Wishing For Daisy Halos - Secret: Strong Enough for a Man, Made for a Woman. What Kind of Slogan is THAT!?

So, is there ever a really good time to keep a secret from EVERYONE you know? Like, if you have a secret that's not really GOOD information, do you just keep it a secret? What about if it IS good information? What if it's stupid? What if it's gonna hurt someone's feelings, but you have to tell them anyways, like they have toilet paper stuck to their shoes? When do you keep secrets from family, from husbands? What if they're gonna find out anyways, but you are just not telling them to avoid the situation for as long as possible? What if the secret you have is something that everyone's going to throw back in your face, so why tell them now? Everyone's gonna say, "see, I told you so"...do you still tell them? And if you don't want their opinions about your secret, then why tell them anyways? Right?

Wishing for Daisy Halos - As Long As She Doesn't Snore

So, the north pole sucks!!! It's so cold here. My car wouldn't start and so we had to push it out of the stall so that Chris could park his car there so he could plug his in and get to work tomorrow. Pushing that beast was hideously horrible! I fell too many times, and in the 15 minutes it took us, I seriously came close to frostbite on my fingers and ears and toes. And I was wearing mitts!!!!


Okay, I'm reading The Work and the Glory, and it's at the part about plural marriages. I am a little confused on one part, though. Why do only the men get to marry twice or more? Why can't the woman have more than one? Because, the reason Brigham Young explained in history was that if a man married someone and she died, and then he remarried... how could he chose one wife over the other to be with for eternity? But, what about females in that same situation? Why isn't it the same-- I mean, we would love both husbands-- why make US chose? Why can we only get sealed once but men can be sealed indefinite amount of times?

Don't get me wrong. I would not stop Chris from marrying a second wife, *if he were a member and the church practised that* and I would be faithful in that. I would love her too, I'm sure, and I have no doubt that we would be best friends. I could imagine feeling that in a way, I was married to her too, as is Chris, just without the man-wife physical relationship, obviously. So, although I don't have a problem with the CONCEPT of plural marriage, I have a problem with a bit of the application part.

I know we aren't expected to do it. But one day we will.

Wishing For Daisy Halos - Chinese Torture for the Spiritually Insane

It's quarter past the first hour, and taking a late nap today is showing it's affects oh too clearly.

I don't really know what to say today, but feel inclined to get something out of me. Something stuck? Something dripping relentlessly on my forehead? Something vain and immature and far too personal for children's eyes?

I went to a party last night. A sex toy party. Put on by a member. Actually, more than half of the 30 or more people crammed into that house were LDS. And although we were ALL married, I wondered a little if it was wrong. It didn't feel wrong, but then again, I'm not the best judge of spiritual places and spiritual dangers-- take a look at too much of my life. I only felt a little weird after I went home and having bought a few things.

First of all, to quell any intrigue, I WILL NOT disclose *what* I bought. But there were many things, ranging from lotions and edible tattoos to "tools" and how-to picture books. After buying a few things, as EVERYONE else did (I know, if everyone jumped off a bridge....) I began to wonder what Chris would think. He knew where I was going, and what it was about, and he was fine with it. But when you have NOTHING in that secret drawer beside your bed because, well, frankly, you were already knocked-up at your wedding and didn't have a wedding shower where one usually acquires such gadgets and gizmos, after 3 years of marriage, bringing in a new...uh...experience to the bedroom can prove a tad daunting!

When we try them, AND I WILL NOT TELL YOU WHEN THAT IS :), it will be educational to us, I'm sure. But, I feel almost like what I've heard a virgin feels like on a wedding night-- a little excited, a little scared and a whole lotta "what the heck do I do with this" kinda feeling.

Church this morning started off on an interesting note. Chris came running upstairs to ask me what happened to the water pressure. I guess sometime last night, in our FRIGID cold winter, water mains froze or burst or something and the whole north east section of Calgary was out of water. So we were only having sacrament. After the water came back on a while later, church was put back to normal. But there were more than a few skippers and "bed-heads" who didn't realize the water had resumed. And there were bagillions of sacrament songers.... the late people who walk in during the sacrament song because apparently the scripture of 'the song of a righteous is a PRAYER unto me', think it's appropriate to just WALK in and shuffle seats and unload cheerios for their 30 kids during A PRAYER!!!! PEOPLE, COMMON!!! Unless you're bleeding, a child is screaming or, like LL sometimes does, swears that they have to go potty ***NOW***, then hold your horses until after the song AND prayer.

