Intensity is a spice of life

Don't ask me; I just thought it would grab your attention.

Steven and I volunteered at Telus World of Science Edmonton today. It's always so much fun there, with the travelling galleries and the discovery zones. Not to mention all the various 'moving' interactive shows that they put on every now and again. Steven was in charge of this one where you learn about different birds' eggs. The ostrich egg was easy, but I had no idea that crow eggs were greenish with brown spots! I did know about some of the others, though.

It's my birthday next Thursday, so my family wants to get together tomorrow to celebrate. It's gonna be outside the city itself, but I'm looking forward to it! I mean, it's not every day that you turn 23!

Steven is reading Xenocide by Orson Scott Card right now. He hasn't read it in a while, so when I got it for him, he was relatively speechless. And occasionally, he stops and reads something out loud to me. It's so endearing!

We're planning on going to see "Nanny McPhee" at the cheap theatre tonight. I almost always love those hokey (semi)fantasy movies. That plus I really admire Emma Thompson.

Hoh. Time te go.

I thought emotional crises were for the young...

Had an interesting night last night. Both Steven and I were so stressed out about absolutely EVERYTHING that neither of us could sleep at all! We got to talking about a lot of interesting things and ideas. It helped.

Other than that, not much happened today. I had to process 34 friggin' bags yesterday that were to be shipped out east today! And not only that, but our delivery was late, so I didn't have anything to do for the more part of the morning. They keep saying "Keep busy", but it's kinda hard to do when you've done everything already.

I got this book by John Ringo called There Will Be Dragons, and aside from the language and slightly explicit behaviour of half the charaters, I really like it. One wish of mine that I've had for as long as I can remember was that I wanted to either ride a dragon, or be one. Mostly be one. In this book, that was not only possible, but there was an entire race of dragon-people, and you could change your physiology whenever and however you wanted to! The forty-first century sounds intriguing to say the least. Bast is priceless.

Easter is coming up this weekend, and because of that, I have Friday off. No deliveries till next week (YAY!). Hopefully Steven and I will be able to get away by ourselves for a day or two. Sigh. I haven't had a vacation since LAST spring. Neither has Steven. We could seriously use one right about now. We just need a vehicle . . .

Steven and I were hoping to get pregnant sometime soon after our first wedding anniversary, but that fell through the floor. Now, I'm kinda glad we don't have children yet, because we're both so worn out from trying to keep up with Steven's school and my work, that we would do a great disservice to any kids by ignoring them. I would never forgive myself if I did that to my kids. That was something I kinda learned on the sidelines of being raised by my parents: They may have had stuff that they needed to do, but if you had a question or needed a hug or ANYTHING, they were willing to drop ANYTHING and talk for a bit. Many (not all, but many) parents nowadays don't really do that much. Or so I've noticed, but that's me.

Well I'm tired now. Gonna go greet my husband and tell him I love him all over again!

Been a while, eh?

My weekends are always insane. But then, I probably wouldn't have remembereed that I had time tonite to come here if Steven hadn't told me. For a person with a photographic memory, I don't remember things very well.

(This is the time when I mention that photographic memory and perfect/total recall are two VERY different things . . .)

In theatre, they say that the worse the dress rehearsal is, the better the first performance will be. Well, I'm in choir at the Institute here in Edmonton, and if that saying was the only indication for how good our choir performance was yesterday compared to our rehearsal Thursday, we should've been translated! As it goes, though, we did a very good job! Our conductor, Sister Landreth, was very happy with us! We followed all the dynamics, did exactly the right inflections and wording... she was all-around pleased! I'm still getting over my nerves of trying my best. That's the thing about me: I get my "battle nerves" AFTER the fact. Call me crazy.

Steven is studying for an exam he has tomorrow night. He's a little stressed out right now, but at least he's not failing this course like he was failing one last year. I'm really proud of him actually. Even the calsses he absolutely hates without question, he's stuck through and finished. More than can be said for me. I was so sick and tired of my classes in Red Deer, I just wanted it over and done with; I didn't care if I passed or not, cuz I already had the skills I wanted out of it.

That bittersweet memory is flanked by a much better one though: Two days after I got home from Red Deer, Steven proposed to me! It was Easter Sunday and my birthday, so I was absolutely over the moon! I was fighting off a cold when he did, so when he got down on one knee, my throat constricted to the point that I couldn't speak! When he asked if I would marry him, I was trying REALLY hard to talk, but he couldn't see me nodding, so I managed to squeak out a faint "Yes!" I literally squeaked! And it took my mom TWO HOURS to notice my ring at supper that evening! When she finally did, she screamed, just like I knew she would. It was funny.

Friday night, Steven and I got to meet up with my parents at the Royal Alberta Museum. We were going to see my little brother perform as Laman in the "Liken The Scriptures" play being put on there that night. It was the story of Nephi and Laban, and how Nephi did what the Lord commanded him to do, even if it was hard. Laman was Nephi's oldest brother, which was kinda funny, because Tristan (my little brother) was actually younger than almost everyone in the play except for the kids! He wasn't allowed to do his own makeup, so he was a little sad about that.

Only in my family will you find the guys know as much about makeup as the girls do, have AND wear their own tights, and are more fastidious with doing their own dressing and makeup than the girls! That was one thing that my parents loved about Steven: We got him dressed up for a "Medieval Feast" we were holding for the New Year, and he STAYED! We didn't have any extra tights to put him in, but we did have some 'peasant pants', and he stayed fot the whole thing! My mom knew he was the guy for me, and I agreed! :D

I'm tired now. I think I'll go play some games to relax before bed. Ciao!