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We Thank Thee O God For a Prophet.

I just wanted to share some feelings on the passing of our beloved prophet. Although I am sad that we won't be able to hear his voice and witness his great testimony first hand anymore, I am far more overwhelmed with gratitude for the time we were able to have with him. He has been the prophet for most of what I remember of my membership. I was able to see him in person when he came to Vernal to break ground for our new temple. I still remember the jokes he told--a shovel fell in the middle of his speech and knocked a picture off a large easel. When they were all picked up again, he said, "Hmm.. didn't break the picture. Didn't break the shovel...broke the monotony!" Nobody can top his quick wit in my book. I also got to witness the dedication of our temple. I will never forget the spirit that was there. President Hinckley will be so sorely missed but I am so grateful for the testimony I have of the gospel and I know his spirit is free of the body that was slowing him down. Someone mentioned he could finally rest. I don't think so. I think he can more freely do the things he wants to. Can you imagine that man resting?? I'm so glad for the knowledge that he is back with his wife and with our Savior and Heavenly Father. And most of all, thankful we had him for the time we did.

Our Girl Trip

Today I took the girls to Provo for no real reason except my doctor insisted I get an eye exam to see if they could be the cause of the terrible migraines I get. Here's a little recap of our "Girl Trip" as Sadie loved to call it. (I really don't know where she got it. Cute.)

*Target. I almost spent a lot of money here but decided against it just because I couldn't find a certain shower curtain I had seen online and really wanted. Is that weird?

*ShapGo. New specs. Lotsa money. Ouch. It super sucks when you're blind.
Conversation while there:
Salesgirl: Where do you live now?
Me: Vernal.
Salesgirl: Ick.
Me: Hmmm?
Salesgirl: I asked where you live and you said Vernal. I said, Ick.
Oh, okay. I thought you might've said something offensive.

*Cafe Rio. Shredded chicken salad was wonderful. Only one problem. I got up in the middle of our meal to take the girls to the restroom and when we came back everything was gone. Oh well what are you gonna do.

*Mall. Looked in lots of stores, saw a good friend and got ice cream.
Conversation while there:
Salesman: Hi.
Me: Fine, thanks how are you?
Okay so I was a little distracted with, "Don't touch that. Come here. Stay by me. Keep your hands in your pockets!!"

Drive home. Go to Enrichment night.
Converstaion while there:
Girl: Are you doing okay?
Me: Yep, doin' good.
Girl: You're sure.
Me: Yep.
Girl: You just look tired.
Okay good night.

Pet Story

Pet Story
Julie's blog reminded me of a hamster story. When I was little, my mom and dad used to buy me hamsters and gerbils all the time. Gross, I know. Every time I think of or see a gerbil, I think of the time I was picking up my gerbil by the tail and the fur and skin of the tail CAME OFF. IN MY HAND. *Shudder.*

But that's not the story I was going to tell. I had a hamster--many many because every time one would die, I would cry and act like it was the end of the world so my mom and dad would buy me another one. And they died a lot, for some reason. The following story may shed some light on why.

I had those little hamster balls that I would put the hamsters in and let them run around the room. One day, even though I knew I was going to be in trouble for it, I let the hamster completely out of the ball and the cage and decided to let him roam free. I put him in the drawer of a big desk (that my parents still have, as a matter of fact) and left the room for a while. When I came back, I opened the drawer. No hamster. I opened the drawer further--all the way and it wasn't on tracks so it flopped down. No hamster. I ran crying into my mom thinking he was lost. She came back into my room with me to look for him. I told her what happened. "I put him right in this drawer..." I opened the drawer and the lifeless hamster slid to the bottom of the drawer. Hysterics now. AHHHH!! My mom told me to put him in a shoebox until my dad got home to bury him.

I put the shoebox in my mom and dad's room and said to my mom, "We just need to pray for him." I said a little earnest prayer in complete faith like a child. My mom was already starting in on Sometimes Heavenly Father has to say No, yadda yadda... I finished my prayer and we left the room. Sometime later I came back in the room. And guess what. I heard scratching coming from the box. Heavenly Father spared my hamsters life. Probably for another week, I don't remember. :)

What's your favorite pet story? Or child-like faith story?

