Dreams Come True

Perhaps you will remember back in July when I organized a birthday party for my dear friend and neighbor Karin. 

Well, she did the same for me- sort of.

One of my dreams was to be on stage again, and she made that come true as a director in our stake's storytelling festival. 

Here are some pictures of us before the show:

 

You can see the video footage on Karin's blog.  Thank you, Karin!!  This was so much fun.

I must warn that the show is VERY SCARY.  After watching it, Henry was very upset.  Sweet boy that he is, he gets very worried when I am worried.  I tried to explain to him that the pants were really very nice and that is was just Miss Karin inside them, to which he asked- horrified- "Well, how did she get in there?!"

Six Months Old

 

Our darling is six months old.  She sits up, she rolls over, she coos and laughs a big belly laugh.  She eats oatmeal, pears, bananas, carrots, green beans, squash, and on occasion, Campbell's chicken and stars.

Her disposition is still entirely sweet and happy.  She still loves her brothers, especially Jack who dotes on her daily.  He still remarks at our luck on getting a girl baby.  He sings to her all the time, mostly tunes from Little Einsteins and one lyric: Eleanor.  Think Beethoven's 9th (If I were Jared I would link to some You Tube orchestra playing Beethoven's 9th- but I am not): "El-la nee nee nee nee nora ella nee nee nee-ne-nor..."

6.5%: But Things Could Be Much Worse

My dad tells the story of how to tell the difference between a recession and a depression.

The difference? A recession is when your neighbor is out of work.

A depression is when you are out of work.

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The latest unemployment figures came out this morning, spiking from 6.1% in September to 6.5% in October (to a 14 year high).

The reason I repeat this already obvious information was to share how it feels to be a statistic. Of those 240,000 jobs lost last month, mine was included, last Monday to be exact.

Needless to say, we are entering a depression - at least from my point of view. (Diahan says recession - but she's swimming in a river in Egypt.) And as depressing it is to be in a depression, things could be worse.

Wait, I take that back. They are.

We are canceling the cheese party tomorrow. We've told all those who've RSVPd.

And that's not the worst of it. Haagen-Dazs reviews are hereby suspended on account of being economically rained out.

No, things could be worse. I could be standing in line for a New York City job fair with a TWILIGHT book.

Things could be much worse.

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This sounds like a great idea for a future post: a list of things which are worse than losing your job.

. . . which reminds me of the scene in "So I Married An Axe Murderer" where they are listing off all those creatively awful things that could happen to you:

Okay, I got another one.
What's worse?

 

The cable goes out and you're left
with synchronized swimming...

 

...or--

 

Okay.

 

You're stuck on the Bay Bridge
in traffic...

 

...and you've just had two strong cups
of coffee and three bran muffins.

 

-No, wait. I have a good one.
-Hello! Hello!

 

What's worse?
You go to your favorite restaurant...

 

...order your favorite meal,
take a bite...

 

...and under the steak
is a scabby Band-Aid.

 

Or....

 

Or being electrocuted.

 

And?

 

That's it. I was electrocuted once.
It was horrible.

 

-Oh, well, that's....
-That's a crying shame.

 

Can we get our check, please?

 

Hilarious! "Or being electrocuted," says the ditzy blonde.