Thoughts for this Thursday

I don't blog much anymore. Mostly, because I don't know what to blog about. My life is busy as usual  but I still am just too lazy to write it down on a blog. So here are my thoughts about my life for this Thursday:

- I am taking care of 2 dogs - one of which chases the neighbor kids all the way up to their door of their house and barks incessantly, but is cute and looks like a teddy bear.... the other who is a sweetheart and loves to give kisses and snuggle.  

Lacey the Snuggler

Milo the chaser/barker. He's so cute though....

- Being 30 isn't that bad. Actually its better than being 29. 29 came with a lot of "dreading to turn 30." So now I have nothing to dread....

- I think I am my church's project girl. Why do I say that?? Well this week I have had my visiting teachers, my home teachers, the elders quorumn president come visit. And the Relief Society president personally invited me to go to RS. I have noticed that being single in a family ward makes is very easy to be less active.

- I wish it would stop raining. why? a) because my dogs get muddy feet and I have to wash them off constantly b) I could go ride my horses without sinking up to my knees in horse poop and mud  c) I want to start working on my yard d) I could go on and on


- I sat in a meeting at work with a man who had an extremely bad combover. I mean it was combed over from the bottom of his ear to the top of his other ear.... embrace the baldness people!

- I want to hold a baby.

- How did I end up with a job that actually DOES use math?? I had to take college math 3 times in order to pass it, and even then, I only passed it by 1% (no exaggeration). And now in my job I use math daily.... at least I can use a calculator...

-I went on a cruise with my friends and sister. We went to Aruba, Curacao, St. Thomas, Puerto Rico and Dominica. It was so fun. While in Curacao, I rode a Ostrich.... I like the one where I am on the poor ostrich and we are basically making the same face of shock and confusion....

 - I think this is  a really ugly picture, and would be grossed out if I was licked by that long tongue.

 

- I love owning my house. Its little, and its old, but I LOVE it. I can do what I want to it, and its my little creation. I recently had my roommate move out, so now its just me and the dogs, and it has been soooo great. I only fear that I will never want to get married now. I am content.

-  I have to pee, so now I'm going to go.

BYE BYE

Two memories

Today, the 28th of February,  is a day that I dedicated to have a yearly look at my life and see if I have made my life "worth it." Sometimes I feel a little proud of my accomplishments, but then at other times, the lack of some things hurt. But today I will focus on the positive!

In other thoughts, I have two memories today.

One is a fun memory of when I was 15. My friend Jenny and I would go to her house after school. Her parents were gone, and we were the only ones in the house. Jenny's dad had a cool Bronco/Blazer that he had set up a nice stereo system. So she would grab the keys, and out we'd go to just sit in the bronco and listen to music.  On this day, Jenny started it, and in some land next to their house, we drove around and around in circles with the bass of the music pounding. Then we made up some dance moves to do in the car - which I continue to do :).  I think that is the day, my love of loud music came alive.

The other memory is of the first time my friend Sarah went toilet papering. I had learned to drive and got my license, so I slept over at her house one weekend and I taught her the technique of T.P-ing. :) Honestly, I remember that night vividly because Sarah was so carefree and happy. We then went back to her house and she showed me a journal that she kept - which was actually a drinking mug she would write all her "big" accomplishments on - and it would later be fired and glazed.... It was such a creative idea, and I love the toilet papering was a big accomplishment. I wonder if her family still has that mug.

Happy Late Halloween

The cause of broken fingers.

Remember when I got this?:

and that is was caused by installing this?:




Well here are the before, during and after pictures of my living room.


When I found this house on the market, I knew there would be lots of work involved to getting it how I liked it. The carpet was HIDEOUS. Seriously, it stunk so bad and was stained nastily. Underneath the gross carpet was spots of mold from where water oe pee or whatever it was. It was gross.

These pictures don't show the grossness of it, or the stench. :)

Then my dad and mom came over and helped almost every night to put in the new flooring - which is when i broke my finger.

And here is my living room now. I still need to add curtains and some things on the walls.

 

I'm back.....kinda.

So I mentioned a while ago that I bought a house. An old one. That was gross and needed some love. And I have given it some love. Cuz I love her. I named her Ella.

