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Saturday night Beloved and I went to 5 guys for burgers. He loves it there. After we went over to the high school because I had seen a bill board for a concert by Elisabeth Von Trapp. The weather was awful; icy and snowing and COLD. We were totally bundled up and went in to see if there were tickets left. There were, then they told us it would be $25 each. Whoo. That was a lot more than I had planned on. We thanked them and headed back to the car. Before we even had the engine on a nice lady came running out into the sleet and knocked on our window. "would you be able to come for $15 each?" We agreed, more because we felt bad for her coming all the way out than that we thought $15 was a great deal, and went in and got our seats. It was us, 100 senior citizens and two families with kids in a half filled auditorium and I have to say it was wonderful.
It was a Christmas concert and her voice was very beautiful but what we liked best was her cello accompaniment. Erich Kory, was AMAZING. That cello made the most enthralling, lovely music.
I snuggled into Beloved's arm and just sat back and completely enjoyed it.
I love Christmas music.
She also sang some music from the sound of music and told some stories about her life in the von Trapp family that were so fun. Her father was "Kurt" from the movie.
When she sang Edelweiss it was so sweet and clear and beautiful and it reminded me of my own dad. Every night when I was growing up, all the way until I married and moved out of the house, he would come in my room to say good-night, and he'd sing to me. One of the songs he most often sang was Edelweiss. While my parents have been on their mission I haven't missed them, mostly because I have been so thrilled and excited and proud of them and their missionary service. But that night, during that song, I was a little home sick for my Papa.

This next paragraph I'd like to title "good deeds gone bad". At the beginning of the month we decided that each Sunday we'd make a treat and deliver it to a neighbor or friend. Yesterday we got home from church, quickly baked some cookies and set off to deliver them to a couple fo the kid's teachers.
At that point no one wanted to go.
We made them.
They cried.
We drove to the first place and hopped out, E didn't bring a coat and was wearing shorts and rain boots. How did we miss that?
They weren't home.
We left it on the porch and went to the next place.
Kids complaining all the way.
Next house.
No one home,
but we did leave a tire print rut in the grass (oops) and there was a hungry dog eyeing the plate as we left so hopefully he had a nice treat.

Do we have to go again next week??

Last night we had a friend and his son over for dinner. I thought I'd made some "pioneer woman stuffed jalapenos" since they are fellow Texans and that seemed like "man food":) I was a little scared because of the kryptonite quality of the peppers. The recipe had all kinds of warnings about wearing gloves and not touching the seeds. I actually did get a squirt of the juice on my hand, and it did burn me. Weird.
I got them all made and in the oven and about half way through the cooking time the oven was on fire from all the bacon grease, I opened it up to check and got a face full of jalapeno smoke that burnt my eyes and filled the air with it's toxic vapor. We had to evacuate.

Eventually dinner was served, and it was good, however it's a good thing I don't embarrass easily because having your guests standing around outside while waiting for the smoke to clear out of the kitchen is not on Martha's "how to hostess" list of things to do.

Evidence that I am the world's worst singer:
The other morning we got into the car to drive to seminary and I told J that the day before I heard a song on the radio that I loved and hadn't heard in awhile and wanted her to tell me what it was called. I then told her I would sing a few bars for her. Which I did And she identified the song. Then she said "I'm so glad I could tell what you were singing because when you told me what we were going to do I thought~ oh no, she's going to sing and it won't sound anything like a song and I'll guess something wrong and it will be awful (huge quiet sigh)"

Yesterday in church I was sitting next to S and singing the hymns so nicely and she looked at me with "the look", and I apologised then said to her, I really miss sitting near Tori and listening to her sing~ she sounded SO BEAUTIFUL, and then I could blend. And S said (with a very serious face) "you never blended."
Ouch.

And now it's Monday morning and I have things to do so enough rambling for the day :)