It's late . . .

It's late and my fingers hurt, (I clipped and nipped a bit too much) so this will have to be short. I went to the FHC tonight to work my shift and I did exactly that. I helped an elderly woman find some records of her ancestors. It was fun. I love it. I have my own to find, but now it's getting a bit difficult, so I've been helping other's find theirs. She said she had been "praying for help" and I believe the Lord sent me to her. I love working at this calling. I try and work at least once a week because it is my calling and I don't want to not serve. (Even in the summer when we are not teaching. ) I love finding people who are as motivated as I am to to find these people.

I read in Brion's priesthood manual last week that until the spirits who have gone before us hav e recieved the ordinances they are in spirit prison. After they accept the gosple and the ordinances they go to paradise. I need to keep searching for MY ancestors.

When I get back from California I will begin working on My Ancestors again. Yes, I'm on my way to Grandpa's. I dread it, yet look forward to it and once I get there I can't wait to get home all at he same time Not wanting to leave. Each time I go I wonder if this will be my last trip. I'm going to 11 days this time. I don't know why I agreed to do that. Not just agreed, but it was my idea. Oh Well.

Everything else is going good. Brion is busy at work, Jackie and George are fixing up their house Tami is coming home next week from BYU Idaho, Kristin is working and will start BYU in the fall, Nicole is coming home from Hawaii next week and has a serious boyfriend that I think is the one she will marry, Michelle has been reading Harry Potter non stop this summer. Ozzy and lady are just wild. Well Lady is anyway, she bullies Ozzy when I'm not looking by taking his toys, attacking him when he is eating cause she wants HIS dog food, Attacking him when he is done with his food and she catches him looking at hers, She attacks him when we give him attention, and she attacks him just for fun. But oddly enough, I love her and I think he does too.

Cancer is still staying at bay. He told me before if it doesn't come back in 2 to 3 years than it wont. Last time I was in his office he said 3 - 5 years. It's been almost 2 years. Everything looks good so I guess I need to hold my breath for 3 more years. Well I better run. I have to go to the Chiropractor tomorrow to see if he can move this rib that is out back into place. He tried unsuccessfully today.

I'm a little confused...

ok I have 2 blogspots. Two because I can't write if I know someone is going to read it. I let my kids read it after I review and edit. so they are reading the other one at the moment( The one I haven't written in in a while) and I am writing in this one. My Secret one. Ha ha ha . Yes I am confused too.

I thought I knew everything there was to know about...

Today I found out that I did not know everything about someone, I thought I knew everything about. I was shocked to find out that My sweet, righteous mother smoked while she was in college. I can not even imagine my mother smoking. How did I found out? She told Debbie a long time ago. Do I believe it? Unfortunately I do. Does it change how I feel about her? absolutely not. Is she still the most righteous person I have ever known? Yes.

Although it shocks me, in some ways it explains alot of things about her. She was always tolerent of people who's standards were beneath hers. She never judged anyone for doing anything.

I remember that her older sister ( My Aunt) smoked and I couldn't figure out how that came to be. They were raised in a LDS home with two returned missionaries for parents. I'm guessing when they moved out of their home to go to college perhaps they succombed to peer pressure that they didn't have in high school. Smoking was probably the cool thing to do.

I knew that she didn't go to church while she was going to college, so It kind of makes sense. Debbie said she quit when she got prenant with Diane . ( Thank goodness) then when debbie was a baby they were re activated and sealed in the Temple.

My mom has the strongest testimony of anyone I have ever met. Her faith never waivered. She is semi responsible for raising 7 children who have testimonies.

Monday of all Mondays

What a day. I don't think I have done anything significant today, yet I am exhausted. The day started early for Brion and Nicole, they were car pooling to work. actually It was more like a really screwed up relay. Nicole took Brion to work, then went to work and came home. I picked up Michelle and her friends for lunch, brought them home, they ate lunch and I took them back. Then I went to pick them up fro school and deposit them at Alison's house. I picked Brion from work then picked Michelle from Alison's house then we ate dinner. Then We (Nicole, Brion and I) went to rescue Kristin, who had broken down in the Saturn on the freeway at the point of the mountain while she was coming home to switch phones with Michelle, because hers was trashed, and Michelle's phone wasn't working anyway because the batterey wasn't working when we got it, well actually it was Kristin's, but Kristin needed a phone more than Michelle cause michelle had her old one, and Kristin gave Tami hers and School was starting etc etc etc... so, we found Kristin and the Saturn seemed to be working fine, so Dad drove it home but he followed me in case he had any problems (Shouldn't I have been following him?) well before we got home we had to drop Nicole off in Salt Lake to work for an hour, we took a wrong turn and ended up right smack dab in the middle of the Jazz fan crowd as the game just ended. We made it up to Nicole's job dropped her off and promised to be back in an hour, made it down to the freeway to find the Jazz fan crowd now in cars plugging up the freeways so we turned around and went back to Nicole's job to wait for her, then back to the freeway home.

I was just about to crawl into my bed to get some rest because tomorrow is going to be more of the same insanity, but Michelle needed a shoulder to cry on and so that was pretty much my day.

Post Christmas

Today is January 1st. And yes I did not finish any projects but I enjoyed thinking about and planning them. And I did not finish the quilt. It's pretty, and my kids wanted me to make it for us, and buy them one. So we did. I may try and finish them during the year. Although it's hard to stay in the Christmas spirit all year and I kind of have to stay in the Christmas spirit to do Christmas projects. Anyway. I did get all the fabric for the Aprons. I had to get it off the Internet for 3 of them. It is all gingerbread. ! I sent away for Santa Aprons for Brion and George, which came in and were Children's sizes. Boo. So I will return them and make them Santa Aprons for them. In fact I may make everyone Aprons for Christmas. (Here I go....) Any way, I may go to the Clearance Christmas Fabric sales . Last time I bought over a hundred dollars worth. So, maybe not.

I went to California to take care of my Dad. Gary needed to get away. It was a bummer cause it was Nicole's birthday, but I felt I should go. As bad as this sounds, it's time for my dad to be released from this life. I know that is not my decision but his life is hell. The only time he is happy is when he is scheming to buy a car and go back to work. Right now his feet have such bad pressure sores on them that he is in jeopardy of loosing them. He just is not in his right mind and it is driving everyone out of theirs. Anyway, I am just going to pray about it. I love my Dad. He was a great father and taught us Christ like behavior by his example. He is the most unselfish person I have ever known. He gave his whole life for his family. he gave his time, money and energy for us. he wanted nothing for himself. If that's not Christ like, I don't know what is.

It's beginning to look alto like Christmas...

OK, I am finally in the Christmas spirit. Of course along with it came my compulsion to sew everyone a ton of home made gifts. I go through this every year. I have tried to ban my self from sewing in the month of December, but actually, December is really the only time I feel motivated to sew ( sew everyone I love a ton of homemade gifts) I only complete a fraction of what I begin. I always begin by buying Fabric. Beautiful, colorful, on-sale Christmas fabric. I do have a fetish, and Christmas fabric is it. I do love all types of fabric, but Christmas fabric is my favorite. I love it more than anything. I would rather buy it than clothes, home furnishing, jewelry. I keep boxes of it (All projects that I planned on making but never finished, or even started for that matter) I really get great enjoyment from fabric. ha ha ha.

What usually happens is I start projects and always want to get them embroidered, but the lady I take them to has to have them by a certain date, so right from the start I begin to get stressed out to finish. And then I can't just make one of anything. If I gave one to one of my brothers or sisters or daughters it just wouldn't be nice and someones feelings would get hurt so I have to make whatever I make for everyone. The only problem is I have 2 sisters, 4 brothers and 5 daughters.

Last year in the middle of the worst time of my life. (sicker than a dog from Chemo) I decided had to make Christmas pillow cases for Cassandra Sisco's brothers and sisters. I had to. I don't know why but I really wanted to . I think I told her I would the year before. ( I'm sure she wasn't expecting them especially under the circumstances)But I had to do it, So I did. and I finished them to get to the embroidery lady and sent them overnight mail so they would have them by Christmas.

2 years ago I started a rag quilt for Brion's parents thinking I would finish it for that Christmas.
Well, Guess who might get it this Christmas.??

Thanksgiving, of last year. (Again sicker than a dog) decided I had to make thanksgiving aprons for my girls. I could barely sit up in bed, but I wanted to make them anyway. Giving into my condition, I realized It just wasn't gonna happen. Thankfully, Kristin, came to my rescue and finished them up. In fact she probably did more than me.

So to bring us up to date .... It is December 11, and where do you think I was this morning??? That's right the fabric store in find the perfect fabric for Christmas Aprons. Not just one store but 2. Then I came home to look on line for just the right fabric. You would think all the Christmas Fabric I have that I would be able find something to make aprons from. Oh no,
I can't make Christmas aprons out of just any old fabric, it has to be something that goes along with Christmas cooking, and they all have to coordinate, and none can be cuter than the other,
I drive my self crazy. So I found 2 that would work, now I'm off to search Davis County for 3 more 3/4 of a yard pieces. Then I will have to find just the right coordinating fabric. It not only has to coordinate, it has to match perfectly. I get great joy out of my finished project when it
looks wonderful. So as I was driving around from store to store, I realized that I may not finish them this year, and that was OK, because I realized I get great enjoyment just in the planning stage. I have declined the inclination to make them Christmas Pillow cases and quilts, (It did enter my mind).

I know that I want to do this more than anyone really wants them, but that is OK. I do it for those I love and I really enjoy it. So, I am just going to enjoy this process instead of letting it stress the H___ out of me. I may or may not finish and that is OK. There is always next year.