Bad Blogger Bonnie

It's been roughly two weeks since my last post. Blogging is an odd thing for me, where something happens, and I think, "I should blog about that," and then I forget what it was, but know it was awesome, so I don't blog, thinking I'll remember and then something else happens, and the same thing happens with that, so that's 2 awesome posts the internet is not graced with and so the cycle continues and I'm stuck in a vortex of not blogging. How's that for a run-on sentence. I'm leaving it. Just to bug you. Moving on.

Things that have happened that I considered blogging about but haven't gotten around to or forgot why they were so awesome to start with.

• Two really gorgeous photo essays I found
• The funeral of a bird. Can I play "Funeral March of a Marionette" even though Skitters/Kapeesch was no such thing?
• Freshman dorm reunion
• Finishing research papers. HUZZAH!
• Cannibalism and child-snatching
  
• Teresa tagged me. I know. I'll get there.
• I've got the makings of a really awesome ice cream post, but it's a daunting task.

But it's late. So these will wait. Right?

By the by...

Congratulations to President Obama!Did you see his acceptance speech? Now, that is what I call inspiring.

Sunday is a special day

This morning (yesterday, technically), late for church as usual, I asked Adam to help put together my bag of church essentials.

What I asked him to include:
Scriptures
Keys
Chapstick

What ended up in the bag:
My Bible (Oh, we're studying the Book of Mormon in Sunday School? Wheps)
Keys
A rape whistle Adam mistook for chapstick.

Well done, love. But thank you for helping out.

During sacrament meeting, after discovering my lack of preparedness for church, the ward primary program was announced. Whispers swept through the congregation. Now seriously, who doesn't love to watch itty-bitty, tone-deaf kidlums try to sing primary songs? The whole meeting was hilarious, in an "oh, how sweet!" kind of way. The funniness was increased by the fact that our primary only consists of 3 kids or so, and only one actually knew the words (or sang them). She liked the microphone quite a bit, and when one of her leaders tried to make it so we could hear one of the other kids, she'd nudge them out of the way until that microphone was all hers again. Oh, kids. Cute.

Love of Reading

I happen to love essays. Not essays I write, or essays for class, but essays that incredibly gifted writers infuse with their wit, sarcasm, and insight. Collections of essays are particularly nice. For example: Virginia Woolf's The London Scene: Six Essays on London Life, or Ex Libris: Confessions of a Common Reader by Anne Fadiman. Once, when hanging out at my in-laws house, my husband suggested I read a bit from Gone to New York: Adventures in the City, and I quite enjoyed it. Today, the author visited BYU. Unfortunately, I slept in and missed most of the reading, but caught the end (the Complaints and Lamentations part). So funny. I suspect it would be more funny if I were actually a parent. Anyway, I'm going to have to keep my eye on the authors the English department invites for readings, because that's cool.

Interesting...

The very first blog I ever followed at all was the Freakonomics blog. I feel like the quality of this standard has gone down since then (too many authors, not enough spark), but I still read pretty often. I thought this post was a good one--confirmed what I always suspected.