A Long January.

 

 

 

 

Does the winter seem to be longer and worse because I keep thinking about it? And how wonderful spring sounds? Or is it really just this long and horrible?? Sorry to be a downer, but I was thinking last night in the -4 degrees walking from the car to the house, how the sound of the crunch of snow used to thrill me. You know, when you're thinking about the excitement of Christmas the sound of snow was wonderfully exciting. Now I am thoroughly annoyed. Also, the trip to Lowes we were returning from was decidedly unproductive despite having been there nearly 2 hours. We spent $35.00 instead of around $3,000-$3,500 which is what we wanted to do because it would've meant we had a garage door on the way, and lots of mud and tools to start mudding. As it lies, we have none of that and the snow keeps irritating me to no end. :)

Smiles!

More January Things of Note...

1. My cool brother-in-law cut his finger OFF in an accident involving his truck and its moving parts at work. (Critical parts of his story include he was more than an hour away from a hospital with a truck that the parts move but IT didn't. It no worky. And after he realized what had happened, exactly, he had to crawl around on his hands and knees to retrieve his appendage.) He has taken it well, as you can see from the picture only hours after it happened, even though the pain is bad at times.

 

2. My darling nephew got baptized after waiting what he probably felt was TOO LONG after he turned 8! (Due to a move.) He is so cute; I'm proud of him and his decision!

 

3.Grandma Rosie made new nightgowns for the girls, only to them, they're not nightgowns. They're pricess dresses.

 

 

My Christmas Present

 

Can't tell you how excited I am to hang this on my wall!!!

Woopsie Doodle

So after I posted the run-down of all things January in our lives thus far, I realized some time later that I left out one rather important thing. We celebrated our 9th wedding anniversary. It was low-key, just the way we like things, with a little steak dinner out alone, splurging on cheesecake for dessert and then a delightful, uninterupted stroll around Lowes. (It's our new favorite place and saved the day, as it only opened in our town a month ago and we've used it for lots!--Saved us lots of trips to Provo, which can also be a bad thing.;)) That brings me to another important thing I left off my list. While there, we chose all of our appliances. It was fun. The next day we went back and spent $5,000 and left empty-handed. You'd think I'd be getting used to that feeling by now. Not so much.






But ain't they beauties? I know, I know, this is only interesting to me. Who cares about appliances, really? :)

Wake Me Up When January Ends.

How 'bout that for a welcome back?? I am sooo sick of this weather I could puke. It is booger-freezin cold here and even colder in Jensen. Where we're working OUTSIDE on the siding. Morgan is absolutely committed. Or should be committed to an institution for working out in it without a single complaint. He must be insane. And AWESOME.

Here's a little January re-cap
*Be a total blog slacker.
*Read too many books, all about murder.
*Attempt to begin taxes...YIKES. Kill me now.
*Fail drywall inspection.
*Two days later pass drywall inspection.
*Start siding.
*Play a little Boggle with the MIL.
*Have a mini-breakdown when we think the inspector's going to make us take down all the drywall to do an insulation inspection we didn't know we needed.
*Realize it's ALLL gonna be okay.
*Pick out carpet.
*Cabinet guy comes and does final measurements. Says, "3-4 weeks." I go. "YESSSS!" Morgan goes, "NO, not gonna happen. Dangit.

 

 

 

 

Pictures: in no particular order since I can't remember what order I put them in.
Morgan working on a ladder to side the house. Cute color, huh? I think it is super sharp.
Pictures of drywall. Very exciting. Some of them you can see the graffiti the inspector left us when he said, "You missed A LOT of screws." Hey, we're first-timers. What do you want.
The girls' little potty. I haven't used it. Or have I?

Yes, we're still hoping to move in in March. Why, are you going to come and stay with us, Arah?? Break in the guest room??