Carpet Replacement $1500, flood fans $4,000, ceiling fixed and paint--not sure, carpet pad installed and re tacked down, who knows -- having insurance that will pay for almost all of it-priceless.
It's a proud moment when you realize how good you are at doing things. Take flooding my home for instance - I have come to the knowledge that I am really, really good at it. The insurance adjuster came on Wednesday to tell us how much they'd give us for flood damage caused by me. For the house itself - he estimated $5000 worth of damage. That doesn't include what we will end up owing the flood company - which he figures will be around $4000. For a grand total of almost $10,000. Luckily, insurance will cover all but $1000. Not bad for a days work.
Over the past 13 years of my marriage, (that is so another post - I'll admit I think 13 is a very unlucky number - and DH does not agree with my feelings of this year being a jinx)--anyway - over the past 13 years, I haven't had so much as a traffic ticket. DH on the other hand has had lots of traffic tickets (okay - maybe not lots - but still they have cost us money).
Anyway - I've tried unsuccessfully to explain to DH that this one major money costing mistake is a once in a lifetime thing. I've told him that while he has chosen to nickel and dime us over a lifetime with his tickets - I have taken a different approach. Spend it all in one shot and then be good and careful the rest of my life. I do recognize that this will require quite a bit of watchfulness on my part - but I am willing to fulfill my end of the deal.
Friday, June 29, 2007
Sunday, June 24, 2007
Hotel H Closes for Renovations
Attention Footloose and Fancy Free Visitors that I so enjoy hosting at my home: Hotel H is currently under major renovations. These renovations may be lengthy - so please plan on booking your stay at another relatives until further notice.
A Series of Unfortunate Events...Part 1
Disclaimer: If you are a person who likes to read posts with happy endings--avoid this one at all costs.
Friday night at about 935 pm, I decided to take a nice, relaxing bubblebath. I turned on the water, dumped in the cucumber melon bubbles -- and the doorbell rang. It was my good friend Rosemary wanting to borrow "New Moon" for her trip to LA. I grabbed it for her - and then proceeded to visit with her on the porch - completely forgetting about my running water. At 955 - dear daughter S comes out to the porch - "Mom, why is there a flood in your bedroom?"
AHHHHHHHHHH! I screamed - Rosemary followed. My room all the way under my bed was flooded. My walk-in closet - flooded. There was at least 2 inches of water on my bathroom tile floor. WE immediately started sopping it up with every towel I've ever known - even A and S's baptism towels (sorry mom). Every time a towel would get full of water - I'd throw it into the tub. Pretty soon the tub was full of wet towels - and no dry towels were left. Rosemary said - get blankets - so I got into my blanket cupboard and used 3 quilts -to continue the soaking up process.
At this point, R headed home to grab her shop-vac. Enter DH. None too happy - but with a couple of headshakes and a what happened - he was off to the store to snag a carpet cleaner. (I must admit I was worried he was going to get really mad at me -well deserved of course - but the silence was deafening. I am still asking him just to yell at me and put me out of my misery).
R came back and began to suck up water out of my carpet in the bedroom. I was still working on getting the flood under control in my bathroom. It was a struggle. By the time she had filled the shopvac - we were both covered in water. I don't know about R but I wanted to cry. But since it was either laugh or cry - we decided to laugh and make the best of it.
I got the bathroom tile under control - and since R was leaving for her trip at 9 the next morning - I sent her on her way. I continued to fill the shopvac with more and more water. I couldn't believe how much water there was.
DH arrived home shortly after - and started sucking water up with the carpet cleaner. He filled the tank and dumped it twice. Now it was like midnight - and I told him to let me take over and he could have a break (after all it was my fault). He headed downstairs and I continued to work away on the carpet. 2 seconds later my DH came running back up the stairs. "Stop what you're doing - find me the phonebook - there's a pond downstairs!"
to be continued....
