I listened to John Mayer's new(er) cd TRY. And Gravity was my theme song this weekend. I don't know what my deal was, but listening to Gravity over and over again is apparently a sure fire way to cure the blues. Worked for me anyway. And I love the cd. I like his other stuff. It's mellow and good for when Sarah's not in her 80's rocker mood. But I repeat, I love the cd.
Highlights from this weekend.....our stake historian meeting on SATURDAY MORNING only lasted 3 hours. So that was cool. ;) Because of the mood I was in, and people being scarce and in scarce I mean out of town, I treated myself to a little jaunt down to temple square. Walked around a bit, took some pictures and enjoyed myself until I could no longer feel my nose and it was probably signaling so as a bright red beacon in the night, er late afternoon.
In sacrament meeting, I began singing the closing hymn, only the wrong one. Book was open to the correct page, and yet I decided Hope of Israel went much better with the tune we were singing. And the hoards of guys sitting in front of us found this very amusing. I apparently take after my father even more than I thought. And anyone who recalls the mistake which was asking the Jones family to sing The Friendly Beasts in the Christmas program all those years ago, knows exactly what I speak of.
In Sunday School, lesson on marriage. It was a roaring good time, especially when one dear brother made the comment that we all need to be "playing the field". The teacher, who was none other than KSL's Amanda Butterfield, advised him not to use the word "play" when suddenly, from the back of the classroom, a voice whispered (but one of those whispers that everyone can hear) "RESPECT the field".
And so, all I have to say is gravity, stay the hell away from me.
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I was so going to write a post on that album. But alas, my insane schedule kept me from it, and you beat me to it. I LOVE LOVE LOVE that album. LOVE IT.
But what can you expect, being married to John Mayer's biggest fan and all...
I will always have a warm corner in my heart and a tear of laughter in my eye for "the friendly beasts". I need to write that in my personal history.
Yes you do. I will never forget the Webster family doubled over in laughter, er, joy? in the front pew.
It was a Christmas miracle for sure that we got through that without being struck by lightening for laughing through the entire song. (I don't think that can be considered a hymn. In our defense, we DID not choose the song.
we did choose which verses to sing and in what order. So we didn't all make the same choices...
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