The Story Of My Life!

Oh yes, and more bad luck is mine my computer just crashed my wonderful tech savey brother says its the blue screen of death ( whatever that is it sounds terrible). So people are pulling out to do a weekend of fundraising so it means I'll be suck all weekend without a computer, oh yes life just gets better and better! The funny thing is when my brother told me what was wrong and that I would probable lose everything on my computer I just started laughing, I think I snapped or maybe I've just have had this happen to me so many times that I just have learned to handle it really really well. Well cheers to long weekends without computers and the blue screen of death ( I will get back at you for this just wait and see)!

At it again!

Well I'm back at my favorite past time again, CANNING!!! Yep gotta love it, or maybe you don't either way I just finished a day of it. Its been awhile, I forgot how sore you get I'm feeling muscles in places I didn't even know I had muscles in. I'm either really out of shape or car lighting really takes it out of you either way I'm feeling the after affects. You know despite how much I say I dislike canning it always seems to call me back, Its like fattening food you hate it you try and stay away from it but you always seem to end up eating it. Anyway I have another morning of it tomorrow so wish me luck and shoot up some desperate prayers for us, until next time.

I am a sinner!

I feel like I have cheated on this blog, after posting a whole thing about the evil things that are stealing the good bloggers I have made a..... get ready for it..... face book account. Don't worry I can explain why I have done this evil deed, the thing is someone had posted pictures on their face book account that I wanted to see but I couldn't go on unless I had an account. So I guiltily made one, but fear not I will try my darnedest to not get sucked into its evil tentacles I will stay true to this blog. I hope.

Pioneering!

Living in a pioneer home is challenging to put it in nice pretty flowery words or word. In moving here I knew I was going to be moving to a pioneer situation but having lived the last six years in a pioneer situation I figured I'd be just fine. I figured I had pasted that grade and I could do it again no problem maybe it would even be fun this time around. Oh boy was I ever wrong, I don't care what anyone else says no matter how many times you've pioneered and started out a home it never gets any easier. You could do it a hundred times but no matter what if you did it again it would still be hard. Pioneering is just plain nitty gritty in your face peddle to the metal sweaty grueling hard work, but you know what else its worth it. Because for every cloud that blocks the sun there is a silver lining, and for every tunnel that you struggle through there is always a light at the end. Pioneering may be work but the pay off is sweet, and in the end the endless hours you put into the home will come back to you in the form of a smooth running bonded home and winning team with goals, vision, and a flock to show for it.
( I'm really hoping this is one of those times where I'm super right on, Grin.)

And on the seventh day....

...He rested. Oh yes, I am finishing my day of rest for the week and it was sweet. It has been like three weeks since I had a full day off, it felt like longer though. Rest is sweet, and doing nothing is just the way to go after a long long week. You should all follow my good example and do like wise, its biblical you know.

Showers!

I tell you there is nothing that beats a nice hot shower after a long days work. You just stand there and the water washes all over you and just relaxes all the sore and painful parts of your body. After a long day you just stand there and its like the water is washing away everything that went wrong and all you have to do is take a deep breath and let go of all the annoyances and hurts of the day and let the water wash them down the drain. Showers are god's way of apologizing for making dirt! Grin.

Lined Paper

I really like lined paper, I don't know why there is just something about a nice clean white piece of lined paper, add a brand new sharpened pencil and you got me, Grin. Maybe its because its so organized and clean so straight and asymmetrical, but yeah every time I see a piece of lined paper it makes me happy. Just thought I'd share this Tid Bit of information with you, so that you can feel just a little bit closer to me.

Shyness.

Believe it or not I used to be a really shy person, crowds frightened me, I would get tongue tied every time someone I didn't know walked in the room, and carrying on a conversation with someone new was like getting a tooth pulled. But for some reason I just stopped I don't know if it was any specific thing or it was just me growing up, I now have no problem conversing with people I have never met nor know very well. Mind you I'm not a very loud talkative person so although I may not be very shy I am still not a real conversationalist. I just thought I would share this little testimony for all those who battle with shyness, get out of yourself most people could care less about what you mess up on so just have fun and don't worry about what other people think. After a little bit of effort to get out of yourself most of the times you'll find the shyness kind of wears off and you begin to enjoy yourself more. So smile, laugh, have fun, get out there and just forget they are other people.

I'm Back!

Yep Yep, I'm back, just got back last night it's been a long time. I love that feeling of coming home and finding everything exactly as you left it as if you haven't been gone a minute. Besides being probable twenty pounds heavier the road trip was a lot of fun and I'd do it again tomorrow. Anyway I don't have any pictures and there is just to many stories to tell, so I'll just say all's well that ends well and bid you a due.

Still on the road!

Well I've been on the road for about a week now, its been a nice break. Been sleeping in all sorts of different places, meeting people, eating A LOT, and just overall having a great road trip. Last night we went to a Chinese buffet and I was able to talk to one of the waitress there in Chinese sad to say I had forgotten most if not all of my Chinese which sucks. I need to find a way to practice it, I worked so hard for it it'd be a shame to lose it. Anyway I'll be home soon so all my home members can rejoice I'll be back to manage and schedule your lives away. Ya Ha Ha!!! ( This is meant to be an evil cackle by the by.)

Hard Times!

Some of the hardest times in your life bring out the most beautiful things, the times you fall the hardest are the times you rise the most. The saddest tears you cry bring out the most beautiful smiles, the more your heart breaks the more it heals.


Sometimes the cloudier your eyes get the clearer you see things, the times when we are weakest are the times when we are the strongest. Times when we are flat on our back with out an ounce of strength left are the times that teach us the most.

The more problems we have the more solutions we find, the harder the battle greater the victory. The more of us that dies the more space the lord has to fill with him, the greater the breaking the better the remaking. Battles are here to help us and make us better, never loathe the hard times though they may try you to your limit its from these times that we lose the most that we gain the most. From the ashes of ourselves is born a new and better person.

The Tapestry!

I had a dream last night, I walked into a room and there was a man sitting there weaving on a large old fashioned loom. He was just starting to weave a new tapestry and I sat down to watch he began with colors that I thought were beautiful they complimented each other I approved of the choices he was making. Then he started adding other colors, colors I thought were ugly or just didn't go with the color palette. I questioned his choice and pointed out what I thought would be a better choice, the weaver while continuing to weave just told me to wait and see. I sat there fuming in my mind wondering what kind of fool would pick the colors this weaver had picked. The weaver continued his dexterous hands moving about with skill and grace, finally he was done and stood back to admire his work. I looked at it expecting to see a tapestry ruined by a poor choice of colors, but when I looked at it I nearly cried all of the colors worked together they blended and moved and told a story with every change of hue. It was truly magnificent and I realized if he had left the colors I had not wanted out it would not have been half as beautiful. Then the weaver looked at me and I could see that this was no ordinary weaver this was my love. He looked into my eyes and spoke saying " My child this is the tapestry of your life, sometimes I weave things into your life that you like and think go well together and other times I weave things in that you don't like and you feel mess with your plan. But as you can see in the end its more beautiful than if I had done it your way. So my love trust me for the things in your life despite what you may feel for in the end your life will be a tapestry of glory for me."
Than he took me in his arms and kissed away the tears that streamed down my face, tears of shame that I had ever questioned his plan, that I had ever questioned his wisdom, that I had ever questioned his love. He looked into my eyes and in that moment I knew that as long as he was weaving the plan of my life I had nothing to fear.