The Texas Life

A new start, a new life, and a new home. Texas is nothing that I thought it would have been.. it's even better! I remember my very first Sunday in our new ward. I begged Brigham all morning to not make us go because I did not want to have to meet people. He finally gave me the "Fine, if you really want to ditch out on your Sunday Meetings, then we will." I slightly felt like this was a trap. So we decided to go. We showed up 10 minutes early because we did not really know where it was, so I made Brigham park in the very back of the parking lot so no one would see that we were just hiding out in our car. I was panicking... I could not even go to the Dentist without asking my mom to come with, there was no way I could walk into that church building full of strangers! Three minutes until church started, what was I going to do? Brigham finally ended up dragging me into church. There was a nice old man at the door handing out programs; he looked nice. As we walk past him, I saw him out of the corner of my eye following us. I was clenching Brigham's hand whispering that some old guy was following us. We quickly took our seat and the man walked up to us to hand us a program. He noticed that we were new and asked us of our names, I don't even think I said my name right. I don't remember when I became this shy. I guess I got so use to living in a town where I knew everyone. This change was too big for me. After sacrament meeting, they bishop asked us to meet outside in the foyer to get our information. We talked with the first counselor for a while and discussed callings. Callings? So soon? I immediately said that I loved the nursery. I think I even mentioned how my comfort zone is either old people or kids that can barely talk. After this questioning session, I convinced Brigham that we could leave. So we did. Later that week we spent some time putting together our house. I remember walking through Walmart (defiantly not like the ones back at home) and crying because nobody would smile or say excuse me. What is my problem? This small town girl was not meant for the big world, it just wasn't happening. Well the next Sunday comes and we get called as nursery leaders! YAY! I could do this. While going to the nursery, this mom stopped and talked to me. After only a few seconds of talking, she realized that I was from her hometown... what are the odds? She invited us over the next night and we just hung out with her and her husband. I started feeling good about this ward. 3 months in and I love it! Is it bad to say, that I don't even miss Thatcher? This ward is so awesome and generous. Once a month we do a girls night and go out of town to eat or have desserts at someone's house. I am constantly making new friends. Brigham and I couldn't be happier to be in this ward; it was just what we (I) needed.

I really enjoy typing. For the past month I have been hesitant to start blogging again. I didn't want to catch up on all those months that I missed, it just seemed like so much time. Well, I decided to forget about it and stay present. Today I accepted defeat. Not only because I decided to blog, but because my lunch was a failure. This week has been a hard week for me to get back to normal. After Vegas I decided that I just want sleep. Instead of waking up at 6 A.M. with my husband, I decided to sleep in until possibly 10. Don't judge. Well, today I decided that I needed to make Brigham lunch... so bean flips it was! I got everything out and started buttering the tortillas and what do you know, I drop the tortillas face down on the floor. Yay, I love buttery floors. I told myself that I was going to make Brigham lunch, whether it was good or bad. I placed the tortilla onto the pan and it started sizzling. I go to grab a spoonful of beans and dropped it onto the floor. Why does today hate me? I sucked it up and grabbed some more. Put it on the tortilla and went to fold it in half, and what do you know, the tortilla was basically fried to the pan. How does this happen? I scrapped it off and folded it in half and put it in the microwave. I started the second one and spilled the cheese all over the floor. Sorry Brigham, we are eating off the floor today. I finally got both of them finished before Brigham walked in from school. The house may have smelt like smoke and was foggy. Brigham laughed and said, "Hmmmm... smells delicious." I dropped the food into the garbage and said, "Don't ask, we are going to Taco Bell." To me, it was the thought that counts. I knew I would make an awesome Shepard's Pie and could redeem myself at dinner. I got a little crazy and decided to make homemade mash potatoes! I have never done this before! Well, they turned out awesome... I may have eaten half the potatoes before Brigham got home from work... but I still had a nice dinner ready!