Three more stories....

First one...I told in an email... i'll just copy paste here...

oh shoot. i didnt even say.... I was getting ready for church...brought my make up with me to walk down the stairs and was thinkin about what shoes i was going to wear and then...next thing i know. NO Make up in my hands.... and i was going down half a flight of stairs on my rear!!! ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch.... i bruised my elbow...kicked a bike that was at then end of the stairs...hit the wall and knocked the clock down... kind of rolled over laughing and half in agony and pain...no tears were shed, but i was in super shock. I kinda laughed as i looked up and saw leticia looking down at me like, um...are you ok? I hobbled over to the couch and sprawled out....still wondering if the stinging in my butt would go away...haha it was awful. THEN and only then did i realize...OH CRAP! blood on my finger. how did i cut a finger in all of this. its kinda cut and bruised. SOOO i know i shouldve drugged up before church, but i didnt. oh well. I ended up skipping RS because I didnt want to sit through another meeting...it kinda hurts if i sit too long or in the wrong position...so yeah, lame clumsy story, but thats how i fell. I'll survive, but I cant put my left arm in my window in my car without my bruise yelling at me and....they way i hold my scanner for work reminds me that i have a little cut and bruise on my right hand pinky. sheesh. You know this sounds crazy, but I got what I asked for. I was thinking the day before...well it would be nice to just be in physical pain to have a better excuse for feeling hurt...cause this whole feelings thing just seems fake hurt.

*ME

(no pictures to illustrate...they just wouldnt even do it justice)

STORY number TWO.....

Tonight=FHE=Singles Branch.
think Hitch. We did a little speed dating. So funny. Who would have thought that we would do this for an activity and pretty much almost everyone participated. But IF you are mormon you will probably wonder how it worked because as you know....there are always more girls than guys. Holds true prettttty much everywhere. Including our branch. Some how it worked, I didnt pay much attention. It didnt last long, but it was entertaining to say the least. It was maybe a minute or two of talking to each guy before they up and moved again. Some conversations were just fluff because I already knew the guy and was carrying on with a previous conversation...and well honestly...maybe only 2 of them were really even single/available to REALLY even date. So one of my best friends little brothers was there and had just gotten home from his mission. It was funny because well he said. Of your whole family I know you the best. And i was thinking...(maybe i said it) of your whole family I know you the least. I have known his family since....ohhh um... 13 years...so that must mean that i met him when he was 8 or something. Just funny to think about. AND then...this other kid just pretty much made me laugh the whole time. I cant talk when i'm laughing....that humanly impossible! duh. and i'm not sure he was even trying. Lessons learned from speed dating activity=I've got a focusing problem....why was i mostly more interested in what was going on around me rather than paying attention to the guy that was talking to me.

STORY number THREE

After FHE I went to see Mama Mia. I have heard it was bad by most. I must be a heathen. I loved it. We watched and sang along....in fact my friend danced around the theater. HILARIOUS. wish i could show the pictures. Good times.

sooo that was my monday evening.....

Being freaked out as a child...

This is a strange picture to illustrate my point here, but it will all make sense as soon as I get a chance to explain. This picture was taken the first week in November 2007 after I had to get a ppd...or to the lame man (myself) another freaking TB skin test! Who am I kidding here. This super freaked me out that the doctor wanted me to take this test.