Here is what she looked like when I bought her:

What you can't see are the million of rotten plumbs,

 apples and apricots that needed to be cleaned up.

And by the way, those are not my cars.

Here is my house as of today.

It still has lots of work to do.

But so far I:

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  ripped out 3 earwig infested rose bushes
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  dug out flower beds that line the walkway (and planted flowers
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  painted my door red (red doors bring happiness apparently)
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  and dug out flowerbeds under my windows and along the side of the property

Still to do:

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  Paint the shutters black
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  Add window boxes under the 3 windows
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  pant bushes and flowers in the flowerbeds
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  make a new door frame 

This is only the front yard. The back yard need A LOT of love.....

How it is.

The only survivor of a shipwreck was washed up on a small, uninhabited island. He prayed feverishly for

God to rescue him. Every day he scanned the horizon for help, but none seemed forthcoming.

Exhausted, he eventually managed to build a little hut out of driftwood to protect himself from the elements, and to store his few possessions. One day, after scavenging for food, he arrived home to find his little hut in flames, with smoke rolling up to the sky. He felt the worst had happened, and everything was lost. He was stunned with disbelief, grief, and anger. He cried out, 'God! How could you do this to me?'

Early the next day, he was awakened by the sound of a ship approaching the island! It had come to rescue him! 'How did you know I was here?' asked the weary man of his rescuers. 'We saw your smoke signal,' they replied.

The Moral of This Story:

It's easy to get discouraged when things are going bad, but we shouldn't lose heart, because God is at work in our lives, even in the midst of our pain and suffering. Remember that the next time your little hut seems to be burning to the ground. It just may be a smoke signal that summons the Grace of God.

Oh the joy

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an 11 year old boy

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being stuck in a mini-van for 13 hours

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a new found loathing for a toy.

Septic Tank

So.....remember this?

Basically I had serious plumbing issues, and in the process of fixing them, my dad and I unearthed the old septic tank that was used years ago ( my house is 70 yrs old). The boards that were covering the tanks were rotted and my dad almost fell through them, which is why he decided we needed to recover them with weather treated wood, etc.

Well I haven't gotten around to it yet, so I have a huge gaping whole in my back yard. I have to dig out the rest of the rotting wood and frankly, I have much funner things to do. Besides this is in my back yard....so noone sees it.

The other day I was feeling ambitious and decided to bite the bullet and uncover the poo bin. 

Then I lost my balance.

And fell in.

Head first.

Into the poo bin.

Yes, I cried.

Times like these are when I decide I want a husband. So that HE can uncover poo bins and stuff.

Here is a war wound from the fall.

Stop it.

I was at the store today trying to look for a cute shirt. Failed. While I was looking, a dad was telling his daughter "Get out of the lady's way." LADY? When have I become a lady and not just a girl! I mean, I know I'm 29 and not a teenager anymore - but a LADY?? This also goes along with my hatred for people who call me ma'am instead of MISS. There should be rules for these titles, such as only using the title of ma'am to those awesome women who are over 50.

Why does this bother me so? I know not. I don't mind getting older. To be honest, its GREAT. I am able to be independent, have a career and be single - I can do what I want, when I want, with whomever I want, HOW I want. Maybe its the fact that I don't have any children, or a husband or things of that sort, so it makes me jump when I am called Ma'am or Lady. Or maybe its because I give my boyfriend wet-willies and bring whoopie-cusions to work that make me feel more like a MISS and not a MA'AM. I'm still young. I will forever be young - even when I'm 85.

I guess its undeniable. I must accept that I am a Ma'am. The below is what I found on wickipedia:

Usage of "Ma'am" is common in the United States and in Western Canada. In the past the term was in theory to be used only for married women, but it has become common courtesy to use this term for all adult women, rather than to attempt to presume a marital status based on age or other appearances. The term formerly in common usage for unmarried women, "Miss," is now usually reserved only for children and young ladies of school age, for extremely formal usage in which the woman's marital status is known, or if the woman in question has made it known that that she prefers said term.

BLAH BLAH BLAH

I guess there are a few other evidences of me getting older:

• I can't stand MTV anymore.
• MUST HAVE 8 HOURS OF SLEEP
• Don't find any of the below clothing attractive (these were all at a popular young adult store)

• Don't think he is cute at all:

• And I have Arthiritis.