Friday, December 6, 2013
It is my pleasure to announce the 2013 Finalists are...
Voting closes on Wednesday, December 11 at 10pm. Get to voting and share!!
Wednesday, December 4, 2013
Win NaNoWriMo Nope
Read 5 books Nuh uh
♠ Buy my plane ticket for Honduras
Start running again Bahahahaha
Get my hearing tested What? Can't hear you!
I bought my plane ticket!! I'm really for realsies going to Honduras! And it hit me the other day that...um...I'm totally missing Christmas with my family. Which was the plan in the first place, but now just feels weird and a little bit sad. But I'm excited because I'm headed to Honduras!
And so, my December goals are inspired by my oh-so-exciting-but-a-little-bit-scary-because-I-still-don't-speak-much-Spanish trip!
♦ Don't have a meltdown trying to get to El Porvenir
♦ Get all of my stuff packed by noon on Thursday
♦ Finish my work To Do list by Tuesday
♦ Finish reading Sycamore Row and The Princess Bride before I leave
♦ Try a food that scares me
♦ Go to the Bay Islands
♦ Go to church in El Porvenir/La Ceiba
♦ Swim in the Caribbean
♦ Start running again
♦ Visit some ruins
December is definitely going to be a month to remember.
Tuesday, December 3, 2013
What a week or three it's been. Anyone else feel like they've been run over by the sleep train?
It's been a crazy, whirlwindy couple of weeks and I am just plain wore out. But I will survive because you know why? I leave for Central America in TEN DAYS!!!!!!!!
So as I mentioned in my last post, I have a friend whose daughter is sick and it's pretty serious, but totally treatable and things are getting better every day. There are good signs all around and hopefully soon this whole hospital thing will be a distant memory for her and for her whole family.
And I'm still not comfortable divulging details. In fact, I share this story with permission, but only with permission to keep the details to the barest of minimums.
My friend's daughter, whom I'll call "Nora" after her favorite character from her very favoritest show ever: iCarly, had some pain and discomfort going on. Her throat was sore, she was running a low fever, had some coughing and congestion and the like. The poor kid was miserable.
So the doctors do what doctors do and they started ordering up different medications to make her more comfortable. And it would work for a few hours and then she would be back to miserable. This went on for days. Days. They had little Nora all the way up to morphine, which definitely helped her sleep, but did NOTHING for the other symptoms, of course.
And then, after nearly a week, one of the nurses asked the question that I can hear all you moms out there shouting.
"Has anyone given her Tylenol?"
Nora is back on the road to recovery.
And the doctors all have giant bruises on their foreheads from the facepalming.
In other news, don't forget to vote for my BLOG AWARDS!! The semi-finalists are running neck-and-neck and it's all very exciting. You have until tomorrow night!
Wednesday, November 27, 2013
(Or today, or yesterday, depending on when you actually read this post.)
My heart is full this year. It is every year, but it's exceedingly full right now. Ready to burst with love and gratitude. For life, for health (both physical and mental--at the moment), for friends and family.
There are so many things to be thankful for and I just can't seem to fathom it all.
It's too bad that it so often takes a crisis to realize all the good in life and in the world.
I've spent a lot of the past week at the hospital. Don't worry, I wasn't the patient. I've been there to support one of my best friends whose daughter, only 8 years old, IS a patient and is facing a lot of challenges right now.
The story isn't mine to share and I hope you'll forgive the lack of details. I've just never felt right talking about other people's kids here on my blog and I plan to continue that policy.
The point of all this is that being on the edge of this crisis has given me a big, giant reminder that I have a heck of a lot for which to be grateful. I don't know why it gets so easy to forget that. I don't know why I can't seem to remember to express my thanks more often.
Why does it take a special day or a season to remind me to be thankful for my blessings and to thank my Heavenly Father, from whom all blessings flow?
I'm thankful for Thanksgiving. Because it DOES remind me to give thanks. But it is something I want to do always.
It's something I will try to do better.
Who's with me?
What are you thankful for?
Monday, November 25, 2013
I'd just pulled off the freeway, rounded the corner, and there was a sputtering. And a shuddering. And then my car died.
