I love a LOT of things about this school, which I'm not going to even bother listing. One of these things is our bell tower. I have always had a love affair with carillon bells, to the point that one of the things I'm looking for in a future home is close enough proximity to a church that I can hear the bells. I expect that conversation will be interesting with the Real Estate Agent. "If it's close to a Mormon church, that'd be really excellent, but can you just get me near some non-mormon church with an old bell tower? No, no, I'll be attending the Mormon church. Half and hour to the nearest stake center? No problem. Five minute drive from the catholic church with the bells? Uh, that's a little far..."
Back to our carillon bells! Every hour on the hour they play Come, Come, Ye Saints and then at other times they have little mini-concerts called programs where the organ majors get to rock out to a large variety of different songs. Last year I actually got to go in to the belltower during one of these programs and played a few notes! Very poorly, but I still played them, which counts!
Yesterday, as inspired by a rather brave facebook event and some likewise gutsy organ students, the belltower chose to honor Harry Potter's 7th film release instead of the normal regimen.
This was what we heard every hour, on the hour:
Ohhh BYU. You are so weird and nerdy and AWESOME. :)
And by the way, I wasn't able to go to the midnight premiere. Sadness, I know, but everything was sold out within weeks... however, once I find someone with a car, I WILL see this. It WILL happen. Until then, I'm satisfied to go to a school where random students are STILL walking around in Hogwarts robes and where the hour was rang in with movie music for an entire day. It's almost as good. :)
"Harry Freaking Potter" is from "A Very Potter Sequel", which can be found on YouTube as a sequel to "A Very Potter Musical", which I recommend.
Friday, November 19, 2010
Friday, November 12, 2010
It's So Hard to Say Goodbye
Aimee moved out about an hour ago.
No, she doesn't hate us. Not THAT kind of moving out! In fact, everyone here is pretty much torn apart.
She's a very talented gymnast and while practicing, a long time ago, she fell and broke her back. Competing has been basically a nonoption and it flares up sometimes, but for the most part, her back has been just dandy. However, about 2 months ago (in a spot of terrible irony on the birthday of Kaitlin, her very best friend, if you do recall), Aimee was involved in a terrible, 4-car accident including a semi. She very well could have died. Thankfully beyond all thankfuls, she didn't. She did seriously injure her arm, including a nasty scar from her seat belt, and totalled her car. Oh, and her back got a lot worse.
Aimee lives in Lehi, so she took a bit of time off to see doctors and things. Then, about a few weeks ago, she was told that she would need to undergo surgery on her back, which would put her in bed rest for months. They scheduled it for the beginning of winter semester so she could stay here until then, but, of course, things don't always work out that nicely.
Aimee's doctor was worried about her having permanent nerve damage, so they moved the surgery up to next Monday. So she had to move out this afternoon (she's babysitting tonight and tomorrow) for the rest of semester, leaving our apartment very empty and without a very crucial piece of our family. On top of all that, she had to drop all her classes but the two that have teachers willing to give her do-at-home work.
We're all hoping and praying that the 2-3 months of bed rest will only be 2 months, so that she can come back winter semester and especially come back HERE, where she belongs.
She's coming back on Sunday for Sunday dinner...well, technically she's visiting Sunday...so it's a little easier to not freak out about. Aimee goes home often enough on weekends that this one will seem only a little stranger than most. But I have no idea what it'll be like after she leaves us Sunday night.
probably terrible. And I probably won't have the heart to write about it then.
Aimee's like our mommy. She makes sure we go to classes, lets us know when we're being weirder than we need to be, tells us what to eat when we're too hungry to choose food, makes all our birthday cakes, and gets mad when the kitchen isn't clean. She watches House during FHE, plays music on her iTunes that I thought nobody else had heard of, makes cute charts for cleaning the bathroom, makes us laugh when nothing else is really funny, and I don't know what we'll do without her. Especially Kaitlin, bless her heart...
