Made by Memilyrae

So, earlier this year our washing machine started making a sort-of grinding noise. Come to find out…it broke! It took us 3 weeks (and standing at Best Buy talking to the customer care people for a hour and fifteen minutes with two small kids) to even get them to send out the fix-it guy (we were not given a special number for the washing machine when we purchased the warranty)…then a week for the parts to come in and then 3 days for him to fix it! THEN he said that the parts will make noise for 3 or 4 loads. Well, one month later it’s STILL making tons of noise and it kept getting worse. This morning we woke up, started a load of laundry and we thought “Wow…that’s really noisy.” Steve stopped the cycle and what do you guess? It smelled like something was burning and it would not rotate any more! Steve tried putting it on the spin cycle just to see if it’d get rid of the water but no…it wouldn’t do anything! I’m just thankful that we bought the warranty! The Fix-It guy is calling next Tuesday to set up a time to come take a look…then we’ll probably have to wait for the parts to ship and then have him come back to fix it. What a hassel! (Thank you Annette for letting me do my laundry…AND forcing me to fold them before I do another load….at your house!)

I just want my washing machine to work! :*(

I hate the feeling of pure frustration…especially when it comes to my kids. Tonight is the 5th night that Evie has screamed…and I mean SCREAMED…bloody murder when I lay her down for ni-ni. Typically I’ll lay her down, turn on some music, give her Teddy or Puppy, and give her water in a sippy cup and she closes her eyes and drifts to sleep like a sweet pea. But NO…the past 5 nights I lay her down and it’s constant noise for 30-60 minutes. I’ll even go in and tell her I love her and that it’s time for ni-ni. Arg! This is killing me! I’m so frustrated with her that I want to just close all the doors and drive away for a while…but that whole ‘love’ thing keeps me at home listening to the non-stop yelling…and wall banging…and thrashing around hitting her sippy cup on the bars noise.

That’s what I’m feeling…Pure Frustration.

Annette (Sassy) and I (Spunky) got our hair done today. I missed being blonde and she’s excited to “have a style.” My hair took 4.5 hours. Annette had to wait around about an hour and half for me but that’s okay…she’ll get over it. See how cute we are?!?!

Saw this and loved it! Enjoy!!!!

VALENTINE FOOD FOR THOUGHT

Cabbage always has a heart; Green beans string along.
You’re such a cute tomato, Will you peas to me belong?
You’ve been the apple of my eye, You know how much I care;
So lettuce get together, We’d make a perfect pear.

Now, something’s sure to turnip to prove you can’t be beet;
So, if you carrot all for me let’s let our tulips meet.
Don’t squash my hopes and dreams now, Bee my honey, dear;
Or tears will fill potato’s eyes, While sweet corn lends an ear.

I’ll cauliflower shop and say, Your dreams are parsley mine.
I’ll work and share my celery, So be my valentine.
——–by Jeanne Losey——–

Gordon Bitner Hinckley died Sunday evening surrounded by his family. What a special moment that must have been…to be standing in the presence of a man who spoke with our Heavenly Father daily, who was guided by His hand to lead us, and to know that he would soon be standing before our loving Father in Heaven, knowing the He was very pleased with all that he accomplished here on earth. I wish I could know what he said to his family before he passed on, but I suppose that’s for his family to know. At least I know that he loved and prayed for each of us every day. Just watching him, listening to him, I could feel his love for us which I know is just a piece of how much love our Father and Savior love us. I’ve felt their love too. And as I sit and think about “my” prophet I can still feel their love. 

When I was young I attended church and church activities because it was something I was supposed to do. I never doubted my religion especially since I have parents who live their lives as a testimony of Jesus Christ and His restored Gospel on this earth. I do, however, know that I strengthened the little testimony I had as a child through prayer, studying, faith, and through life’s experience and I know that the Gospel is restored in our day, that we have a prophet who guides us and who truly talks with God. I know that without a doubt. President Hinckley is “my” Prophet because he was called of God to be our Prophet when I gained my testimony. The Holy Ghost testifies to me that The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints is the only true church on the earth today and that the Gospel of Jesus Christ is the restored Gospel and the only way we will be able to return to our Father in Heaven when this life is over. I’m so grateful for that knowledge, for the warmth in my heart and for the many answered prayers that are each a testimony to me.

