Thursday, February 19, 2009

Vegas, baby!

Pictures from Vegas, baby! There are a lot, so bear with me. And you're not even getting some of them.


One of the ceilings at the Venitian (this was the best picture I had of it, sorry).
Really, how awesome is that teaser line? This was in the hallway to the bathrooms at the Planet Hollywood buffet.
Dog Friend #2 (sorry, the wife is always #1), and The Man, walking to get food.

These flowers looked like they were the same color as the red flowers at the gardens. It was awesome to see that they were actually purple!

The Dog Friends. Well, their backs anyway.

Look, a baby pineapple! I had no idea this is how they grew. And yes, it's real.

An ox bush.


It's a bush, it's a Panda...it's a Panda bush!

Awesome statue in the gardens, standing on a pile of gold. Why can't I be standing on a pile of gold?

This was on the ceiling. Totally cool!

The real silver silverware at the Belagio buffet. Awesome!


The M&M wall at the M&M store. Total tourist trap. Totally cool.

God and Vegas

Now that I am sufficiently rested from my foray into the pit of Satan known as Las Vegas, Nevada, I am ready to recap the glorious funness that we had there.

To start: porn is now officially known in our house as prawn. It's just funnier that way.

They aren't kidding when they tell you it's everywhere. We walked past more prawn passer-outers than you would think possible; a couple of times there were 4 in a row, all working for the same company (I knew this from the T-shirts they were wearing advertising the name and number of the "company", not from the cards). They would slap the cards in their hands right before they held one out to you. Yes, they held them out to me, too.
There were trucks of the semi variety whose only purpose was to drive around Vegas all day with these big billboards on the back with the name and number of their "company" along with pictures of 1-3 girls. (None were pretty, and I remember noticing one had incredibly small boobs.) And there were magazine dispenser thingys with "catalogs" (I guess that's what they were) in them that you could buy. Usually about 4-5 together, a couple of times a block.
One day it drizzled/spit/rained all day, which caused the prawn cards to turn to mush under everyone's feet, turning them into prawn pulp. It was so slick on one sidewalk from these things that The Man almost fell down. We then proceeded to discuss how we would sue every company that passed these cards out if he had fallen down, especially if he had hurt himself. Big Dreams.
That was pretty much it for the sex. Oh, except for the free "pirate" show at the Treasure Island casino. Apparently it used to be a family friendly show, with fighting pirates, explosions and what have you. Now it's just free sex. They changed the show to one featuring the mythical Sirens luring a poor pirate to their boat. They didn't do their research very well, as all they tried to do was take off his clothes and seduce him, when in reality, they should have just sat there and sang until his boat crashed into rocks, drowning him. But that's not fun enough, and there's no sex. So they made the girls not wear anything except some sequins, and they had the pirates who came to "save" their friend decide that sex must not be that bad and climb aboard after putting up a mediocre fight and burning all the clothes in the Sirens' closets (the warmest I was during the whole thing. The fire was HUGE) and thereby pissing them off. Because a girls clothes are more important than anything else, you know.

Except sex.

So we were greatly disappointed. Don't take the kiddies to go see it, as you will be bombarded by "What does she mean, Daddy?" afterwards. I think this is a new thing, as there were a lot of kids there, and a lot of angry comments from adults afterwards. Just go the the Bellagio and watch the water show (which we didn't do, because we were watching free sex).

Other than that, we did a lot of shopping, mostly of the window variety, and ate A LOT of great food.

Now for the God part.

We went to Vegas with The Dog Friends, and at one point we started discussing some of the problems women have with the priesthood and how it works. I have struggled a bit (well, more than a bit, but not greatly) with how it seems the priesthood is set up in the church as a way to get power. How it seems that by having the priesthood, you are superior to those without it because you can, essentially, channel God at times. The male half of The Dog Friends explained how he sees the priesthood to me in such a way that it cleared up more questions than I knew I had. I will try to explain it as well as I can here, because I feel it's important to pass on. This is (essentially) what he said:
The priesthood is not a right. It is a privilege, and one that can and will be taken away if abused.
It is a responsibility. If you have the priesthood, you become responsible for leading those who follow you (mostly your family) correctly. If you don't, and they mess up, you will be punished for it, not them.
Men are given the priesthood (this is his opinion, remember, and not church doctrine. But it makes sense to me.) because they need something to channel their energy towards good (some are better at it than others). Women are generally better at that (some are better at it than others), so don't need it. It also plays into the different roles men and women have been ordained to do.
Imagine that a man and a woman both have cups, and both need to be kept full. The man has so much in his cup, it is overflowing. The woman has a hole in the bottom of her cup; the "liquid" (energy) is constantly being given to others. The woman's cup is there to catch the overflow from the man's cup, and direct his energy towards good things. If the woman doesn't receive anything from the man, her cup is empty, and she goes elsewhere to look for what she needs to keep her cup full. If the man doesn't have the woman to receive his excess, it spills out everywhere, with no direction or purpose.
The liquid in this analogy is energy, whatever kind. A man without a woman has too much, and ends up getting into trouble because he has no one to give it to; a woman without a man doesn't have enough, and ends up getting into trouble looking for something to get it from. This all works in a circle, because the liquid coming from the woman's cup needs to be flowing back into the mans cup, so he can keep filling her cup, and so on. Yin and Yang. The priesthood is given to the men to teach them how to give selflessly to others, something women already know how to do. So I guess, basically, men and women can't work correctly without the other, and men have the priesthood to help them.

