First off, thank you so much for all your sweet comments and suggestions. We've decided we will MAKE this a great place to be...and I will be taking some of your suggestions and putting them into action!
Sickness has been sweeping through this family again. It always seems to get each of us before its run its course. We thought this would be no different. Lincoln started throwing up 2 Wednesdays ago, then Ben started in on congestion, etc. on Saturday and Maizie quickly followed suit. Last Wednesday morning about 2 am I woke up with the craziest stomach cramping I have ever felt. Then the throwing up started...but the worst part was the cramping. It lasted for 2 whole days. I prayed and prayed for the cramping to subside..and it finally did. The only weird thing about this sickness is that I woke up on Wednesday with a little rash that I couldn't figure out..but on Thursday I woke up with this on my wrist:
The bullseye started out less than a quarter inch around and has grown to this..this is 6 days after the initial BLACK WIDOW BITE! The rest of the bumps and redness are just an allergic reaction to the poisonous bite. After reading up on black widow bites, that cramping and vomiting were all related to that tiny little bite I recieved 1-2 hours before waking up on Wednesday morning. We haven't been able to see any spiders at all..but figure they must be coming from our attic. You can imagine how freaked out I have been to sleep at night. I even kept lights on last night, figuring since black widow's don't like light, I would be safer. You can bet we will be bug bombing every floor of our home ASAP! Crazy, Crazy life, I'm telling you!
Have you ever felt this way going into a new ward:
"Hi, what's your name?"
"Are you new?"
"Yeah, we just moved in"
"Oh, that's great."
"Where did you move from?"
"10 minutes north"
small talk, small talk, small talk...
and repeat 30 times for the next 4 sundays.
I think instead I should have walked into my new ward 4 weeks ago and when asked my name reply and hand out my friendship request form:
a normal, fun friend
doesn't matter. i'm 32, but I don't discriminate against age. I have good younger and older friends.
not too much..just someone who has a sweet, happy disposition, definitely sarcastic, not too needy, and listens to my crazy ideas patiently, . i love energetic moms or moms to be. i love creating, do you? (this is optional, but it could make it really fun!) i have 3 energy filled kids and my life can be chaos, but i love them to pieces, and you have to too! we don't need to hang out too much, but lets get together to talk during the day sometimes, so we can have some NORMAL conversation. I love to play ball...organized or not. I'd even take a pickup game one night a week at church... Do you like to run? maybe at 5 am, train for a triathlon, etc.... I can tell you about many amazing women I know..friends I miss so much that it hurts. Do I sound too needy. Maybe I am. Okay scratch the above. I just need a happy, smiling face I can say hello to every now and again, but Really all I am looking for are some new friends to go along with my new house and surroundings, and adding you to my dear friends list would just be a bonus.
The difficulty with this situation now is that I was just put in as a nursery leader, so it takes away the socializing in sunday school and relief society away. It seems like every time we move I go through this period of adjustment. YUCK! Any advice on making it go smoother? Really, I'm listening.
I ran a 1/2 a few years ago and hated every second of it. I vowed at the end of it I wouldn't ever run another..but lately started feeling like that was a silly thing to do and since my sister was running this one and wanted someone to run it with her, I obliged. And it was a great experience. My brother and sister-in-laws race management company put on the race..and it was awesome.
we ran it on the salt flats, out of Wendover, NV...and the scenery was beautiful..
Here I am at the halfway mark..love those mountains!
and finishing the race..such a fun time, and great sister bonding time..right, em?!:)
And of course the take home lesson being that just because you don't like something the first time, doesn't mean you should just quit..just simply try again, and maybe..just maybe the experience will be great!
September 1st has been special to me for a while. Today marks year number 11. As I woke up 11 years ago, I woke up with butterflies in my stomach, not knowing what was going to take place that day but certain that the decision I had made would change my life for the better from that day on. I woke up in my brother's home and quickly got ready so I could spend every last second I could with my family. You see, this day, eleven years ago was the day I left to serve a mission for my church, The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. I had quite a ride in life to get me to the decision to serve a mission, but knew from the moment I made my decision to go, that it was the right one for me.
I grew up in a fantastic, supportive family...a family who had faith, had trials, stuck together, grew and who found happiness in being together. My parents converted to the Mormon faith when I was 4 months old and my very first memory ever, was when I was 16 months old and was sealed to my family for eternity in the Idaho Falls temple. I find it fascinating that this is my first memory. I can remember the weather outside riding to the temple. It was gray and stormy. And I remember the LIGHT that I saw and felt while in the temple with my family.
Throughout my life I can say that I saw my share of "storms", but that I always felt that light and warmth when I walked into my home. My life has been truly blessed through my membership in the church, through serving my Heavenly Father, and by doing my best each day to follow my Savior, Jesus Christ. Eleven years ago, when I found myself walking away from my family in the Missionary Training Center, I walked away with a little fear of the unknown, but full of faith that the message I would share and the service I would render in that 18 months ahead of me was in response to my testimony of my Savior and the great knowledge that my family had been given 21 years previously in a small town in Washington. Part of which is "In the premortal realm, spirit sons and daughters knew and worshiped God as their Eternal Father and accepted His plan by which His children could obtain a physical body and gain earthly experience to progress toward perfection and ultimately realize his or her divine destiny as an heir of eternal life. The divine plan of happiness enables family relationships to be perpetuated beyond the grave. Sacred ordinances and covenants available in holy temples make it possible for individuals to return to the presence of God and for families to be united eternally."(Family Proclamation, The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints)
This morning I again woke up with butterflies. Not because I was nervous or because I was leaving my family again. This morning I woke up with sweet memories which sparked those butterflies. And as I laid in bed and reflected on the amazing life I have been blessed with, I soon had 3 little munchkins piled in next to me, snuggling and getting warm and I remembered that those 18 months were worth every sacrifice I gave up. And though my life still has storms every now and again, my duty and privilege now as a mother, is to make a place where my kids can come home to, to feel the warmth and light of love, both from an earthly family, and from their Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ.
This month marks the 15th anniversary of the Proclamation to the Family. A few times during the month I will be posting my thoughts and testimony of this beautiful document. A few awesome ladies are putting a celebration on all month and can be found here or here. They are having guest bloggers, giveaways and more!