Lost?

This weekend I went to a Women in Business Conference.  It was a great experience, and I met some incredible women.  This was also the first weekend I’ve ever left Scott alone for such a long time.  I got texts throughout the conference saying things like, “I killed a wasps nest with a cinderblock!”  and, “I painted the shed, but I think it looks really bad.”  It’s a good thing I don’t leave him unattended very often.

Anyway, I came home and we realized that Scott’s wedding ring was missing.  Of course this happens on a day when I haven’t been home and know nothing about his whereabouts.  Of course this happens on a day when he has been wandering through the entire house searching for a paint roller.  Of course this happens on a day when he was ripping water-proofing off the shed and painting it in our backyard.  Basically, it could have been anywhere.  We searched all the normal spots in the house (and a lot of other weird spots that I thought were inspirational, but can only be attributed to a wild imagination).  We searched outside.  I even searched through the trash can, while wearing church clothes.  We searched outside again. 

Finally, during our 4^th comb through the backyard, I spotted it plain-as-day on a bare patch of dirt by the shed.  You can bet I did a victory dance.

This is Halloween.

You are probably all dying to know what Halloween festivities go on at the Foley home.  Here’s the scoop:

1.       We bought pumpkins a few weeks ago, and made plans to carve them one night.  Then we decided we didn’t want to do that, so we made plans to carve them a different night.  Then we decided we didn’t want to do that, so we made plans to carve them a different night.  Lather, rinse, repeat.  We’ll probably procrastinate until Halloween to actually do this.  If not, they will remain decorations for the concrete out front.

2.        Our plans for Halloween night (after the inevitable pumpkin carving) include hiding out in our basement and watching the X-Files.  Ever since we got our DVR, Scott has been waiting for this movie to come on TV.  I’ve only seen the first few minutes which included cavemen and a freaky alien.  Despite my “Dudo que extreterrestres existen” mantra, I will probably get scared; and Scott will pay by holding my hand all night. 

3.       I plan to bake something with pumpkin in it.  While I’m on the subject, I have to say I have no idea how canned pumpkin comes from actual pumpkins.  Have you seen the two?  They are nothing alike.  Anyway, I like pumpkin things, so I’ll have to visit Pinterest and see what the hot pumpkin items are this year.  I’ll probably be using the canned “pumpkin” variety.

Modern miracle.

4.       We’re a bit late heading up the canyon to admire the leaves, but we’ll probably do that this weekend as well.  Maybe we’ll even take some photos that don’t have the temple in the background.  It’s always good to branch out.

So, there you have it.  You may have come to the conclusion that we’re not Halloween fanatics.  I put out a Halloween dish towel, but that’s about as festive as it gets.  Bring on Thanksgiving!

Fall

Music to My Ears

Scott sings to me sometimes (usually either really late at night or really early in the morning).  Sometimes the songs are originals, and sometimes they are existing treasures.  I usually can’t tell the difference, because his pick of existing songs is pretty…unique.  Here are some typical melodies I get to hear:

Dance Moves are Usually Not Included:

No, I'm not Irish:

"When I was 26, I found my first love":

I’m not sure how many times he’s seen these videos or why the songs are stuck in his memory, but I sure do love my husband.  Haha.

Primary Program

The Primary Program is happening in my ward one week from tomorrow.  Let me tell you how that has been going for my class.  We practice this thing during Sharing Time, and the kids go crazy.  My class is on the front row, which means that when their "choir seats" collapse on them, and their feet shoot into the air by their heads, everyone gets to see it.  Also, my class just can't process the whole "stand up," "sit down" thing the chorister does.  (Let's be honest here--they aren't singing anyway, so just let them sit or stand however they like.)  Anyway, the program is pretty much madness, but I do get pretty excited when William gets up there and shouts his part: "You can get married in the temple!"  Or when Candice says, "In the temple, you can feel............PEACE."  She always remembers it eventually.

Helping out with the program reminds me of this video: The interviews start at 1:09. :)

Me v. The HBLL

Keeping myself well fed at school is somewhat of a challenge at times because the best study areas are supposedly no-food zones.  This means that people like me have to get creative when eating lunch.  I used to think that you could just whip out some quiet food in the library, and no one would think anything of it, but I’ve been caught by the “library police” several times.   I am pretty sure the girl that used to study across from me turned me in on some sort of fraud hotline.

Anyway, this last week, I had a study room scheduled and I planned to eat in there.  The room fell through though, so I was stuck in the regular parts of the library.  I had a hot lunch in my backpack, but I had nowhere to eat it!  The only solution I could think of was to find my favorite HBLL mother’s lounge and eat in there.  I opened my lunch, and my enchiladas filled the bathroom with a cheesy aroma.  I hadn’t planned on that.  I also hadn’t planned on anyone else coming in there causing me to duck into a stall, trying to conceal the delicious smelling meal.  This may have been a drastic move, but it could have been those intimidating “library police”!  Needless to say, the experience ended up being like in Mean Girls where Lindsay Lohan hides out in the bathroom to eat her lunch.  It was horrible.  I never want to compare myself to Lindsay Lohan again.  Or eat lunch in a bathroom.

Que Suerte

Do you ever have a stroke of luck that ends up coming back to bite you?  This seems to happen to me at times.  In fact, the only untainted luck I’ve ever had is when I won an ipod nano (version 2.0 baby) in high school.  Yes, I still use it by the way.

Anyway, my deceptive lucky streak struck again this past week.  I’ve had 50 cents in my backpack all semester, which is not enough to buy any good treats at school.  I don’t really condone very many vending-machine purchases anyway, so it wasn’t a big deal, but I thought that if I somehow found a dime somewhere I would definitely use it to get a red cream soda. 

Of course, I did eventually see a dime on the floor one day (que suerte!), but I didn’t pick it up.  There were tons of people around, and it seemed kind of ridiculous to dive for a dime during class changes where I could get trampled.  During class I decided I’d go back by the dime afterward; and if it was still there, I’d pick it up.  Well, it was still there (que suerte!), so I headed straight to the vending room with my 60 cents!  (Wasn’t there a conference talk about finding money on the street when you need it?  Finally it was happening to me!)  I started putting my quarters in the drink machine, and found out the vending machine was jammed.  I lost my quarter, and the machine wouldn’t give it back to me.  So, now I have 35 cents and no cream soda.

Que suerte mal.

Irony

Remember how I keep finding myself in ridiculous situations regarding those twins that I "know"?

Another funny moment with them: I am now friends with the one I did not know before (he's in my classes).  As I was walking out of the parking lot, the twin drove by and waved.  Well, for some reason I just froze, not knowing which twin it was and how to respond.  Was it the one I used to know or the one I know now?  Why couldn't I just wave, regardless of who it was?  I don't know, but I accidentally snubbed him just like he snubbed me two years ago.  That = irony.

Photo Booth

I recently received a CD of the photobooth pictures from our wedding.  There are some hilarious photos in there.  Here are a few that make me laugh the hardest: