Our Little House Guest

We have had some house guests with us, the past couple of days. Dani and her seven year old daughter, Anita. Anita is quite the little girl. It has been really differnt seeing our day to day life through the eyes of a seven year old. Suddenly reading a Jane Austen book all day is considered boring. Wierd.

She watched me look at the differnet blogs i go to and wanted me to post about her. Well right now see lost interest in the blog and is rockin' out with Deborah's camera. Shhh. Don't tell Deborah.


This is when Anita and I went to the mall on friday night. She loved trying on tons of new outfits, even though I was very clear on my poverty status.

She is currently suffering from a cold. She has had it for adout four days now. I think she might be going a little cazy being shut up in the house for a couple days. Get well soon Anita!

My Comfort Items

For the past week or so, I have been thinking about comfort items. I have been watching Deborah helping a friend with some problems. Our friend has been in serious need of comfort, Deborah has been in needed comfort, actually everyone involved needs some comfort.

That is why I'm so glad Heavenly Father helps us out. He not only gave us The Comforter, which does more for us then I can say, but he also put things, and people in our life who can make us feel better. I've come up with my list of comfort objects and thought I would share.

First is Big Bear. I got him when I was like three, and he has held the honorary spot on my bed every day since then. Actually for along time I proffered using him for my pillow, instead of the fluffy one, that mom provided. I've noticed that when I'm stressed or sad I fall asleep holding him tight to me. Any way I'm so thankful for my stuffed animal that I can squeeze until all my worries are gone.

Second is my family, but especially my mom and dad. There are a whole lot of different personalities in my family. I think this is perfect, because there is usually someone who can say the right thing to make me feel better. Mom is really good at making me feel better because she knows me really well. She can make me laugh at what ever situation I'm in. Dad makes me feel better because he has so much wisdom. He is such a strong priesthood leader in our home. He makes me feel better in another way too. Only the reason really makes my vanity feel better. Dad thinks I'm really funny. I mean HI-larious! I like it when people think I'm funny. I mean the world might be coming to an end, but hey it can't be too bad cause someone thinks I'm funny. It's all good to me.

Before I talk about my third comfort source I would just like to say I wanted to write about them first, but Deborah posted before me. My third source of comfort is an amazing family in our ward. They are some of the best people in our ward. Their six boy are so cute and so much fun that I just love being around them. I'm never sure what their dad is going to say to me, but once he finishes teasing me, or sometimes in between the teasing, he gives me something really nice to think about. Finally their mom. She really in an angel on earth. Its as simple as that. An angel.

About a week or so ago, I went over to there house for dinner and a little comfort. Their mom had explained to the three year old that I was sad and hurt in my heart. After dinner he came to me and asked where my boo-boo was. He wanted to kiss it to make it better. What he didn't know was that walking into his house had made it feel better already.

See, I Do Exist!

This week I have really felt like my identity was being threatened. I don't mean a "Who am I?" identity crisis. Rather I found I had less and less documentation that I was born.

It all started with my wallet. One day I realized that I didn't know where my wallet was. I wasn't to worried because it would surface sometime and I also am really good at finding thing, I am second only mom. Some siblings may disagree, but it's true. Anyway I wasn't worried about my wallet.

Well Sunday I was sitting at a fireside and suddenly I got very worried. It had been a week. Well that started the frantic searches all through the house and in all the cars. Mom couldn't even find it and that really convinced me that I had a problem.

I even dreamed about finding my wallet. I dream about looking for it, and in almost every I found it and woke up thrilled. Then I had to remind myself that no, it was only a dream. Once I actually got up in the middle of the night to look in the place I had dreamed about.

I gave up. It was as simple as that. So I started the process of replacing the things in my wallet. First, my licence. I had to bring my social security card and my birth certificate to the MVA. Mom and I spent two hours looking for them. I found most of my report cards from high school, but no birth certificate. I really was a very good student.

I was so frustrated. I had nothing official that said I existed. Eldon and Deborah use to tell me that I was really from Mars, and was dropped at their door step. I was starting to believe it.

While I was deep in the depth of despair, dad found my birth certificate and social security card. Hallelujah!! Perfect timing, because mom told me that she was going to start taking my pictures down. Like I was really disappearing.

Well now I am fully documented and I do indeed exist. That's a relief.