Sunday was unexpectedly busy

So this is going to be a short post - but I'm trying my best to maintain a post a day.  Weight was back up a couple of pounds - I'm back in the bounce mode apparently - so I didn't quite make the 60 pounds in 4 months, but I will try again tomorrow.

We went to sacrament meeting this morning - I like my new ward, but the hymns leave a lot to be desired.  For one thing, the choir leader keeps bouncing around and coming up with obscure hymns that no one knows the tune of, and as a whole, we're not the best sight readers of music.  That, and when I can hear wrong notes being hit on the organ, it's not quality keyboarding. 

We spent most of the afternoon working on casseroles for one of the members of my group who is having a bit of a rough time of it.  She's late stage, and dealing with low blood counts due to the chemo, and dealing with a toddler at the same time.  I don't know how she keeps it together - I would be a quivering, crying mess.  Or else possibly just cursing the entire world and everything in it - could go either way.  But she's holding it together. 

I also watched the Seahawks/49ers game - normally, I don't watch football.  I get too into the game, start yelling and scaring the puppies (and my husband), tend to throw pillows when the opposing team scores - it's not pretty, is what I am saying here.  But post-season games I get a  pass on - I even have a small Superbowl party every year, but that's mostly because we want to get together and laugh at the commercials.  Generally, by the time the Superbowl rolls around, my teams are well out of it.  But this year, I've actually got a couple of dogs in the fight - a) the Seahawks - they're pretty much the closest thing I've got to a hometown team; and b) whoever is playing the Broncos.  Until my beloved Steelers actually manage to put together a winning team, that will have to do. 

We also had a couple of batches of visitors.  I think having the Greek Chorus of the girls has made Moose's Teutonic territorial tendencies even worse, if that's possible.  Even if he knows the person, heck, even if they live here (e.g. Daniel), he still has to announce their arrival with a zeal that no town crier can hope to match.  Anyone got a clue as to how to train him to stop?  I know that yelling "cut it out!" isn't going to help - he just figures that I'm joining in the chorus as well.  We've tried a time out (having them wait in the back yard until the guests leave), but that just switches the barking to whining until he gets let back in.

Ok, so much for the short post... I'm off to bed.  Have a lovely night, anyone who is reading.