New Music

My new favorite songs.

I wish my friends and I had a water hole as cool as these dudes. I wonder if they're willing to share, hahaa.


I love her classic vibe. Parental Guidance Suggested - there's one offensive word...

A. My infatuation with racquetball.
Q. What is my new pastime?

You like how I flipped that around? Jeopardy wizz!

My tennis team has been hitting the racquetball courts and we love it, mostly because we don't have to run after the balls ... LAZY. We've also been doing a little more with our ukes. We're planning a "Spring Fling" in May. Basically, we're going caroling in the middle of the year to our favorite, less mobile/more mature audiences. We're trying to be more cultural and entertaining so our set list is mostly the classic Samoan songs that our older Samoan generation will appreciate. We're working on Tele i'a o le sami, Si fe'e, Tofa my feleni and maybe one more :) I'm super duper excited.

- cluth - shift - gas -

All these entries about my frustrating job search will be funny someday, right? Inspiration hit a couple hours ago and that's why I hopped back on this blasted internet (I spent a considerable amount of time searching earlier today). I remembered this awesome Temp agency and searched their Talent opportunities...voila! I found two, maybe three, jobs that are right up my alley. I was a little concerned about the 12:30 time stamp on my apps, but I decided to submit them anyway. Wish me luck!

- cluth - shift - gas -

'Nite :)

Woo! New fav

Watch "Give Me You Tamia Lyrics HD" on YouTube

[My mum playing the uke]

Me:  is that an A?
Mom:  yes
Me: are you using a different alphabet?

Ku ki kasi, fa, whatever the heck. Apparently that's how they play it in the islands.

I like analogies, food analogies in particular. I have been teaching choir songs for a little over a year now. It's not customary to have a young choir mistress, especially in a Samoan ward, but I am; and there you have it!

One of my funnier teaching moments involved dynamics and McDonald's portion sizes. I told them not to be stingy with their super size (ff), large (f), medium (mf), small (mp). We never really got past mezzo piano because it's very difficult to get consistent sound when they're singing any softer than "soft". I used to yell out "SUPER SIZE" or whisper "small". They laughed, but were very compliant.

A few Sundays ago I took too much advantage their good humor. I told them, "when I close my hand you close your mouth." I didn't realize how rude I was until I saw someone snicker at me. I do believe they let me get away with too much.

Anyway, back to the food analogies. The speakers in sacrament talked about faith and as I heard their messages I had the following funny thought. Here's the bit I recorded on my phone:

Faith is like food the Lord continually puts in front of us. If we ignore it, what happens to the food? It spoils and then the Lord puts another plate in front of us. The process goes on and on, He doesn't give up on us, don'tcha know. What will happen to us? We'll starve and our faith will get so skinny and weak that eventually we won't recognize it.

I giggled silently to myself as I thought out my newest food analogy.

Downton Abbey.