I went into the student health center just because I had some extra time. I was only taking an online class and it wasn't keeping me too awful busy. I had just left Jacob Lake. I had health insurance and I figured I might as well use it. Strange, i know. I hate doctors. (well all except for that one ER doctor who i met one time when i was little...his name was Dr. smiley! haha back to the story) Well when I was living in Virginia around 89 or so our whole family went in and did the routine get stuck to see if you have TB thing. Well apparently whatever the lingo may be....tested positive, had a positive reaction...I'm not sure. All I knew was that I was driving home with a little bump on my arm thinking I was super diseased. I can't really recall all of my parents conversation on the drive home but I do know that it left my horrified. I was thinking that I had no idea what Tuberculosis was but from the sound of it I was going to have to be taken away to some far away prison and locked up only to have people bring me my meals and slide them under the door! Seriously! I still have that awful vision in my head of having to be quarantined or something. But in reality what i really was now was faced with was being an 8 yr old that was required to take medicine everyday because of a stupid bump that showed up on my arm that I SWORE was just a mosquito bite...and I promised would go away. (and if you will take note of the picture it sure does look like a mosquito bite of mass sizes) It was torture for the next ohhh I'd say 8-9 months. I had to either take a cup full of this nasty tasting liquid medicine that i could barely stomach or a pill. Well the liquid was too much to handle. SOOO it was time for me to start to learn how to take a pill. Man alive! Why was that the hardest thing I ever had to do in my 8 yrs of living. I think it was a whole family affair. I'm pretty sure it started with gagging and ended in crying for at least a few good weeks. Then every once in awhile it would be crushed into a very very large glass of orange juice that I really hated the taste of all the sudden. Its kind of funny that I can remember as much as I do from this time in my life. I think we only lived in Virginia for a couple of years but I have so many memories of that place. So anyway, somehow I made it through those months of torture and remembered the doctors saying I was never supposed to take another skin test again. I would have an awful reaction to it. I was only supposed to do a chest x-ray to check up on the TB. Well so when I went in to the health center in November I was slightly freaked out and was having awful flashback of bad childhood memories of who knows what was going to happen if it took that dang test again. I had had enough trouble with it the first time I did it. AND well actually I just went in to the doctor asking for a chest x-ray because I knew I had never had it checked since the first time. I was actually thinking...man is this really the altitude doing crazy things with my lungs or do I have some kind of TB festering around in there. Well as it turns out...They did the skin test. it came out positive or whatever like i knew it would. The doctors thought I was scared about it being positive. I knew it would be, I just was wondering why I had to do it again when I told him I had already tested positive a long time ago. There was a HUGE bump on my arm for a couple months. kind of annoying. AND...then they gave me the x-ray. It was just the altitude of Rexburg that made me not able to breathe. Okay that and probably a little bit of being out of shape. But I had just spent 3 months previous to this time at a higher altitude (HELLO GRAND CANYON) and hadn't had as many problems. My body probably just hates me for moving from climate to climate so much. Ok so the real end to this story is that I never had to be quarantined. I faced my fear of doctors and shoot! now I work at a hospital. What am i thinking? Now its just nurses that I'm not so sure about :)

ANYWAY...

You can spend your whole life buildin'

Somethin' from nothin'

One storm can come and blow it all away

Build it anyway

You can chase a dream

That seems so out of reach

And you know it might not ever come your way

Dream it anyway

[chorus:]

God is great, but sometimes life ain't good

When I pray it doesn't always turn out like I think it should

But I do it anyway

I do it anyway

This world's gone crazy and it's hard to believe

That tomorrow will be better than today

Believe it anyway

You can love someone with all your heart

For all the right reasons

And in a moment they can choose to walk away

love 'em anyway

You can pour your soul out singing

A song you believe in

That tomorrow they’ll forget you ever sang

Sing it anyway

Yeah, sing it anyway

I sing, I dream, I love

Anyway

(sung by Martina McBride)

This song is just inspiring to me.

I was recently thinking about things that have happened in the past. I couldn't quite put my finger on why things happened they way they did. Never made much sense. Didn't follow the correct order of the way I had normally expected them to happen. But I just went with it. Then years later I learned a little bit more about the situation and it made a little bit more sense. I was thankful to learn more later on down the road, but...talk about a test. Answers don't always come in the moment I want them, more so when I need them.

Well I'm having another test of life that I wish I had more answers for right now. It kills me a little bit to know that I might not get this specific answer right now....or even next year or the year after that. It might never come now that I think about it. BUT I still have to go on living. That's a killer! I have had more than a few days recently when I had to wake up and just pray for a good attitude to get through the day. And by golly I had a good day yesterday!!!

I get answers for the small stuff like that so I know that God does answer prayers.

sooo I'm going to try to keep doing things and having a good attitude anywayyyy....even though its hard. And I'm going to try to not expect too much in return. I've decided that's the only thing that gets me into trouble....expectations being in the wrong place. Maybe I cant and/or wont fully explain life right now in this blog, but I needed to write something of the weirdness that I'm feeling right now in my life.

New York....

