Singing in the Rain

I wandered outside last night with the dogs. (Yes I have dogs now. 2 long haired chihuahuas. My husband who is now banned from ksl saw them in the free section. So he took Josh up to look at them and I get a phone call. You know the one. Look how cute they are. We promise to take care of them and clean them and we love them so much they will be the best dogs EVER! Please please please please? And that was just from Aaron. ha ha ha ha. So now I have dogs. Cute little fluffy rats that they are. They don't bark except at the door, but they get over that pretty quick. They don't shake or pee when excited which is really nice. Over all I forgive them for guilting me into saying ok.)

Anyway, I still had yesterday's post in mind. So I stood there in the dark, listening to the wind go through the trees. Just me on the lawn with my fluffy rats. I closed my eyes and just listened. It sounds like the ocean. Like waves crashing down. I used to dream about what it would be like to talk to the trees. And if the wind was just the trees talking to each other. I read a book that had a tree in it that was a whole bunch of trees. 50 or 60 of them but they all shared the same root system. They were basically all one tree, or maybe a family i'm not sure. I thought about that wondering how they must talk to each other. With branches? Maybe shared sap? Like the sap was the blood of the tree coursing through all of them, sharing thoughts of the sun, the soil and the wind. How we must seem like mayflies with quicksilver in our veins. Rushing here, scurrying there, trying to fit everything in to our tiny short lives. I often think about how relaxing it might be to slow myself down and sink my mind into the sould of a tree. Feel myself slowly move along with the sap, feel the sun warm the leaves, and breathe. "But alas, quicksilver is my nature to ones like these."

And what about the mountains? How far would you have to slow yourself down in one place long enough to hear something from the stones? Those bones of the earth that have been here since the beginnings. Im not sure we are even mayflies to them. Far faster than quicksilver are we to them. But oh my, what wisdom and knowledge would we hear? The history of the earth, the ice ages and great floods?

Being quicksilver is allright though when its all you know. Im sure even the mayflies move at a pace that seems right to them. It rained all morning and will do so for a day or two the weather man says. I love the rain. I love the smell, and the sound. I love to listen to the thunder and watch the lightning. So who wants to be a mountain or a tree with no feet? They cant sing and dance in the rain.

Standing in the wind

On the Pride and Predjudice theme... I was at work this morning and my mom was playing the soundtrack to the movie. I was listening to the piano and I could picture Elizabeth Bennett standing on the cliff, with the wind blowing all around her. And I wondered what was she thinking about? What was she seeing? I listen to that music and it is relaxing, picturing myself on that cliff, standing in the wind. Listening to it blow, feeling it whip my hair and tug at my clothes and kiss my skin. Watching the sky and the clouds and the ground all around me, spread out for me to see. It's freeing. Just to let all my care and troubles and stresses free and be blown away for a while. To just stand there... What is so appealing to me in that thought? To just stand there, alone, in the wind.

Pride + Predjudice + Zombies = Silly

While I was in the airport on our way to California I wandered into a bookstore. There I found a gem. It was called Pride and Prejudice and Zombies. Oh my. It is the original book, just with some additions. The total effect of this is pure silliness. It's fun. Like in this picture where it shows everyone at the first ball where Mr. Darcy complains she is barely tolerable, then the zombies crash in the windows and the girls line up in the pentagram of death and fight to save the people. Never had Mr. Darcy seen anyone so fierce with a blade and he was immediately drawn to her. Ha ha ha ha. Elizabeth is definitely bad ass in this book. Having been trained with her sisters in the orient you know. Anyway, just had to review it. It was a lot of laughs, fun and silliness.I hear the author is already thinking of other titles to "add" to like A Farewell To Arms...And Legs. Ha Ha ha hahah. Here is an excerpt from the first chapter.

Plodding along.....

I have decided that I don't understand twitter. There is simply nothing that interesting about my life that I would need to constantly tell people about. "now I'm at the store buying apples. Now I am catching up on Dr. Who. Now I am brushing my teeth." I mean..really?? I rarely even update my facebook status because I have nothing to say. Which lead me back into this convoluted circle of explaining why I am so bad at this. I think to myself... I cant write until I have something cool to say. Then I realize how boring my life is. :)Then I realize .. I would rather have it be boring then tragic so hey! Optimism you know.
Except it really depends on what you call boring. My husband kind of defies the word. He is a very strange man. I love him, but he is an odd duck. We are down to 7 weeks until he leaves for boot camp. *sigh* I really hope he can make it. His back has been so bad that I worry. But, I pray for him. I believe this is what he is supposed to be doing, what we are supposed to be doing as a family and so he will make it and it will be a good thing. I really do. But I stress anyway.
Moving into my grandparents house has been a really cool thing. I felt like I had their blessing, that they dont mind my kids running around, playing drums in the basement and throwing walnuts at each other on the lawn. (Which is kind of a miracle since thats exactly what my grandmother minded when she was alive.) Not having attached neighboors, a huge lawn, tons of space. It's great. The kids have started at their new schools and have started to make friends. Thats a relief for me too. And the ward I live in is awesome, everyone is so friendly. And I am a hermit so they have to go out of their way to be friendly, and they do. Continually, not just once to say hi welcome. It's the perfect spot for us to be right now.
All in all, I have lots be grateful for. I find (like with my journal) I usually only take time to write when I am sad, or angry, or stressed so I just wanted to write one that says everything is fine. Thanks. :)