So, many of you may have wondered why our blog has remained so atypically silent for such a long amount of time, when I am indeed, nowhere near a silent person. Well, you can all officially blame it on my stubborn self. (What? Matt stubborn? Of course not!) I received word from Renee shortly after our last entry that she wouldn’t blog any more until I took a turn. I was sure she was joking, and told her so. (Oops! Wrong thing to say!) Then I insisted that wives usually did the blogging. (Yes, I know... I can’t believe that I’m that stupid either.) I then insisted that I would be a terrible blogger, since I didn’t have kids, I don’t have a way with words, and all I’d talk about is fish. I don’t think she cared. It then become something of a test of wills. That’s okay, right? I am a strong willed person, and can win out the battle, right? Hmmm… and here I am blogging…
So I finally just finished with my big semester of classes, and it feels great. I’ll be heading to California next week to present some of my research, and I’m right on track to graduate next year. I can’t wait. I can’t even imagine what it’d be like to earn money at this point. I guess that means I'll have more time for my hobbies, like breeding fish.
Sure enough, our fishies had little babies 2 weeks ago, and I’ve been raising them up to sell them. The dad was fun to watch, because he took care of them all, and made sure none of them got lost. Mom just tried to eat them, so we had to move her out of the tank. We went to NJ last weekend and I collected yet another tank for dirt cheap. Poor Renee is going to regret letting me start the hobby of breeding tropical fish.
Speaking of NJ, we went to visit our friends, Erin and Brett 2 weeks back, and low and behold, we walked into church (it was stake conference) just in time to hear someone say “Hi! I’m Elder Memmott!” I had to look down just to make sure I wasn’t wearing a name tag. But, it was just James. That took me by surprise. We talked for a little bit, and then I had to work hard to convince his mission president that it was genuinely, purely, and certainly an accident. At least I can have confidence after that last weekend that James will NEVER be called to serve in the Elizabeth branch, (that is were Erin and Brett go to church, and Renee and I actually spoke last week there) which may not be too bad for James, since he claims it’s the most messed up branch in the mission.
I also discovered a hidden, secret weakness living inside Renee: Mario Kart. Here is the woman who plays no video games for more than 4 minutes before getting bored. Well, that all changed with Mario Kart wii. I had to even answer her phone because she was having too much fun to stop. In fact, watching her reminded me of Christmas time at our place when I was growing up... video games and PJ's all day long, baby! Maybe this means we can get a wii once we’ve adopted a child? :)
Speaking of which, the process is dreadfully slow. If any of you are considering becoming infertile so that you can instead adopt, and thus keep your girlish figure, I’d have to talk you out of it. It is a long, tedious, and frustrating process, and in the Northeast, a seemingly hopeless venture. We know that the Lord is in control, and we try to trust Him, but when we’ve been done with all our papers for 2.5 months, and STILL don’t have any word of whether they’ve even looked at our application, I’m beginning to loose hope that we’ll be able to adopt before we’re 30. I guess it’s a good thing that we are both working in the primary, so that we can enjoy everyone else’s kids. Which, I just learned today, will continue for some time. Apparently, I’ve been called to be the primary chorister. Yeah, that’s weird… I don’t think I’ve ever known a guy primary chorister before. I’m sure they’ll change their minds when their kids come running to them at the end of primary complaining of the sick moose that tried to make them sing. Hmmm… I wonder if that would be grounds for being fired...
So I finally just finished with my big semester of classes, and it feels great. I’ll be heading to California next week to present some of my research, and I’m right on track to graduate next year. I can’t wait. I can’t even imagine what it’d be like to earn money at this point. I guess that means I'll have more time for my hobbies, like breeding fish.
Sure enough, our fishies had little babies 2 weeks ago, and I’ve been raising them up to sell them. The dad was fun to watch, because he took care of them all, and made sure none of them got lost. Mom just tried to eat them, so we had to move her out of the tank. We went to NJ last weekend and I collected yet another tank for dirt cheap. Poor Renee is going to regret letting me start the hobby of breeding tropical fish.