Friday night at about 935 pm, I decided to take a nice, relaxing bubblebath. I turned on the water, dumped in the cucumber melon bubbles -- and the doorbell rang. It was my good friend Rosemary wanting to borrow "New Moon" for her trip to LA. I grabbed it for her - and then proceeded to visit with her on the porch - completely forgetting about my running water. At 955 - dear daughter S comes out to the porch - "Mom, why is there a flood in your bedroom?"
AHHHHHHHHHH! I screamed - Rosemary followed. My room all the way under my bed was flooded. My walk-in closet - flooded. There was at least 2 inches of water on my bathroom tile floor. WE immediately started sopping it up with every towel I've ever known - even A and S's baptism towels (sorry mom). Every time a towel would get full of water - I'd throw it into the tub. Pretty soon the tub was full of wet towels - and no dry towels were left. Rosemary said - get blankets - so I got into my blanket cupboard and used 3 quilts -to continue the soaking up process.
At this point, R headed home to grab her shop-vac. Enter DH. None too happy - but with a couple of headshakes and a what happened - he was off to the store to snag a carpet cleaner. (I must admit I was worried he was going to get really mad at me -well deserved of course - but the silence was deafening. I am still asking him just to yell at me and put me out of my misery).
R came back and began to suck up water out of my carpet in the bedroom. I was still working on getting the flood under control in my bathroom. It was a struggle. By the time she had filled the shopvac - we were both covered in water. I don't know about R but I wanted to cry. But since it was either laugh or cry - we decided to laugh and make the best of it.
I got the bathroom tile under control - and since R was leaving for her trip at 9 the next morning - I sent her on her way. I continued to fill the shopvac with more and more water. I couldn't believe how much water there was.
DH arrived home shortly after - and started sucking water up with the carpet cleaner. He filled the tank and dumped it twice. Now it was like midnight - and I told him to let me take over and he could have a break (after all it was my fault). He headed downstairs and I continued to work away on the carpet. 2 seconds later my DH came running back up the stairs. "Stop what you're doing - find me the phonebook - there's a pond downstairs!"
to be continued....
A Series of Unfortunate Events...Part 2
Now, before you become too alarmed -it wasn't really a pond - just a soggy, soggy mess. So I grabbed the phonebook and we both went racing downstairs. The guest bathroom was in at least 2 inches of water. The carpet all the way to where you enter the basement was soaked. The guest bedroom floor - soaked. Even my poor craft room was wet along the edges of the wall. But the piece de la resistance was the ceiling in the guest room - a sagging, dripping, bubble.
I promise, I almost vomited - it made me so sick to my stomach to think what my carelessness had done. Even still - when I think about how it all came about - it makes me nauseated. Anyway - we knew we were in trouble. DH called an emergency house crew - and they said they would be there between 1 - 1 1/2 hours.
We headed back upstairs and proceeded to move as much furniture out of our room as possible. DH"s big dresser & the two nightstands are currently in my hall. We pushed the bed as far over as possible. Then DH went into the front room and noticed wetness on the piano wall. We then moved all the furniture away from the piano wall. Then I started to get worried about the coat closet - where we keep shoes and backpacks. I began to clear that out. Luckily - nothing had leaked through there.
After seeing the piano wall, we decided we'd better check our closet (which backs the piano wall and in all honesty hadn't seemed that bad at first). Cleaning out my closet has been on my to do list since January. So you can imagine how frustrating it was to have to dig underneath shoes, a few clothes that had fallen off of hangers, wrapping paper & other junk I had kept meaning to clean up - knowing we'd find a waterlogged mess. And we did. We had to empty the entire closet. (I guess the good news is I can take cleaning out my closet off my to do list hehe).
About the time we were finishing with the closet and furniture moving (about 1.5 hours) the emergency home specialists showed up. It was about 130am - and let me tell you they smelled like a wild Friday night - cig's and a hangover waiting too happen. Quite honestly, I didn't care - I was just glad they were there to help.
