Well, the last few days have been eventful.

On Sunday, Our dear, beloved Prophet, President Gordon Bitner Hinckley, passed away. It was emotional, but at the same time it was okay, because I know how much he missed his dear, sweet wife Marjorie. She passed away four years ago. His funeral is set for this Saturday, February 2, Groundhog Day.

I worked all day Sunday, we did inventory at Archiver's in the Hot Spot section. It never ceases to amaze me how time flies when I am at work there. I guess it is because it is a scrapbook store and I love all the stuff in there. So I'll get busy doing something and whoa, half my shift is gone, or it is time to go home. I really enjoy that job!

It's been snowing a lot here in the last several weeks. I'm not knocking the snow, we need the moisture, and I like the snow when it is all fresh and new and white. What I'm really complaining about is the drivers. Why is it people always either drive like madmen/women or like they've never driven in the snow before? When I went to teach my class tonight, I forgot my book that I teach out of, despite living just a few blocks away, I decided it was too icky to drive home and back again just to get the book. Besides, it was just course one, I can teach that in my sleep.

Anywho, I guess I just wanted to post. Maybe I'll take some pics of the snow tomorrow and put them up. I don't think it is getting any nicer, so it's not like it will melt off anytime soon.

Until next time...

Just some ponderings

Last night before bed (or while I was trying to read and James' brain wouldn't shut off--so he pestered me) James and I were talking.

The intro to this is I spent somewhere between seven and eight hours at mom's house yesterday going over the bill from the office where J goes for his counseling. He is almost done (thank heavens) but in the process of reviewing the bill and putting into a spreadsheet so we could figure out what was messed up, I got frustrated and angry. So did mom. We found things J was charged for that he should not have been. It was making me crazy.

Well, when I was trying to read and James started to talk to me about just trying to get it over with and pay what we supposedly owe and not make waves, so he can just be done, I really did understand, but I also explained to him about how I have always championed the underdog and only the night before he had said something about the other guys who were probably being screwed by the same man (who owns the counseling office). The man is a jerk, I cannot actually type out other words I would choose to refer to this man. In fact I am not sure there are words strong enough to convey my dislike of this man. I have previously mentioned to others that if I were to actually, truly HATE anyone, it would be this man. Even more than those who may have victimized me. Does that tell you my opinion of this man?

So J just wants to "bend over and take it up the tale pipe" to quote Jim Carey from Liar, Liar. And basically be done with it, but I still feel like I want to fight, it's like someone else picking on my little brother, it is okay for me, but not for anyone else (not that any of my younger brothers are actually littler than me anymore, and chances are they would likely defend me instead of vice versa, but you get what I mean). J is mine, and if I treat him a certain way, it's okay (not really, but I am trying to make a point here). Anyone else who screws with my J, screws with me too. That's part of being married, being a family. I know J understands this point too, but he doesn't want to fight, he just wants to be done.

I get it, but I want to defend him too. Can anyone help me figure this out?

Cutting your own hair... at any age

So good as a comment, I decided to make it a blog post of mine... The following was originally a comment to Susie's post about her daughter's hair tragedy.

If it means anything... I did it at 12, yes 12. I wanted mom to take me to get my hair cut, she wouldn't do it right that minute, I took matters into my own hands.

I couldn't get them even (proof that I am cockeyed or my head is) and so they kept getting shorter and shorter. Well, to top it off, somehow, the whole top part of my head was considered "bangs" or something, but I basically ended up with a mullet, yes I said mullet. And this was prior to mullets being "cool." I would slick back my hair with gel and I had to live with it like that, my own doing.

I will admit there have been a few other times when I have actually cut my own hair since then, I look at it, if it isn't even, and say, oh well, that's okay, at least it's out of my eyes, or whatever. There was even a time or two when I shaved the underneath on the sides and back, like I used to do, all by myself.


I also cut off my queue in high school, braided it reached 13 inches long, but I had finally determined after having it around 3 1/2 years that it was time for it to go.

Now I have long hair, that is curly (mom doesn't understand that one). James made a suggestion that I cut it short again, the look I gave him, nearly killed, and my voice said, "are you kidding? Do you know how long it took to get this long?" Especially when my sweet sister-in-law, Cindy, told me how much she liked my long hair.

