Sticky notes of fun

Once again it’s time for:

Yes, it’s literature for the ADHD, that does mean you. You know who you are! (Did I just call this literature?? I think Charles Dickens just turned over in his grave!)

 

 

 

Now who’s ready to go give today a good kick in the crotch?! I know I am…after I get some Ibuprofen…

Awkward…..

I don’t want to shock you but,

I am awkward.

After all these years, I am still the larger than everyone around me little 14 year old who that EFY t-shirts with 6 inches cut off the bottom were hot. Never comfortable in my own skin. I was a late bloomer and by the time I realized the power I had in my *huge* B-cup, I was married and it was too late to wield my superpowers on all the innocent males. And now it’s too late, they being less than what they once were. But, they still work on my man, who is out buying me some chocolate chip cookies as we speak/write. ~wink~

I did hit my stride there for a while just before my mission and right after (the mish didn’t count, it was full of jumpers, antidepressants and sudsy shoes. Oh, and a big bum). I was actually comfortable in my own skin, confidant regardless of what I wore or whom I was with. I was alright with me.

So how does one lose that confidence in a relatively short period of time? How does this:

 

Be reduced to this:

Where did that other girl go? I have lost her. Okay, I never really had that body but still. I felt good about myself. It doesn’t help that I have the prettiest friends. I really do. I am the token “sweet spirit” in her stupid orange sweatshirt she apparently got on the trade-in of the EFY t-shirts. I’m the one who takes it too far, who asks the stupid questions and probably the only one that farts.

Oh well. That is what I am known for, no, not for my keen fashion sense, but my blatant awkwardness. And that’s alright, I’ll take it, at least I’m known, right? At my funeral they’ll say, “she was really awkward..what was up with that orange sweatshirt? I hope she doesn’t bring it to the Resurrection. She did have really nice hair, though.”

Now that would be a tender eulogy, probably given by my husband.

*Sorry for the soft porn, just trying to prove a point! And it really isn’t my body, nor will it ever be. It is my cherubly chubby face, though. Please, don’t mock the orange sweatshirt, it’s all I got in my sad, awkward world……

A Testimonial

I got my Conference issue Ensign in the mail the other day and I promised myself that I would read at least one talk from from it or the scriptures each day. Last week I was listening to a talk given by President Uchtdorf from April’s conference and he talked about being a true disciple of Christ and not a ‘spectator disciple’.

Yeah, I’ve been a  ‘spectator disciple’ for a really long time little bit. But from what I can see in my big comfy chair, you guys are all doing great! Pass me the popcorn!

I am trying to change that, thus the promise of reading good things each day-at least before I get on to the smut I usually read like, Stephanie Meyer or Anita Stansfield. (she says laced heavily with sarcasm. Just to be clear.)

I’ve done really good. 3 whole days in a row. I know, amazing.

Anyway, did anyone else notice how much talk there is about feeling the Spirit and sharing testimonies? Well, I did. And it got me thinking about my own testimony and how I got it.

I was struggling with what I believed just after high school-did I want in or not? This was when I fell in love with a particular musical. I loved the music, how the story went and the movie of it was done in the 70s-need I say more. Oh yeah, and it was a disco rock opera. That’s right, you guessed it: Jesus Christ Superstar.

Image taken from here

Now, for most of us in the ‘Mormon faith’, this isn’t exactly a reverent telling of the ministry and death of our Savior. But for some reason, at that time, this musical filled my soul. I watched the movie and I listened to the soundtrack over and over again. No one hits that high note like Ted Neeley.

Well, guess what came to town to our little Capital Theater in Downtown Salt Lake. They even had Ted Neeley playing Jesus. I had to go and I did. Right in the front of the top balcony. Ted/Jesus was not quite so waifish as he was in the movie but he could still hit those high notes.

Oddly enough, during this irreverent musical something happened to me. I came to know that Jesus Christ was real and that He is my Savior. I always figured that I didn’t give God much to go on to speak to me so He was alright with using this rock opera to touch my soul.

I still have the soundtrack but I feel differently when I listen to it. All I can think of is how beautiful it is and yet slightly off the mark. I tried to get rid of it-I’ve grown a bit, spiritually, amazingly enough-and I realize it’s a smidge sacrilegious. But I couldn’t bring myself to get rid of it. It really means too much to me for what it gave me so long ago.  Every now and then I sneak a listen like sneaking a Diet Coke into Sunday School in a brown paper bag.