The "specialists" to
re up the carpet in the bedroom/bathroom/closet/pianoroom/ guestroom in the basement/ bathroom/craft room/pingpong room/hallway - and put blowers on all of it. They cut away part of the ceiling in the basement guest room. Cut away a little part of the ceiling in the hall. The wall in the guestroom was bowing a little bit - but they just put a hot blower on it - I think th
ey will have to repair a section of it though. The wall in the basement bathroom looks like it's melting (think big water drips). Finally at about 330am - the fixer-uppers said they were finished. They told us they'd be back Monday to pick up the blowers (and then I'm guessing they headed back to the bar).
Could it get any worse? To be continued....See Part 3
I promise, I almost vomited - it made me so sick to my stomach to think what my carelessness had done. Even still - when I think about how it all came about - it makes me nauseated. Anyway - we knew we were in trouble. DH called an emergency house crew - and they said they would be there between 1 - 1 1/2 hours.
We headed back upstairs and proceeded to move as much furniture out of our room as possible. DH"s big dresser & the two nightstands are currently in my hall. We pushed the bed as far over as possible. Then DH went into the front room and noticed wetness on the piano wall. We then moved all the furniture away from the piano wall. Then I started to get worried about the coat closet - where we keep shoes and backpacks. I began to clear that out. Luckily - nothing had leaked through there.
After seeing the piano wall, we decided we'd better check our closet (which backs the piano wall and in all honesty hadn't seemed that bad at first). Cleaning out my closet has been on my to do list since January. So you can imagine how frustrating it was to have to dig underneath shoes, a few clothes that had fallen off of hangers, wrapping paper & other junk I had kept meaning to clean up - knowing we'd find a waterlogged mess. And we did. We had to empty the entire closet. (I guess the good news is I can take cleaning out my closet off my to do list hehe).
About the time we were finishing with the closet and furniture moving (about 1.5 hours) the emergency home specialists showed up. It was about 130am - and let me tell you they smelled like a wild Friday night - cig's and a hangover waiting too happen. Quite honestly, I didn't care - I was just glad they were there to help.
The "specialists" to
re up the carpet in the bedroom/bathroom/closet/pianoroom/ guestroom in the basement/ bathroom/craft room/pingpong room/hallway - and put blowers on all of it. They cut away part of the ceiling in the basement guest room. Cut away a little part of the ceiling in the hall. The wall in the guestroom was bowing a little bit - but they just put a hot blower on it - I think th
ey will have to repair a section of it though. The wall in the basement bathroom looks like it's melting (think big water drips). Finally at about 330am - the fixer-uppers said they were finished. They told us they'd be back Monday to pick up the blowers (and then I'm guessing they headed back to the bar).Could it get any worse? To be continued....See Part 3
A Series of Unfortunate Events...Part 3
Well - the next day really didn't get worse - but it was definitely full of shenanigans. We woke up to breakfast in bed. J & S figuring we were up late in the night, and seeing the disaster area which we call home - at 830 am brought us a bowl of honeycombs, toast, sliced up apples and juice. I thought it was pretty sweet. (Poor DH was so tired he ate part of the cereal and was done.)When I got out of bed and walked into the front room - I noticed how warm it was. The temp said it was 80 degrees. My first thought was - oh great - I ruined the AC too. But then I realized that some of the blowers blow regular air - and some of them are blowing warm "dehumidified" air. Talk about a hot house about to get hotter--the high was supposed to be 100 on Saturday - but by mid-day our solar clock said it was 102. Also by mid-day our temperature on the main floor of the house reached 85. The basement was at 80 and it seemed the only escape would be the kids bedrooms - which ironically are usually the hottest rooms in the house.
Anyway - that morning I decided I'd better vacuum up the dust bunnies that were found when they moved furniture so they could pull up the carpet. I plugged in the vacuum, and began the task. Two seconds later - my room & bathroom went dark - the rest of the house was fine. With all the fans going, I guess the vacuum was just too much for that little circuit breaker. DH flipped the breaker - then told me NOT to clean (which was music to my ears).
