twice as worried about spending the money, only to find the true and everlastingly perfect gift later. Grrr.
So here it is, mid Novemeber, and the rest of the year on my calendar is black with the list of activities, and I have only purchased a handful of gifts.
And the worst thing is that we have a birthday coming up on Dec. 1st for Andrew. Talk about getting lost in the middle of the holidays. I have to keep reminding myself that it's coming up and I have to get on the ball. Of course, in his case I already know what the perfect gift is, and it seems to be the 'Tickle Me Elmo' of the 2008 Christmas season. The Tonka Bounce Back Racer. I watched him play with something similar at someone else's house for two hours, and knew that it would be perfect for him. It seems to be the perfect present for every other 3 year old boy in the world, as well. I have looked and looked, and the only place I can find it is Amazon or Ebay for twice, sometimes three times as much as I wanted to spend. At this rate I'll be lucky to find it in time for Christmas.
I could go on and on, but you get the idea. But it still comes down to just one thing. I still love shopping, frustrations and all. ;-)
But what I have a hard time doing, these days, is actually buying anything. I'm so afraid of not buying the right thing, in terms of gifts, I mean, that I'll go shopping with intent to purchase, and wander the isles, searching in desperation for the perfect gift, only to leave disappointed two hours later, having talked myself out of every item I looked at.
It's even worse when I'm actually budgeting. (Just ask Kendall how much I don't like budgets.) Then I'm twice as worried about spending the money, only to find the true and everlastingly perfect gift later. Grrr.
So here it is, mid Novemeber, and the rest of the year on my calendar is black with the list of activities, and I have only purchased a handful of gifts.
And the worst thing is that we have a birthday coming up on Dec. 1st for Andrew. Talk about getting lost in the middle of the holidays. I have to keep reminding myself that it's coming up and I have to get on the ball. Of course, in his case I already know what the perfect gift is, and it seems to be the 'Tickle Me Elmo' of the 2008 Christmas season. The Tonka Bounce Back Racer. I watched him play with something similar at someone else's house for two hours, and knew that it would be perfect for him. It seems to be the perfect present for every other 3 year old boy in the world, as well. I have looked and looked, and the only place I can find it is Amazon or Ebay for twice, sometimes three times as much as I wanted to spend. At this rate I'll be lucky to find it in time for Christmas.
I could go on and on, but you get the idea. But it still comes down to just one thing. I still love shopping, frustrations and all. ;-)
Monday, November 3, 2008
Halloween Come and Gone
I always have mixed emotions when Halloween comes around. I am thrilled that the holiday season has finally arrived, but I have so many preconceived notions about what each holiday is supposed to be like. And nothing ever goes as planned. I've learned to live with it, but I can't help but feel let down. And it's my own darn fault! :-)
I have to say, though, I don't like the direction that Halloween has taken. It's so difficult these days to find a decent costume, without making it, or having to modify it some way. Meri was Raggedy Anne, a costume we got a few years ago for Sarah, so she was covered head to toe, including a red yarn wig. (By the way, it was nice, for the first time in years, not to have to buy a costume this year. The most expensive purchase I had to make this year was $1.99. Yea!) I was looking at the adorable pictures of one of my neices that was dressed as Ariel. She had to wear a complete set of clothing under her costume just to keep covered, though. And I had a talk with my neighbor as we passed trick or treating. It was even harder for them to find something that wasn't designed to make an 8 year old look like a tart. Isn't it bad enough that everyday clothing is made to make little girls dress like a hoochie mama? Do we have to do it for Halloween, too?
So on the theme of no purchases for Halloween costumes, Sarah, at twelve, was off at her best friend's Halloween/birthday party, and was 'too old' to trick or treat, even though they did as a party. Andrew wore the costume size cowboy hat and a vest that Peter wore in second grade, and Benji wore a clown costume I bought last year for Andrew.
The best costume was Peter's, though. For a buck ninety-nine bottle of green tempera paint, we turned him into the Incredible Hulk. I painted him all over: belly, back, legs, even his hair. We also got to shred some clothes that were already destined for the garbage. Kendall did do some filming of the painting process, maybe I'll figure out how to post it at some point.
So we finally get everyone out the door, and mentally I'm thinking, 'Do we take a stroller, not take one? Hmmm....' But ultimately decide not to take it. Big mistake. We are only half way around the block and Andrew is done. I mean laying face down on the sidewalk, refusing to move, done. So in the end, Kendall carried him, I carried Benji, and Meri kept asking to go to one more house. I don't know why I keep expecting Norman Rockwell when I SO don't live there.
Now the serious partying begins....Christmas Shopping!!! (Got a real love/hate relationship with that, but that's another post.)
