I'm not laughing.....okay maybe I am

Last week Joe and I were screening a magic-mind trick show from the UK to see if it was "clean" enough to show to his psychology class. We had it recorded and had been fast-forwarding through most of the commercials until we got a little distracted and actually found ourselves watching one of the commercials.

I saw it. I laughed. I begged that he rewind it and let me watch it again. Twice.

It was a boy band. Not just any boy band. They are called JLS and it was like N'Sync and The Backstreet Boys adopted 4 British orphans and raised them in a secluded house with no contact from the outside world. They sang. They danced. They used hand gestures to convey every word that came out of their mouth.

Later that night I just could not help myself and searched for them on youtube. Between my fits of laughter I learned that they are fans of foundation, spray on tans, baby oil, and pulling their shirts down to show off their unimpressive, although smooth (and well oiled), pecks.

I made the mistake of having my facebook up in another tab while I was watching their music videos and the second I set my laptop down Joe grabbed it, found their page on facebook, and clicked the "become a fan" button. Yes people I am now a fan of JLS on facebook.

The next day I hopped in the car to run Maeson to gymnastics and to my surprise, instead of hearing Jason Mraz come out of my speakers I heard something quite different. My husband had downloaded the whole JLS album, burned it to a cd, and cued it up to play when I started the car.

So....if you have ever sat around and thought to yourself, "Man! Sometimes I just really miss the late 90's" go get yourself some of this on youtube.

Perspective

It seems that each time I find the need to complain about something our Heavenly Father gently reminds me of how truly lucky I am, and today I am thankful for that.

Many times in life it seems that I am looking for the "Now" button. Why can't I have what I want right this second? Am I unworthy? Have I done something wrong? It is often difficult to for me to understand. So lately I have really been pondering the virtue of patience. I am by nature a very patient person. I always have been. I remember as a child not being able to understand arguments and anger. I was always the peacemaker of the family, and still am. I can handle crying babies, tantrum throwing toddlers, people driving slow in the fast lane, and the dentist office running a half an hour late. I am able to put my faith in the Lord that things will happen the way they are supposed to, but I am ashamed to admit that I lack the patience to wait for it. Whether it is having another child, finding the perfect job, or finding that person we want to spend the rest of our lives with we must have patience. Timing is not up to us, it is up to Him. I am challenging myself to stay firm in the truth that our prayers our heard, even when they are not instantly answered. We are heard and we are loved and he knows what is best for us.

I am so glad that I have what I have and am so thankful for gentle reminders.

Today

I took a shower at 10:00 and still haven't dried my hair...in fact I still have a towel on my head. It's almost 1 now.

My son is walking around the house in a pirate shirt, buzz lightyear underpants, and princess shoes, while holding a screwdriver (you know in case something needs fixed)

I've had two diet cokes

I've taken four Tylenol

and can't believe that I have another sinus infection. I had surgery six years ago to fix this problem.

Apparently it didn't work and now all I want to do today is lay in a dark room, with a hot towel on my eyes, a humidifier, and an intoxicating aroma of Vicks Vaporub.

But, Maeson has gymnastics at 2 and I should probably get some pants on Den'ja.

If this goes on much longer I'm going to have to pay someone to change my blog background for me. It's okay if Thanksgiving was over a month ago, right?