So I get to be well loved Aunt B-Jo with long hair that the rest of you have cut off in favor of ease and less-likely-for-baby-or-older-child-to-pull locks.

Just Say "No" to Resolutions

That's right, I'm refusing to set myself up to fail... I cannot resolve to do anything at the beginning of a year, because I have successfully failed to follow through on just about every resolution I have made in the past. So this is the year I am saying NO.

NO resolutions for me to make.

NO resolutions for me to flub up.

SEE I'm already ahead!

WOO HOO! You should try it, I feel great!

Until next time...

Merry Christmukahvus

I had wanted to post a note wishing all a very merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Happy Kwanzaa, Merry Festivus, whatever it is you celebrate...

Oh yeah and a Happy New Year.

Later on I'll post some pics from our "Christmas" with Dale and his family.

Until next time...

I was Tagged a While Ago Otherwise Known as Seven Random Things About B-Jo

Okay, Susie Tagged me a while ago, so I thought I'd finally get this done...



My problem is I don't seem to have all that many bloggers whose blogs I read to tag in turn.



I guess I'll do my part and see what happens.



Seven Totally Random Things About B-Jo



1. I get ingrown toenails, and while I had them removed and the doctor was supposed to kill the nail bed so the sides wouldn't grow back, well, he didn't do a very good job, so they grow back and I cannot stand for them to be long, so I always cut them short and when I perform these self surgeries (like recently) I'm usually okay, but this last time it got really infected...



2. Okay, if you thought the last one was gross, just wait... My husband teases me for this one... For some reason, I have a guilty little habit and supposedly I enjoy it (not totally sure if that is true) but I always smell my "pickled finger" when I take band aids off (my brother does it too). James says I like the pickled finger smell, I don't necessarily like it, but it just seems like something to do...



3. I ate soap suds from the dish sink, puppy chow dog food, and baby lotion as a kid and claimed I liked the taste. I can also remember at least one time when my gum fell out of my mouth while my cousins and I were playing at Gram's and I put the gum back in my mouth... Sand is crunchy.



4. I have a thing for Serial Killers. I don't know why, they are fascinating. I like to get in their heads, I think to figure out why they think like they do... I guess to see if there is a possibility to stop future individuals from committing similar acts.



5. I was engaged with a ring three times before I actually married the last one. There was even one who apparently bought a ring, but I never had it, so I don't count it... The first one I did not give back, and sold it. The second one I gave back. The last one I am wearing right now :)

6. I occasionally like to eat cherry vanilla baby food.

7. Let's see, what else is random or weird about me? Um, I am sure this could be open to interpretation, but, I'd be willing to allow others to fill in number 7 for me... Here's your chance...


Now, I guess I am tagging... Mom, Sarah, and I do not know who else, since Susie already picked me. I guess I don;t have that many people I know who blog, who read my blog... I suppose I could challenge anyone who reads this post to respond to my post with their Blog info or even reply to the posed question (that of stating 7 random or weird things about themselves...) I honestly believe Teresa, Debby, among others I may forward this message to, need to have Blogs...

But if you decide to do, follow the rules below:

The Rules are as follows:

1. Link to the person that tagged you and post the rules on your blog.

2. Share 7 random and or weird things about yourself.

3. Tag 7 random people at the end of your post and include links to their blogs.

4. Let each person know that they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.

Until next time...

Snow, Football, and...

We awoke to snow this morning... In fact it was messing with the satellite and James was freaking out cause today was also the day Army and Navy Played football, the 108th meeting as a matter of fact. It did finally clear up and he did not need to go and invade mom...

Final Score:

ARMY: 3

NAVY: 38

WOO HOO!!!

GO NAVY!!!

BEAT ARMY!!!

Okay, back to your regularly scheduled post.

I also wanted to mention, I DID GET THE JOB AT ARCHIVER'S WOOOO HOOOOO!!

And my last day at Taco Time will be Dec 8th. YAAAAAAAAYYYYYYY!!!!!

Since I really wasn't scheduled a lot next week I decided to finish the schedule he already had done...

Speaking of, I need to go, as I have to work there, now, so...

Until next time...