Christmas Sunday

You know those Sundays when you just don't want to go to Church. But you convince yourself to go and you get there and you have a wonderful time filled with spiritually uplifting experiences. Well, today wasn't one of those.

I didn't get to sleep until about 2:00 but I got up anyway, put on a dress and went. The Young Woman were in charge of the convalescent home this month. Meaning we go there and take the elderly from there rooms down to Relief Society and Sacrament. It was really unorganized and the meeting room was unbearably hot and stuffy. The lesson was so dry that I really don't think it was just there age that had everyone sleeping through it. The Young Woman (including leaders) sang Mary's Lullaby by Charlene Newell for the closing hymn and then headed back to our own Sacrament Meeting to sing it again. The thing is we hadn't really practiced and we weren't very familiar with our parts.

The Christmas program is normally my favorite Sacrament meeting of the entire year, but something just seemed to be missing this year. Throughout the program the microphone kept going out or having static so you couldn't hear any of the spoken parts. And the songs just didn't touch me like they normally do. Not even the primary song. I could have skipped but went because I really wanted to be there. And its not that I regret the experience...I guess it just wasn't what I was looking forward to as the spiritually uplifting reminder of the meaning of Christmas.

After church my mom let me know that my punk little brother bought himself the thing he had told me I could get him for Christmas. Which I already had. Since he will be at my house at midnight tonight and leaves early tomorrow, I only had this afternoon to find a replacement gift. So the last place I wanted to be...out with all the cranky last minute shoppers is where I found myself. I did manage to get him a gift without too much trouble but by then my hip was killing me and I was emotionally drained. And my little brother and a friend who are picking up the other brother from the airport decided to come to my house early and hang out. The problem is when his flight comes in at 11:30, early is 9:30 which is just when I would be getting ready to go to bed. So I feel like I have to stay up and hang out and entertain. And as mentioned before I did not get a good night's sleep last night.

Baddaddy as always was so good to me; holding me while I had a good cry, rubbing my feet and telling me that he would stay up with them while I went to bed. Then he took me to dinner at Outback Steakhouse. I know, I know, it's Sunday, but I had already gone out shopping and making dinner was the last thing I wanted to do. So, we heathens went out and it was great! Nothing like grilled pineapple to make everything all better!!!!

So now, after all of my venting and really good food, I feel better. We are going to play a little Zelda: Ocarina of Time and then open his stocking stuffer. And when I am tired I will go to bed. Regardless of the company.

So, here is me today with 12 weeks to go.