I love a good romantic movie. I can watch them over and over!! And I do, (much to my husbands chagrin)!
Here are my top 9--in no particular order:
Some Kind of Wonderful
Pride and Prejudice
The American President
A Walk to Remember
The Notebook
You've Got Mail
Sleepless in Seattle
While You Were Sleeping
Charley
Of course this makes me remember Top Gun, which I watched at least 100 times with Jennifer in high school and college. We even had a few favorite scenes marked and we would fast forward to them if we were in a hurry and didn't have time to watch the whole movie. Yes, I will have to add Top Gun.
Any others I am leaving out??
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Beware, boring post!
You know your life is boring when the most exciting thing that you can think of to blog about is your laundry. Seriously. But never-the-less, that is what is has come to.
I have more laundry than anyone else I know. I also have more children than almost everyone I know, hence the laundry. And my children create laundry.
We have school uniforms here, (nothing hard, a polo shirt and jeans or tan pants). When I was in school, a polo shirt was cool but since it is required at school, my children must change as soon as they get home--they can not be seen in a polo shirt out of school. The also change clothes for sports, wear new PJ's every night, use new towels every time they shower, (despite my begging), and just generally make laundry.
Our washer and dryer are about 13 years old. They are the old style of washer and dryer, but they have served us well. It is our joke that the people who can afford to buy a front load washer don't really need one and those of us who really need one have better things to spend our money on.
My parents, for example, have a front loader. They wash about the same amount of laundry in one week that I do in one day. Yet they have the front loader. It is a benefit of surviving four children and seeing them all move on to support themselves--they can finally afford a nice washer and dryer.
Well, my dryer broke on Saturday. This is very bad, (which I'm sure is obvious, but just in case).
Craig, who has fixed the dryer numerous times, announces it's sad death and I secretly rejoice inside. I have the money for a new washer but I hate to buy one when we have one that works.
I look on line, compare consumer reports and all other consumer ratings I can find, and finally make a decision on the model that I want. I compare prices on line and find the best price at an online store. Free shipping.
The problem is, I need a washer and dryer NOW. I mean a few days without a washer and dryer here and I may NEVER catch up.
I read in the paper on Sunday that Home Depot will match any ad price. There is a Home Depot just a few blocks from my house. Yesterday I go to Home Depot, with the computer printout in hand. I talk to the man there, he won't match the price. It irritates me. I leave.
I then go to Sears. I show them the ad. Not only do they match the price, but they give me 10% of the difference between their price and the price I found online. Yeah Sears!!
The funny thing is that the price difference at Sears was about $220.00 each and the price difference at Home Depot was only about $40.00 each. Home Depot was on sale with an extra $100.00 off for buying white. Yet they lost the sale.
I am happy with Sears and plan to shop there in the future.
I know, boring post.
I have more laundry than anyone else I know. I also have more children than almost everyone I know, hence the laundry. And my children create laundry.
We have school uniforms here, (nothing hard, a polo shirt and jeans or tan pants). When I was in school, a polo shirt was cool but since it is required at school, my children must change as soon as they get home--they can not be seen in a polo shirt out of school. The also change clothes for sports, wear new PJ's every night, use new towels every time they shower, (despite my begging), and just generally make laundry.
Our washer and dryer are about 13 years old. They are the old style of washer and dryer, but they have served us well. It is our joke that the people who can afford to buy a front load washer don't really need one and those of us who really need one have better things to spend our money on.
My parents, for example, have a front loader. They wash about the same amount of laundry in one week that I do in one day. Yet they have the front loader. It is a benefit of surviving four children and seeing them all move on to support themselves--they can finally afford a nice washer and dryer.
Well, my dryer broke on Saturday. This is very bad, (which I'm sure is obvious, but just in case).
Craig, who has fixed the dryer numerous times, announces it's sad death and I secretly rejoice inside. I have the money for a new washer but I hate to buy one when we have one that works.
I look on line, compare consumer reports and all other consumer ratings I can find, and finally make a decision on the model that I want. I compare prices on line and find the best price at an online store. Free shipping.
The problem is, I need a washer and dryer NOW. I mean a few days without a washer and dryer here and I may NEVER catch up.
I read in the paper on Sunday that Home Depot will match any ad price. There is a Home Depot just a few blocks from my house. Yesterday I go to Home Depot, with the computer printout in hand. I talk to the man there, he won't match the price. It irritates me. I leave.
I then go to Sears. I show them the ad. Not only do they match the price, but they give me 10% of the difference between their price and the price I found online. Yeah Sears!!
