I am a daughter.
I am a wifey.
I am a mother.
I am a singer, a dancer, a theatre goer
I am a chef, a maid, a story teller, a tutor, a laudromat.
I am a baker, a seamstress, an author, a finacial advisor.
I am a nutritionist, a nurse, and a "regulator".
AND NOW...I am apparently a piano player? wha??!!
Sooo....a couple of weeks ago I was called to be the pianist in RS in church. My first response was, "um...I dont play the piano". (well, plunking out the top hand doesnt count as playing the piano). And then my mother's voice rang in my ear--"You dont EVER turn down a calling--there is a reason you get that calling". So of course my answer was "Ya, Sure, I'll be the pianist."
Again, I dont play the piano. So my friends, I went to lovely Deseret Book and purchased "Hymns for the dumb person that cant play the piano but takes a piano playing calling" book....(really, it is just a Simplified Hymn Book). And now I have been busy teaching my self and plucking away at the keys.
It is times like this that I kick myself for not taking lessons from my Aunt Gay- Piano Extrodinaire (that is her official title) while I was growing up and lived 2 blocks away...
But that is not it.
Apparently I am also a translator...or will be soon enough. The girls and I will be taking a trip to Brasil to see the family this fall...but we will be going without Berns (he has to work). Because of this I can no longer hide behind the brillantness of having my husband ask and answer every question I have when we visit. It is now time for me to buckle down and learn the language. This is what I've got so far:
"Eu soy Americana. eu no fala Portuguese. Eu entendo un pouco portuguese"....moohaha...
Here I come Brasil...watch out...I'm bringing my piano book with me.