Claiming My Turf

I have finally had the gumption to say that this blog is mine. Not ours, but mine. It's taken a while, but I've done it AND renamed it. This is a personal accomplishment for me because sometimes it can be hard to claim something as your own. Right after I was married, everything I had ever known had gone from "mine" to "ours" in just about one moment. I started to apply the term way too broadly. So now, I feel free to post more openly and honestly, because this truly is my blog. Besides, my dear husband is never going to post anything but he will occasionally be included in my postings. OK so probably more often the occasionally. How about frequently? Yes. Frequently.

I have recently decided that I want to be more correct and clear in anything that I write. It throughly bugs when I cannot understand someones message they type when there is grammatical, spelling and punctuational issues. Being able to communicate with efficiency and clarity is an art that is being lost. We focus less and less on developing personal communication between people. Apparently this is the style of our modern, fast paced and ever changing society. Quick and short messages have been labeled as efficient ways to communicate when really, the perfection of the message and wholeness of it should not be down-trodden as irrelevant and unimportant. So, this Valentines day give the gift of understanding. Write, type and speak with perfection.

Saturday Morning

Well today we woke up early to go pick up our bountiful basket. We left at 6:50 after-which we dropped Dustin off at the gym to work out with Dave and Peter. Luke and I proceeded home to put our produce away and then left again to go clean the church. We got there at 8am and began dusting. We had so many people there to help, it only took us about 35 mins to finish cleaning. Luke helped me by turning on (and off) the lights in the chapel. I was very relieved that I didn't have to clean any bathrooms. Reason being I chopped my finger the other day and I didn't want it to get infected.

A couple days ago I was cooking spaghetti pie. I was chopping shredded beef to put in the sauce when suddenly I cleanly nicked my finger with the huge knife I was using, taking off some of my nail with it. I was grateful that any blood spilled would have been camouflaged in the red spaghetti sauce. Now, being a few days later, it is healing up alright, but it is still annoying.

Well Dustin has still not gotten back from the gym yet. I need him home so he can help me fix the vacuum. I think there's a problem with the belt because when the carpet beater touches the carpet, it stops spinning thus making any vacuuming attempts quite futile.

Today Paul and Shannon are traveling down to St. George for a weekend visit! Since tomorrow is fast Sunday, we're all getting together for lunch at Mom and Dad's. We are going to each fajitas! SO excited. I am going to be bringing the lettuce and tomatoes for the meal. It's nice that tomorrows meal is planned, now all I have to do is plan tonights meal. Hmmmmmm.... any ideas?