The funny thing is that the price difference at Sears was about $220.00 each and the price difference at Home Depot was only about $40.00 each. Home Depot was on sale with an extra $100.00 off for buying white. Yet they lost the sale.
I am happy with Sears and plan to shop there in the future.
I know, boring post.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
President Obama
I love politics and I always love presidential inaugurations. I love this country and it is so amazing to see a peaceful transfer of power after a nation has exercised their right to vote. We are so lucky to live here in the United States!
I have watched each inauguration with wonder and awe and gratitude, but today there was also a deep sense of pride in how far we have come as a nation and a great hope in what the future can hold for us. I love that we elected an African-American president.
A few of the things that he said that I liked were:
"We remain a young nation, but in the words of Scripture, the time has come to set aside childish things. The time has come to reaffirm our enduring spirit; to choose our better history; to carry forward that precious gift, that noble idea, passed on from generation to generation: the God-given promise that all are equal, all are free, and all deserve a chance to pursue their full measure of happiness. "
"For as much as government can do and must do, it is ultimately the faith and determination of the American people upon which this nation relies. It is the kindness to take in a stranger when the levees break, the selflessness of workers who would rather cut their hours than see a friend lose their job which sees us through our darkest hours. It is the firefighter's courage to storm a stairway filled with smoke, but also a parent's willingness to nurture a child, that finally decides our fate."
"Our challenges may be new. The instruments with which we meet them may be new. But those values upon which our success depends - hard work and honesty, courage and fair play, tolerance and curiosity, loyalty and patriotism - these things are old. These things are true. They have been the quiet force of progress throughout our history. What is demanded then is a return to these truths. What is required of us now is a new era of responsibility - a recognition, on the part of every American, that we have duties to ourselves, our nation, and the world, duties that we do not grudgingly accept but rather seize gladly, firm in the knowledge that there is nothing so satisfying to the spirit, so defining of our character, than giving our all to a difficult task."
"This is the source of our confidence - the knowledge that God calls on us to shape an uncertain destiny. "
There are also several things that I like about this incoming President. One of them is his call for each of us to find a way to serve. I love that he sees that this can change a nation and that we can all do our part to make a difference--it it up to each of us, not just our government, to change the circumstances around us. I also love that he is trying to get communities to organize themselves and providing venues, such as websites, for people to share their service ideas and experiences with each other.
I love his wife! I love thier relationship with each other and with their children. I love that this incredibally smart and capable woman has said that her first priority is her children and family. What a great example to each of us!
I think that no matter what your personal political feelings are, todays events were moving and that this is a great chance for us to unify and see where our nation can go!
Horray for the USA!!!!!
Sunday, January 18, 2009
The Organ
I am a crier. I mean a real crier!
I can make myself cry, sitting here at the computer. All I have to do is think of the birth of one of my children, or my sister and how great she is, or what great friends I have, or Craig, and how much he does for our family, or anything even slightly sentimental.
I will also cry with you. I can really be happy, not in the least sad, but if you cry, I do not want you to do it alone. I cry at TV, at church, at a good moving, watching my kids sleep. It's bad. My kids make fun of me.
I try not to do it!
Sheila came down for a visit and while she was here we sat around and played a bunch of our favorite songs on the ipod. We were all singing and laughing and, yes, I got all teary. Katie looked over at me and said in her most bewildered voice, "Are you crying?" (By the way, it wasn't even a real cry, just a few tears). They all laughed!
Tori has been learning to play the organ. For those of you who are musically illiterate like me, the organ is like the piano but in addition to playing the keys with your hands, (many rows of keys by the way, depending on your organ), there are keys just like the ones on the piano keyboard that you play with your feet.
On the organs that they have at our church, there are two rows of hand keys and the foot pedals. The hand keys must be played but there is a cheat button on the organ. If you turn it on, you do not need to play the feet. Apparently a persons who knows something about music can tell the difference, but I can not. As a matter of fact, I think they try to keep the cheat key a secret because people can't tell the difference anyway.
Tori's piano teacher plays the organ in our ward and she has been teaching Tori so that Tori can play when she is gone. Right now if she leaves we only have piano music, (which seems fine to me but apparently people like the organ). Tori loves it!
Her piano teacher told me, however, that Tori is a purist and will not use the cheat button. She loves to play with her feet. Now Marie, (her piano teacher), and Tori have a friendly competition going to see who can learn the most songs with their feet. They are so funny, they both think that it is so much fun!
Today, Tori played the closing song in sacrament meeting. Marie had to leave early and so she asked Tori to play. At the end of every sacrament meeting they always thank the music people and today they thanked Marie and announced that Tori would be filling in for her because she had to leave early.