And then we went out for dinner, a practice that bothers me but obviously not enough to do something about it.

I paid my tithing today, did my calling best I could, taught my daughter something new about Jesus, set up visiting teaching, but once church was over I went to bed for my nap, then went to dinner at a restaurant with the family, then went to work, then watched TV.

I hate being one foot in the gospel. But I KNOW my intentions are true and that I surely do believe in the church and it's truth. No question. So where's my conviction? Where's my prenuptial stance that I took so strongly back then-- vowing that I will be true to my church no matter what?! yeah. Right. I've really kept that promise now, haven't I?!

Pathetic.

I think it's just easiest to say that there's too much grey in my life. To many grey lines that I never quite learned how to clearly outline. They're all a big pencil smudge, without a start or an end... just a slightly darker spot in the middle. By the time I hit that spot though, I'm either too far into the second grey half that I didn't even know I hit it, or I'm wallowing in self-pity like I am now. Ridiculous.

Wishing for Daisy Halos - Styrofoam Doesn't Absorb Very Well

So, my daughter's gonna drive me to drink. She's into this "peeing" habit. She's trained, but lately she just pees on whatever she wants. Today alone, she's peed her pants, the bathroom floor (which could just mean that she couldn't get there fast enough, I'll give her that one), she peed ON my sister's lap!!! EWW. And just now, she peed on the computer room floor, on a pile of Styrofoam balls, just to see what would happen. I watched the whole thing.
What a pain in the butt. It's almost as bad as my dumb cat, who pees on the bathroom mats and the down comforters on our beds! ARGGG... I mean, what's with PEE and my house!!!

EWW.


More stupid dreams last night. Always with some of the same people... living in memories, but the incidences are all current. It's weird. Maybe I should just move back home. Maybe I shouldn't. Chris wouldn't leave anyways, and I know my parents and probably my siblings will all move out to Alberta eventually, so why would I go there when they'll only leave. And I'll have to leave everyone all over again?!

My brother got his papers in on Sunday. That's pretty exciting news. I really hope he goes somewhere with bad food, like Taiwan or something... LOL. He needs that. Actually, he doesn't. He's so skinny already because he never eats. He needs to go... to somewhere Italian or Spanish where they feed missionaries like CRAZY!!!

Wishing for Daisy Halos - Ultra Cool

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WOW!!!! I just found out the absolutest coolest information I've heard in forever!!! My sister called me. She's a big family history/geneology buff. So, she says sshe felt inspired to look up my husband's ancestors. I don't quite know how she found the first part, but she went to familysearch.org and typed in Chris' great grandmother, Mary Irene Kearl. With that, she typed in her father, James and her mother, Mary. Then she put Canada, Alberta, and hit "search". In all that, up came Mary Irene. She went to her pedigree chart, and lo and behold, hundreds of names came up. Well, even thought she was really excited to find that, she kept searching for something else... After following a family line (The Hyatt Family), she came across this one name, Peregrine Smith, married to a Mary. ANyways, Peregrine's father was named John Smith. Peregrine's mother? Get this--- POCAHONTAS!!!!! Honestly! I couldn't believe it--- my children's 13th great grandmother is the actual pocahontas! (too bad we can't claim native status! :) )
Now I'm going to go look up a bunch of stuff on her, find out some information about her and John Smith, stuff that isn't on the site. I never really liked the Disney movie of Pocahontas, but I'm going to go out and buy it. After all, how many of us can say we've got a disney movie out about our grandmother?! I don't think Ariel was a real person. Was Mulan? Hercules doesn't count either...pinocchio... hrm.
I'm really excited about that. When LL's old enough, telling her about her grandmother will be really cool. She's not only got royal blood (from my side) but she's got famous native blood from Chris'. That's something pretty cool.

Wishing for Daisy Halos - Shadows of Yesteryear

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I used to write poetry. I used to write really good poetry-- words that touched parts of a heart that only feeling really ever gets to see. I used to put it into words better than you could feel it! I used to relieve myself in the pen and paper, dropping lyric of heart and feeling "free" from the pain or the joy of that emotion-- an emotion usually too strong to contain for long periods of time. I used to inspire people. I used to inspire myself. I used to. I used.

I hate remembering the past.