Happy 20th Anniversary

This year's model

Last year's model

Well, 20 years ago today at 9 am Utah time, Glen and I were wed in the St. George Temple.

Yesterday marked 21 years since we had met.

We don't have set plans for celebrating our marriage anniversary, but each year on the anniversary of when we met, Glen gives me silk roses. He gave me one red rose in 1989. Last night he gave me 21...that means that over the years I have received 231 red silk roses. That's a lot of roses.

As for celebrating our anniversary this year, I have never attended a General Conference in Salt Lake. So, in October, our plan is to do that (I was afraid of snow in April and Glen has a play that weekend anyway).

Happy Anniversary Sweetheart. Thanks for marrying me.

Friends and Intervention Night

Many years ago a few women in our ward started a scrapbooking get together. Once a month we would meet at someone's home and bring projects to work on...many of the original members have moved away, but we have found a few more to take their place.

A few years ago Jennifer said we should change the name from scrapbooking to something else, since scrapbooking was one of the least worked on activities when we met. Don't know who (think it was Terra?) suggested calling it Intervention Night. We loved the idea and have adopted that as our name.

Friday night I took a turn and had it at my house. What a wonderful time. We ate and talked and some even managed to get some things done as well (I worked on deciding what photos taken on our Alaskan cruise last July are worth printing...I'm only a little behind on printing my photos...). It truly is an intervention...for we all gain a little of our sanity back.

So thanks DonNell, Suzie, Jennifer, Terra, Heidi, Kim, and Jana for driving so far to come to my place, eat my food, and keep me mentally well. The fact that I got less than 3 hours sleep that night was well worth it.

So, who's having it next month?

my obsession with Spanish, revisted

So, today at church I was asked by a member of our ward how my Spanish was. I laughed and said I had been studying it recently and had he known that.

He said no, but he was in charge of finding Sacrament meeting speakers for our local Spanish branch and they had given him a list of names (and mine was on it...it's been a few years since I've talked there, but I have done it a few times). So sometime soon I will be giving a talk to our Spanish branch.

The funny thing is, I felt something like this was going to happen. I don't consider myself to be good at understanding what the Spirit tells me, but I have noticed that sometimes what I am "obsessed" with winds up being useful.

For example, sometimes I go months and barely touch the piano, but then I'll get this desire to practice a lot. Then all of a sudden, I have to fill in for someone at church, and because I had been recently practicing, I do an OK job.

So when I got this big desire to work on my Spanish I wondered if I was being prompted to get ready for some situation where it would be helpful. Hmmm.

current obsession

I usually have a one (or two) track mind. I obsess on one thing for a few days to a few weeks, and sometimes even longer...and usually the housework suffers while I am obsessing.

I have some main interests: scrapbooking (which I haven't done in forever and am way behind), stamping, reading, doing genealogy, playing the piano, and, there are times that, even cleaning is on the list (I know, it's a shocker...most of you probably would never have guessed that having never caught my house right after one of those times).

Coming off of a reading jag, my latest obsession seems to be Spanish. I took Spanish in high school and college, then in 84-85 I served my mission in Uruguay. Since then, however, I haven't had too much practice, though I occasionally do focus on it for a while. Well, this is one of those "whiles."

I think the main instigator this time was being frustrated by not being able to understand what the hispanic kids at school were saying. So much of what they say goes right over my head. I can make them understand me, but I have a very hard time catching what they are saying.

So, now that I've read "Twilight" in Spanish, I'm studying the words I was unfamiliar with. I hope this jag lasts long enough for me to really improve my Spanish so that my house isn't going to pot without anything to show for it.

Now, for a funny. Glen laughed, too, so hopefully you'll like it as well (Heidi, I'm assuming you will for sure):

"Twilight" page 99:
"...but the door opened just then, and Ms. Cope stuck her head in."

"Crepúsculo" page 106:
"...en ese preciso momento la puerta se abrió y la señora Cope se golpeó la cabeza contra la misma." (in that precise moment the door opened and Mrs. Cope bumped her head against it)

Do you see what the translator did? I'm assuming she saw the work "stuck" and read it as "struck." (unless golpearse la cabeza is an idiom for stuck your head in, which I doubt very seriously!)

Sorry, it just cracked me up.

So, my house is barely getting any attention (though I'm still managing to cook real food for dinner), and I am reading a bit and playing the piano a bit.

Have a great day.

beautiful sunset

Now that I've figured out how to post a picture, here's another one. We had a gorgeous sunset on December 27th.

He's gone back to school (is that better Jennifer :)

Well, I've been harping on my age...but really, it's still hard for me to believe that I have a son in college. Andrew left to go back to school this morning. I took a picture of him just before he left, so I'm going to be brave (technology flusters me sometimes) and try to post it (without Hannah's help!). It was really great having him home.