My Achin' Back!

Hey look its me again, popping in to say hello! (Side note: when I was typing "popping" up there ^ I totally typed "pooping" first. Oops! Snicker.)

So, I really don't have much to blog about. Once again, I haven't been on here because we're busy enjoying the nice weather and being super busy. We didn't light any fireworks for the 4th of July, so I can't even add any cool pictures. I'm totally a loser in every way.

What I've been doing a lot of though? Gardening. Do you have any experience with gardening? I flipping HATE gardening.

When I was growing up my mom always made us weed. I HATE weeding.

My parents have a huge yard and there was always tons to do in it; lawn mowing, weeding, digging, whatever. I HATED it.

Mostly because I have horrible allergies and I was miserable out there (although that didn't stop me from playing hide-and-go-seek out in the hay field until my eyes were swollen shut), and also because pulling weeds for five hours just plain sucks.

Well, fast forward to the present day-ish. I want to go to Utah REALLY bad, I miss my friends, I miss my family, I've had a rough last couple months and gosh darn it, I deserve this trip! But as of now, my husband doesn't really have a steady income. So my parents are landscaping their gigantic yard and need some help getting done since they both work. And like the heartless child I am, I told my mom I would help her with her yard if she paid me. Then she told my grandma that I was looking at making some extra money and could I weed her yard too.

Do you know how dumb it feels to ask your grandma to pay you to weed? I'm almost 30 people. I felt like the biggest loser in the world.

But I obviously got past it since I weeded her flipping yard for six hours yesterday. SIX hours. My whole body hurt, I'm not even kidding. Besides my back and shoulders and arms, my fingers hurt. My finger NAILS hurt.

And I'm going back tonight. To finish the job. And she better pay me that $10 an hour or I'll hurt her old woman body! Just kidding. A little.

But guess what people?? I EARNED it! Between my grandma, my mom and my mother-in-law I have enough to take my trip!! Yee-haw!


Now we'll just see if I have the gall to actually buy the ticket instead of saving it or paying bills or something responsible like I should. Guilt, guilt, guilt...

(p.s. I want you to know that I'm not as huge a baby as I sound, my parents have 3 acres, just to clarify.) :)

What do you do when you need a little extra money? Maybe next time I'll just sell an organ or something.

I BELIEVE

Wow wow wowwow WOW. I'm a little bit on a high right now! Like serious euphoria, where my head feels all light and my eyes won't quite focus, I think my body doesn't know how to handle this much excitement--its been too long!

So we just found out we've been approved to move into a townhome! I hate to jump the gun and somehow it doesn't work out and you'll find out lately that I've killed myself, but they're drawing up the lease right now and hopefully we'll get moved in the next day or two.

ITS A CHRISTMAS MIRACLE!!!!

I am so gosh darn happy right now I think I just may pass out.

Dang You Jiminy Cricket!

You may have noticed I took down my "mom" story. If you were fortunate enough to read it, count your blessings because it is loooooooong gone and its not coming back.

Its not coming back because my sister made me feel bad. (LOVE YOU SISTER!) She had to bring up all this legitimate garbage that made total sense and also made me feel bad.

Stuff like, my mom would be mortified if she knew I'd written it...blah, blah, blah...

And, would I like it if people were writing embarrassing stories about me even if I didn't know it, for the whole world to see...blah...

And, we love our moms' and should respect them sort of stuff...blahdedy blah!

Whatever.

I just have to say, that honestly when I wrote it, it was not my intention to be mean to my mom, but just because I think its a pee-your-pants funny story doesn't mean its right to put up. And since I love and adore my mom and would never want to hurt her, I took it down.

Darn my maturity.

And Here's One More For You

I usually take Sunday's off from blogging, but of all the special day's to write about, I think honoring my mom should be one of them.

I struggle with the words to explain my mom, my mind jumps from this to that back to this, and there just isn't a short way to tell you who she is.

She isn't perfect. She doesn't always do everything right. But she is one of the most righteous people I know. She is strong. There was never a time in my life where I didn't know what she expected of me, or didn't think she wouldn't let me know if I wasn't living up to her expectations. She WILL tell you. She WILL ask if you've brushed your teeth, even when you're twenty six.

She's not afraid of anything. If she has to stand up for herself, she'll do it. She understands the gospel, and she lives it. She is an amazing example of strength.

She's crafty, and cute and fun. She's a clean freak and never wastes time with stupid stuff like tv and gossip. She's building an amazing garden and I've never heard her complain about weeding (Ohhh how I LOATHE weeding). She's calm in an emergency--and believe me, I've put her through a lot of hospital trips. I can't tell you how much I need her calming influence.

She may not always be comfortable talking about uncomfortable things, and maybe I had to figure out how tampons work and buy myself bra's--but she did the best she could. If ever there was a person who would lay down their life for me, it would be my mom. And how can I hold anything against her? When she's given me EVERTHING? Her time, her patience, her love, her energy, her ALL!

And somehow, through all of my stages of life, the really ugly horrible parts, she still loves me.

Thank you Mom, three hand squeezes right at ya!

MOM!

Are you guys sick of Mother's Day posts yet? YES! Well, gear up for another one because I wanna talk about my Mom. I was really wanting to tell this hysterical story, thats super embarassing to her, but then I thought...thats HORRIBLE. When everyone else is honoring their moms', I'm making fun of mine. So, I'll save that story for another time, maybe...possibly.

But I have to be honest, there's just not enough time or space, or words to describe my mom correctly. I like to write, but I do not have the gift in doing justice to my feelings. So instead, I really just want to put up this picture...


...and say MOM, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!