My BFF just told me it’s coming to San Diego-near her home. Guess who’s playing Jesus-Yup, my man, Ted Neeley. Man, I want to go! Not only would I get to see my BFF, I would get to enjoy a lovely rock opera near the beach. Could anything be any better than that??

So basically scriptures, church, prayer just aren't enough for me to get the point. I guess I need to be entertained in the process. You wouldn’t believe how I first got my testimony of Joseph Smith-no not from reading his account, not from Sunday School, not even from that horrid movie “Legacy”(barf)! It was Bro. Gerald Lund and his Work and the Glory series! Again, I was young and still trying to figure it all out but, it’s true those books gave me something that nothing else had-insight into who Joseph Smith was as a man and a Prophet.

I guess being a very empathetic person, I have to see things on a very personal level. I have to feel and experience with the person to really get it. The scriptures and other accounts are wonderful and true but for me to see someone’s rendition of Christ talking with God in the Garden, his struggle, it made it much more real to me. The same with Lund’s books-you saw the struggles Joseph and the early church had but they (most of them) kept going, kept trying. It really brings it all home for me.

I guess this is where I bare my testimony of media and other fine sources of clean(ish) entertainment.

I so get that from my dad!

Post-Its Tuesday: what would you say?

 

Click to get your own! It’s become all the rage! Seriously!

A penny for my thoughts? Around here, they go for a dollar at least! Well, here’s a few, at least the appropriate ones…

 

 

   

 

 

The late night sticky notes

Why am I always a day late and a dollar short? Oh yeah, I wouldn’t be Mindi if I wasn’t.  I am so glad that Halloween is over! I love to have a reason to have a party but 4 days straight of celebrating the strangest holiday is a bit much for me.

On Sunday I watched the NYC marathon while eating Halloween candy. I was trying to give the runners energy through the TV. While we all felt like vomiting, I am sure it was for different reasons.

I woke up Monday morning with a Halloween hangover. I thought I was going to die. So I went for a 6 mile run. One of the best runs I’ve had in a long time. Weird. I went this morning with my friends and it totally kicked my trash. Even weirder.

I was in the shower this morning and Annie came running in to wash her hands. I asked, “What are you doing?”

She said, “Washing my hands.”

I asked, “Why?”

“Because “Hip Hop Harry” is on!” She said as though it was so obvious.

“uuummmkay….”

“Hip Hop Harry said I should always wash my hands because it gets rid of germs!”

“Annie, why is it when I tell you that you ignore me but if this Hip Hop Harry freak says to you run in here and do it?”

With her “I’m so damn cute” smile of hers she said, “Oh, just be quiet, mom!”

See? What’s so wrong about TV?!! It’s apparently doing a better job teaching my kids than I am!

And since it’s Tuesday we will now have Post Its Note night, hosted by SupahMommy!

 

 

 

 

Just one of the many classic jokes I have been enjoying around my house!

Goodnight and Big Balls.

Family Sunday Dinner

In an attempt to be connected with my ever growing independent kids, I try to ask them about what they learned at school, what was great about their day or what their plans are for destroying me in a slow ignominious death.

Tonight we sat down to potato soup in pumpkin bread bowls. I was hoping to balance out the sugar high with some salt and maybe add some swollen ankles to the stomach ache and spinning room.

Totally beside the point.

Anyway, I asked the girls what they learned about in church. I always know what Annie learned in church since I am involved-every week it’s the same-“how do I make my mom so crazy that by the time we make it home she just stares at the wall and says ‘ba ba ba ba ba’ until someone hands her a Diet Coke and a cookie?” Of cousre, what she actually says is, “JESUS” but we all know what it really means.

Audrey said, “Swearing.”

To which I replied, “swearing, really?”

Audrey: “Well, to not swear, it’s bad, you know like swear words.”

Mom: “Oh yeah, you shouldn’t swear.” (The lesson was on Choose The Right, so I’m guessing that was a major topic.)

Annie: “Yeah, like dammit. you shouldn’t say damn. Unless you are talking about a beaver’s dam.”

Man, cheesy potato soup really hurts coming out your nose!