One day after work I told Paul that I felt "Wimpy Wimpy Wimpy" ... He'd never seen this commercial before.. so here it is.
We walk around saying this all the time.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Holding Hands Around The World.
Sundays are generally really great days. Since we've been moved to the 9 o'clock session of church, we've been late, and tempted just to stay home. It's nice because sacrament meeting is last in our stake so even if we're late, we still get to go to sacrament meeting. I don't always enjoy RS or Sunday School... But I usually love Sacrament. Last week was no exception.
We had Ward Conference last week. We got there a little late, but in time to get almost all of the lesson in the first two hours. The sacrament meeting started off with all the primary kids singing "Holding Hands Around The World". It was SO cute. They were belting it out. Then we had some really good speakers with great talks.
After church we came home for a while then headed down to Midlothian to check out the house we're moving into in a week and a half then headed to Steve and Jamie's house for dinner and to see Jordan ordained as an Elder.
That was so amazing. Everyone was doing there own thing, being their noisy selves, the kids were running around... but when it came time to ordain Jordan, everything calmed down instantly. You could feel the spirit so strong and you could tell that the men ordaining him really had the keys to do it. I loved sitting there listening. It was so peaceful and warming.
I love Sundays and always have, but it's days like last Sunday that really make life a little easier through out the week.
We had Ward Conference last week. We got there a little late, but in time to get almost all of the lesson in the first two hours. The sacrament meeting started off with all the primary kids singing "Holding Hands Around The World". It was SO cute. They were belting it out. Then we had some really good speakers with great talks.
After church we came home for a while then headed down to Midlothian to check out the house we're moving into in a week and a half then headed to Steve and Jamie's house for dinner and to see Jordan ordained as an Elder.
That was so amazing. Everyone was doing there own thing, being their noisy selves, the kids were running around... but when it came time to ordain Jordan, everything calmed down instantly. You could feel the spirit so strong and you could tell that the men ordaining him really had the keys to do it. I loved sitting there listening. It was so peaceful and warming.
I love Sundays and always have, but it's days like last Sunday that really make life a little easier through out the week.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
A hilarious email.
Usually, I don't post stories. I got this from my aunt which means most of you have already read it, but it made me laugh so hard I couldn't resist.
Enjoy.
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THIS IS A STORY ABOUT A COUPLE WHO HAD BEEN HAPPILY MARRIED FOR YEARS.
THE ONLY FRICTION IN THEIR MARRIAGE WAS THE HUSBAND'S HABIT OF FARTING
LOUDLY EVERY MORNING WHEN HE AWOKE. THE NOISE WOULD WAKE HIS WIFE AND THE SMELL WOULD MAKE HER EYES WATER AND MAKE HER GASP FOR AIR.
EVERY MORNING SHE WOULD PLEAD WITH HIM TO STOP RIPPING THEM OFF BECAUSE IT WAS MAKING HER SICK. HE TOLD HER HE COULDN'T STOP IT, AND THAT IT WAS PERFECTLY NATURAL. SHE TOLD HIM TO SEE A DOCTOR. SHE WAS CONCERNED THAT ONE DAY HE WOULD BLOW HIS GUTS OUT.
THE YEARS WENT BY AND HE CONTINUED TO RIP THEM OUT. THEN ONE
THANKSGIVING MORNING AS SHE WAS PREPARING THE TURKEY FOR DINNER, AND HE WAS UPSTAIRS SOUND ASLEEP, SHE LOOKED AT THE INNARDS OF THE TURKEY - NECK, GIZZARD, LIVER AND ALL THE SPARE PARTS. A MALICIOUS THOUGHT CAME TO HER.
SHE TOOK THE BOWL AND WENT UPSTAIRS WHERE HER HUSBAND WAS SOUND ASLEEP, AND GENTLY PULLING THE BED COVERS BACK, SHE PULLED BACK THE ELASTIC WAISTBAND OF HIS UNDERPANTS AND EMPTIED THE BOWL OF TURKEY GUTS INTO HIS SHORTS.
SOME TIME LATER SHE HEARD HER HUSBAND WAKEN WITH HIS USUAL TRUMPETING
WHICH WAS FOLLOWED BY A BLOOD CURDLING SCREAM AND THE SOUND OF FRANTIC FOOT STEPS AS HE RAN INTO THE BATH ROOM. THE WIFE COULD HARDLY CONTROL HERSELF AS SHE ROLLED ON THE FLOOR LAUGHING, TEARS IN HER EYES! AFTER YEARS OF TORTURE SHE RECKONED SHE HAD GOTTEN HIM BACK PRETTY GOOD.
