Here is a tid-bit of info that might be surprising to some of you (considering my father often refers to me as a Bolshevik): I voted for John McCain, and what is more, I voted for Ron Paul. Wrap your mind around that one, but yes it is true. Good ol' RP is my representative and he ran unopposed and I am just not one of those people.
J-Bell: Andrea mentioned the famous "happy noise" in conjunction with my previous post about Joshua Bell. I of course made that noise (again, very hard to describe unless you have heard a velociraptor recently), but it came at a very unexpected time. I was in the office of some of my co-workers talking about the Joshy and they were trying to convince me that some fiddler on you-tube was better. I made them watch some concert and the moment he walked out on the stage with the conductor, "ARAAGGHHAAAUUU!" Russell nearly fell out of his chair. It felt really good to have such a huge release of excitement, I am pretty sure I haven't 'happy noised' in at least 10 months. Anyway, the concert was beyond amazing. I have never heard anything as beautiful in my entire life and that fingered harmonics section was impeccable.
The job: let's say it like it is. This whole situation really sucks and there are a lot of unanswered questions that run through my mind constantly. I really thought that I would stay my whole career with Dow, obviously that is not the case anymore, but I still believe I was suppose to work here. This is my last week at work and even though I become more disenchanted with Dow everyday, I weep just thinking about leaving the people here. I am dreading saying those goodbye words at the safety meeting on Thursday.
My little dears: They are cuter than ever, especially now that Phineas' chlamydia infection has cleared up. I really love the mornings that I am home and I get to watch them play and wrestle. They have figured out that a really good "uncle" move is to bite your opponent between the legs. Boys will be boys. Over the last two days Phineas has destroyed two rolls of paper towels and swats at Reuben when he tries to get in on the fun. But when it is time to settle down they both love their mommy time that is full of cuddles and kisses.
Baby white tigers: I saw an alligator at the park yesterday and it made me feel like I am more of a baby jaguar kind of person. I think it might have been when the alligator was going for the snake but dropped it mid-meal. I don't know, I am still undecided. Actually, I think I am just insecure playing limbo at rollerskating rinks. Unless of course Sterling is there doing the Baby White Tiger.
Church: I love my callings, to the MAX!!! I love doing singing time. Those kids have the most beautiful voices I have ever heard. I will really miss them. Yesterday at church was pretty special. First, during sacrament Stormy grabs my shoe and takes a huge whiff of it. "Stormy, what the heck?" "What? it doesn't smell bad. But, let me tell you, don't smell Cumorah's! She barfed on hers on Friday." Then before sunday school I went out to my car to get my scriptures and it was a bit windy. My skirt definitely flew all the way up. It reminded me of the wonderful time in SLC with Sterling, except I wasn't as in tune with the spirit:) What a good sunday!