DH called the insurance company (weekend crew). They said an insurance adjuster would be calling us Monday to set up an appt to come out and survey the damage. I'm hoping the insurance dude will be able to come out on Monday - so we can get this mess cleaned up. But at least we know that the fans will be gone by then so we won't be soo hot. I think that's been the worst part.
Anyway, later in the day, J started to not feel well. Her throat was hurting, she felt like she was going to vomit - she was dizzy. That evening DH also wasn't feeling well - he had the same symptoms. Seriously - as hot as our house got, I wondered if it was heat stroke - I tried having J drink lots of water (but both of them were still not better by today and missed church).
At about 4 pm, DH wanted to take the carpet cleaner we had rented back to the store. There are spots in the kids bedrooms and hall that I wanted to clean. And so I asked him to wait a bit so I could hurry and get it done. Everyone was going stir crazy, so DH ran to rent a DVD for the kids. I filled up the carpet cleaner, turned it on - and after 2 pulls down the hall - the entire house went dark. Thinking it was just the breakers, like it had been earlier, I ran down to the breaker box (with a flashlight) and flipped every last one of them. Nothing happened - it was still dark.
DH got home about 10 minutes after it happened and went outside to investigate. He discovered that three of our neighbors were also in the dark. So, apparently, that extra bit of juice it took to run the carpet cleaner - blew our little circuit board that we share with the other 3 neighbors - of course we weren't confessing to anything. We called the electric company and since it was getting close to dinner time, DH decided we'd BBQ and hang out on the deck (which now luckily was in the shade), and play card games. About 1 1/2 hours later - the electric company came and fixed our power outage. None of our neighbors were the wiser. Although, this next time when I went to finish the carpet cleaning, I unplugged a couple of fans. I mean how awkward would it be if I knocked the power out again right?
By 10 pm - we were all ready for bed, tired of listening to the fans, and ready for this shenanigan day to be over. Unfortunately, the house was still pretty hot-83 and holding. So the kids slept in their rooms (it really wasn't too bad up there) and DH and I slept on couches (I got black beauty, he opted for big red). And that was the end to a no good, very bad day, full of a series of unfortunate events.
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Shenanigans Abounding Saga...
Yesterday was the craziest day of the year (well-it was pretty close anyway). After getting the kids off to school at 8:00 a.m., I had a RS presidency meeting from 830-1030. I came home for a minute and tried to straighten the house.
Then I remembered that Savvy & Aussie had a birthday party and I still needed to pick up a couple of little trinkets to go with the gnomes that Savvy had picked out (yes-she would like to pass on her love of gnomes to her friends). I headed to Walmart and grabbed lip gloss, nail polish, strawberries and a gallon of milk - (because we are always on the verge of being out of milk around here).
At 12:40, as I'm heading home - Savvy & Aussie's teacher calls to ask where I am. I guess I was supposed to be at the school at 1230 - and I thought it wasn't til 1 (I was filling in for a teacher appreciation activity for the room mom because she has pneumonia). I turn the car towards the school - hoping that a gallon of milk won't go bad if it has to sit in my hot car for an hour. Get into the school - start the kids on their surprise memory book for their teacher - and realize that the girl who took the pictures is missing 5 of the kids in the class. I ask the mom that's helping me if she brought her camera? No luck.
So I run home to grab mine - luckily I am only 3 blocks away. I put my milk and diet coke in the fridge (priorities first of course), grab the camera, get back to the school, take the pictures of 4 of the 5 kids - and then coax (or threaten) the 5th one to stop pulling silly faces or he won't get to be in the book. Then my helper says she needs to leave. Off she goes. I speed the kids up on their memory pages because their teacher is going to be back any minute. "Is everyone finished?" I ask. It seems to be unanimous - the class is finished. Just in the nick of time because - here comes the teacher - and I am out of there.