If you don't mind, please join us in praying for Aimee's safe surgery and quick recovery. This next few months (and possibly all the way until Spring if things don't work quickly) are going to be worse for her than anyone else.
"It's So Hard to Say Goodbye to Yesterday" can be found by Voice Male if you use my version
No, she doesn't hate us. Not THAT kind of moving out! In fact, everyone here is pretty much torn apart.
She's a very talented gymnast and while practicing, a long time ago, she fell and broke her back. Competing has been basically a nonoption and it flares up sometimes, but for the most part, her back has been just dandy. However, about 2 months ago (in a spot of terrible irony on the birthday of Kaitlin, her very best friend, if you do recall), Aimee was involved in a terrible, 4-car accident including a semi. She very well could have died. Thankfully beyond all thankfuls, she didn't. She did seriously injure her arm, including a nasty scar from her seat belt, and totalled her car. Oh, and her back got a lot worse.
Aimee lives in Lehi, so she took a bit of time off to see doctors and things. Then, about a few weeks ago, she was told that she would need to undergo surgery on her back, which would put her in bed rest for months. They scheduled it for the beginning of winter semester so she could stay here until then, but, of course, things don't always work out that nicely.
Aimee's doctor was worried about her having permanent nerve damage, so they moved the surgery up to next Monday. So she had to move out this afternoon (she's babysitting tonight and tomorrow) for the rest of semester, leaving our apartment very empty and without a very crucial piece of our family. On top of all that, she had to drop all her classes but the two that have teachers willing to give her do-at-home work.
We're all hoping and praying that the 2-3 months of bed rest will only be 2 months, so that she can come back winter semester and especially come back HERE, where she belongs.
She's coming back on Sunday for Sunday dinner...well, technically she's visiting Sunday...so it's a little easier to not freak out about. Aimee goes home often enough on weekends that this one will seem only a little stranger than most. But I have no idea what it'll be like after she leaves us Sunday night.
probably terrible. And I probably won't have the heart to write about it then.
Aimee's like our mommy. She makes sure we go to classes, lets us know when we're being weirder than we need to be, tells us what to eat when we're too hungry to choose food, makes all our birthday cakes, and gets mad when the kitchen isn't clean. She watches House during FHE, plays music on her iTunes that I thought nobody else had heard of, makes cute charts for cleaning the bathroom, makes us laugh when nothing else is really funny, and I don't know what we'll do without her. Especially Kaitlin, bless her heart...
If you don't mind, please join us in praying for Aimee's safe surgery and quick recovery. This next few months (and possibly all the way until Spring if things don't work quickly) are going to be worse for her than anyone else.
"It's So Hard to Say Goodbye to Yesterday" can be found by Voice Male if you use my version
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
All I Can Do Is Just Laugh
Tiffanie and I don't get our homework done until far later than we should. I'm not quite as bad as her, as I don't take a nap at 11 pm for to have energy to do more homework at 2 in the morning, but still. We're always the last asleep in our dorm family.
Yesterday gave us a little insight as to why you ought not do homework at such a late hour.
I was working on an English assignment, getting close to completion but still frustratingly far. She was doing I don't know what, most likely Chinese as that's all Tiffanie ever seems to do, and she stood up to grab an orange juice bottle.
Let me set the scene for you. Our bedroom has a shelf that runs all the way from the window to the door, a few feet above our desks and quite a few feet below the tack-strip, which is immortalized in my current header. On said shelf we keep things like books, movies, jewelry, and in Tiffanie's case, lots of orange juice. Our desks are crazy messy because we're bums like that, and so I keep all my electronic chargy-thingies, personal letters, important documents, and cookbooks in my pull-out drawer. This was, at the time, pulled out because we had needed a cookbook for to make chicken pot pie earlier in the evening, and heaven forbid I close a drawer 3 hours after I open it.
So Tiffanie grabs her orange juice with a little too much fervor and, for whatever terrible reason, it was slightly open. So, as Murphy would have it, the slightly open bottle of orange juice dives out of her hand and into my drawer filled with electronics and important documents. I didn't even notice until Tiffanie starts frantically apologizing and taking out dripping cookbooks and putting them on my towel on the floor conveniently right there. (And I thought leaving my towel on the floor was a bad idea!)
