Saturday, October 5, 2013
Friday, October 4, 2013
Felt Great!
Last Friday I was called into our conference room at work and asked to have a seat. Immediately I got nervous that they were about to fire me. There was no logical reason to that instantaneous fear--only past experiences from working at my last full time job, for the Devil.
Scott and Travis sat down with me and asked me about the tasks I had been given since I started and what I liked, or didn't like and how I thought things were going. I told them and expressed my sincere gratitude for having a job at all--especially with no job experience in a resume form to speak of when they hired me.
Scott, the owner, told me that he was really happy to have me working for him and that I was doing a great job. He had a few more things that he wanted to train me to do so I could relieve some of the pressure he was feeling. He knew I was capable of doing more and, as long as I was happy with some new assignments, he thought I was ready.
He also told me that he was giving me a 50 cent/hour raise.
I was thrilled. And it felt really great to hear how much they appreciate me being there and the contribution I am making to the company. When they hired me i was worried I couldn't learn stuff fast enough, or remember what I was learning long enough. Apparently, they were never worried.
Yesterday, when my pay stub showed up in my email, I noticed that Scott had applied the raise to my pay period that just ended--rather than waiting until the new one started on the 1st. THAT felt really nice. He didn't have to do that, but I'm glad he did.
Scott and Travis sat down with me and asked me about the tasks I had been given since I started and what I liked, or didn't like and how I thought things were going. I told them and expressed my sincere gratitude for having a job at all--especially with no job experience in a resume form to speak of when they hired me.
Scott, the owner, told me that he was really happy to have me working for him and that I was doing a great job. He had a few more things that he wanted to train me to do so I could relieve some of the pressure he was feeling. He knew I was capable of doing more and, as long as I was happy with some new assignments, he thought I was ready.
He also told me that he was giving me a 50 cent/hour raise.
I was thrilled. And it felt really great to hear how much they appreciate me being there and the contribution I am making to the company. When they hired me i was worried I couldn't learn stuff fast enough, or remember what I was learning long enough. Apparently, they were never worried.
Yesterday, when my pay stub showed up in my email, I noticed that Scott had applied the raise to my pay period that just ended--rather than waiting until the new one started on the 1st. THAT felt really nice. He didn't have to do that, but I'm glad he did.
Thursday, October 3, 2013
She Did WHAT?!
Two days ago The Girl was in her (beginning) swimming class at college, where they were practicing their flip turns. The Girl was being the super-smarty-pants that she is and was doing the advanced-level flip turn coming into the wall on her back and somehow flipping to do breaststroke. She has done this kind of wonky turn in her IM for some time, so she knew what she was supposed to be doing, and how.
This time, however, she was coming into the wall like it was some Olympic trials so something and she underestimated the distance, or her speed, or both and smacked her hand HARD on the top of the cement wall. When she called that night she thought it might be broken.
Just what we need, I thought. But then I remember she has access to the university health center. So I suggested that she get down there and see if a nurse could look at it and tell if she should have it x-rayed. I also asked if she had a home teacher or "FHE brother" that could give her a blessing. Yes. She has both and had already asked for a blessing a few weeks ago when the cold she got the first week of August still wouldn't leave her alone.
She told met hat SuperKate, her adorable roommate, would take her to the health center on campus in the morning if her hand wasn't feeling any better. In the meantime, I told her to ice it and try to get some sleep.
Yesterday while I was at work, she texted me to say that the hand doesn't seem broken. The RN at the health center told her that the bruising was quite severe, however, so the swelling was from that. She was told to ice it and take some ibuprofen and if it wasn't better in another day or two, to come back and they could x-ray it.
At least she go tit checked out. With this nasty cold she'd had since August, she barely went to have it check in the middle of September. That girl. Good crud.
And, just for the record, I'd like to remind everyone that she did this in a BEGINNING swimming class, of all places. Only The Girl. Crazy.
This time, however, she was coming into the wall like it was some Olympic trials so something and she underestimated the distance, or her speed, or both and smacked her hand HARD on the top of the cement wall. When she called that night she thought it might be broken.
Just what we need, I thought. But then I remember she has access to the university health center. So I suggested that she get down there and see if a nurse could look at it and tell if she should have it x-rayed. I also asked if she had a home teacher or "FHE brother" that could give her a blessing. Yes. She has both and had already asked for a blessing a few weeks ago when the cold she got the first week of August still wouldn't leave her alone.
She told met hat SuperKate, her adorable roommate, would take her to the health center on campus in the morning if her hand wasn't feeling any better. In the meantime, I told her to ice it and try to get some sleep.
Yesterday while I was at work, she texted me to say that the hand doesn't seem broken. The RN at the health center told her that the bruising was quite severe, however, so the swelling was from that. She was told to ice it and take some ibuprofen and if it wasn't better in another day or two, to come back and they could x-ray it.
At least she go tit checked out. With this nasty cold she'd had since August, she barely went to have it check in the middle of September. That girl. Good crud.
And, just for the record, I'd like to remind everyone that she did this in a BEGINNING swimming class, of all places. Only The Girl. Crazy.
Wednesday, October 2, 2013
The Answer Is....
Since Genius Golfer was in charge of FHE last night, he opted to make answering Briana for The Boy our FHE activity. I can pretty much guarantee that The Boy will answer his date invitations sooner next time.