At home, I realize I need to do my assignments from my morning meetings. I send a few emails and make a few phone calls. Then I remember the birthday presents for the party aren't wrapped yet. I quickly wrap them - and at 340 the kids enter the house. Starving, hot, and thirsty--I find them some snacks/drinks - and then tell the twins to get changed into their swimsuits for the party that starts at 4. We find towels, flip flops and sunscreen - and then I boot the kids out the door to their bday party (it's in the neighborhood thank goodness). I decide the family needs to eat dinner so I get some potatoes ready - and throw them in the oven. Easy enough.
I am helping take dinner at 5:30 to a girl in our ward who just had a baby - and I am the salad. I get started on it. I cut the strawberries, cucumbers, pick the stems of the spinach, throw in the almonds and dried cranberries - and the phone rings. I talk to my sis for 5 minutes - look at the clock - it's 455 - and yell "Jay - you have swim team let's go!" Sorry Sis. Run Jay up to the pool - and remember that I am supposed to make chocolate dipped strawberries for a girl who just got released as our enrichment leader. Crap!
I get home and start washing the strawberries and melting the chocolate - forgetting entirely that I still need to make the dressing for the salad. I finish dipping the strawberries at about 5:25 - and go to grab my salad and head out the door. Oh no! The salad dressing! The yummy vinagarette that makes the salad divine! And there is no time. I look in my fridge praying I've got an unopened bottle of any kind of dressing. No luck. So - I take a bottle of strawberry vinagarette - dump it into a container - add poppy seeds (hoping it looks homemade) - and head over to her house.
Man, that baby has a lot of hair! What a cutie. The RS Pres and I talk to her for about 10 minutes - and then both of us head out the door because we have Pac meeting at 6. We pass the 1st couns. and secretary on the way out - but there is no time to visit. I've just realized the party ended at 5:30 and I need to pick up my kids. I get home and luckily the kids are there. They jump in the shower, get dressed and we head over to Pac meeting.
They are launching 2 liter bottles filled with water - it's quite magical. Water bottle rockets are flying everywhere. It is a good time. Savvy & Aussie both brought bottles - and they are having a good time. They do the awards, we launch a few more bottles - and then I inform the kids it's time to go. Aussie is not happy. "It's not over," he says. "I don't care," I say. I need to feed them dinner before I have to go and do more RS stuff. With a popsicle as a bribe, we head home at 6:45, say hi to DH and Jay.
As I'm getting the potatoes out of the oven, I notice my white chocolate left in the pan on the stove - is turning brown. "DH did I leave the stove on?" You guessed it - he had turned it off - but only after it had been cooking in my house-unattended for 1 1/2 hours. I feed the kids their potatotes/chili/cheese. And then get to work cleaning scorched chocolate out of the pan. Curses!
I get the dipped strawberries out, arrange them on a cute pink plate - wrap them in cellophane - & add a cute bow. Are you kidding me? I need to make a thank you card! Rats! I race down to my craft room, grab a card, add a flower, ribbon and a "thank you " sticker - and the phone rings. It's the RS Pres - she can't go - her babysitter stood her up. I ask if we can at least deliver the choc covered strawberries - and she agrees (but has to leave her 1 yr old & 7 yr old home with her 10 yr old - but that's okay because I'm leaving my two 8 year olds home alone-we're only a block away). We drop off the strawberries - and visit for about 20 minutes = and then I come home.
As I crash onto the couch, cute Savvy says "Mom, you weren't this busy when you worked with the honeybees." She meant to say "beehives". It was so cute - I laughed - and then decided it was time to relax. All I can say is, I better have lost weight today - talk about an aerobic workout!
And that was the End to a Very Long Day Full of Shenanigans.
Then I remembered that Savvy & Aussie had a birthday party and I still needed to pick up a couple of little trinkets to go with the gnomes that Savvy had picked out (yes-she would like to pass on her love of gnomes to her friends). I headed to Walmart and grabbed lip gloss, nail polish, strawberries and a gallon of milk - (because we are always on the verge of being out of milk around here).
