Black Cloud Be Gone!

I feel as if there has been a black cloud over me and my family for the past year and a half.

Odd.

Especially the past few months I feel it. I think the yucky winter has something to do with it, and perhaps a little family drama here and there.

I am ready to be done with it! Black cloud be gone!

Spring is here, and we are having a baby! A BABY!!!!!!!!

Forget all the things in life that I want or think we must have to be happy.

We have a sweet little baby on the way, and we are all healthy (except me, but that's okay) and we have a JOB! Remember all that job drama a few years ago? Ugh. I never want to go back there again.

I need to remind myself daily of the blessings we have in our life, and stop dwelling on the blessings   I think we need to be happy.

Sick Again

Did you know

I've been sick since Christmas.

I'm getting pretty tired of this stuff.

I have not been sick with the same thing since Christmas

Do not fear.

I'm just tired of sickness.

Waking up today was great

Until I realized I was sick again

And then hucked a bunch of green stuff out of my lungs.

You can laugh.

It's pretty funny.

Sorry if I made you sick with my description.

At least we can be sick together.

Edna Kay Whiting

A few weeks ago, my last surviving grandparent, Edna Kay Whiting, passed away. The funeral was not a sad affair. Well, I guess that's not true. Of course we were all sad to see Grandma go, but so happy for the reunion that she is now having in Heaven! And not to mention that her body was in so much pain, it was hard to watch her go through that. So happy that she is free from pain now!

It was a beautiful snowy day. I think the most monumental thing was how many of Grandma's posterity were able to be there. When it was all said and done, I believe that only two of her Granddaughters were unable to come. And the craziest thing was that ALL of my siblings were able to make it! I know right? Even my parents, who are serving a mission in Indiana, were able to come. It was a great family reunion. I'm sure Grandma and Grandpa were there and were so happy to see us all gathered together.

Ugh. Why does every post come out sounding like a whining marathon. I'm truly not meaning to sound whiny. And you who are reading this are probably saying to yourself "what the heck are you talking about Alyson? You haven't even posted anything in a super long time!"

So I actually do write posts... all the time. I just never press the "post" button. And it's because I think they sound so dang annoying. I don't want to be annoying.

I don't know how else to say this, and I've been meaning to say it, but it's been a secret for so long, that it's actually easier for me not to say anything. Ugh.

I'm pregnant. There. I said it.

I think I don't want to put it out there because 1.) It's very scary to tell the world and then have something happen and have to un-tell the whole world and listen to everyone's I'm sorry's. 2.) Again, as I've already said, this is very scary for me. I'm scared every time I go to the doctor that there will be no heartbeat. 3.) I'M SCARED!

Okay. Enough of that. I'm truly so grateful to be adding to our family. We want this baby so bad. I don't care what we have boy or girl. I just want a healthy baby.

Now the question is how are we going to live in this small space and add one more child to the mix. Good question. I'm not sure. It will all work out?

I'm an Airhead and I Know it

Recently we were gathered together at the Misseldine household in Boise (Trevor's parents). We were having a yummy smorgasbord of tacos and toppings.

 ~Side note: There is NOTHING like a good fresh yummy salsa. I'm still having dreams about that stuff.

Anyway, I load my plate up with all these yummy foods and put all my stuff on a platter thingy. I walk carefully into the living room and set everything down on a long ottoman. Then not thinking, I sit down beside it. Picture what happened next: "Gosh, this ottoman is squishy." as I sink down into it, I look over and watch my food and water flying through the air.

Of course, I couldn't stop laughing at the surprise of it all. It was awfully funny. But truly, this is the story of my life, and why life with me is so much fun.

A few months ago I was talking with my mom about how I am clumsy in all aspects of my life; socially and physically. I guess it could be spiritually as well. I've never thought about that one. She relayed to me a story about when she was Relief Society president and a misunderstanding that happened with the Primary President. In this instance she did something very innocent and it was taken to be done with malicious intent by the primary president. This is something that happens ALL THE TIME with me. I'm not kidding.

This is where I have this giant epiphany that I am my mother.

P.S. My mother is clumsy too.