I immediately start to cry. (By the way, I never know I am about to cry. You would think I would after all this time but it still catches me by surprise!). I also start to sweat because I can see how nervous she is and I am nervous too--she hates to be the center of attention, except of course at home, where she is the only one who exists in her mind--true of all my children by the way, but I digress). Of course, I assume it is just me because, I always cry, and then I look around. Others are crying too. Craig is teary, His mom and dad are crying, my friend in front of us who works with Tori in young women's--crying! I see her Sunday school teachers, (a couple), crying. Of course, this makes my cry harder!
She was fabulous! I love moments like that!
She did tell me later though, that if it was going to make everyone cry to have her play the organ it might be better if she didn't play at church :).
I can make myself cry, sitting here at the computer. All I have to do is think of the birth of one of my children, or my sister and how great she is, or what great friends I have, or Craig, and how much he does for our family, or anything even slightly sentimental.
I will also cry with you. I can really be happy, not in the least sad, but if you cry, I do not want you to do it alone. I cry at TV, at church, at a good moving, watching my kids sleep. It's bad. My kids make fun of me.
I try not to do it!
Sheila came down for a visit and while she was here we sat around and played a bunch of our favorite songs on the ipod. We were all singing and laughing and, yes, I got all teary. Katie looked over at me and said in her most bewildered voice, "Are you crying?" (By the way, it wasn't even a real cry, just a few tears). They all laughed!
Tori has been learning to play the organ. For those of you who are musically illiterate like me, the organ is like the piano but in addition to playing the keys with your hands, (many rows of keys by the way, depending on your organ), there are keys just like the ones on the piano keyboard that you play with your feet.
On the organs that they have at our church, there are two rows of hand keys and the foot pedals. The hand keys must be played but there is a cheat button on the organ. If you turn it on, you do not need to play the feet. Apparently a persons who knows something about music can tell the difference, but I can not. As a matter of fact, I think they try to keep the cheat key a secret because people can't tell the difference anyway.
Tori's piano teacher plays the organ in our ward and she has been teaching Tori so that Tori can play when she is gone. Right now if she leaves we only have piano music, (which seems fine to me but apparently people like the organ). Tori loves it!
Her piano teacher told me, however, that Tori is a purist and will not use the cheat button. She loves to play with her feet. Now Marie, (her piano teacher), and Tori have a friendly competition going to see who can learn the most songs with their feet. They are so funny, they both think that it is so much fun!
Today, Tori played the closing song in sacrament meeting. Marie had to leave early and so she asked Tori to play. At the end of every sacrament meeting they always thank the music people and today they thanked Marie and announced that Tori would be filling in for her because she had to leave early.
I immediately start to cry. (By the way, I never know I am about to cry. You would think I would after all this time but it still catches me by surprise!). I also start to sweat because I can see how nervous she is and I am nervous too--she hates to be the center of attention, except of course at home, where she is the only one who exists in her mind--true of all my children by the way, but I digress). Of course, I assume it is just me because, I always cry, and then I look around. Others are crying too. Craig is teary, His mom and dad are crying, my friend in front of us who works with Tori in young women's--crying! I see her Sunday school teachers, (a couple), crying. Of course, this makes my cry harder!
She was fabulous! I love moments like that!
She did tell me later though, that if it was going to make everyone cry to have her play the organ it might be better if she didn't play at church :).
Friday, January 16, 2009
Nothing to say
I go through long periods when I don't post because my life is so boring and I don't carry a camera around with me.
I mean I try. I take the camera. It just turns out the battery is dead, or I left the card in the computer, or I put the camera in the car and then drove the other car. You get the picture.
And my life is busy...just boring.
I mean, who wants to hear about homework, throw-up, carpools, dirty bathrooms and massive amounts of extra curricular activities?
I am going to try to be better about posting though. I mean, surely, I have something to say! I know that I have said this before but seriously, I am giving up the notion that every post must have a picture and lowering my standards to a picture a week or so.
How does that sound?
I mean I try. I take the camera. It just turns out the battery is dead, or I left the card in the computer, or I put the camera in the car and then drove the other car. You get the picture.
And my life is busy...just boring.
I mean, who wants to hear about homework, throw-up, carpools, dirty bathrooms and massive amounts of extra curricular activities?
I am going to try to be better about posting though. I mean, surely, I have something to say! I know that I have said this before but seriously, I am giving up the notion that every post must have a picture and lowering my standards to a picture a week or so.
How does that sound?
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