At 12:40, as I'm heading home - Savvy & Aussie's teacher calls to ask where I am. I guess I was supposed to be at the school at 1230 - and I thought it wasn't til 1 (I was filling in for a teacher appreciation activity for the room mom because she has pneumonia). I turn the car towards the school - hoping that a gallon of milk won't go bad if it has to sit in my hot car for an hour. Get into the school - start the kids on their surprise memory book for their teacher - and realize that the girl who took the pictures is missing 5 of the kids in the class. I ask the mom that's helping me if she brought her camera? No luck.
So I run home to grab mine - luckily I am only 3 blocks away. I put my milk and diet coke in the fridge (priorities first of course), grab the camera, get back to the school, take the pictures of 4 of the 5 kids - and then coax (or threaten) the 5th one to stop pulling silly faces or he won't get to be in the book. Then my helper says she needs to leave. Off she goes. I speed the kids up on their memory pages because their teacher is going to be back any minute. "Is everyone finished?" I ask. It seems to be unanimous - the class is finished. Just in the nick of time because - here comes the teacher - and I am out of there.
At home, I realize I need to do my assignments from my morning meetings. I send a few emails and make a few phone calls. Then I remember the birthday presents for the party aren't wrapped yet. I quickly wrap them - and at 340 the kids enter the house. Starving, hot, and thirsty--I find them some snacks/drinks - and then tell the twins to get changed into their swimsuits for the party that starts at 4. We find towels, flip flops and sunscreen - and then I boot the kids out the door to their bday party (it's in the neighborhood thank goodness). I decide the family needs to eat dinner so I get some potatoes ready - and throw them in the oven. Easy enough.
I am helping take dinner at 5:30 to a girl in our ward who just had a baby - and I am the salad. I get started on it. I cut the strawberries, cucumbers, pick the stems of the spinach, throw in the almonds and dried cranberries - and the phone rings. I talk to my sis for 5 minutes - look at the clock - it's 455 - and yell "Jay - you have swim team let's go!" Sorry Sis. Run Jay up to the pool - and remember that I am supposed to make chocolate dipped strawberries for a girl who just got released as our enrichment leader. Crap!
I get home and start washing the strawberries and melting the chocolate - forgetting entirely that I still need to make the dressing for the salad. I finish dipping the strawberries at about 5:25 - and go to grab my salad and head out the door. Oh no! The salad dressing! The yummy vinagarette that makes the salad divine! And there is no time. I look in my fridge praying I've got an unopened bottle of any kind of dressing. No luck. So - I take a bottle of strawberry vinagarette - dump it into a container - add poppy seeds (hoping it looks homemade) - and head over to her house.
Man, that baby has a lot of hair! What a cutie. The RS Pres and I talk to her for about 10 minutes - and then both of us head out the door because we have Pac meeting at 6. We pass the 1st couns. and secretary on the way out - but there is no time to visit. I've just realized the party ended at 5:30 and I need to pick up my kids. I get home and luckily the kids are there. They jump in the shower, get dressed and we head over to Pac meeting.
They are launching 2 liter bottles filled with water - it's quite magical. Water bottle rockets are flying everywhere. It is a good time. Savvy & Aussie both brought bottles - and they are having a good time. They do the awards, we launch a few more bottles - and then I inform the kids it's time to go. Aussie is not happy. "It's not over," he says. "I don't care," I say. I need to feed them dinner before I have to go and do more RS stuff. With a popsicle as a bribe, we head home at 6:45, say hi to DH and Jay.
As I'm getting the potatoes out of the oven, I notice my white chocolate left in the pan on the stove - is turning brown. "DH did I leave the stove on?" You guessed it - he had turned it off - but only after it had been cooking in my house-unattended for 1 1/2 hours. I feed the kids their potatotes/chili/cheese. And then get to work cleaning scorched chocolate out of the pan. Curses!
