22 Going On 14

This past Sunday was our Stake's Youth Standards Night. Steve was obligated to go since he is in Young Men's, and he guilted me into going with him. I really don't like going to these events, mostly because I know we are going to run into a million of Steve's current/past students and they are all going to want to talk to him about how much they miss him, what a great teacher he was, blah, blah, blah....while I stand by with absolutely nothing to say to these hoodlums. This time, however, the pain of it all was much more acute than usual. The evening had progressed as I expected, after the program ended Steve and I stood in a circle talking to past students of his, when one of the student's parents approached the circle, looking at me inquisitively, like he was trying to remember my name. Let me just say, I have had a conversation with this man, he is a high councilman and he speaks at our ward often. He spoke. "Are you...are you his wife?" referring to Steve. "You look like one of these 14 year olds." Thank you sir. That was a very kind thing you've just said, thank you for giving me a complex about going in public with my husband. This guy must have thought to himself that Steve was a pedophile scamming on some 14 year old girl. I will not be attending another Standard's Night until I'm in my 30's, just to be safe.

Our new family member

Since the day I moved out of my parent's house I have been hard up for a piano to play, and my skills are starting to dwindle (in unbelief). My darling husband is well aware of my pining to have a piano of my own to play whenever I want, so he bought me a piano for my birthday. He tried to keep it a secret so I would be surprised, but I beat it out of him, then I felt guilty about it =).

We got to bring it home today, and I am just tickled. It makes our home feel more like a home. And its probably going to drive our neighbors crazy because the piano is against a shared wall...oops.

Tribute to Sugarland

Disclaimer: If you happen to read this blog, and also happen to like Sugarland...you may not want to read this post. I'm not exactly saying that anyone who likes Sugarland has horrible taste in music, but mostly I am. I occasionally listen to county music while I work...one can only take so much of 99.9, so any change is welcome. Last week I hear the new Sugarland song and my entire world is just rocked! Not at all because this song is awsome, quite the opposite in fact. It is called "Stuck Like Glue", and the best way I can sum this ditty up is this: country meets Blacked Eyed Peas meets reggae meets Mary Poppins meets the beginning of that new Train song. So basically Sugarland is going through a sincere identity crisis that Steve and I truly get a kick out of.....we've been listening to it so much this weekend we're probably going to end up liking it if we're not careful. Here is a really homemade youtube video some 14 year old girl made of the song.....listen to the whole song and you'll see what I mean. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FUCjLLpAFLI