Scorching the World

Although nobody tagged me, here is my list. 25 Things you don't know about me and didn't care enough to ask: 1. Every single minute of every single day and all night long I always have a song in my head 2. I have several recurring dreams of certain houses that are so specific I can draw the house plans. 3. I Hate shopping with a capital H. 4. I don't care so much for chocolate 5. I don’t enjoy reading 6. In spite of that, I own 6 pair of reading glasses 7. I’m never in the bathroom long enough to read anything. 8. I LOVE lists 9. I used to think Wisconsin was a foreign country. 10. I love boxes better than whatever comes in them. 11. I love all things sparkly 12. No matter how much I eat, I just can’t seem to gain weight. 13. I don’t really need more money. We are just fine on what we are making now. 14. Actually, someone could cut our income in half and we’d still be fine. 15. As a matter of fact, if someone gave me a winning multi-million dollar lottery ticket, I'd pr...

In about 1983 when my Mom had a stroke, Carma and I left Utah to go to California to be with her. While was gone, Tom took care of home and kids. At one point, he had the kids write to me, and Mike wrote: Dear Mommy, I love you. yesterday me and daddy went to the bank and I cached a cheak of $21.00. I spent $1.00 on a gun and a mint. Love Michael On the other side of the letter he drew a picture It is of him using his gun. But I have a question. Is that an apple on my head, or did he just shoot me? It sure shows how long he has loved guns!

We've known we needed to replace our roof any day now ever since we moved in this house 8 years ago, but because of lack of $$$, we keep putting it off "one more year." But Tom was always going to go into the attic and at least patch what he could, but never got around to it. It got so we could see spots of light through the ceiling in the game room where there isn't really a ceiling, and there are water marks in the light fixture in the office where the water has come through, and also in the master bathroom. But every winter when it is raining, Tom can't go up there, and in the summer it is too hot, and doesn't need fixed when it isn't raining (just like the old song-Manana!) Every time the wind blows, it blows off more of our wood tiles, and when they come off, the tear a hole in the tar paper and lets more rain in. Anyway, finally last week, Tom went into the attic and sprayed insulation foam into each hole. But he saw more than 50 little streams of li...

My kids have teased me about it for years. Now I'm ready to admit, I'm a paintaholic. I love painting. Yes, I love painting artisticly, too, but right now I'm talking about architectural painting. I love the smell of paint, and I love how different things look when they're freshly painted. What a difference! Ok, so first I looked for a good neutral color in the oops paints at Lowes and Home Depot for months, but finally found a sort of tan at Walmart! Happiness! I painted my office walls. It looks soooo much better. It actually looks almost pumpkin, but good. It inspired me to re-arrange some of the stuff in the office and de-clutter a lot. Then it also inspired me to dig out some of the fabrics I have and slipcover my couch, put cloth covers on some boxes, and little touches like that. The office looks so much better. There is more I could do to make it better, but probably not without throwing half of Tom's stuff away and buying new furniture. Ok, then the next ti...

I sure am tired of practicing the organ. I have to do it EVERY stinkin day. Rain or shine. Healthy or sick. (I haven't really been sick, but it sounds good to put that in there.) I've tried to learn to play the piano many times throughout my life. I remember starting when I was a teenager. We always had a piano even nobody actually was a pianist. Nobody took lessons. But we all knew music, so we could play ON the piano and it was fun. So every now and then through my life, I've decided to really learn it, and I've started to practice, but every time I would get tired of what feels like banging my head against the wall to make my fingers and brain do something so hard. It really is hard. I have to play the same hymns over and over and over. I have to work the same passages over and over and over. Then eventually, I get so I can almost play it without mistakes, and then I get so I can almost play it without stopping, and then I get so I can almost play it right with the m...

I don't think I ever felt deprived for not having a coat that I loved cause what is the big deal about a coat? You wear it when you don't want to be cold. But now I have this really cute coat that I love so much. I was so happy when it got cold enough to wear the cute little thing. For the first time in my life I have a coat I really love. It is a Simply Vera. Its so cute. (did I mention it is so cute?) It has cute little curved bottom front, and cute pleats on the sleeves, and a cute back flap with buttons, and I didn't even show the buttons that are fabric. It is on the hanger because it frankly looks much better on the hanger than on me.

I'm gonna win the HGTV dream home. For the first time it is in California, and it is in Sonoma, instead of somewhere really far away, so why not? It is beautiful and comes fully furnished and with a car and dog house. What more could I want? Course there are some things I would sell off right away, like the 2 wine refrigerators, and the multiple wine racks throughout the house. Even though it is in wine country, there are other things Sonoma is good for. I would have to bring a few things from my old house: I need a piano, my flute, our Chilean souvenirs that would replace their generic-Sonoma-themed decor and stuff like that. Everything else here could be sold or donated. I can handle that. Now I just have to win it. Sounds like a great plan to me.

I just can't get excited about Facebook. I keep forgetting to check it, and when I do, I wonder why I need to know what every person on it is doing right now. Anyway, Tanya gave me a mini-training course on it, so I can do it better. I feel a need to be up-to-date technologically, so I feel self-imposed pressure to 'do' facebook. It is all fun and games, I know, and I'm trying. What I decided about myself because of this experience is that I'd rather be a spy than a friend. There are people I'd like to check on Facebook to see what they're doing, but I don't necessarily want them to know I'm watching. I can't think of anybody from my past that I would like to keep up with, and I'm pretty sure nobody else my age is posting on the internet. So the whole thing is pretty funny to me.

Sounds like a good title for a song. Tom never remembers his dreams. Or else he never dreams. How would one ever know which one it is? I frequently remember very vividly my dreams. Its always just one per night. I never remember more than one, so does that mean I only have 1 dream per night? Or am I only able to remember one of the thousands from each night? Interesting thought. Anyway, last week I dreamed that I was leading music in Sacrament meeting, and I couldn't find the hymn book, and didn't have a list of what hymns we were supposed to sing, or they weren't in my book. The whole congregation was waiting while I tried to find the page of the hymn so we could sing it. It was a really frustrating and unsettling dream. The funny thing is I don't lead music in Sac mtg any more. I play the piano, and I'm WAY more nervous about that than I ever was about leading. Last night I dreamed something entirely different. It was like watching a movie. I wasn't in it. The...