Life is full of surprises

Ahhhhh! So this evening mine and my sisters home teacher came over. All day long we had this soup/stew dish cooking in the crock-pot. It's a dish Melissa makes every now and then. It's a delicious dish, but it smells up the whole house. It's got cabbage in it, and so it smells like a bunch of people were in the house who need to take bean-o. I already worry about the house smelling because we have two dogs and a cat. But according to my dad it smelled horrible when he walked into the house. He almost asked who had been farting, but then saw our home teacher sitting there. So it probably looked like Melissa and I were just sitting around watching movies and farting!!! If life isn't frustrating enough, it has to throw something like this into the mix. And if that wasn't enough the whole time our home teacher was here all I could really do (all I ever really do) is sit there smiling and nodding my head, not knowing what to say. I always feel like a blank person around others. I never know what to say to people. I think everyone who knows me or has ever met me must think I am a big, blank, nobody. Blah!
Oh well.
Anyway my grandpa and my aunt Linda are over here, and nearly every time they come over they ask about this book Melissa had used (while we lived at their house) for a class project, Melissa remembers putting it back, but they apparently don't have it. The thing is they have a very messy house, it could be anywhere, and they wouldn't know it, because they have piles of junk everywhere in that house. Now they are saying that there is another book, that apparently my dad took, that they want, my dad dosen't remember taking it at all. And now my Grandpa is belittling my dad about some names we have, whose Temple work has not been fully completed yet. My dad misunderstood things, and my grandpa feels the need to act like a git. Okay, I guess calling him a git is a little harsh, but he isn't being the most delightful person. Perhaps in his old age he feels the need to criticize, though according to my dad he was always like that growing up, infact worse. I have a delightful family.
This morning I went to the store, to try to find dog diapers, because our dog Maggie is on her doggie period. I couldn't find any at the two stores I went to. But I stopped in at the plant section at Wal-mart, and it was so nice to be around plants. I love plants. I wish I could actually keep them alive. The last of my plants died about a week ago, that I had from my home and garden class a few years ago. I guess three years is a record for me. :P I'm excited for Spring, I really want to be around living, growing things!
Anyway I guess I'm all over the place with this post, and talking about some pretty base things. Well I think I'm going to get ready for bed.