Wednesday, August 24, 2011

The Awkward Goodbye


So recently I had an amazing experience with a group of people that I love. It was life changing and many of the people will have a lasting place in my heart.

But there was one family that I got particularly close to.

It was getting close to when we were all leaving, and I started experiencing some emotions and feelings that I felt needed to be shared.

 So I gave them a hug and launched into what I can only phrase as “emotional and verbal vomit”. It just didn't stop, it just kept coming no matter how hard I tried to hold it back There was a few of “You have changed my life” with a little dash of “you are the wind beneath my wings”, followed by a shower of tears, and rocking and holding. It was quite a scene.

But I felt good because I had emptied all the feelings that I had carried for so long about these wonderful people.  We then hugged and I was about ready to head to my flight, only to hear over the radio that my flight was delayed.

Now there is something very liberating about unloading such feelings when you know there is a very high chance you will never see these people again and you can walk away after you have shared some tender feelings.

But then there we stood...in a very loud silence...not knowing what to say because...IT had all had been said.

There I stood feeling all of a sudden like I had shared too much with way too much emotion, and they probably thought I was an emotional wreck?

It was weird, so I excused myself and sat in the bathroom until my flight left.

Monday, August 15, 2011

The Chastity Share

Good Friends-

Do you ever have a lesson on "Chastity" in Elders Quorum? And someone raises their hand and shares some experiences where they or a family member broke the law of chastity? And you are sitting there thinking...(push play now.) Maybe those feelings should be shared within the walls of your own home. Thanks friend.

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

The Harry Potter Movie Mess


I have been so excited to see Harry Potter and I finally saw it last night.

So there I was dressed in my Hogwarts robe, with a lightning bolt scratched into my forehead with a twig I had fashioned into a wand. I was ready to finish up this movie saga, and put this bad boy to bed.

But for some Harry Potter fans, the excitement can be too much. As was evidenced by an explosive event that happened as we watched the movie.

So as I am sitting there enjoying the movie,  Harry is walking in to face “He who must not be named” and it happens…

Uuuurrhhhhg” and “Splat” came the sound coming two rows back.

That’s funny” said I, “That sounded like someone throwing up. But it probably is just someone groaning and spilling their drink.” I thought hopefully.
But then came a small voice, “Dad, I don’t feel very ….UUUUURRRHHHHGGG”. Followed by the sound of projectile vomit hitting everything in its path.
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Luckily I wasn’t hit, but what do you do when someone throws up in your close proximity? I think for most of us our thoughts are to the person throwing up? Are they OK? And then we think of ourselves, “Did I get any throw up on me?”

But for me, my first thought was of young Harry. “Can someone please remove that child? Harry is trying to save Hogwarts…jeez”.

So the child was quickly removed and my friends and I sat thinking should we do. Do we leave or do we continue on the journey with young Harry? Well naturally we have to stay because Harry needs us.  If we leave him to his own devises he will end up marrying Ginny instead of Hermione.

So we plugged our noses, pulled our items off the floor and continued with the movie.

But then another obstacle pressed itself against us as we headed into the finale battle, that of the movie theater employee. Why he felt like he had to clean up the mess behind me during the climax of the movie, we perhaps will never know.

So I am trying to block the movie theater employee out and the smell of vomit,  but all I can hear is “Spirtz, Spritz” and “SCRAPE”, and then “Spirtz, Spritz” and “SCRAPE”.  And then the “PLOP” of liquid matter dropping into the trash bag.

So needless to say, as I dry heaved through the last part of the movie, my attention was not with my friends on screen,  as it should have been. And as such, Harry made the mistake of choosing that dull Ginny over Hermione.

I would like to believe if I had been more focused the movie could have ended differently.

Oh Harry why Ginny? Why? It's heavy at times.

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

The Mother Nature Problem


In the last few weeks I have had some eye opening experiences that have reminded me how old I am. It’s not that I am in denial about my age, but sometimes Mother Nature bashes you over the head to remind you that you are no spring chicken. (Gentle laughing) That Mother Nature is a Maaad Scientist friends. I am not going to lie to you…I don’t care for her so much.

For example, the other day I came out of the mall and couldn’t find my car.

Really?” I said to myself, “Are we really to this point in my life where I can’t even remember where I parked twenty minutes ago? Really? (With my voice going up at the end)”

So there I wandered in the 100 degree heat searching for my little white Civic. When suddenly, and without warning I spotted her not 10 steps from where I was standing.  Ah, It was a South Towne Shopping Center miracle, I tell you!

So I got out my key and tried to unlock the door…but nothing happened. The key didn’t feel like it was going in correctly. So I pulled out the key, looked at it, and then tried again, fruitlessly.

So I did what any sane person would do in 100 degree heat I started jerking the key around, pounded on the door. I even licked my key to make sure it was properly lubricated…but still nothing.

So finally I started looking in the windows to see if I left one of the windows down so I could maybe stick a hanger or something in there to unlock the door. And then I notice something odd about my car…

Why is there a Lady Gaga CD on my seat…and when did I get black upholstery?

That’s right friends, it wasn’t my car. And to make matters worse the owner was walking out of the store right at the same moment I was looking into his windows. That made for a rather interesting conversation in an already awkward situation.

On a brighter note, I have learned that as I get older my emotions are well connected to my feelings. As was evidenced as I cried like a little girl as I was questioned by mall security.

Thanks Mother Nature, you’re the best!