Saturday, March 20, 2010

Called to Serve

A week after Dillon and I gave our talks in our new ward, I was called to be the 1st Counselor in the Young Women's Presidency. I am always secretly hoping I will get an easier calling than the one before, but I guess that defeats progression.

My faith in how callings work quickly helped me remove my feelings of inadequacy, intimidation, and fear. So far, they keep coming back, but I am doing my best.

The President said that she felt so strongly that I was "the one" for the job after she heard my talk. She tells me that she didn't choose me. I feel so flattered and humbled to know someone received inspiration on my behalf.

I am over the girls that are 14-15 year old girls. They are so sweet and fun. I am looking forward to getting to know them better.

It's a Jungle Out There

With the crazy amounts of rain we've received in the Phoenix area this year, my back yard went from dirt farm to jungle seemingly overnight. It got intimidating so quickly, then I was sick and didn't to anything for a week, and it became OUT OF CONTROL.

So I weeded tonight until my arms, fingers, back, and butt were sore and the sun was setting. I was probably out there for about two hours and it looks like I didn't even touch it. Slow and steady wins the race?... I sure hope so in this case, because that's all I've got at this point.

At least I had moral support from Cevin and Max.

I had to weed around Max because he had made a bed out of a patch and I didn't have the heart to move him

They both really seem to like their jungle.

It scares me to think what they find in there. I hope they're not too sad when it's gone.

I made them both model by my weed pile for scale.

I must say, Max is a much better model.

Plants Hate Me

Why must I kill every plant I own?

I bought this beautiful, little Mexican Fan Palm back in January.

Here it is when I got it. So nice looking.

Here it is one week later.

And here it is today. I had to cut off all the fans because they were DEAD...

They are considered a "hardy" tree. I wonder if they make "extra-hardy"...

I haven't planted it yet because Dillon and I can't agree on a place - I want it a number of places and he doesn't want it at all... Again, the story of my life...

My Poor Knees

So just as I was getting a gnarly scar from my softball injury, I go and biff it on my rollerblades.

Hindsight tells me that rollerblading at night is stupid, but this wasn't the first time I had done it. In fact, Max and I have been rollerblading in the dark a lot since I got him. The days are getting longer but the sun is still setting around 6:30, so often I don't get to run him before then and thus, rollerblading in the dark. So now I run if it's dark.

I guess here they don't want so much light pollution so the street lights aren't very bright and I was in a corner of the street that wasn't lit at all.

I went back the next morning to survey the scene and fell on one or so of about three rocks. Lame.

I ordered knee pads and they are scheduled to arrive next week - again another smart thing that I learned through hindsight (story of my life).

Dinner with Clark and Debra

Two of my co-workers from SLC were in town for a conference this week and we hooked up on Tuesday for dinner. It was really nice to see them.

As nice as it is and as blessed as I feel to be able to work from home, I miss seeing those people during the week. They are so much fun and were really my only socialization outside of my family and church. Maybe I'll try making friends... Or not...