Peter "Makes" Dinner

Yeah, tonight while Amber had chicken cordon bleu, this is what happened at my house.
At about 5:00 I tell Peter that Grandpa is going to my parents for dinner. I was about to ask him for dinner suggestions, when he said he wanted to use the hamburger patties in the freezer.
I say, "Great, I'll leave dinner up to you."
He says, "That's fine." Then he asks if we have cheese.
"No. And we don't have buns either, but dinner is up to you and I know you can do it."
Then he asks, "Do we at least have nacho cheese?" Hmm this sounds interesting. I check and tell him we do.
He agrees to make dinner and I go back to reading my latest book. I try to give him time. I waited till a little after 7:00 and still heard no signs of life, let alone dinner.
Finally he comes into our room where I'm reading my book.
I ask him, "How's dinner coming?"
"I don't know what to make."
I take a deep breath, trying to forget how I hadn't eaten since ten this morning. "You said you wanted hamburger patties."
"Yeah, but we don't have buns." He says this like I hadn't already pointed it out.
"Well, see if there is any French onion soup you can cook them with. You don't need buns for that."
He leaves for about ten minutes then comes back.
"Did you find the Onion Soup?"
He replies, "No. I don't know what it looks like."
Then I say, "It comes in a can."
He kind of grumbles. Then I say,"If you don't find that then get some cream of mushroom soup to cook the hamburgers with and we'll use the rest of the rice from last night."
Then, in a desperate voice, "Let's just go to Sonic."
I tell him how that is not cost effective and that he can make dinner, I trust him.
"But I'm so hungry now." Again, he's desperate.
I take a deep breath trying to not tell him what I'm thinking which is, "Well so am I and if you started it two hours ago when you said you would, we wouldn't have this problem" Again, I didn't say it. Instead I said, "I think there is some Pizza in the freezer."
He gives a victory smile and I hear him go to the freezer in the garage. At least he's making it, right?
So then about fifteen minutes later I come out to see if it's ready. The oven is preheated, the pizza out of the box, but he is just staring at the pizza as if it is some foreign object.
"Why isn't the pizza in the oven?"
"I don't know where the pan to put it on is."
I ask, "Did you read the directions? You put it directly into the oven."
Finally I give up. I take the wrapper off the pizza and put it in the oven, but he is still in charge. Normally, I set the timer on the oven, but he sets a timer on his watch. I go back to my book. I come out one time to ask him how long it had been in there. It had been twelve minutes and it needed to be in there for twenty. I go back to my book, wondering, "Would he dare not tell me that it's ready? Would he eat it by himself?"
So I think he probably will just eat first and then tell me it's ready, 'cause he is so hungry. I waited for a long time. Finally when I finish a chapter, I go and ask, "Is the pizza ready?"
Peter looks at his watch, "Oh shoot, it's been thirty minutes."
So, I run to the oven and take it out while he hovers over me.
I slice the pizza and get out the plates, and after it cooled a little, we ate it and it wasn't really burned.
So here's the kicker. I finish the last page of my book, and Peter comes in to watch Heros.
I say, somewhat mindlessly, "Thanks for making dinner."
"You're welcome."
And then it hits me, I made dinner. I thought of pizza, I unwrapped the pizza, I put the pizza in the oven, I took it out, and I sliced it.
Is it just me, or do guys like to take credit for things they don't do? However, in talking to him, I realize he honestly does think he made dinner.

An Author By Any Other Name...

Call her Janette Rallison, call her Sierra St. James, call her whatever you want, I still think she's hilarious. Under the name Sierra St. James, she wrote one of my favorite books, Masquerade.
It's considered an adult book, in a good way ;-) She's LDS.

Under the name Janette Rallison, she wrote the teenage chick flick How to Take the Ex Out of Ex-Boyfriend. Yes, I actually read it even though it it is obviously written for teenagers, or perhaps more embarrassingly, written for middle schoolers. I could say I read it because I was trying to find good books for my Beehives, but I won't lie, I read it for me and I loved it. The author has a sense of humor that just speaks to me and though it might make me immature, I still think she is hilarious.

It feels like I'm reading the Disney channel, but I love the Disney Channel.

So if you are ever sick of reading Pride and Prejudice or some other sophisticated piece of literature and you just want to have a good laugh, then totally check out her books. They are definitely for girls, love and all that junk, but sometimes it's nice to read something that doesn't make you think too much. (I get really bored with all the stupid descriptions of settings and situations in so many books.)

Twilight

Playing Favorites

I have to admit that every General Conference, I try really hard to pay attention, but by the end, I don't remember who said what. That doesn't mean I didn't pay attention. I do have my favorites.

I remember how much I loved Elder Wirthlin's talk, and I'm sure I remember what he said, It just is jumbled with a bunch of other talks. Is he the one with the story about the daughter with the blind date? I loved that one.

My favorite apostle of all time has got to be...drum roll please...

Elder Eyring!!!!

He has got to be the happiest person I have ever seen. If you saw the press conference with him and Elder Cook a while back, when he was put into the Presidency, you had to notice how much he glowed. It was then that I decided he was my favorite. He's so very wise and you can see him pause momentarily before he speaks, as if he checking with the spirit about what is to be said. I can't help but feel the spirit when I look at him or even think of him. He is just made of awesome!

Look at that smile. Isn't he the Best!