Kicks & Giggles

I ordered the cutest overalls I ever did see online.

They were like $10 and free shipping.

Winner.

They arrived Monday.

I was SO excited to open them!

I noticed when I unfolded them that they seemed a bit large for me.

I checked the tag. 

It said, "M."

I thought that these were some dang big mediums!!

I looked in every mirror we own.

Then I noticed a peculiar waste band type of thing.

I thought, "There is NO way!!"

Yup!
They are maternity overalls.

I wanted to cry.

But I laughed instead.

Then I sent these pictures to T.

And a couple of other people who I thought might need some kicks and giggles.

I'm keeping the dang things!
This factory closed ten years ago, but you never know when I might go winter camping again.

I wear a lot of foam clothes and a lot of foam clothes will fit in these beauties!!

I Needed It

I took Friday off. I needed it. I needed to clean my house, open the windows for fresh air, read the books my counselor recommended, and workout at my own pace. It turns out, Carrie needed some help with the babies and I needed them. I checked Kaydon and Colton out of school after lunch and we went to the babies. We loved on them. We went to Farmington Station again and watched the fountains. We walked around, got a Fiiz, and then headed back to put the babes down for naps. Their mama was home by then. I can't express in words how much I love those babies. And, those babies love their cousins so much. So much.

Saturday, I worked out and ran errands. Then, I watched as my boys left to go to the Lantern Festival. I was home. Alone. Usually, I love that. Saturday, it was tough. I cried... and let myself cry. Then, for the 20th time that day, got on my knees and pleaded for peace, comfort and contentment. I pleaded to have faith in my Heavenly Father's will for me. I watched the morning and afternoon session of conference, then made blankets for Ogden Regional's NICU. I got myself a shake and went to bed. Meanwhile, the boys sent P a message to heaven.

Sunday, we went to my mom and pop's house. The boys ate. A lot. We watched conference and just talked. I told my mom and pops about counseling. Then, Pops gave me a gift.

I love him so much. He is constantly telling me that I am enough, giving me pointers on how to stay strong emotionally and spiritually, and telling me that I'm loved. He listens so well. He has ADHD and sometimes I wonder if I am more than he can handle. But, when he is in "dad" mode or "grandpa" mode, he is completely focused on us and is able to really hear us and then listen to the Spirit and tell us just what we need to hear. And, he loves my mom more than anything in the world.

I needed that.

Can I Have Your Autograph?

I am SO big!!! I got my notary. I was a notary like 20 years ago when I worked for the bank. I had to take a test, and pass it :), then jump through lots of hoops to get this sucker. But I did it! I swear, I have had to take so many tests lately to be certified on this and "legit" on that. So what if I couldn't ever pass Math 1010?!?! I am a smartie pants anyways!

This Job of Mine

One of our supervisors brought us breakfast Wednesday morning. These guys are the reason I love my job. Now, I say "love," but I use that word in a VERY, VERY liberal manner. This has been a tough transition for me. This job has been really challenging for me. It is never slower than 80 mph. Working with the public is a hard thing to do! The amount of stuff that has to be known and done with perfection in this role is enormous. But, I work with great people. I am so thankful that my previous jobs have all prepared me for this. I've been told that I am the best person to have ever set foot in this office, and I am not sure what better compliment I could be given!9

Racin'!!

Saturday morning at 5:45, Josh took Braxton and I to Loy Blake Park to run our first 5K race. I felt like I was going to have a panic attack - and not a mild one! There were so many more people there than I ever imagined and it was clear that 99% of them were actual runners. When it was time to start, I told Braxton to go kill it and I got in the very back of the pack where I could just run and not have to worry about getting run over! With about 40 meters left, after running the entire way, Braxton came running toward me. He finished with me. I was SO grateful for that because I was TIRED. We finished just the way we started this journey - together!

Josh and the kids were at the finish line to cheer me on. I was so glad to see that family of mine there! I ran it in 36 minutes - 12 minute miles.

This boy, however, took THIRD place in his age group. Holy crap I am so proud of him! He was up against cross-country runners and track stars and he pulled out a third place win!

Off to train for our next 5K!

Temple Terror & Triumph

I took my endowment out almost twenty years ago. It was a lovely day. A couple of months later, I went to the St. George Temple to do a session. It was an utter and complete failure. I vowed never to go back. Ever. Without disclosing too much, the helper at the veil was much less than helpful. In fact, she would not help me at all and I was stuck at the veil for a very long time. It was a nightmare. After this experience, my mom drove down to St. George and took me to the Temple. She spoke with the Matron of the Temple, told her of my experience, and pleaded with her for help. The sweet Matron then gave my mom and I a private room in the Temple so that my mom could practice the veil portion with me. I have had it memorized ever since and repeat it to myself quietly almost every day.

I knew that I needed to go to the Temple on Saturday. I just knew I needed to be there. I drove up there and presented my recommend at the front desk. I was then told that the name in the system did not match the name on my recommend. I was asked to take a seat in the lobby while the recorder was called to the desk. Terror swept over me. There I was, alone, again, and feeling like I was not going to be allowed in the Temple on the day I knew I needed to be there. The recorder came out, took my recommend and disappeared. I sat there. Alone. All alone. Several minutes later, the recorder returned and called me to go back with him. I cried. He told me that everything was fine, that it was simply my maiden name in the system and apologized that the front desk made such a big deal out of it. I told him that I felt like I was not going to be allowed to enter. He explained to me that he was the previous bishop in my ward and asked where we lived. He was kind and compassionate. I was grateful. I pulled myself together and went to dress.

I received the name of the sweet girl I was going through for. She only had a first name. No last name. Yet, I knew that she was known to our Heavenly Father. It was a very small session, in fact just enough couples to fill the prayer circle. When I made it to the veil, I was ready as I always am. Then, I realized that my helper at the veil was training. It was her first day. She was so nervous. She couldn't get any of her part right. I was so willing to stand there as long as needed so that she could feel comfortable and get it right! I had my part down. She just needed to get her feet under her and feel confident in her part. Either way, I wanted her to take her time.

Together, we triumphed. When I got to the other side, I hugged the man standing there. I'm pretty sure that threw him off. It's okay! I was reminded that we are imperfect people trying to live as part of a perfect gospel. We are all in this together. We need to be patient with one another. We need to be kind. Heavenly Father knows us perfectly. I love to see the Temple!