Speaking of NJ, we went to visit our friends, Erin and Brett 2 weeks back, and low and behold, we walked into church (it was stake conference) just in time to hear someone say “Hi! I’m Elder Memmott!” I had to look down just to make sure I wasn’t wearing a name tag. But, it was just James. That took me by surprise. We talked for a little bit, and then I had to work hard to convince his mission president that it was genuinely, purely, and certainly an accident. At least I can have confidence after that last weekend that James will NEVER be called to serve in the Elizabeth branch, (that is were Erin and Brett go to church, and Renee and I actually spoke last week there) which may not be too bad for James, since he claims it’s the most messed up branch in the mission.
I also discovered a hidden, secret weakness living inside Renee: Mario Kart. Here is the woman who plays no video games for more than 4 minutes before getting bored. Well, that all changed with Mario Kart wii. I had to even answer her phone because she was having too much fun to stop. In fact, watching her reminded me of Christmas time at our place when I was growing up... video games and PJ's all day long, baby! Maybe this means we can get a wii once we’ve adopted a child? :)
Speaking of which, the process is dreadfully slow. If any of you are considering becoming infertile so that you can instead adopt, and thus keep your girlish figure, I’d have to talk you out of it. It is a long, tedious, and frustrating process, and in the Northeast, a seemingly hopeless venture. We know that the Lord is in control, and we try to trust Him, but when we’ve been done with all our papers for 2.5 months, and STILL don’t have any word of whether they’ve even looked at our application, I’m beginning to loose hope that we’ll be able to adopt before we’re 30. I guess it’s a good thing that we are both working in the primary, so that we can enjoy everyone else’s kids. Which, I just learned today, will continue for some time. Apparently, I’ve been called to be the primary chorister. Yeah, that’s weird… I don’t think I’ve ever known a guy primary chorister before. I’m sure they’ll change their minds when their kids come running to them at the end of primary complaining of the sick moose that tried to make them sing. Hmmm… I wonder if that would be grounds for being fired...
7 comments:
LOL! Well Matt, for someone who doesn't have anything to blog about or have a way with words, you did well! Plus I'm not sure that I would exactly consider you the silent type! I know that I'm probably the last person that would be consulting about adoptions, but I have to say just be patient. My best friend and her husband had 3 mothers(one with twins) back out on them before they were able to adopt their first little boy. Soon after they were able to adopt their second. It is my belief that even adopted childeren belong in certain families! They're out there, and you will have yours. When its right, It's right!
Yahooo!!!!! We are so excited to have that moose lead music in primary. I don't know if we can stand the amount of fun primary will be now. Hang in there with the adoptions. When my parents adopted one of my siblings someone made the comment that adopting was "the easy" way to get babies. I thought my sweet mother was going to start throwing punches. You guys will be great parents. Best of luck. And yeah for Mario Kart!
Eric and Sarah
You did a fine job on the blog. I am glad one of you finally decided to write on here. We love to hear from you both. Maybe we need to get Mario Kart for me and dad! Love you both.
I'd rather have a mule for a chorister... but that's just me.
Moo.
Matt...you don't know me, but you married one of my favorite, however stubborn, people in the world and I'm glad you guys are blogging so I can keep in touch with minimal effort :) I was just released last sunday from my calling as primary chorister, which I've done for nearly 3 years. It's one of the most wonderful and most challenging callings ever. I recommend this yahoo group if your looking for ideas: primusic@yahoogroups.com
And I wish you guys the best of luck in the adoption process...Regardless of how they get there, having kids join your family is a miracle. I love adoption stories, they always make me cry.
Congratulations, Matthew, on finally learning an important lesson. I was getting ready to call and accuse you both of being the worst bloggers on the planet, but hopefully you will redeem yourselves quickly. Maybe you could stick an audio of the mule on your blog. David would be thrilled to hear his favorite primary songs in mule brays. Good luck!
All we have to say is "Amen" to Jodie's comment about adoption. It does seem like forever (you know we how it feels), but just hang in there! It's a hard road but its all worth it. The best part is you will never take being a parent for granted and that makes it all wonderful. Even the "hard" parenting stuff we just love every minute of it. Okay enough cheerleading about adoption. :)
In our house we would prefer a cat for a chorister if you are taking suggestions. {It goes over very well with most 5 year old little girls.}
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