I have to say, though, I don't like the direction that Halloween has taken. It's so difficult these days to find a decent costume, without making it, or having to modify it some way. Meri was Raggedy Anne, a costume we got a few years ago for Sarah, so she was covered head to toe, including a red yarn wig. (By the way, it was nice, for the first time in years, not to have to buy a costume this year. The most expensive purchase I had to make this year was $1.99. Yea!) I was looking at the adorable pictures of one of my neices that was dressed as Ariel. She had to wear a complete set of clothing under her costume just to keep covered, though. And I had a talk with my neighbor as we passed trick or treating. It was even harder for them to find something that wasn't designed to make an 8 year old look like a tart. Isn't it bad enough that everyday clothing is made to make little girls dress like a hoochie mama? Do we have to do it for Halloween, too?
So on the theme of no purchases for Halloween costumes, Sarah, at twelve, was off at her best friend's Halloween/birthday party, and was 'too old' to trick or treat, even though they did as a party. Andrew wore the costume size cowboy hat and a vest that Peter wore in second grade, and Benji wore a clown costume I bought last year for Andrew.
The best costume was Peter's, though. For a buck ninety-nine bottle of green tempera paint, we turned him into the Incredible Hulk. I painted him all over: belly, back, legs, even his hair. We also got to shred some clothes that were already destined for the garbage. Kendall did do some filming of the painting process, maybe I'll figure out how to post it at some point.
So we finally get everyone out the door, and mentally I'm thinking, 'Do we take a stroller, not take one? Hmmm....' But ultimately decide not to take it. Big mistake. We are only half way around the block and Andrew is done. I mean laying face down on the sidewalk, refusing to move, done. So in the end, Kendall carried him, I carried Benji, and Meri kept asking to go to one more house. I don't know why I keep expecting Norman Rockwell when I SO don't live there.
Now the serious partying begins....Christmas Shopping!!! (Got a real love/hate relationship with that, but that's another post.)
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
New Experiences
I can't believe I'm actually posting twice in one month. That is definitely a new experience.
Other new experiences for the Oliphant family this week: Andrew had his cast removed. The saw was definitely too scary, all that noise right next to him. He had to have a second cast put on, just a short one, for two weeks. The x-rays showed one bone still wasn't healed enough. At least he wasn't screaming at the sight of his x-rays again.
Sarah has her first real cold of the year, and is staying home from school today. That meant I didn't have to wake everyone up and get Peter to school since Kendall took him to school instead of taking Sarah earlier. Oh, for the days of no morning driving!
Sarah is also participating in a special youth choir for the church. They've been rehearsing for the past month or so. This Saturday they are doing the audio recording at the conference center, and on the first week of November they are doing the video recordings. My understanding is that the recording will then be sent to stakes or wards all over North America for a New Year's celebration they are doing. She is growing up WAY too fast for my comfort.
Both Kendall and I have new callings. Kendall was called to be the new Cub Scout Pack leader a few months ago, which he finds he is actually enjoying. (Except for meetings, which he's never liked.)
I was called as the ward choir director just last week. I replaced a wonderful lady who was the director for 6 years and a former member of the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. Talk about intimidating. I haven't decided whether it will be fun or scary, but it will give me more reasons to visit Day Murray and get music. ;-) So I'm in charge of Christmas music...I hope no one is too disappointed in me or my choices. Talk about a growth experience!
Benji is old enough for nursery!!! That is just a joyful thing. Yea!!!!!!!! A great new experience for him (and Kendall and I, not having to deal with him during meetings anymore.)
I'll definitely have to do a Christmas playlist, though, since I'm having to be all musical now. :)
Other new experiences for the Oliphant family this week: Andrew had his cast removed. The saw was definitely too scary, all that noise right next to him. He had to have a second cast put on, just a short one, for two weeks. The x-rays showed one bone still wasn't healed enough. At least he wasn't screaming at the sight of his x-rays again.
Sarah has her first real cold of the year, and is staying home from school today. That meant I didn't have to wake everyone up and get Peter to school since Kendall took him to school instead of taking Sarah earlier. Oh, for the days of no morning driving!
Sarah is also participating in a special youth choir for the church. They've been rehearsing for the past month or so. This Saturday they are doing the audio recording at the conference center, and on the first week of November they are doing the video recordings. My understanding is that the recording will then be sent to stakes or wards all over North America for a New Year's celebration they are doing. She is growing up WAY too fast for my comfort.
Both Kendall and I have new callings. Kendall was called to be the new Cub Scout Pack leader a few months ago, which he finds he is actually enjoying. (Except for meetings, which he's never liked.)
I was called as the ward choir director just last week. I replaced a wonderful lady who was the director for 6 years and a former member of the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. Talk about intimidating. I haven't decided whether it will be fun or scary, but it will give me more reasons to visit Day Murray and get music. ;-) So I'm in charge of Christmas music...I hope no one is too disappointed in me or my choices. Talk about a growth experience!
Benji is old enough for nursery!!! That is just a joyful thing. Yea!!!!!!!! A great new experience for him (and Kendall and I, not having to deal with him during meetings anymore.)
