greasy-headed mondays

saw a gulab jamin kit in the store today. super store. i go there every monday. i know it like the back of my hand. i know how to successfully start at one end, get all your things in order and end up in the bread section, so the bread don't get squished. i know how to pack a cart like no man can. i'm (a) nut sure exactly what i mean by that, but it rhymed so i kept it.
last night i dozed while karey watched chicken run and was just going to bed when katie called. we didn't talk for long, (she was asking me about the cruise i can't go on) and i did a little scripture reading in bed and went to sleep. or that's what i was SUPPOSED to do. but i didn't. i had such a hard time falling asleep that it felt like i never slept the whole night. just tossed and turned. that's why my hair's gross today and i'm showering before tonight's excursion to the vso. i'm so glad i have someone to go to the symphony with. it sure is swell. i just might wear my school girl outfit. just might.
yesterday at choir president kennedy kept encouraging us sopranos to belt out the high notes. he said he knew we had them in us, but that we were just scared. darn tootin we were scared. i'm not the kind of soprano who looks at a looming high g with any kind of confidence. nono, my knees knock and my throat constricts and no noise comes out. i mean i struggle daily with an e! that's two notes lower than a g, and yes i'm not a true soprano and i know it, so don't point it out. the other sopranos manage to squeak something out, but laura skips that part. maybe if she was in a huge choir like at the mtc, she would be more bold in anonymity of the masses, but not in the 4 sopranos, 5 altos, 2 bass and 1 tenor choir of yesterday. no way hosea. i'm enjoying choir much more now. it's less confusing, more fun and president kennedy is actually directing us, which i like. i like to be directed when it comes to choir. i like it when we have a run of notes that we have to sing it with an 'h' sound in front. enjoyable.
jonathon and james came over to hometeach us last night and we had dinner together. we ate haystacks and we liked it. i burnt my baby finger on the melted plastic of a paring knife. jonathon and james told us of their antics of getting dates for the bishop's ball. we showed them wolfie (still alive) and james says he thinks he'll last alive for a couple of months. we might test that out. lisa says that's cruel. i say it was cruel of the beastie to enter into my bedroom, let alone my house.

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