I get the dipped strawberries out, arrange them on a cute pink plate - wrap them in cellophane - & add a cute bow. Are you kidding me? I need to make a thank you card! Rats! I race down to my craft room, grab a card, add a flower, ribbon and a "thank you " sticker - and the phone rings. It's the RS Pres - she can't go - her babysitter stood her up. I ask if we can at least deliver the choc covered strawberries - and she agrees (but has to leave her 1 yr old & 7 yr old home with her 10 yr old - but that's okay because I'm leaving my two 8 year olds home alone-we're only a block away). We drop off the strawberries - and visit for about 20 minutes = and then I come home.
As I crash onto the couch, cute Savvy says "Mom, you weren't this busy when you worked with the honeybees." She meant to say "beehives". It was so cute - I laughed - and then decided it was time to relax. All I can say is, I better have lost weight today - talk about an aerobic workout!
And that was the End to a Very Long Day Full of Shenanigans.
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
The Small Stuff...
For the past week, I've had my cute cousin and her husband staying with me. She is from Idaho - but had to come to UT to have her baby near Primary Children's hospital. Her baby boy has a big hole in his heart due to a chromosome deletion. He will have to have heart surgery around 3 days old - pretty nerve wracking for my cousins family - and really anyone who knows them.
Both Jen and her husband have had a great attitude since they've been here. I mean I know I'd be a basket case 24/7. But, they have remained strong and maintained a positive outlook. I'm very impressed with their strength - and their dedication to the gospel of Jesus Christ.
Jen and Toby have always been righteous people - very devoted to their LDS faith. But during this trial they have taken it to a new level. They've done the obvious things people can do to fortify their spirits - read their scriptures, pray, hold family night regularly, attend their church meetings etc. But in their efforts to draw closer to Heavenly Father - they've even sacrificed things like favorite TV shows & movies due to inappropriate themes. They've also really emphasized the importance of family togetherness in their lives.
I think everyone's spiritual level can always do with some improvement - and it's not like I feel as if I'm an unrighteous person. But I look at the way my cousin's have been preparing themselves to receive this sweet baby - and I have to think - what's my deal? If it means I can draw closer to my Heavenly Father to give up unrighteous things - even so simple as a TV show, movie or even a trashy romance novel - then what's my problem?
I mean I'm doing the obvious things like going to church, having family night and family prayer, and reading my scriptures. But, am I willing to give up the small stuff? Up until this point the small things haven't seemed like that big of deal. But maybe they are.
My favorite quote from women's conference is "Small Things Result in Eternal Consequences." Maybe if I'd just stitch that onto a pillow and follow through with the quote - then I'd have my answer.
Both Jen and her husband have had a great attitude since they've been here. I mean I know I'd be a basket case 24/7. But, they have remained strong and maintained a positive outlook. I'm very impressed with their strength - and their dedication to the gospel of Jesus Christ.
Jen and Toby have always been righteous people - very devoted to their LDS faith. But during this trial they have taken it to a new level. They've done the obvious things people can do to fortify their spirits - read their scriptures, pray, hold family night regularly, attend their church meetings etc. But in their efforts to draw closer to Heavenly Father - they've even sacrificed things like favorite TV shows & movies due to inappropriate themes. They've also really emphasized the importance of family togetherness in their lives.
I think everyone's spiritual level can always do with some improvement - and it's not like I feel as if I'm an unrighteous person. But I look at the way my cousin's have been preparing themselves to receive this sweet baby - and I have to think - what's my deal? If it means I can draw closer to my Heavenly Father to give up unrighteous things - even so simple as a TV show, movie or even a trashy romance novel - then what's my problem?
I mean I'm doing the obvious things like going to church, having family night and family prayer, and reading my scriptures. But, am I willing to give up the small stuff? Up until this point the small things haven't seemed like that big of deal. But maybe they are.
My favorite quote from women's conference is "Small Things Result in Eternal Consequences." Maybe if I'd just stitch that onto a pillow and follow through with the quote - then I'd have my answer.
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