I'll definitely have to do a Christmas playlist, though, since I'm having to be all musical now. :)
Friday, October 10, 2008
Tis the Season....
Last year as a Christmas gift for Kendall, I got together a group of people from our neighborhood (read: ward) and created a group of carolers. We didn't get started until November, but we were able to learn a few songs from our 'emerge' days to supplement hymns from the hymn book.
Well, we're starting again. It's so nice to be able to enjoy the sounds of the christmas season, with people who enjoy it as well. And hopefully, by starting earlier, we'll be able to learn a few more.
It's always so fun to go to Day Murray Music, to drool over all the music selections. I went on Wednesday while we were in Salt Lake to take Sarah and her cousin, Grace, to a Salt Lake Children's Choir rehersal. It would have been perfect, except for one thing...Benjamin. Our youngest definitely has no tolerance for car travel or being penned in a stroller. But Day Murray is DEFINITELY not a place to let a toddler run around. They do have a 'toy room', which looks like a converted closet (and feels like a church nursery), which entertained him about 18 seconds, until he realized I wasn't standing right behind him. I'd moved two feet away to look at music. So I had to rush through looking at music, and only had time to find one that we can use this season.
Talking about music, Kendall and I finally took time to figure out playlist.com. Kendall kept wanting to know what the catch was, how could we just add that music to our playlist, without having to pay for it. (Such a cynic!) So we went a little crazy, adding all kinds of music. And since I don't have the time or savvy to really figure out everything on blogging, Kendall got it on the blog for me. So if you're interested, you can peruse our music choices. In general, though, everything that sounds like it was written before 1960 is probably mine, while all the 80's heavy metal stuff is Kendall's (he has a soft spot for monster ballads). With a few exceptions, of course. The Queen addition was mine (I've been a closet Queen fan forever), and we mutually agree on More Than Words and Sister Christian. And somewhere in the middle is A Little Less Conversation by Elvis, and Jungle Love, both of which we associate with favorite episodes of "Everybody Loves Raymond". That show hits pretty close to home sometimes. We'll let you figure out whose family belongs to whom. ;-)
We also agreed on Into the West, from Return of the King, but I can't listen to it without crying, so I'll probably skip it when I'm just listening to it on my own. I might go all holiday, though, and make a Christmas list to have on during the season.
One happy thing...Football is over!!! Wahoo!!! I loved how enthusiastic Peter was about it, but boy, it sure is a drain with the time commitment. So I'm glad we can use that time for homework now. (And Kendall is thrilled he can finally watch a BYU game instead of listening in stolen moments.)
And one of these days we'll get some family photos up here...I just have to have someone walk me through it once. Or twice.
Well, we're starting again. It's so nice to be able to enjoy the sounds of the christmas season, with people who enjoy it as well. And hopefully, by starting earlier, we'll be able to learn a few more.
It's always so fun to go to Day Murray Music, to drool over all the music selections. I went on Wednesday while we were in Salt Lake to take Sarah and her cousin, Grace, to a Salt Lake Children's Choir rehersal. It would have been perfect, except for one thing...Benjamin. Our youngest definitely has no tolerance for car travel or being penned in a stroller. But Day Murray is DEFINITELY not a place to let a toddler run around. They do have a 'toy room', which looks like a converted closet (and feels like a church nursery), which entertained him about 18 seconds, until he realized I wasn't standing right behind him. I'd moved two feet away to look at music. So I had to rush through looking at music, and only had time to find one that we can use this season.
Talking about music, Kendall and I finally took time to figure out playlist.com. Kendall kept wanting to know what the catch was, how could we just add that music to our playlist, without having to pay for it. (Such a cynic!) So we went a little crazy, adding all kinds of music. And since I don't have the time or savvy to really figure out everything on blogging, Kendall got it on the blog for me. So if you're interested, you can peruse our music choices. In general, though, everything that sounds like it was written before 1960 is probably mine, while all the 80's heavy metal stuff is Kendall's (he has a soft spot for monster ballads). With a few exceptions, of course. The Queen addition was mine (I've been a closet Queen fan forever), and we mutually agree on More Than Words and Sister Christian. And somewhere in the middle is A Little Less Conversation by Elvis, and Jungle Love, both of which we associate with favorite episodes of "Everybody Loves Raymond". That show hits pretty close to home sometimes. We'll let you figure out whose family belongs to whom. ;-)
We also agreed on Into the West, from Return of the King, but I can't listen to it without crying, so I'll probably skip it when I'm just listening to it on my own. I might go all holiday, though, and make a Christmas list to have on during the season.
One happy thing...Football is over!!! Wahoo!!! I loved how enthusiastic Peter was about it, but boy, it sure is a drain with the time commitment. So I'm glad we can use that time for homework now. (And Kendall is thrilled he can finally watch a BYU game instead of listening in stolen moments.)
And one of these days we'll get some family photos up here...I just have to have someone walk me through it once. Or twice.
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