1) After 17 years (Bishop's words, not mine) of faithful service, I was finally released as Ward Music Chairperson ( Read more... )

Weekend Roommate and I want to host another murder mystery. Originally we were going to do it tonight, but the boys waited too long to respond, so by the time they did I had other things going on ( Read more... )

We started filming on Monday. Nick, our resident film major, makeup guru, and camera guy, turned me into a redneck man. I sported a sun-darkened face, reddish beard (which Ma Brittany declared matched my hair, which I'm totally okay with hearing because it means she wasn't thinking of me as blonde), stars-and-bars bandana, scruff, and old blue ( Read more... )

Today I had three major successes ( Read more... )

I process things through reading and writing. My last major traumatic life experience I processed through books and stories. This one (although neither major nor traumatic) is getting processed through writing ( Read more... )

Fifteen minutes before choir started, I received a text from Samwise asking if I would teach Sunday School for him ( Read more... )

Way back at the beginning of summer (which in BYU world starts at the end of April), the boys and I briefly discussed playing Quidditch again. I put Samwise in charge of making it happen.

Naturally, it didn't.

Boys.

I was at their house two weeks ago. Samwise was in the kitchen, so I was sitting there with Steak, The Boulder, Michael and Johanna, and ( Read more... )

I discovered something about myself that I knew but apparently forgot: if I were to live alone, I'd be a hermit. I almost managed to go the entire day without seeing a human face. Nobody was home to interact with and I felt zero pull to leave my house. I took my sweet time waking up, and then took my sweet time showering, and then took my sweet ( Read more... )

I've been very anti-boy recently--and by recently, I do mean since March. I've listed all the reasons I could possibly think of why they are subpar creatures and why I'm better off without them. I've been anti-boy to the point that I forgot just how much I love and respect men.

A few years ago, I saw Facing the Giants, a movie produced by a Baptist ( Read more... )

To the dressmakers of the world: I request a dress that is long enough, has sleeves--real sleeves, mind, not the cap sleeves that are only pretending to be sleeves--and a high neck. And high back. And I want it elegant/cute/beautiful, not frumpy ( Read more... )