Funny things Cory has said recently...

So I know that isn't the title of a song, but I had to write this down--Cory is hilarious, and I love him. So here's his latest hilariosity:

"I guess there's this window of acceptable fat..."

Beautiful Mess

So today has been the craziest day. I woke up this morning not realizing that it would be any different from the others, other than that Breanne slept through most of the night without a pacifier (we lost her last one yesterday). However, at 8:34 this morning, my day changed. A change so drastic it has the potential to change my life. Hopefully for the better. At 8:34 this morning, I received an email from a real estate agent we've been talking to about houses. This one was just like all the rest, go to this website, plug in this name and password, and view some great properties. Now, I've been through this probably 20 times, and though I've seen some stuff I thought I liked before, I'd always had some reservation about the home. Today, however, the home was the right size, a more reasonable price, and, the most important thing, in our ward. Since I was called into the Primary presidency two weeks ago, I really feel like we're meant to stay where we are, in the ward (no wonder I didn't like all those other houses! :) So we went to see it, at 12:30.

The house was a beautiful mess. Very well taken care of, lots of character things, like built in shelving and drawers and such, an enclosed porch, and a fantastic backyard. It needs a lot of work, though. The carpet and paint, I'm certain, need to be replaced, and some kitchen and bathroom work also needs to be done. But really, for the asking price, it was an amazing deal. Only problem was, we were definitely not the only people who thought so--there were already 3 offers in, and 2 more on the way. We were told that the seller would be reviewing all offers at 4:00, a mere what, 3 hours away? So we did one of the craziest things we've ever done--made an offer! That's right, we're potential home owners! I'm pretty ecstatic, but scared out of my mind. A small part of me wants them to turn down our offer so I don't have to be scared, and can just continue living in our safe little apartment, in this comfortable stage of life, but the major part of me realizes that I am ready for a change. Or, at least I think I am... I just don't know what to expect. So I'm trying not to expect anything, especially that we'll even have our offer accepted. Though I do think we're pretty competitive, so there is definitely a chance that it could go through. Ack! Will 6:30 tomorrow never come?!? That is when we are supposed to find out.

Here's to hoping...

I Don't Want to Miss a Thing

I believe that I am officially an addict of Facebook, and it's making me crazy. I know that I am supposed to be working, but I would rather look at people's photos, and read the writings on their walls...it's a little bit frustrating. And to be honest, this is why I could never play WOW--I don't have the time to be distracted by one more thing. I've already got Facebook, this blog, my sudokus, and the Hemingway I'm reading. No time for video games. Not that I really think I'd like it, but there's still a chance.

Don't worry. Be happy

So I've decided that from here on out every post title will be a line from a song. Perhaps divided differently here than in the song, as there isn't usually a period between worry and be, but still the lyrics to a song. Just occasionally different punctuation.

Anyway, yes, that title was meant to be split into two sentences--the first section of this post will be reassurance for you, the second part be happy for me. Got it? Ok, here we go.

My comcast acct started working today of its own accord, without my even entering a password. Who created these stupid things, anyway? So don't worry, you can still email me via my comcast account, if you really must. Sometimes I forget to look at the default sending address, and it sends from it, which makes me crazy too, but that's ok. It's my own fault. If only everything else would work like I tell it to, including not working because of user error. Oh well.

On to the be happy part--we're going to Yellowstone over Labor Day weekend! Yay! I know, I know, that is two months away, but I am so excited to have a trip to look forward to! I haven't been out of the state since Cory's family moved here, and I've really missed having trips to plan and go on. So hopefully this one will be fun--I haven't been to Yellowstone since I was like five, and Cory's never been, so hopefully it will be a good trip. Things can sometimes get a little crazy with my family, which is who we're going with, but I'm determined to have a good time.

Ok, I just treated Cory like I would Breanne (turned around and gave him a funny face without meaning to, which I do to entertain Breanne all the time...). I need sleep. So goodnight, goodnight, have a good night.

It drives me crazy! (ooh, ooh ooh...)

When I can't remember my passwords! I only have a few that I use, and always the same one lately, but any of my older stuff--who knows? Ugh! I'm going crazy trying to figure out my comcast acct. password. What a pain! But no email until I figure it out. Sheesh.

And that's all. All you readers out there--have a good night.

The Meaning of Life

So this weekend, my cousin was out four-wheeling with some family and a friend, and in a tragic accident, the friend was killed. My cousin walked away with a broken collar-bone, and some other scrapes and bruises. This comes on top of a lot of other family tragedy for this particular family, with something very difficult happening to each of the children over the last 5 years. It's caused me to reflect, a lot. How is it possible that so much bad can happen to such good people?

Here are my thoughts:

First of all, though some might have their faith in a God diminished by all the bad, I find mine increasing--how on earth can we be expected to get through all this on our own? How could everything just be "bad luck"? I just can't make myself believe there is no one out there who understands our pain and grief. I think life would be very, very hard indeed if we didn't have someone out there who comforts us. And as for why He would allow it all to happen? First of all, a lot of stuff is consequences of our own actions--this was an accident that happened because of choices the two kids involved made. God knew it would happen, but we have our agency, which he very rarely, if ever, interferes with. And the things we don't seem to have control over (like sicknesses and other body ailments)--first of all, they still are probably the consequences of something we did at some point in our life (even if it was just to be exposed to something, or something indirect like that), and second, I think those are the ones that God really gives us to test our strength, but maybe that's just me. Sometimes (maybe most times?) it doesn't make sense, and I certainly don't understand it all, but that is the only reasonable reason I can come up with.

But anyway--how can you believe there is no one out there who understands what is happening to you? someone who believes and knows you can make it through whatever is being dealt your way? I can't.

I'm here!

Things I am:

I am a wife, of a great man. He says he doesn't want a code name, so his name is Cory.

I am a mother, of the most beautiful girl in the world. She isn't talking enough to decide if she wants a codename or not, so she is getting one. We'll just call her "Red," to humor my grandparents who think she actually responds to that name.

I am awesome. Cory says so.

I am a writer. Or at least I keep telling myself that. I'm not poetic, and I'm not very scholarly sounding, but I love to write, and I miss it like crazy, so I must be a writer.

And as Cory says, that pretty much covers it, since I don't want to be a Java programmer.