He explained it much better than I am, I'm sure. Since I know they read this, if I got any of it wrong, let me know, and I will change it.

Who knew that you could find an answer to prayers in the middle of a bunch of prawn?

Pictures will be forthcoming.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Random TMI

Ummmm. . . .there WAS something specific I wanted to write about, but damned if I can remember what that was. So, instead, I will entertain you with my thoughts on. . . . .


Bras.


Yeah, bras. They suck. I haven't had a good bra ever, and I haven't had one that has fit since I got married and gained 50 pounds. Some part of my brain that doesn't use common sense told me the whole time that my boobs hadn't gotten any bigger, just my butt, thighs, calves, arms, waist, and hips. But not my boobs. So I assumed until just a short while ago, that I was still a B. A few months ago, I decided that it was time to treat myself to a new bra, one that was a little nicer than the ones I had. I hadn't bought any since before I was married (one was from high school), so it must be time, right? So out I went, and bought a bra, without trying it on (ick!).

It didn't fit.

My boobs were hanging out of every side a bra has. So I figured, I couldn't have gotten that much bigger, and so (instead of getting measured), I bought 2 C cups.

STILL TOO SMALL.

But I kept wearing them, thinking that maybe it was just the cheap-o Walmart bras I got. The girl half of The Army Friends even bought me a really cute bra, and when she asked me what size I was, I told her C.

That's when I realized I was fooling myself. The bra, while extremely cute, (and gives me great cleavage), is also boob-spillover city. So, I finally had The Man measure me (he greatly enjoyed that), and it turns out that I'm a D. A D for crying out loud! I dreamed of being so big when I was in 7th, 8th, 9th, etc. grades and all my friends had nice racks. I never, ever thought I would achieve that. I was teased for years because of how flat I was (and back when I was a "bad" girl, I even had a guy tell me that he didn't date girls who's bras had less than 3 hooks, and preferred 5, so I was out since my bra had one. What a winner). So I resigned myself to being tiny all my life, and was at least happy I eventually fit into a B.

*sigh*

Those were the days. At least I got to wear cute/sexy bras. Now, I can't find a bra to save my life. If it fits in the cup, it cuts into my sides, if it fits on the sides, the cup is too small, and if I get one of those "full figured" bras, every thing fits except the top of the cup is baggy. And it looks like I wearing armor. So what's a girl to do? I can't afford 50+ dollars to get a bra in my size. And even if I could, they are all hideous! GAH!

Yes, yes, I know that if I just lost 10 pounds or so, I would probably be able to find a good, sexy/cute bra, easily. But The Man would be very, very sad.

And truthfully, so would I.

Saturday, January 31, 2009

Friends are more than a TV show

Let me just say, epiphany's are great. Heavenly Father works in the weirdest and most unexpected ways. An unexpected question from a friend led me to this one. I'm not going to go into what I discovered, it's too personal for posting here. But, I'm content, and learning how to be okay with that. It's brought me greater peace than I could have known.

The best of the best friends has come home! The Childhood Friend found me on MySpace and wrote me. It was so unexpected. I thought for sure that I would never see or speak to her again after the last time we split ways. I have missed her more than I knew and I'm so glad to have her back in my life. Too bad she doesn't live close. It would be so great to see her. She pointed out in her last e-mail that she told me that she "never had a better friend to enjoy food with." Everyone needs a friend that they can eat with! It was great eating with her. Though I could eat anything at the time and not gain an ounce. Not so much anymore. But hey, that comes with getting older. Everyone needs a friend they can eat with, without worrying about judgement on what or how much they are eating. Well, girls do anyway. I don't think I've had that since. And, for me anyway, if you can eat with someone with out fear of being judged, you can trust them to not judge you in other ways. Food has so much weight in our society.

And speaking of weight gain, how can you not love a man that says, while you are crying into your pillow for gaining 50 pounds since being married, that he likes the way you look now so much more than he did when you got married. I know I can't. And he likes how I look in my bikinis. Yeah, he's a keeper.

Monday, January 12, 2009

Yay for Pictures!

At least the dogs like the snow.




















































Just because they are so darn cute!
























Tomas wanted dinner too.


















And this is what happens when you use your face to protect yourself from getting hit by a door, or a wall, or something hard and immobile.