I finally did it - I created a blog and have entered the realm that I vowed I would never enter. It's kind of been one of those things that has been taunting me like school-yard peer pressure. "I have a blog. You should do a blog. Everybody's doing it." Well, I didn't intend to be everybody. I am a somebody - an individual. I was thinking that if I did it - I would have given a part of me away.

Foolish? Yes, very. I am foolish quite frequently. If you don't believe me, just spend a few minutes with me, you'll see.

I remember feeling the same way as I was preparing to serve a mission. I even told one of my RM friends that I was afraid I would lose my personality when I went on a mission - my friend, btw, just gave a hearty laugh (mocking, really). For some reason, I thought I had to fit into this (imaginary - I know now) peg. But, knowing that I was a round peg (I've always been round - square isn't my style - I don't like sharp corners - they hurt) trying to cram into a square hole. Then, when I finally did go on a mission, I realized in the MTC that it takes all kinds to spread the gospel. This was after hearing during a testimony meeting one elder describe himself as a bulldog sharing the gospel (no joke). While tearing up with laughter, I also teared up from the feelings of the spirit.

Where am I going with this? Here goes - I've discovered that it takes all kinds to write blogs. See? I can do it and keep my individuality.


So this is my blog. Even if I'm the only one who ever reads it, I'll enjoy writing about my self-centered antics and laugh. If you can't laugh and yourself, who can you laugh at?

Rambling (you'll see lots of these here, I'm sure): Hey, did you realize that the "If you can't......, who can you....?" works for all sorts of things. Maybe I'll compile a list someday.


Okay, so I'm a rambling randomizer (just created that word - like it?). I do it in conversations - one of those people who it takes 15 minutes to get out one solid thought...of course how solid is the thought when it takes that long to spill the beans? And now we all know I do it writing. The secret's out.

Who knew blogging could be so much fun?

Brown-noser

Okay, so some of us have been accused of being "brown-nosers", right? Well, I'll let you in on a little secret. I am a real live brown-noser - especially today.

I decided that we needed to stain and seal our wooden play structure before Winter. So, I went out and purchased some dark tinted stain and brushes. Yesterday I started on the task and found that it was very time-consuming. So, Mike suggested that I call a friend (who will remain nameless for sake of his honor) and ask to borrow a pump spray. Our friend told me that we could pump spray the stain onto the play structure and it would be done in no time at all. He also told me that pump sprays are at the most $20, so last night I went to the store and bought one - got it for less than $9.

I was ready to go this morning and filled the pump sprayer. All things were going to go well, right - well, not exactly. I started pumping and spraying, but then the thing turned on me. As I was spraying the wood, the stain was spraying right back into my face. Plus, the pump sprayer was spraying too much stain - I used up the entire gallon can in a little less than an hour.

So, I can declare, "I am a brown-noser." Now if only I can get this stuff off before tonight's Women's Conference!