Hey there, Hi there, Ho there!

If you're still here after my last few postings, then congratulations. I'd send you a pie, but well you know. 

Glad to know you all didn't judge me for those annoyingly whiny thoughts. It really is hard living in this ward. 

So on to more exciting things. I've been editing pictures like a mad woman, but I do have to take breaks. So when I take breaks I've been working on a few things around the house. New curtains everywhere. And hey, I had some bamboo sticks I'd been using in a teepee for photo shoots. I took that thing apart and used the sticks as curtain rods. They are perfect! Multi-purpose curtains! 

A while back I made pillows with old sweaters. Remember that post? Well here's my follow-up review. I don't like how they held up. The sweaters stretch and pill over time. Not cute. So I've been taking them apart and re-covering the pillows. I'll show you pics when I'm done. 

Remember that ottoman I tufted a few posts back? Well that wasn't mine. And it was too big for my house. I've been waiting for time to tuft my real coffee table, and I finally got some. It's a cute little number I found for $5 garage selling this summer. It is CA-UUUUTE!  Again, I'll post pictures when it is all done. 

The last time I was in the Re-Store I found some really cheap windows without any glass in them. I snatched those babies up and brought them home where I immediately put a bright coat of aqua paint on them. Yes it was bright, so I sanded back to show the white paint underneath in places. Then I printed some of my cute photos from our shoot this summer and put a coat of gel medium over the prints with a paint roller. I mounted them in the windows and holy hannah! They look like canvases! 

Things I've Learned

1. Money changes people. It's easy to forget what being poor feels like.

2. I'm sensitive. Annoyingly sensitive.

3. I have Bishop phobia. I haven't completely figured this one out, but I freeze and act like an idiot any time our Bishop comes around or tries to talk to me. Possibly because I don't feel our bishop has the best opinion of our family. Lots of reasons have lead to this conclusion. #1 We have never been asked to speak in church. I'm not complaining, because I would freeze like a deer in headlights, and it's been nice to have a break after moving so much and speaking so much before we moved here, but you know, it would be nice to be asked. Trevor would speak. I'm not saying I wouldn't, but I would try to get out of it by saying I'd sing instead. #2 Trevor's calling when we first moved here was Young Mens Secretary. The YM president was a poor communicator and yelled at Trevor a whole bunch even though Trevor didn't know what he was supposed to do. The old secretary was supposed to give Trevor the rundown of how everything worked and Trevor called and left a bunch of messages but never got a call back. It was a big mess and the president really hated Trevor because as he told Trevor "he wasn't doing his job". He stopped calling and asking trevor to do anything. Trevor kept volunteering to go on camp outs and things, and the pres would never call or ask him to go. He didn't like Trevor. I think it really hurt Trevor's feelings, but he would never say so. Of course there was a ton more to that story, but I don't have time for the details. At this time Trevor was also very stressed with the new job after having been jobless for so long. He over-stressed about it, trying to have perfect performance at work and thinking he could be fired. Now we know he would never be fired because his boss is so lenient. Long story longer, the Bishop came to our house to talk to Trevor about all this. At least I think that's why he came. Trevor didn't say much, but the Bishop didn't ask questions. It was a weird visit. I told Trevor he needed to just come right out and say what had happened and tell the Bishop all about how this guy had it in for him. Trevor is not one to say negative things about people, so he just didn't say anything at all and by being quiet he made himself look like the bad guy. I'm sure Bishop had heard all about what a lazy good for nothing Trevor was from the YM pres. He released Trevor from his calling that night, and then he didn't get another one for a really long time. Hurtful. I get really tired of people reading Trevor wrong. He's not going to talk bad about anyone. Well, let's just say it takes a lot to get him to. Enough about that. I have Bishop phobia.

4. People are very judgmental.

5. I hate being labeled. I'm sick of it. Yes I know what everyone thinks of me when they first meet me. But don't corral me into the shy/weird category until you at least have a good one hour conversation with me. Yes, that's how long it takes to get me warmed up. So what?

6. Being a loyal friend is a lost art. I don't think anyone knows how to be one anymore. It seems that society has become a popularity contest. It's a dog-eat-dog world out there. And Sally may not want to hang out with you if you don't have the latest fashions on from Chic-boutique. Also telling friends that you buy all your kids clothes from garage sales and DI may not be a good idea.

7. I'm ready to move.

8. I'm having an off month. I really wish I had a friend to put their arm around my shoulder and ask how I'm doing. You know, really care. Maybe I could have a good cry. And they wouldn't judge me for anything that came out of my mouth.

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Since when did attending church become just like attending High School?

Feeling bad about myself tonight. I wish I could be one of the cool kids.

I've been out of ideas of what to write about lately. Plus I've just been plain busy. And grouchy. Don't hold it against me if I bite your head off. Things will calm down around here in the next few weeks. 

On the day this pic was taken, Logan took a header into the asphalt at school. I was trying to make the pic look more polished and so I took the giant goose egg off his head. The kids at school like to chase each other. Girls chase boys and boys chase girls. It's rather annoying to hear about because along with every chasing story is a kid that got hurt chasing because they tripped. No more chasing!

 Getting cold around these parts. We broke out the winter gear. And then it warmed up. I've heard it's going to be a mild winter. I sure hope not. I want snow and LOTS of it! Sami has the most expressive eyes, don't you think?

 Phoebe told me she would be my baby for the rest of my life. She promised she would stay 2 years old forever. LOL! Then she pretended to cry like a baby and I remembered why I'd rather have her be a 3 year old. But if you're wondering, since everyone seems to be, no baby on the way for us.