Since no one reads this blog anymore anyways...

I'm sure by now no one is reading this blog, so I've decided that makes it the perfect time to start writing my thoughts. So, this blog (for the time being) will be my unedited version of what I REALLY think (I just edited that sentence like five times). I know you've been waiting on pins and needles for the inner workings of my soul, so here you have it, in all it's glory....

A few months ago I was struggling with feeling like someone in my life didn't care to have a relationship with me. It hurt. It hurt because I respect this person a lot and think they are amazing. And it hurt to feel like this person didn't see the same value in me. I was reflecting on this situation when all of a sudden the words came into my mind, "they're doing the best they can". And instead of thinking about how hurt I felt about what they did or didn't do, I thought about all that they had on their plate at the time, and how busy their life was. And I realized, I was making this about me, but maybe it had nothing to do with me at all. Maybe it just had to do with where they were at and what they could give in that moment of time.

I'm listening to "The Book Thief" right now. In it, the narrator says, "And they did what humans do best, they made it about themselves." (Or something to that effect.) I wonder, how many times do I do that? How many times do I have encounters with those around me and they do something that I in turn make about myself, when really it has nothing to do with me. Maybe it has to do with them having a bad day at work, struggling with mental illness, dealing with infertility, or any other number of things. How much kinder, softer, more empathetic would my interactions with others be if I could see others as simply trying to do the best they can rather than choosing to make it into something about me? Because honestly, I think most of us are just trying to do the best we can....

So, here's to you-just keep doing your best. Because your best (and my best), are good enough. No matter what that best looks like. And I'm resolving to try a little harder to not make so many things about me.

New Blog...

So, I've decided to start a new blog in order to document our lives while in the Army... check it out! I promise it'll be REALLY awesome (read: probably bore you to tears, but just humor me!)

www.lifeasthewifeofanarmydoctor.blogspot.com


Eventually I hope to come back to this blog and starting writing again once our lives have been handed back to us-you know, once Dave is no longer in the Army.

Yep, It's Really True....

We really are having another baby! We are due on October 9th. And I'm sure most of you have the same question the doctor did-----yes, this was planned! We're very excited!

"Oops, We Did It Again...."

No Good Deed Goes Unpunished

Wow...can't believe it's been 3 months since I've posted on here! I've had so many things to post about, but life has been a bit crazy, and my mind is failing me at the moment...so, I'm posting a very random story today (because lets be honest, when am I not random?)...

Before I tell this story, let it be known that I do NOT condone the behavior that I am about share with you in any way. Especially if you are my children. Or the young women in my ward. Don't say I didn't warn you.

It was my senior year of high school and a friend and I had been hanging out one evening. It was nearing midnight, so we decided to head back to his house. We happen to have a few eggs in our car. Of the unboiled sort. (You know where this is going, right?) So, we decided to use them. On a passing vehicle. (Read: Bad idea. Don't try this at home. Or in your car.) So, as the next oncoming car approached, we threw an egg, hitting the car right in the middle of the windshield.

We looked in our rear-view mirror and saw the car flip around and start coming after us.

So, we decided to one-up it. We too flipped around and just as we were passing the car, we again threw an egg. And again hit the car right on the windshield.

Again we saw the car flip around and start pursuing us. And again we flipped our car around. Except we had no eggs left. We did, however, happen to have a carton of milk. So, we threw that at the car. And nailed it.

After that we decided we'd better book it to my friend's house so we wouldn't be late for curfew (Because we apparently were trying to make some good choices??). We pulled into the driveway right on time.

And then another car pulled in right behind us.

With eggs and milk all over it.

And his dad stepped out of the car.

So, after a long day of helping to take care of 6 children (currently at my sister's since she just had a new baby...) I received a phone call from Izak's school. I thought about not answering, but figured, if his school is calling at 8pm, it must be important. And boy was it ever! I am soooo glad I didn't miss this vital-to-my-life information. Here was the message I received:

"Hello. This is your Principal. That's principal with a p-a-l, not p-l-e. We recently sent out a newsletter before we had the chance to edit it. We apologize for spelling "Principal" with a p-l-e instead of a p-a-l. A good reminder to check our spelling before we send out any information. And please remind your children to check their spelling as well. Thank you. Have a good day."

Phew! I was VERY concerned when I received that newsletter and have been stewing for days as to what I should do about this catastrophe.

I will sleep well for the first time in days. Thank you Ms. Principle Principal!

I swear I use to be Cool...

So, before I share my most recent experience at my awesomeness in social situations, here are some explanatory details....

I work with the children at our church, which is called primary.
When we're assigned to a certain program within the church, it's called a "calling".
We have a "bishop" which is like a pastor, who extends these "callings".

Okay...here is my conversation this past Sunday at church...

Primary President: So, I was talking to the bishop and he said he was thinking of calling Sue to work with us in the primary. I can't remember her last name though.
Me: Was it Sue Sylvester?
Primary President: No, that wasn't it.
Me: Are you sure??! That name sounds really familiar.
Primary President: Umm, Kate, that's because she's from Glee.

See what you all are missing by not hanging out with me more? Even the dumbest of you (Lets not get into who that would be.) would feel smart when you're with me. It's one of my many, many talents.