I know President Hinckley is with his beautiful and loving wife right now. I cannot wait until the day when Steve and I will be reunited in the next life and know that we will be together for eternity because of the covenants we made here on earth.

Last night I came home from Springville (Annette’s and spinning class) around 10:00 pm. Both kids fell asleep so after I parked I got Evie unbuckled (she woke up a little bit), had my bag on my left shoulder, Evie on my left hip, keys and phone in my right hand. As I was climbing the stairs in the back, my shoe got caught on a piece of metal sticking out, putting a hole in my shoe and causing me to fall UP the stairs. OUCH! My left shin hit the edge of the step, as well as my left arm (luckily! Evie almost cracked her head on the edge!), I got a huge gouge below my right knee and as I fell I skinned my right palm on the top step (also digging deep scrapes into my phone!). It hurt like…heck! Steve heard me fall and opened the back door. He went to get Spencer from the van while I got cleaned up. I know have 3 bandaids covering my “owies” and bumps and bruises on my legs. I hate stairs sometimes! (Some of you might recall I slipped on Annette’s carpeted stairs about 3 months ago…also holding Evie…and wearing new socks. My bum bruised on that one!)

Yay! I passed my Geology class. I got a “B” – which is much better than I thought I did (thank goodness for grade curving).  Now I “get” to take another science class on my way to my associates. I can’t wait to get it done so I can start taking courses on what I REALLY want to do!

Okay, so Thursday I had a fairly full day…holiday preparations, shopping, and spinning class. Well, after shopping I came home, took my kids inside and went back out for the groceries. When it was time to leave to go to Annette’s (we were working on scrapbooking) I couldn’t find my keys. I looked everywhere! I knew I had them at the house because I made it home from the store. But where’d they go? Steve came home from school and took me and the kids down about 45 minutes before spinning class. I looked all over the place and I still couldn’t find them! Saturday rolls around and Steve, the kids, and I are in the van looking for a Christmas tree and then we were going over to Mike and Nicole’s. We needed to stop by the house  to pick up a few games and I since I didn’t have my keys, I assumed Steve had his keys. Wrong. He had the van keys. I never gave him back his keys (I took the Maxima to school in the a.m.). So…we were locked out. LUCKILY our bedroom window was unlocked and we knew where a ladder was. Steve saved the day! Steve found his keys and I grabbed the big, heavy set of manager keys (our managers are gone for the holiday and left us the set…big mistake!). Heh…I wasn’t able to find the set of keys since then. So, not only can I not find MY keys…I can’t find the managers’ keys!! I am losing it!

Steve and I took an hour and a half looking tonight for the keys. With prayer after prayer after prayer and finally listening to the promptings we found my keys…IN THE KITCHEN TRASH!!! I know who to thank for that…do you? Steve said if he wasn’t laughing about it he’d strangle Evie. I want to strangle her because I touched something slimy pulling them out! YUCK! Steve also accredited the fact that he procrastinated taking out the trash…Thanks babe…really. But only this time! Then, I was heading out to the Maxima while saying a prayer and Steve looks in his backpack. I don’t know when it happened or who did it, but they were in the side pocket which hardly ever gets used. Maybe it got put in there while we were at Mike and Nicole’s…I’m not sure…but we don’t remember doing it.

I am so lucky and blessed and thankful to my Heavenly Father for answering such a simple prayer. I just wish my kids were awake so I could have had them there to experience it and see how our Father in Heaven answers even the simpliest requests and maybe have their little testimonies grow by this moment of craziness.

Amanda came over today and we made flyers for her for massage. Here it is…thank you, Leona, for letting us use you as our model (and no, she’s not prego again…I don’t think…this was from 2005)

Annette and I thought we should have our logo be something to do with families, and since we’re sisters we figured that’s the best idea. I was wondering what you all thought of it. Leave a comment and let me know (if you want to)