ABOUT TWENTY MINUTES LATER, HER HUSBAND CAME DOWNSTAIRS IN HIS
BLOODSTAINED UNDERPANTS WITH A LOOK OF HORROR ON HIS FACE. SHE BIT HER LIP AS SHE ASKED HIM WHAT WAS THE MATTER.
HE SAID, 'HONEY YOU WERE RIGHT. ALL THESE YEARS YOU HAVE WARNED ME AND I
DIDN'T LISTEN TO YOU'.
'WHAT DO YOU MEAN?' ASKED HIS WIFE.
'WELL, YOU ALWAYS TOLD ME THAT ONE DAY I WOULD END UP FARTING MY GUTS OUT,
AND TODAY IT FINALLY HAPPENED. BUT BY THE GRACE OF GOD, SOME VASELINE AND TWO FINGERS. I THINK I GOT MOST OF THEM BACK IN.
Enjoy.
________________________
THIS IS A STORY ABOUT A COUPLE WHO HAD BEEN HAPPILY MARRIED FOR YEARS.
THE ONLY FRICTION IN THEIR MARRIAGE WAS THE HUSBAND'S HABIT OF FARTING
LOUDLY EVERY MORNING WHEN HE AWOKE. THE NOISE WOULD WAKE HIS WIFE AND THE SMELL WOULD MAKE HER EYES WATER AND MAKE HER GASP FOR AIR.
EVERY MORNING SHE WOULD PLEAD WITH HIM TO STOP RIPPING THEM OFF BECAUSE IT WAS MAKING HER SICK. HE TOLD HER HE COULDN'T STOP IT, AND THAT IT WAS PERFECTLY NATURAL. SHE TOLD HIM TO SEE A DOCTOR. SHE WAS CONCERNED THAT ONE DAY HE WOULD BLOW HIS GUTS OUT.
THE YEARS WENT BY AND HE CONTINUED TO RIP THEM OUT. THEN ONE
THANKSGIVING MORNING AS SHE WAS PREPARING THE TURKEY FOR DINNER, AND HE WAS UPSTAIRS SOUND ASLEEP, SHE LOOKED AT THE INNARDS OF THE TURKEY - NECK, GIZZARD, LIVER AND ALL THE SPARE PARTS. A MALICIOUS THOUGHT CAME TO HER.
SHE TOOK THE BOWL AND WENT UPSTAIRS WHERE HER HUSBAND WAS SOUND ASLEEP, AND GENTLY PULLING THE BED COVERS BACK, SHE PULLED BACK THE ELASTIC WAISTBAND OF HIS UNDERPANTS AND EMPTIED THE BOWL OF TURKEY GUTS INTO HIS SHORTS.
SOME TIME LATER SHE HEARD HER HUSBAND WAKEN WITH HIS USUAL TRUMPETING
WHICH WAS FOLLOWED BY A BLOOD CURDLING SCREAM AND THE SOUND OF FRANTIC FOOT STEPS AS HE RAN INTO THE BATH ROOM. THE WIFE COULD HARDLY CONTROL HERSELF AS SHE ROLLED ON THE FLOOR LAUGHING, TEARS IN HER EYES! AFTER YEARS OF TORTURE SHE RECKONED SHE HAD GOTTEN HIM BACK PRETTY GOOD.
ABOUT TWENTY MINUTES LATER, HER HUSBAND CAME DOWNSTAIRS IN HIS
BLOODSTAINED UNDERPANTS WITH A LOOK OF HORROR ON HIS FACE. SHE BIT HER LIP AS SHE ASKED HIM WHAT WAS THE MATTER.
HE SAID, 'HONEY YOU WERE RIGHT. ALL THESE YEARS YOU HAVE WARNED ME AND I
DIDN'T LISTEN TO YOU'.
'WHAT DO YOU MEAN?' ASKED HIS WIFE.
'WELL, YOU ALWAYS TOLD ME THAT ONE DAY I WOULD END UP FARTING MY GUTS OUT,
AND TODAY IT FINALLY HAPPENED. BUT BY THE GRACE OF GOD, SOME VASELINE AND TWO FINGERS. I THINK I GOT MOST OF THEM BACK IN.
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
My Hero......
I come home last night and see Paul. Usually, it's a "HI MARLS!" with a hug and a kiss and a "How was your day?" Yesterday I got the "HI MARLS!" But it was as he wizzes by with a plunger in his hand. Oh boy. This is going to be good. He's super excited though so I went to see what was up.
Paul had thrown a ton of lettuce in the disposal and it clogged. Bad. He'd called Steve to see what he should do and Steve told him to grab the plunger.... so he grabbed the plunger and headed to the sink!
So he's busy plunging the sink and I was a little upset because everything under the sink is soaked with lettuce water. But he was super excited about fixing something big. I had to laugh.
So to make a long story short, we have a sink that drains now, and my Paul fixed it all by himself!!!
haha...
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