A million little things

I don't really know what to write about. Hence the absence of posts lately.

I had a pretty rough week. Who knew that life could get harder after school?

Saturday was one of the most intense days of my life. I needed it. I needed to be reminded of all my weaknesses and all I have been blessed with.

I made the stupid mistake of going to a party Friday night when I had to be up at 3:50am to be ready and at the temple at 5am. I love working at the temple. It is one of the greatest highlights of each week.

The temple is amazing. Serving in the temple makes everything better. You see the Lord's work progressing powerfully forward. The dedication of so many saints and their spirits brightens my day.

Well I also told my employer that I would work on Saturday to make up for this coming Friday that they will be gone. BAD IDEA.

I was so tired. Had so little patience. I did not want to be there. I wanted to be spending time with my hubby or sleeping. Sleeping was the more realistic outcome.

After 6 hours of watching a cranky 21 month old. I had worked 11 hours straight. She did take a 2 hour nap where I might have dozed off a few times. But her nap isn't always a real break. Why? Because her dad is still at home and is always walking around and I feel like I should be doing something productive, at least reading, and so I had to remain slightly conscious. It only made me more cranky.

Well immediately after nannying I headed over to my good friend Kristin Avery's to get ready for her hors d'eouver party. I had decided I would make spring rolls. I bought raw shrimp thinking it was cooked. I decided to make the shrimp rolls before the veggie rolls and contaminated everything. Kyle discovered the contamination because he is taking a microbiology seminar on bacterias and he knows ALL about contamination and e coli and all that jazz.

I was so embarrassed which turned into humiliation which turned me into a recluse. I was tired and cranky. I felt stupid and silly. Eventually I made my way back to feeling normal. I came out of my shell and ate the other uncontaminated delicious food.

I eventually fell into hysterical laughter and then crashed on the floor. When Kyle finally got me to get up....I looked like a mess.

I fell asleep instantly when we got home.

Sunday brought the recollection of how I acted and how ungrateful I had been throughout the day. I am greatful for a knowledge of the plan of salvation, for the doctrine of salvation, for a belief of Christ's words that he can make my weaknesses into strengths and that ultimately if I strive to do my best, repenting along the way when I don't, and gradually grow. I will gain eternal life.

What a sweet blessing. Am I right or what?

Spontaneousness

Yesterday evening I wanted to listen to the song "your love is my drug" by Ke$ha. It's a silly song, but I like the beat. It makes me want to get up an dance.

That is just what I did. Kyle joined me.

We danced together. I loved every minute of it.

I love the end of the day when Kyle is done with homework, seminary prep, work. All the bajillion things to do.

Because then I get undivided attention time. I relish in it.

Sometime I think married life can be a little dull in Seattle (there aren't many couples in your situation, with your type of schedule)...but then I have spontaneous dance parties with my husband in my bedroom and I think....

I doesn't get much better than this.

Humor Time!

My posts have been a bit on the serious side lately.

What can I say? I am ALL business.

Nannying Isabella has been a riot lately. She says and does the funniest things. I guess she doesn't really say anything...but she is progressing vocally.

Lately she has been pulling the cats tails. I am amazed at these cats. They just grin and bear it. Its more like they immediately drop to the ground and attempt to claw away. Never at her though....

She loves dancing lately. Just moving her little bum side to side. It's pretty adorable...

Heroines of the Restoration

Sometimes I pity myself for not being raised in the church.

I dwell on it. Sometimes cry. 

I decided to be proactive about it. The main thing that makes me upset is that sometimes I wish that I had parents to turn to for gospel questions and for examples of faith and testimony.

Recently I have discovered two things.

My mother and father are examples

and

the heroines of the restoration are my examples

I listened to a talk given by a leader of the church (Elder Ballard) about daughters and mothers.  A few thoughts stood out to me. Mainly the fact that even though my parents aren't members and don't believe what I believe doesn't mean that they aren't examples. They try to do what is best for me. I will always love them for that.

A teacher lent me a book Heroines of the Restoration. It has short life sketches of major and minor women who made the church what it is today. I have been relishing in their testimonies, their faith, their trials. I am learning so much from them. 

I am so grateful for my membership in the church. I am grateful that I am a pioneer for my family and my future family. I pray that I may live as an example.