That's how I found out Smurfette can go exactly 428.5 miles on one tank of gas.
I sat there for a few minutes and then, for some strange reason, I decided to try starting the car. And it turned over, roaring to life.
I could make it two measly little miles!
So I merged back onto the road and kept going, edging ever closer to home.
And then, as I was entering an intersection, it sputtered again. It lurched. It thunked. And then it died.
Stranded. In the middle of an intersection.
Luckily it was a three-way intersection and I was pulled as far over to the edge as possible.
But there I was. I called Laura and let her know my new location. She said she'd be there in five to ten minutes.
And wouldn't you know it, the entire time I sat there, not one single person stopped to see if I was okay. No one asked if help was on the way or if I needed anything, or why the hell was I sitting in the middle of the intersection.
Which got me to wondering: When did we get to this point in society where we don't help each other anymore? What is it that keeps us from looking out for one another? That makes us focus only on ourselves?
I just don't believe it's simply a matter of paranoia or safety. That would be an easy answer, wouldn't it? A convenient reason. I can't stop to help because what if they turn out to part of the less than one percent of society that happens to be a violent criminal.
No, I think we just can't be bothered anymore. Can't be bothered helping a stranger with something that might take more than five seconds of our time. Can't be bothered saying hello to someone who might need to hear a friendly voice. Can't be bothered taking time out of our busy lives to help others.
I'm not talking about service projects. Because we're all about service projects. Donating to a cause, running for a cause, volunteering to help sandbag a house when a storm is coming.
Those are things we're good at. I mean, look at all the help that's going to the Philippines right now. It's inspiring.
But when it comes to the day to day? We could do better.
So as this is the week of Thanksgiving and a time to count our blessings and name them one by one, I hope that you'll also look for ways, small ways, that you can be a blessing to someone else. Whether it's to hold a door open for people entering a building, or checking in with a friend whose child is in the hospital, or stopping to help a stranded motorist.
We are given opportunities every day. Let's try to take one or two and help someone out.
Because who knows when we'll need that favor returned?
Friday, November 22, 2013
Major gigantically huge thanks to everyone who nominated these awesome, awesome blogs you are about to see.
I want it to be clear that these nominations do not come just from me. I might add in a few of my own here or there, but these are 95% driven by my readers. So if you are nominated, this means someone out there in blogland (in addition to myself) thinks you are awesome.
All right, so...On with the nominees!
Please vote and then share this post, if you would be so kind. These are some really excellent blogs and they deserve as much as exposure as they can get. So sharing is caring and all that jazz.
Here are your 2013 nominees.....
Wednesday, November 20, 2013
For the past year and a half, I've been the Primary President in my ward at church. On Sunday, I was released from that calling. I handed over my binder, turned in my keys, and just like that...it's done.
It's so easy to look back on all the things I should have done differently. Things that would have made the program run more smoothly; things that would have been great for the kids; things that would have proven I was more dedicated than it often seemed.
But I'm trying not to focus on the coulda, shoulda, woulda.
Because that doesn't help anyone.
Instead, I'm thinking about the great times we had, the things I learned, and what I did right.
Most especially, I love those kids fiercely. I love the way one of the 4-year-olds would get me so frustrated when she wouldn't just sit in her seat, and then she'd hug me to try to distract me from my frustration. I love the way I finally figured out which twin was which and then still got their names wrong from time to time. I love the glee in their voices when we sing "Nephi's Courage." I love how excited they would be to tell me about their week and what was going on in their lives.
I love those kids.
And I always will.
Even as they ran in the halls and whispered to each other during prayers and grumbled when I asked them to put their iPods away.
They are my Primary kids. They have a new Presidency to love them now, but they are still mine. They may not remember me, but I will never forget them.
And even though I'm excited for new changes (like switching to a ward for singles aged 31-45), part of me is a little sad to turn the page on this chapter.
But that's the beauty of the church. It goes on. And there will be other opportunities to serve and to love and to learn.
I'm looking forward to it.
PS: Totally unrelated, but you have until tomorrow night to get in your nominations for my 3rd Annual Blog Awards. Get cracking!