What to do...

Samantha has been taking ballet from a variety of places since she was four years old. I usually see the recital, am very disappointed, and then try somewhere else. It is annoying.

Anyway, there is a new studio I am looking at, and people seem happy with it. The only problem is the same old one we always encounter...they practice for their dance productions on Sunday. The performance is always the reward of the hard work done in and out of classes. So I guess Samantha will be missing out on it AGAIN.

I will not be going into a pro-Utah speech here, but I will say this. Some things in life are so much easier when there are a lot of members of the church around.

Rantings, what else?

I am singing in our stake women's conference this weekend. It is all quite hokey, but that is the intent. However, I cannot get past these 2 lines we sing:

Oh woman was meant to be tender
Not think with her head but her heart...

Why does this bother me so much? I'll tell you. I've never thought of myself as second-rate because I am a woman. Nothing bothers me more than male chauvenistic behavior. I hate it.
Brian and I are equally yoked, which is why we probably argue about so many things. It is hard living with someone who is truly your equal. :)

Anyway, I understand what the song is implying, but the words anger me. We knew a couple in this ward who moved away. He emailed a letter explaining that his wife had gone back to work (she had a 9 month old baby) part time and was so grateful to be using her BRAIN again. ugh.

I made a choice when Samantha was born...I chose to stay home. Brian and I moved down to LA for medical school, facing massive amounts of debt, and I stayed home. I got offered a fantastic job opportunity managing apartments, which I could do from home, and I took it. If that chance had never come, I still would have stayed home because I (and I mean we) made a choice.

I think with my head everyday. Raising my children at home does not make me dumb or ignorant or less important than my husband. Women were probably meant to be tender, but I'll keep thinking with my head AND heart, thank you very much.

And mama makes ten...

We were at Disneyland a few weeks ago, and this is what crossed the road in front of us.


People stopped what they were doing to let the family cross safely. It was very cute, and several oohs and aahs could be heard throughout the crowd. It got me to thinking...what if I were the mama, and I was trying to cross the road with 9 of my own?

Would I get the same reaction?

I doubt it. :)