Tuesday, October 1, 2013
You Know You Have a Cute Teenaged Boy When...
Last week The Boy was invited to the school's Sadie Hawkins' dance. And in the asking, he also gained two new friends:
The new "friends" lasted two whole days. That is twice as long as The Girl's first "friends". It was a cute invitation. And he is working on the answer. I have urged him to get a move on--the poor girl isn't sure he has accepted yet. I'll show youwhat he ended up doing once he figures it out.
Monday, September 30, 2013
Lessons From The Spirit
This weekend I discovered a few things that I should have already known, but the Spirit had to teach --or at least, re-teach me.
During the Relief Society broadcast Saturday evening, the RS general presidency members spoke about keeping covenants. That has been the them of our stake this whole year, so I thought I had heard all there was to hear about that topic. But I was wrong, as is commonly the case. I learned that I choose to keep my covenant every day--in every little thing I do.
By the time the "half-time hymn" came around the Spirit was working on my big time. The hymn was "I'll Go Where You Want Me to Go", which I have always considered a missionary hymn. But the Spirit taught met hat this hymn is really about doing what we are asked because we are covenant keepers.
It may not be on the mountain height Or over the stormy sea,
It may not be at the battle's front My Lord will have need of me.
There is a need for teachers who have a testimony and commitment to be there every week so those kids learn and behave and feel the Spirit.
But if, by a still, small voice he calls to paths that I do not know,
I'll answer, dear Lord, with my hand in thine:I'll go where you want me to go.
I've never really had a Primary calling before (the first 4 months after we were married really don't count--as that was more birth control, than teaching....) but if this is where I am supposed to be, then I'm here.
Perhaps today there are loving words Which Jesus would have me speak;
There may be now in the paths of sin Some wand'rer whom I should seek.
Some of these kids are dealing with some tough things in their families. Their families need the Gospel and its blessings. Maybe something I say will affect the kids and in turn affect their families for good.
O Savior, if thou wilt be my guide, Tho dark and rugged the way,
My voice shall echo the message sweet: I'll say what you want me to say.
If the Savior were here, He would love and teach these kids. Even the ones that I struggle with. Heavenly Father knows and loves them, and He'll help me to know how to do that too.
There's surely somewhere a lowly place In earth's harvest fields so wide
Where I may labor through life's short day For Jesus, the Crucified.
I considered the Primary teacher one of the lowliest of callings when I got this gig. And I know it isn't a life-long calling, so I should shift my attitude.
So trusting my all to thy tender care, And knowing thou lovest me,
I'll do thy will with a heart sincere: I'll be what you want me to be.
Plus, if I know--and I do--that Christ loves me, then I need to love those around me to show Him my level of commitment and conversion. My covenants in the baptism and the temple direct me to do just that.
I have a lot to learn, apparently. And this Primary calling is just the start. Ten months into it and I am finally figuring just this little bit out. At this rate, I might not learn enough from this calling to ever be released.
During the Relief Society broadcast Saturday evening, the RS general presidency members spoke about keeping covenants. That has been the them of our stake this whole year, so I thought I had heard all there was to hear about that topic. But I was wrong, as is commonly the case. I learned that I choose to keep my covenant every day--in every little thing I do.
By the time the "half-time hymn" came around the Spirit was working on my big time. The hymn was "I'll Go Where You Want Me to Go", which I have always considered a missionary hymn. But the Spirit taught met hat this hymn is really about doing what we are asked because we are covenant keepers.
It may not be at the battle's front My Lord will have need of me.
There is a need for teachers who have a testimony and commitment to be there every week so those kids learn and behave and feel the Spirit.
But if, by a still, small voice he calls to paths that I do not know,
I'll answer, dear Lord, with my hand in thine:I'll go where you want me to go.
I've never really had a Primary calling before (the first 4 months after we were married really don't count--as that was more birth control, than teaching....) but if this is where I am supposed to be, then I'm here.
Perhaps today there are loving words Which Jesus would have me speak;
There may be now in the paths of sin Some wand'rer whom I should seek.
Some of these kids are dealing with some tough things in their families. Their families need the Gospel and its blessings. Maybe something I say will affect the kids and in turn affect their families for good.
O Savior, if thou wilt be my guide, Tho dark and rugged the way,
My voice shall echo the message sweet: I'll say what you want me to say.
If the Savior were here, He would love and teach these kids. Even the ones that I struggle with. Heavenly Father knows and loves them, and He'll help me to know how to do that too.
There's surely somewhere a lowly place In earth's harvest fields so wide
Where I may labor through life's short day For Jesus, the Crucified.
I considered the Primary teacher one of the lowliest of callings when I got this gig. And I know it isn't a life-long calling, so I should shift my attitude.
So trusting my all to thy tender care, And knowing thou lovest me,
I'll do thy will with a heart sincere: I'll be what you want me to be.
Plus, if I know--and I do--that Christ loves me, then I need to love those around me to show Him my level of commitment and conversion. My covenants in the baptism and the temple direct me to do just that.
I have a lot to learn, apparently. And this Primary calling is just the start. Ten months into it and I am finally figuring just this little bit out. At this rate, I might not learn enough from this calling to ever be released.
Sunday, September 29, 2013
Sunday Video
Today is a little show of what The boy is doing in his spare time since his sister left for college and the TV is down to 7 channels. He is learning card tricks and magic! This one amazed me...and I'm his mom!
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