Aloha Sunday (and have a nice day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

It's Aloha Sunday today. Normally we celebrate it on Friday, but since I shed tears on Friday I decided to push it back to Sunday.

Today I was thinking of posting a review of Twilight the Movie by a CTD who never read Twilight the book because I know everyone is dying to hear what a CTD who never read the book thinks about the movie.

I thought it would be an appropriate sabbath topic since Twilight will soon be canonized as gospel doctrine, but I think I'll wait until tomorrow because that vampire was righteous, but he was also smokin' hot! (ahem . . . too smokin' hot for the sabbath perhaps--and yet not in a smokin' hot nasty way . . . more in a smokin' hot HOLY way, or at least in a smokin' hot HOLY BATMAN! way, which technically might be within the sabbath boundaries).

But I think I'll still make you wait until tomorrow just for the sake of building the anticipation and excitement (plus that will give me time to write the review during sacrament meeting).

Today, rather than say anything smokin' or substantial or sad or sweet, I think I'll just chatter aimlessly. If that's okay with you.

There are a few things I should clear up about yesterday's post--a few details I added and a few details I didn't add.

First, I didn't really drink a gallon of eggnog or buy a dozen apple pies. I also didn't speak any French to my students. It's a English class and I don't speak French in English. I don't speak French in French either. The only French thing I know how to say is pick your nose, and even though I was sorely tempted to tell my students to pick their noses, I refrained because I'm a professional.

And one more thing. My eyes weren't as dry as a bone on Saturday. I actually cried on Saturday too.

I also went to the temple at 6 a.m. and walked out of the dressing room and down the hall with my dress on backwards. I would have done the whole session with my dress on backwards if the sweet helper ladies hadn't caught me by the arm and escorted me back to the dressing room as they exchanged sweet helper lady smiles.

I also messed up on the words and the temple coordinator had to be summoned to tell me to start over.

But none of these blunders can be blamed on hormonal insanity. I blame the fact that I didn't get to sleep until 2 a.m. because I was sobbing my heart out. Literally. My heart almost popped out from all the sobbing.

Before you think I'm an estrogen wreck, let me explain.

You all know every corner I turned this week brought me face to face with everyone's loss and pain and grief, which was suspicious because I wasn't even preparing for a gospel doctrine lesson. I admit I began to entertain fears that someone I loved, like my sister, who happened to be in the hosptital, might die.

But then she didn't so I went to bed.

I was sleeping soundly until 11 p.m when the phone rang. It was the Elder's Chorum President. He was calling about one of my friends in the ward who's three year old son had put a piece of plastic in his mouth and swallowed it. They couldn't dislodge it.

He was gone.

Inconsolable INCONSOLABLE inconsolable

Exquisitely inconsolable

Heart breakingly heart wrenchingly heart achingly inconsolable

To hear a sobbing mother who has just lost her tender child is unforgettably unforgetable and utterly unutterable

There's a grief that can't be spoken. There's a pain goes on and on.

This line from Les Miserables the musical is all I can think of to say.

I could tell that even my cute husband wad deeply saddened because I found him downstairs watching cowboy movies at 4:30 a.m.

How fortunate we are for every single day, hour, minute, second our children live and breathe and laugh and cry and whine and wear us out and drive us crazy.

Thank God for every crazy moment!

Go and gather your children around you RIGHT NOW! For time is running short. Huddle them together. Kiss them, hug them, LoVe them, read to them, play games with them . . . as if it were the last kiss, hug, love, book, game in the world.

Go borrow some money and take them to Disneyworld. Better yet, rob a bank so you don't have to pay the money back. God will forgive you in the end.

Crowd every corner of your life with as many memories you can squeeze into your soul so you'll have more to cry over when it happens to you. Because it will happen. To all of us. It's the name of the game and we all signed on the dotted line.

(Shucks, I just got all sad and substantial again, didn't I?)

Anyway, Carpe Diem!

And alooooooHA!

And I pinky promise tomorrow I'll be funny again.

LY everyone, LY!!!

And have a nice day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

p.s. I'm not really blogging right now. I'm in sacrament meeting writing my Twilight review.