Urban Poly Princess

Last Sunday I sang in front of Amanda. I love the way she sings because she seems to know what she's doing AND she sings loud enough so I can follow her. I asked Leann, Jen and sister Henri to sing loud for me so I could follow along. None of them were very good at this however and I don't want to sound like them. Amanda is the easiest to follow along AND to me she sounds the best. I want to sound like her. I asked her last week if I could follow her. This week it was a lot easier to do standing right by her. I'm glad she doesn't mind AND she helps me by singing loud and clear. I like her tone. The other Jen seems to know what she's doing but I don't want to sing with an opera voice and that's what she sounds like.

I have cup of noodles I bought when I was sick. They just aren't good enough now that I've been eating the extra spicy stuff. I ate that and some tortilla chips. NOT very tasty. I threw the chicken I've been defrosting in the fridge in the oven with some hickory BBQ sauce I bought for a hamburger patty recipe I tried last year. It smells good. I'm cooking rice too. So much for experiments. I'm just not hungry like I was before. I don't have enough mayonnaise for sushi. I need chopped up imitation crab with mayonnaise mixed for the inside of the rolls. I bought the imitation crab, nori and rice wine vinegar. Chopped avocado and tempura shrimp make up the rest. I'll just make it later this week.

I was planning spaghetti for my ground beef but maybe I should make that cheeseburger Bisquick stuff I've made before. I have all the ingredients I need. Kneading dough with this thumb isn't going to work so no more rolls until that's completely healed. Times like this make me think I never could've been a pioneer. Crossing the plains with the snow everywhere, getting a cut without hydrogen peroxide, without neosporin, without bandages. Without the ability to rest, heal, drive to get something I need. No gloves, no hot water, no flushing toilets. One of the reasons why the hiking AND camping are abhorrent to me. Pee behind a bush??? NOOO!!! Kill an animal and then eat it??? NOOO!!! I don't feel that way with fish. I don't know how to clean fish. I don't feel like I need to learn how. I have no problem eating meat. It's just the process that freaks me out. I remember I saw a baby pig killed in Tonga. The blood squirt like a fountain and the pig squealed. I couldn't eat pork for a very long time.

When I lived in Tonga I planned my eating around when I knew I'd be home in time to use the bathroom. When we first moved to Tonga we stayed at my uncle's house in Mu'a. It was a pretty house BUT WITH an outhouse AND outside shower. No hot water. The water went off at 6pm. I truly thought I was in hell. We lived there a month before we moved to Liahona THANK GOODNESS!!! I was 9 but that is more than old enough to remember that. Liahona had faculty housing for teachers with 210 plugs, flushing American toilets and HOT WATER!!! I never used the bathroom after dark because that meant going outside with a flashlight. Even in elementary school or Tonga Side School, I NEVER went to the bathroom there. At Havelu and Liahona my friends and I used the teachers bathrooms because they were kept clean. We were such brats. Our parents were either teachers at the school or my one friend's dad was the principal. My friends were all from somewhere else like me. Hawaii, California, Utah, New Zealand and Australia. The prefects and security would get mad at us but let us get away with practically anything. Stupid. If anyone ever thought to tell our parents we would've gotten in trouble. No one ever did. Did we abuse that? You better believe we did.

I took the chicken out of the oven and it was cooked for the most part BUT I HAAATE chicken that isn't cooked enough so I stuck the chicken and sauce in a pan and cut the chicken up into small pieces. My rice was done by then so I threw in some shredded carrots and fried the chicken to make sure it was cooked all the way through. I ate a teeny tiny piece of chicken and it was alright. NOOOT teriyaki but still o.k. I divided the chicken into two of my plastic containers with rice. That'll be 2 meals tomorrow. I can cook my hamburger tomorrow too. I also need to cook my coconut shrimp.

I can go to Carl's JR to get a couple of breakfast sandwiches if I want. I was wondering what to wear tomorrow for our skit. I have that white dress and that black stripped shirt with a lot of lace. It's perfect. frilly and the right colors. I'm going to wear it to work and just hope my make-up and hair will modernize it alright. Red lipstick and lots of eyeliner-yeah I would do that anyway. I looove dressing up and I looove my make-up. Most of the women in my ward are minimal make-up people. I am not!!!

George ALWAYS maintained he didn't like women who wore make-up BUUUT I think I've influenced my sister-in-law because she enjoys dressing up AND make-up now and I think that's GREAT!!! I love seeing people's faces when they find out she has 9 kids. Especially now that she's miss Zumba and size 0-3 with cut arms.

George is such a good husband and father. He is such a flirt though I REALLY hope he doesn't do anything stupid. Sometimes I get annoyed with how friendly he is to women. He has such a beautiful family. He better not be an idiot!!!

This girl who taught Sunday school today had a nice black dress with a grey sweater. It was long but still cute. Nice cut and quality. Perfect length. Her dress collar was out over the sweater on one side. I kept wanting to go up there and fix the other side. It made me feel like Monk. OCD much???!!! There are a bunch of people I don't know in the ward now. I sat by this guy Mike in Sunday school. I don't think I've ever seen him before.

Tarique is a new Muslim guy in our ward. I'm not going to be friendly with him unless he is with me and then only to a limited degree. I don't care what ethnic minority someone is, if they have black hair and brown or black skin they will try to get to know me better. I am conceited BUT I'm not an idiot either and I know what I know. White men tend to flirt with me when I don't wear make-up and wear my glasses or in other words WHEN I DON'T LOOK THE WAY I FEEL COMFORTABLE!!!

Why is that? I don't know. I just know that whenever I go somewhere when I feel like I look like crap some white guy will come up to me and flirt with me.

I have broccoli in the freezer and some mixed veggies. The carrots make my 3 veggies. I have some grapes and blueberries. I probably have to throw the blueberries away. I probably need another fruit for tomorrow. I have enough grapes for 2 days. Tuesday is payday and the perfect time for me to buy more fruit. I may have to buy a fruit for tomorrow.