Surprise Solo!

You guys will NOT believe what I did in church yesterday. Unless you were there, in which case you're probably still laughing about it.

So yesterday we had one of those music testimony meetings where people can come up and bear their testimony about a certain hymn. Then the whole congregation sings one verse of the hymn. It was great! Very spiritual, very beautiful.

Until I ruined the whole thing.

You see, I was one of the music conductors for the meeting. Another sister and I were tag-teaming, taking turns leading the songs. Somehow I ended up with all the tricky ones! (3/2 time, REALLY? Thanks a lot, John B. Dykes.)

One of those tricky songs was "Come, Come, Ye Saints," which switches back and forth between 4/4 time and 3/4 time. I was SO focused on switching from ending in 3/4 time to starting again in 4/4 time that I forgot we were only supposed to sing ONE VERSE!

Trevor had stopped playing the organ, and the congregation had stopped singing... but I was so focused on getting that rhythm right that I didn't even notice.

I belted out a magnificent "WHYYYYY!!" It was beautiful. It was worthy of an opera.

I started mentally congratulating myself on both getting that tricky rhythm right AND singing beautifully. THEN my brain finally remembered that we were only supposed to sing one verse... and I realized that there was no organ playing... and no one else singing except me.... and I sat down as quick as I could. Everyone was laughing, including me!

That is one music testimony meeting I'll never forget!

Maybe A Little Irreverent

We bought this sweet Thor USB drive for Trevor a while back.

But you know what? I think it looks less like Thor and more like Jesus.

What do you think? Is it just me?

Potatopia

What do you do with a free 50 lb bag of potatoes?

Well, first you share 25 lbs of it with someone else... let's not be ridiculous here, two people cannot eat 50 lbs of potatoes before they go bad.

And then, you think of as many ways to eat potatoes as possible!

Delicious, but I don't want to see another potato again for a loooong time.

Facepalm, Facebook.

Why does Facebook think I'm a mom? I keep getting ads for diapers, bottles, etc. on my Facebook page. No matter how many times I click that little gray x, they keep coming back! What the heck?

Seriously, it has gotten so bad over the last few days, I started collecting screenshots of the little buggers:

I mean, it's hard enough to be infertile without virtual vendors peddling baby products on my news feed. But this one really takes the cake:

Even without the blatant apostrophe misuse, this one really offends me. Oh, parenting-source.com, I can't tell you how much I want to be in "The Private Club for Moms." It's a club I always thought I'd be in; motherhood has been my goal since I was a little kid. Now I know that it's going to be more difficult for me to achieve that dream than it is for most people, and sometimes I do feel like I'm being left out of the "club."

And *ahem, Facebook advertising people* sometimes I'd like one less reminder of that fact, capisce?