Well, first of all, it's Sunday. That makes today nice right from the start. Then I got to see my daddio at church, which always makes me happy. The talks were great, I especially loved how Brother Brown's talk focused on Elder Holland's "The Tongue of Angels" talk from one of the 2007 general conferences (I highly recommend reading it here.) It made me want to never let any unworthy thing come out of my mouth.
Then there was Primary which, after the nightmare I had about Primary last night, was a dream in comparison! The nightmare was silly but SO terribly frustrating at the same time. I was dreaming that I was trying to set up the nursery before sacrament meeting started, and all these kids I know kept coming in and messing everything up, and then opening exercises for Primary had started and I still wasn't done setting up and all these kids who SHOULD have been participating in opening exercises were just bugging me. In real life, Primary today was TEENY (everyone's on vacation, seriously.) There were 2 Juniors and 3 Seniors. Matt was teaching, and he's such a great teacher. I think it all went smoothly except for the part where he spun a kid around to confuse them as to the direction in which they should be headed, and the kid started walking and then ran into the podium, hitting her head on the corner. She cried, and Matt felt REALLY bad, but I gave her some chocolate and all was well.
This afternoon was nice and quiet, but not too quiet. Just quiet in an 'ahhhhhhh' sort of way. I didn't even nap, so I'll be able to sleep well tonight, which is always a bonus.
Then this evening we had our good friends Dave and Farrah and their little baby over for dinner, and that's always fun...where can you go wrong with good friends, good laughs, homemade chicken wings, and apple pie?
Speaking of which, I made Matt dictate the recipe for his wings so that we don't forget it next time we go to make them (they were as near to perfection tonight as any earth-bound wings could possibly be) and then he suggested that I put it on my blog. I conceded, because, hey, this blog isn't supposed to just be about me (even though, with Matt not evening READING it, it's pretty much become that way), so here's the recipe:
Wings
-take app. 30-40 wings and put them in a clean garbage bag. Add olive oil (maybe between 1/2 c. to one c.) and toss them in it until lightly coated. Then add a bit of flour and toss the wings. Check them to see if they've lost their shine. If not, add a bit more flour and repeat until wings still look a little wet but not shiny. Deep fry them at 375 degrees Fahrenheit about 15 minutes or until browned.
Sauce
-melt 1/2 c. margarine, then add 1/2 c. Franks Red Hot Sauce, 3/4 c. tomato sauce, 1 tbsp. chili powder, 1/4 tbsp. cayenne pepper, and brown sugar to taste (or not at all if you don't like slightly sweet wings. We add about 1/2 of unpacked brown sugar). Mix ingredients together, and then pour over wings and toss until coated (or mix until coated - you don't want sauce going everywhere!). Let the wings stand for 5 minutes if they're fresh out of the deep fryer, and then ENJOY!!
So there you have it. The best chicken wings ever (by our standards anyway.) We admit that the 'best' wing recipe will never be found and agreed upon because everyone likes their wings cooked and sauced different ways, but we think they're great, and so did Dave and Farrah. I've heard them called 'terrific' (meaning great, not terrifying! Oh wait, meaning delicious, not great. Isn't English weird and dumb all at the same time?)
Here's something I think is super cute. Matt has decided that he's not going to make fun of the silly things I say anymore. Now, on the surface, you might be thinking, "GOOD! He shouldn't make fun of you anyway!" but it kinda comes with the territory when you're a Ling major. You start to notice how others speak, and the funny things they say, and I can imagine how a Ling major's spouse would have to pick up the habit in self-defense because they're around the Ling major most frequently. It's become a bit of a habit for us to laugh when the other just can't spit out what they're trying to say (and I have to say, it's pretty funny when I come out with things like "vegetaboil" instead of "vegetable oil" or when I get so excited that my sentence becomes a jumble all except for the last word.) So at first I was a little sad when he said he wasn't going to tease me anymore (perhaps because I like to tease HIM too, and I'll feel obligated to stop now) but then when I asked him why, he said that, even if we're having fun, making fun of people for any reason is not a habit we should get into, and that it's not something he'd want to teach to our children. He wouldn't want them thinking it's appropriate at any time, because it's just too hard to tell when you're crossing the line. He's so cute and great and my favourite person ever!!
So anyway, there is my plain, run-of-the-mill, good, good day! People ask me what I DO and I never know what to tell them. I'm busy not being busy I guess. I find things to do (when I'm not working for Matt) and life just fills up. It's so nice, but it does take me a while to get into the groove of filling my time rather than expecting opportunities for things to do to just land in my lap. Check my blog posts from May if you don't believe me!
Oh! Here's something else that made my day so frabjous. I put on a shirt this morning that I haven't worn in a while, but as it is an empire-waist shirt, I thought it might work for the whole pregnancy thing. Well, may I just say, "right you are, Holly, right you are!!" It's great. I love it. I FEEL PREGNANT in it, which not many things make me do. And best of all, I look way more betterly pregnant in it than I did in my pregnant-belly photo from a few days ago. So much better that I made Matt take an update shot just so I don't feel like I just look fat when I post photos like I did the other day (really, what was I thinking?!) I know I could take the other day's photo down, but I won't bother because this photo will prove that it's a pregnant belly and not just gut, or a 'jelly-donut' or 'rubber-tire' as Red likes to call it. Here's the new photo:
[caption id="attachment_474" align="aligncenter" width="199" caption="Yay!! I LOVE my pregnant belly. Can you tell?"]
[/caption]Oh, here's something I thought I had posted about, but it turns out I haven't. My friend Mandy told me about an old wives tale that is turning out to be true so far. This is the tale: if your baby's heart beat is consistently above 145, it's a girl. If it's below 145, it's a boy. This was true for all 4 of her children (2 boys, 2 girls), for my friend Anne's little girl, and for Farrah's little girl too. So maybe I'm NOT having a boy! Maybe it's a girl afterall, because the baby's heartbeat has been 160 twice now. I won't be disappointed either way. The only reason I **might** prefer a girl more is because I care more about my girls names than my boys names. Like, if someone stole most of my boys names (all but one, to be exact) I wouldn't care. But if they stole any of my girls names (there are 8 of them) then I'd be upset. Like, you could be my closest kin, and I'll still use the name because to me, it's MY name and was my name first. The kids and everyone else in the world can deal with there being two first cousins with the same name, but I won't care! It's ridiculous, I know. I guess there aren't 8 names, there are probably more like 3 or 4 names that I care about. If it's a girl, you'll find out what one of them is (unless I've already posted the names, which I don't think I have.)
Anyway, I think that's all. I was going to post a picture showing how tall our grass got before we cut it yesterday but I'll save it for another post. So yah! Here's me, incurably incapable of finishing off a blog post (or journal entry, or email) in a way that is satisfactory to me, and not completely awkward. I suddenly understand why Strongbad says dumb things like, "One, two three, email me! One, two four, email me more!" at the end of his SB emails. And with that, I sign off.
PS-YES there always has to be something akin to a PS. This one is - I will give a prize to anyone who can tell me where the phrase 'Oh frabjous day" came from WITHOUT googling it. Please be honest!
2 comments: