Monday, March 21, 2011

Breadsticks and Les Mis

Amber brought her kids and came to Sacrament Meeting with us and then stayed for the afternoon. Lasagna and bread sticks for dinner. It was fun to have Hunter help make the dough for the bread sticks and even more fun {in a nostalgic sort of way} to have Amber help me make the actual bread sticks and the lasagna. Hesitatingly invited Nate and Krisy and the boys to come and eat with us. Krisy makes killer bread sticks - that's the reason they were invited 'hesitantly' - I knew mine didn't compare.

They come in and I {being me} immediately start apologizing for my bread sticks, reminding them {or warning them} they will not be as good as Krisy's. Tyler, standing by his parents, pipes up with, "Are you going to tell her or should I?" I, of course, get all excited and say, "You brought your bread sticks?" Krisy is shaking her head in a negative response and Tyler verbally replies for her, "She's pregnant!" It took most of the afternoon for me to latch onto that and so my reaction was sporadic at best. I was hung up on the fact we were really going to have to eat my bread sticks and just couldn't switch lanes quick enough.

Flipping through the channels tonight I ran across the 25th anniversary musical edition of Les Miserables on one of the PBS stations. As I'm watching it, I realize there's going to be the dreaded and lengthy interruptions for fundraising throughout and that's when it dawns on me. I own the DVD! I've read the book {the condensed version}, watched the movie version and wore out Joe's music CD listening to the songs. But I have never watched the actual musical version.

Can I just say, "Holy inspiring evening!" What a mirror of mortal life! Redemption, forgiveness, love, agency, second chances, atonement, compassion, charity, sacrifices, battles {spiritual and otherwise} with barricades we hide behind, and amazing talent! I've loved the song, "Bring Him Home", since Joe's high school choir class sang it under the direction of a special conductor down in Salt Lake {I want to say it was Moses Hogan but I might be making that name up}. That song always had multiple meanings for me but when it was sung at the end of the musical, with some word changes, as Valjean's plea to God to take him home, an even deeper meaning was added.  

  • To love another person is to see the face of God.

  • Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise.

  • Somewhere beyond the barricade is there a world you long to see?

So, an old woman's words of advice tonight? Watch the musical version of Les Miserables, at least once and don't apologize for your bread sticks so loudly that you don't hear the more important messages that are being shouted at you!

Saturday, March 19, 2011

A One Sentence Blog

As of  tonight and until further notice,


is now my all-time favorite movie.

Addendum: I love finding out how characters in stories and movies are pictured and created.

"Carl is a box, a heavy brick, because of how close to the ground he has sunk ... he's stuck in his ways, very square. Impenetrable. Unmovable. There's heaviness to his soul. It's easy to read that he has been through a lot." Daniel López Muñoz, designer

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Whether the Weather Matters or Not

Just another one of those billboards along my chosen road of life that I not only notice but find either humor or an alternative meaning in. Sometimes they enter my line of vision quite often - other times there are miles between them. I haven't decided if there actually is a break in the billboards or if I'm just too focused on the road to notice them. Most likely the latter.

The theme this month in Primary is "Heavenly Father speaks to us through the Prophets". For each theme there is a scripture and that scripture gets posted on the bulletin board to be referred to all month. The scripture for March is D&C 1:38 and this is a re-creation of what the sign on the bulletin board looks like:

It took me a minute last week as we were reciting it to figure out what didn't look exactly right. Once I saw it, I had to repress a smile and a chuckle. Then the more I thought about it, the more my twisted little mind began to enjoy the misprint.

I've done nothing but complain this winter as every forecasted storm that was supposed to hit this area, has mysteriously either passed us by or had an extremely lighter impact on us than initially predicted. I learned early on in my marriage that it does no good to complain about the weather. If I complained about it being too dry, LOML was quick to point out that farmers had their hay down and rain now would be disastrous for them. If I whined about yet another rainstorm, LOML reminded me that there were dry land farmers who needed all the rain they could get. OK, fine. I keep my mouth shut now.

Translate the weather to my personal life, though, and it has little bit different meaning. I suppose if I complain because there are too many storms, I need to be reminded that I evidently have some hidden strengths that need some watering so they can grow a little bit more. I like the song that says, "bring on the rain - I was thirsty anyway". Might as well let it have as positive an effect as possible.

And then, when I listen to my Heavenly Father, either through personal inspiration as He answers my prayers or as I read the counsel of the prophets {from Adam to President Monson}, and follow it, I will be able to 'weather' the storms that come in contact with me on my chosen road. I guess there's always the possibility I may not come out looking as 'weathered' in the end if I follow that counsel more carefully. Yet another challenge for me to work on!

And, also, as a totally unrelated side note: I think I should get the Nobel Prize for something as I think I have discovered the source - and perhaps the possible cure - for all those people out there who are tortured with hearing voices in their head. I'm going on three weeks now with a totally plugged ear from my head cold. Hopefully by the time this second round of antibiotics is done, the ear will be back to normal. Every time I talk, it sounds like it's coming from somewhere in my head instead of out my mouth. Every time there's a noise, I am confused as to which direction it came from and end up wondering if it came from my head. So, I'm thinking there's a possibility that people who hear voices only have a really major head cold or possibly a sinus infection! It's a thought {simplistic, I know} but a thought, just the same!!!