I got to go the Niagara falls in New York. I am not too disappointed in this picture. It was a quick stop to the falls because we were just driving home from Palmyra. I went with the singles branch to see the Hill Cumorah Pageant. It was a perfect weather kind of day.
This is the footwear to wear to church on a sunday at a KOA campground. Sunday's best right here. We had church in the pavilion at the campground right after we had breakfast. There were a couple families at the campground that joined us for a sacrament meeting. We weren't as prepared as we couldve been. I mean I was glad we got to partake of the sacrament even though it was passed on paper plates in dixie cups. It was still the same ordinance no matter what it looked like. And I was sitting in a camp chair but that didn't make the talks any less important. The spirit still attended our meeting.
When we went to the Hill after church the visitor's center wasnt open yet but we all walked to the top of the hill to see the monument. On my way up to the top I stopped because I ran into my cast team leader from the year I was in the pageant (2001). I have ran into him almost every time i've been to pagaent since. Its always good to see old friends and faces. He made sure to say he was thankful to see that I was still faithful. And to point out that it is not something to take lightly or for granted. I was glad he pointed that out. Its not always easy to pick yourself up when life gives you ups and downs and to learn from mistakes. BUT I'm trying to continue to stay faithful. Glad to know that he feels its important to stay close to the teachings of the gospel. We got to catch up on family and other cast team members. He got my email again. Hopefully I'll hear from them as life goes on.

more fireworks.....

So after the day should've been over (around 1130) Brodie got off work and called me. Thats when I decided to head back out to prebble county for the second time in one day to play with some more fireworks. I knew he hadn't gotten to see any because he had been at work all evening. I just think its un-american to not get to see fireworks on the 4th of July. So since I had gotten some earlier in Indiana I brought them to his house and we decided to drive to his parents house to set them off. We did quite a few in the driveway and then pulled out the big ones. I think we did one and then decided we should go wake up his parents. Its a good thing we did because at least they got to enjoy them too. The dog (Weezy-a pug) was going crazy in the house. She had already woken up his parents but they thought it was just lightening and thunder or something. Brodie brought them outside in their PJs to finish our little show with us. Too funny. The dog was out of control. I was trying to get her on video. You can hear her just fine but you cant see how much she was spazing out. We lit a couple spinners too and I'm surprised she didnt get some hair on her belly burnt off...she was right on top of it when it went off. So funny. Anyway...we had a good time then went back to his house and had pizza and watched a movie. I was out entirely toooo late. All in all it was a good day though. I'll have a make a post on part 1 of the events of the day....who am i kidding. I will just have to say it was fun going to the fairgrounds and petting an alpaca and a llama, and a cow, and goats. Petting zoos=good times. I was with Matt and Richard earlier for all of this. We decided after walking around the fairgrounds a bit that redneck bingo would be a fun game to play. People watching was awesome even though Richard didnt seem to think so. so yeah, this is all explained backwards, but my forth of july was really a good day :) thanks to all who participated in the day with me :)

A little glimpse into our fireworks show...

I just want to say...if you decide to watch this...plug your ears about at 55 seconds or so...I hate that you can only really hear me, what can i say....I was recording on my phone. It was some fun fireworks. You can hear all the little kids screaming and oooing and awwing if you listen carefully too. Oh and the reason I screamed is because one of the fireworks didnt shoot up like it shouldve and it kind did a big boom right on the ground next to all the boys that were lighting them off. I couldnt get my phone pointed in the right direction quick enough. I think this was my favorite video of all the videos on my phone though. Hope you enjoy...and again...turn down your sound or brace yourself for my laughs and screams. :) hope you all had an enjoyable 4th of July Celebration.

Nasty....

Let me tell you what these two images have in common. They are NASTY! Thats a pretty strong feelings word, but honestly thats how I feel about this shoe and this car.

(This picture was taken only moments ago on my phone and then promptly uploaded so that I could blog about my strong dislike of them)

Tomorrow morning I am going with my dad to the store house to do a little service project with his ward. I told my mom I only had sandals. (I already packed my stuff and made my way over to her house because it was a fun filled family sunday). So Mrs. Garage sale that she is busts these shoes out and tells me that she just got them for a dollar but she things they are a tad too big for her foot and maybe I would like to wear them. I think I threw up a little in my mouth when she pulled them out. I decided they are the EL CAMINO of shoes. I mean really...Did you want a sandal? or a tennis shoe? pick! don't put them together.
And that is how I've always felt about a car like this. Did you want a truck? or a car? PICK! don't put them together. Its not like having the best of both worlds. Eww. nasty. Normally I don't have such strong opinions about cars or I will let my opinion change from time to time. If I was to ever own one of these it would be nature's cruel way of getting back at me. I hope I never have to own this shoe or this car. They are both incredibly nasty.