Wednesday, August 4, 2010

B is for Bored...

... As you can tell, Alma's been home alone and pretty bored for the past week. The result of said boredom is apparently an outpouring of creative genius.

Another result of his boredom is crankiness, so to remedy the situation I'm whisking him off to sunny Hawaii today. See you when we get back!

K is for Kanye West...

I once heard, somewhere out there in the telestial world, that since the Savior died for our sins, it's a slap in His face if we do not repent, fast.

If that is true then Dave Ramsey has a welt on his left cheek because I have not been so gazelle intense.

Also, I do detest it when SYTYCD does their blurp on the dancers and their life. I don't care if their mother love them and cry on the show; it's getting depressing. Really? really... Show me a blurp if their mother hates them because I haven't seen a mother that hates their child, except in really depressing movies. It would be even more amazing to see if the dancer had an artificial leg because his leg was bitten off by a great white shark at Sea World. I don't care anymore about how their father wanted them to play football instead of dance or how they were born to dance. Just show me some dancing and Mia needs to do us a favor to shut her kaka mouth and flippy hands. I can't believe I miss Mary Murphy; I can't believe I watch SYTYCD.

Monday, August 2, 2010

K is for Kreatest Pick-up Line...

Casanova wooed girls with his charming good looks...

Seal wooed Heidi with his wonderful "kiss from a rose" with a Batman cape draping his shoulders on top of a mountain so tall that it made Tower of Babel feel like a underground bomb shelter... (it's amazing they can understand each other...)

But (one thing I hate is to start a sentence with "but", but sometimes "but's" are necessary when you are having a stream of unconscious consciousness... when nothing makes sense) the greatest pick-up line has to be from Nephi when he went back to Jerusalem and knocked on Ishmael's door... "Ummm, I don't know how to say this... but... God sent me. I have come for your daughter..." (can I sing for you?)

But, in Nephi's defense, of all the things he had been asked to do, this probably had to be the hardest; to soften the heart of the future father-in-law, future mother-in-law, future wife, future sister-in-law, future brother-in-law, future horses, future goats, etc. Kill Laban, check, get brass plates, check, build a big ship, check, check, check, get married, huh?

But for some, like Casanova, it's probably a simple task, nothing but a chicken wing. But for a good LDS man like Nephi, it could be like pulling teeth that's been regularly flossed and brushed and mouth-washed with Listerine maximum strength... dirty mouth?

What if Nephi really didn't like Ishmael's daughter? What if Ishmael's daughter already had a boyfriend? And what were the chances Nephi's wife was righteous and Laman and Lemuel's wives were not so nice?

This was the starting point of my EQ lesson on Sunday.

It ended with one person walking out and few others looking at each other as if they just joined the Korean mob-slash-cult.