Who Knew?

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My entire life whenever I sang “Surfin’ USA” I would sing “If everybody had a notion across the USA.”

It wasn’t until I heard my girls singing it a couple of weeks ago that I learned that I have been singing the wrong words for about three decades. Did you know that the Beach Boys are actually saying “If everybody had an ocean across the USA”????

Someone please tell me you have been singing “a notion” this whole time, too.

(Okay, now I must admit that one song I definitely do know all the correct words to is “Puppy Love.” Even if I’m wrong, I’ll never admit it!)

I Want to be a Farmer

Why? Because is it just me, or has the cost of groceries skyrocketed ? Maybe it’s because it is “the season” in south Florida, the time of year when all the northerners come down to enjoy our weather.
I noticed the change a couple of weeks ago when I went to Wal-Mart to buy my favorite kind of cranberry juice. I noticed it again when the eggs I buy at Costco because they are so cheap now cost $5.99. I noticed it again today when the bagels I buy are now double the price. None of these increases were gradual; they zoomed up overnight.
So, life as a farmer sounds good to me. I could get our milk from our cow, our eggs from our hen, and any kind of vegetable we wanted.
Or maybe it’s time to break open the 1,000 pounds of wheat in the garage. Do any of you have good wheat recipes for bread that I can make in my bread maker?

Seven Years of Bad Luck All in One Day

It all started this morning when Adrienne accidentally broke my hand mirror.

About an hour later Erica yelled, “Mommy, the nail polish fell and broke and spilled all over the floor!” (And all over her jeans!)
As soon as we got the nail polish all cleaned up, I opened the kitchen cabinet and a bottle of ketchup came flying out and fell on the tile floor and broke. Of course while I was cleaning it up I stepped on a piece of glass and cut my foot. (No, I am not kidding.)Tonight I was cleaning up some more of the nail polish and a picture fell off the wall.I am going to bed. Wake me when it’s over.

How the Whole Donny Thing Came About: It’s a Long Post, but Worth Taking the Time to Read!!

 

When I was about nine years old I developed a huge crush on Donny Osmond. I soon learned that he was a Mormon. As a Catholic living in New Jersey, I didn’t even know other religions existed, so the concept of Mormon meant nothing to me. I soon learned that it meant he didn’t drink or smoke.

As the years went by and I entered junior high school, my friends started to drink and smoke in the woods behind our house. Whenever they offered some to me, I would always so “no.” Why? Because I truly believed that Donny wouldn’t like me and of course he would never marry me if he knew I drank and smoked!!!!

During that same time my mom would read “Reader’s Digest.” There were often ads in there titled “What Keeps the Osmonds Together and Happy.” You could fill out a form and receive info about the church, so I did. I started to learn everything I could about the faith. (Donny was married by this time, so I knew all hopes of marrying him were over!)

When I was a junior in high school, the missionaries came into the store where I worked. I looked at them and said, “Are you Mormon missionaries? I have been looking for you my whole life!” You all know the rest of the story. This past December was the 25th anniversary of my baptism.

How did all that lead to Donny’s singing to us for our 20th wedding anniversary?

About this time last year I received an email from Donny.com promoting his new CD which was going to be released in April. I completely FREAKED OUT when I saw (and heard a sample) that he sang our wedding song on the CD!!!! What are the chances of that? Not only was Donny coming out with a new CD in April on which he sang our wedding song, but April also happened to be our anniversary month!

I completely FREAKED OUT again when I saw that Donny was going to perform in some small venues, one of which was in my favorite place in the world: New York City. So our anniversary was all planned. We would spend the weekend in NYC and see Donny and hear him sing our wedding song.

The only problem was the tickets were “General Admission.” Such things put me in panic mode, especially when it comes to Donny. Sometimes I’m glad that he never performs around here because honestly, if I don’t have the front center seat I can’t go see him.  Just the thought makes me panic.  I need to know that HE KNOWS how he is affecting me.  It’s a very difficult feeling for me to describe.

So here is how it all went down: I am sitting on the couch in the hall at Church one Sunday last March (a few weeks before the concert) and I start talking to a lady I had never seen before. She told me she had been attending our ward sporadically for about a year or so. They had a condo in Florida and a house in Connecticut. I then asked her if she evers goes to NYC, told her that we would be going in a couple of weeks to see Donny, and she said how fun it would be if she and her husband could also get tickets to his show and meet us in the city. (We had an instant connection!)

I then told her the venue, which was “Feinstein’s at the Regency” to which she replied, “Oh, my husband’s best friend owns that hotel!!!” WHAT?????????????????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My panic about having a “General Admission” ticket immediately subsided! A couple of phone calls is all it took and we got the best seats in the house!!

Now let’s fast-forward to the night of the concert. I was sitting in the lobby of the venue while Neil was waiting outside for our new friends to arrive. While I was sitting there, I turned around and there was Donny and his son Don walking right behind me in the lobby!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I ran up to him and blurted out some kind of nonsense about how I had loved him my whole life and how I had always wanted to thank him for the example he was to me and thank him for my eternal family. I also kept saying, “AGHH! I can’t believe my husband has the camera!” I also told him how he would be singing our wedding song and that we were celebrating our 20th anniversary.

WELL, fast-forward to the concert…the time comes for him to sing the song. He looks at me, asks me my name, and calls me up on stage. He told the audience how he saw me earlier and that I was upset because my husband had the camera. Neil then takes a picture of me with Donny. Donny then proceeds to call Neil up on the stage, too. He pulled two stools over for us, sat us down, and sang the song to us.

I COULD NOT BREATHE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! At the end I hugged him and said, “Thank you for my eternal family.” It was more than a dream-come-true. I had wished to have that one moment to look in his eyes and thank him, and it happened.

So, there you have it! When people see the pictures (I carry around a little book and show them to EVERYONE) they all ask how Neil arranged the whole thing. Funny thing is, all he did was pay for it! We all know who arranged it…and it wasn’t me and it wasn’t our new friends…

P.S. What is the song? “If” by Bread. The one that goes “If a picture paints a thousand words, then why can’t I paint you?”…

**STORY UPDATE Jan. 18th, 2010**….Wow!  It’s been a really long time since I have read this post.  As I read it again almost three years after it happenied,  it still makes me smile.  It also still makes me hyperventilate.  One of my biggest wishes was to look Donny in the eye and personally thank him for my eternal family.  I feel so extremely blessed to have been given that opportunity.  Right there, that very moment on stage with Donny on one side of me and Neil on the other side, I KNEW that God was aware of me and my desires.  That is not a feeling that is common to me, even though I know it should be.  I am so thankful for the experience to not only thank “my missionary,” but also to feel God’s love for me.  😉

The House is Painted, The Grout is Clean, The Orange and Palm Trees Sway

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The last time we bought paint to paint the inside of our house I had the guy at Home Depot print off an extra label of the color formula so I could keep it in my wallet and buy a gallon if I ever needed one for touch-ups. Needless to say, we were beyond SHOCKED when we went back two weeks ago to buy paint. The label said “1998”!!!! The last time we painted was ten years ago!! How disgusting is that???? We didn’t realize how gross the inside of our house was until now!!!! I told Neil I don’t know how we ever made new friends with our house looking so nasty!

After eight days of non-stop work, “Mr. Steve” finished today:
He did the walls, baseboards, and doors:He put on new door knobs:He even did some ceiling repairs: It looks wonderful! Now not only can we make new friends, we can have them over to our house, too!!!