I look over and see my two old iPods swimming in an orange juice pool and everything just in the absolute worst location for a liquid spill and just start laughing. I helped her, of course, and we cleared the electronics and papers out, pushing the pendaflex hangers as far as they could go. But by the time we got to drying the drawer out and drying the electronics off for to avoid water damage, I was laughing waaaay to hard to be of any assistance. Tiffanie made some noise that was a cross between a laugh and a sob, asking me why I was laughing, which is understandable. I mean, I could have lost a lot of irreplaceable and/or expensive things.
Truth be told, I don't know why I thought it was so funny. But I couldn't start homework for about ten minutes afterwards because I was still fighting off giggles. I would say "I wouldn't have laughed if it had been more serious", but I think I might have, actually. Probably would have laughed even harder. Ideally, this is a sign that my sense of humor is awesome and that I will, in the future, be the kind of mother who laughs when her house is covered in marker, then clean up with the kids and teach them their lesson, as opposed to breaking down in tears or screaming. But that's probably not it, either.
I think we just need to get to bed earlier. And probably stop putting open bottles of orange juice on the shelf above our laptops and homeworks and beds.
"I Just Laugh" is by Never Shout Never. I've never heard the song, but the lyrics seem wonderful.
Yesterday gave us a little insight as to why you ought not do homework at such a late hour.
I was working on an English assignment, getting close to completion but still frustratingly far. She was doing I don't know what, most likely Chinese as that's all Tiffanie ever seems to do, and she stood up to grab an orange juice bottle.
Let me set the scene for you. Our bedroom has a shelf that runs all the way from the window to the door, a few feet above our desks and quite a few feet below the tack-strip, which is immortalized in my current header. On said shelf we keep things like books, movies, jewelry, and in Tiffanie's case, lots of orange juice. Our desks are crazy messy because we're bums like that, and so I keep all my electronic chargy-thingies, personal letters, important documents, and cookbooks in my pull-out drawer. This was, at the time, pulled out because we had needed a cookbook for to make chicken pot pie earlier in the evening, and heaven forbid I close a drawer 3 hours after I open it.
So Tiffanie grabs her orange juice with a little too much fervor and, for whatever terrible reason, it was slightly open. So, as Murphy would have it, the slightly open bottle of orange juice dives out of her hand and into my drawer filled with electronics and important documents. I didn't even notice until Tiffanie starts frantically apologizing and taking out dripping cookbooks and putting them on my towel on the floor conveniently right there. (And I thought leaving my towel on the floor was a bad idea!)
I look over and see my two old iPods swimming in an orange juice pool and everything just in the absolute worst location for a liquid spill and just start laughing. I helped her, of course, and we cleared the electronics and papers out, pushing the pendaflex hangers as far as they could go. But by the time we got to drying the drawer out and drying the electronics off for to avoid water damage, I was laughing waaaay to hard to be of any assistance. Tiffanie made some noise that was a cross between a laugh and a sob, asking me why I was laughing, which is understandable. I mean, I could have lost a lot of irreplaceable and/or expensive things.
Truth be told, I don't know why I thought it was so funny. But I couldn't start homework for about ten minutes afterwards because I was still fighting off giggles. I would say "I wouldn't have laughed if it had been more serious", but I think I might have, actually. Probably would have laughed even harder. Ideally, this is a sign that my sense of humor is awesome and that I will, in the future, be the kind of mother who laughs when her house is covered in marker, then clean up with the kids and teach them their lesson, as opposed to breaking down in tears or screaming. But that's probably not it, either.
I think we just need to get to bed earlier. And probably stop putting open bottles of orange juice on the shelf above our laptops and homeworks and beds.
"I Just Laugh" is by Never Shout Never. I've never heard the song, but the lyrics seem wonderful.
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