It's the Hap-Happiest Season of ALL

I may be jumping the gun on this, but it's sweater season. Allow me to demonstrate.



And yes, I'm happy to sign any modeling contract that comes my way. Seriously, though. Is there any happier season than fall?

Registering

I've always said that it would be hard for me to register. What do I need that I haven't already bought myself? As a non-19-year-old, non-student, I've pretty much needed to provide for myself over the past several years.

Well, Monday night and Tuesday night, Murray and I spent some good quality time registering. I was surprised by how many things I needed! We registered from 7:00-9:00 on Monday and from 7:00-8:30 last night. We registered at Williams Sonoma and at Bed Bath and Beyond.

At Bed Bath and Beyond, they asked us how many people we'd be inviting. I don't actually know, but I've been making an uneducated guess of 400. It seems pretty accurate. Of course, a lot of those people are out of towners anyway. But still. That's roughly how many invites we'll send out. They said that we should register for about 800 items, then, giving our guests a good amount of choice in gift buying.

I was ready for the challenge.

I registered like I would shop. For example, when I found a $40 spring form pan at Williams Sonoma, I said, "Why would I ever need a $40 spring form pan?? There'll be something cheaper at Bed Bath & Beyond." Sure enough there was. We found a 3-pack for $9.99. That's the one we registered for. Just because people will be buying us gifts doesn't mean that they should waste their money on overpriced items. (El Senor pointed out that he owns the $40 Williams Sonoma spring form pan and claims that only things he makes in it turn out well.

And really, after an investment of three and a half hours, I really felt that we had accomplished our mission. We were successfully registered. We didn't register for nose hair clippers (though I threatened Murray that I'd add it to the registry) and we did register for lots of hangers. This made Murray exclaim, "For the poor people! This way, poor people who want to get us something can buy something they can afford!" I prefer to call them "students."

Today, I decided to go online to review our handiwork and see how close we came to 800 items. Here's the tally:

Williams Sonoma = 19 items (7 of which are cookbooks)
Bed Bath and Beyond = 34 items

Maybe if we'd brought along Murray's brother Steve, the Price is Right king, we would have done a lot better.

Does Apple have a registry?

Seriously, though, any registry advice you could send us, we'd appreciate. Clearly we're not doing it right.

About Goats


What I Learned about Goats at the Utah State Fair

1) Goats are adorable. The ones that love me, anyway. That's most of them, according to Miss Nemesis, who called me the Goat Whisperer. I want a goat.

2) Clean goats feel like velvet.

3) Goats sometimes have lop-ears. Sometimes they have no ears.

4) Goats are affectionate. And sweet.

5) Some goats have tassels on their necks. These are soft and could be harvested as lucky rabbit's feet.

6) Goats blow their noses on Murray when he tries to pet them.


What I Learned about Goats on My Mission in Italy

1) Goats don't taste good.

2) Goat cheese tastes good.


What I've Concluded

1) I should get a pet goat, make cheese, and not eat the goat.




And now, the lyrics to a song Grandpa would sing when we were growing up.

Oh Patty McGinty, an Irishman of note,
Came into a fortune and bought himself a goat.
"A goat's milk! A goat's milk! I'm sure to have me fill!"
But when he brought his nanny home, he found it was a bill.

Why I Love Work


Remember a while ago how I said that I am designing bags and fabric? Well, I try not to post too many pictures because I feel it's company property, but I can't resist sharing this with you.

Part of the great thing about my job now is finding all the samples of my work coming in. Sometimes they just appear on my desk while I'm out of my office. Sometimes, like the other night when Murray was at the office with me, I start looking around at all the bags and purses in the area and realize, "Oh, hey, I designed that fabric," or "Oh, hey, I designed that zipper pull."

Today, I got back from the gym and found this in my office---a sample fabric that I did. I'd make a couple tweaks, but generally I like it. Oh, and since I can't resist an opportunity to brag about Murray, I'll say that these flowers came from a trip that Murray and I took to Red Butte Gardens, where we sketched flowers for an evening so that I could use the shapes in my work. Murray, you are the wind beneath my wings.

Three Church Observations

I don't blog very often about church because I've been in fairly normal wards that don't give me much blog fodder, but this week, I have three things to share from my ward.

1) For the opening hymn, the pianist started playing the wrong music. It didn't help that the hymn she was playing was also a two-liner and almost the same meter. So some people tried to make the words fit with the wrong tune, but found that difficult when they got to the end of the first line. I couldn't tell what to do because the chorister was not singing. At all. She was completely tight lipped. At half-way through the second verse, the pianist recognized her error and just stopped in the middle of the song, flipped the page, and started playing the right song. It was a good way to get everyone's attention.

2) We had a very male-dominated fast and testimony meeting. And suddenly, another aspect of this ward made much more sense. This is the first ward I have ever been in where the Relief Society lets out on time every week and the Elder's Quorum goes into overtime. Every week. Obviously, in Art City, the men are more sensitive and long-winded.

I'd like to just address a point that I just made, though. Did you really get what I just said? The Relief Society lets out on time. This is absolutely unprecedented. I am a big proponent of the fact that the Spirit leaves the room as soon as the meeting should be over. During overages, people are just sitting there staring at the clock, wondering how much longer the meeting will go. No one is feeling the Spirit. This ward is revolutionary. The sisters end their lessons about five to ten minutes before the scheduled end of class, leaving time for any closing remarks, the hymn and the prayer. I simply have never experienced this before. Ever. I think that maybe my Relief Society presidency should speak at the RS Broadcast in October so that all the Relief Societies in the world can learn from their example.

3. I have had my records transferred to Murray's ward in Springville. So before RS started yesterday, I was sitting in my seat. Two girls sitting near me started talking:

Girl 1: Hey. I just got my visiting teaching assignment. You're my companion.

Girl 2: Oh, that's great!

Girl 1: Yeah, well, you'll have a hard time working with my schedule. I am REALLY difficult to accommodate.

Girl 2: I just normally schedule appointments for Sunday morning before church because that usually works best for everyone.

Girl 1: Yeah, that works well for me, actually. Okay, so what is with this lady who lives in Salt Lake?? Did you see that?

Girl 2: [Pulls out her assignment.] Oh, yeah. I guess she does live in Salt Lake. Weird.

Girl 1: Like, why would she drive down to Springville every week to go to church??

Me, turning around to face them: Uh... actually, I think that's probably me.

Girl 1: Oh, good. I'm glad you are sitting there. So... what's the deal?

I told them "the deal," but after calling me "that lady" I expected at least some embarrassment. There was none however. We simply set up an appointment for Sunday morning.