213

213.  That's really supposed to say 213.  213 in 2013.  That's where I'm at.  Let's see how this year goes as far as that hefty number is concerned.  

I've started my very own Wii Just Dance program.  It's been 4 days and I'm 4 for 4.  Woohoo!  I'm not going to make some big huge goal for myself only to be disappointed.  I heard that somewhere on the radio or a TV commercial.  Start small and see where it leads.  Then setbacks won't seem so dramatic.  So that's what I'm doing.

One day at a time.

 

  GT OUT!!!

knowledge

The closest people i've had pass away were my great-grandmother and great-grandfather. 

My great-grandpa died when I was 8.  I remember it as a horrible thing.  I remember sobbing and sobbing thinking how horrible it was that he's gone and that he'd left my great-grandma behind. 

That was before I learned how the plan of salvation truly works.

My great-grandma passed away 2 weeks before I got married.  The passing of Grandma Rich had special meaning to me.  She lived with Gma Gardner for 10 years after Gpa Rich passed and she was always around.  Towards the end of her life, she had been moved up to Idaho, where she was from, and it was there that she spent her last days.  She would not have been able to attend my wedding, and with her passing, I knew that she was able to be a part of my day, and I felt her there.

That was nearly 13 years ago.

I still get all teary when I think about Grandma and Grandpa Rich.  Realizing what I know now, that they are together for eternity, and I TRULY believe that, I think of the joy that they're experiencing.  And I am honestly excited for when I'm able to receive that same blessing from my Heavenly Father.

I can't think about or even imagine or pretend or pretend to pretend or contemplate or fatham what my life would be like without Jon.  My only hope at this moment, is that if anything were to happen that is unexpected or tragic, that I can truly rely on these feelings and the knowledge that I have regarding our eternal marriage and the plan of salvation, and that I can survive and somehow get through life without him.

I have a testimony of the plan of salvation.  I have a testimony of temples.  They are sacred and holy.  They bring peace and comfort.  And they build eternal families.

I want everyone to have that knowledge and feel those blessings of comfort and peace.  It can only be good.

purpose vs reason

It's amazing how one's perspective can change in one day.  It's amazing that sometimes it takes horrible things to make you realize the things that are truly important.

Let's just say that today, I hope that I've learned a little something in the past 48 hours that makes me really appreciate things and makes me change how I react to things.

Let's just HOPE.

I've been thinking lately about my "trials" and when they're going to hit me.  Not to say that I haven't had trials, but I haven't had anything even in comparison to so many of my friends and acquaintances.  I suppose that means that I have a lot of spiritual preparation ahead of me before I'm able to handle anything like that.  I think I have a long way to go.

I could go back and see some things that have happened in my life and say I have definitely experienced things that have affected me and that I have learned from them.  Some of those things I am extremely grateful for and consider some to be blessings.

So the hot question of the day...
Do things happen for a reason or is there a purpose as to why things happen? 

I've debated this and think that there are many people that debate this as well.  Is there really a difference in the question?

Is there a reason that bad things happen to good people?

Or

Do bad things happen to good people for a purpose?

In my eyes, they are different. 
Reason, to me, is a cause and effect kind of deal. 
Purpose is to find a greater good from something.
Does that make sense?  It does to me.  And I'm just thinking that there isn't a reason that bad things happen to good people.  Things just happen and those good people kind find some kind of purpose out of it.

Rambling.  But thinking.

Blah.

So to my chums, the H family, my heart goes out.

minor freak outs

am i dramatic?

i think as a child i just went with the flow and had a relatively boring life.

now that i'm an adult and all these randomly insane things happen to me, i can't help but get a little agitated, excited, over-stimulated and have little freak-outs.

i don't see them as freak-outs, i see them as me venting my frustrations, angers, excitements, bewilderments, etc. in a loud obnoxious way.

so sue me.

not alot to say

really, i always think i have so much bottled up but when i actually sit down to write it down there's nothing.

nothing.

i think i might try video diary.

Monday, back to reality

i like this.  i like confessing.  because then i feel like i'm not lying.... because i HATE lying.

i slept until 12:30 today.  not actually in my bed... and i did get up and down as i got the kids breakfast, got them off to school, awakened the spouse, changed little B's diaper as needed (i know, she really needs to be potty trained, HELP!) but i dozed on the couch all morning long.  and i hardly feel guilty.  little B bounced on me (i am the best slide, let me tell you).  she rubbed my cheeks and i simply listened as she played pretend with several of her babies.  she is my imaginitive munchkin.  i love it.  she wouldn't let me put pants on her, which i hate. but we weren't going anywhere, so i caved.  then i dozed some more.  i didn't even turn on the computer until 12:40.  then i jumped in the shower and had a wonderful rest of the day.

wonderful.

A New Beginning

It's 2011.

I've had a hard time with "social media" as of late, but I've realized that I shouldn't let other people's "issues" affect me in a way that inhibits me from being me and sharing.  So I'm back.  And I know it's only been 2 months. 

But here's to new things.

To start off, I've come up with one resolution, so far...

Hike to Delicate Arch.  That's a good goal, isn't it?  We went that way this past summer and I failed to accomplish this task.  I could blame this on other people, like Little B, because I'm sure at the time I used this as an excuse, but it's really just me.  I'm unhealthy and figured I'd make a fool of myself had I even attempted it.  And it was hot, and I had already felt like I was going to die just at the lookout point.  So, there you have it... a confession. 

So, here's to 2011.  One goal at a time.

*the back story... cause there's a back story to every front story.

this is me waiting for Paco, who made it to the lookout, and had the keys to the car, which had all the water in it.  IT WAS HOT!  Luckily, some family members drove into the parking lot and left us a bottle of water.

This was Paco's view from the viewpoint.  It's seriously beautiful.  I'm still kicking myself for not even making it this far.  blargheurowiejfalksdjvoapdi.

This was the best view I got.