Happy New Year's Eve!
And last day of 2010.
For this evening's celebration we will be doing.... Nothing.
In fact, hubby hasn't even come home from work yet & I haven't heard from him to know when that time will be.
But it's all good. Whoever decided we should be awake to welcome in the New Year must never have had a sleep schedule anyway haha

Crabby Posting

***WARNING***- the following post is coming from current frustrations & do not necessarily indicate that anything is seriously wrong with my life, just know that I might sound considerably whiney & thoroughly candid. If that's something you'd rather not read, then don't.




I've decided that I will more than likely be one of those old ladies who is really rather abrupt & rude to irritating things/people. One of those ones who you will think of and say "well she's old enough I guess she's entitled to complaining" -or something like that.
I'm pretty sure I've already started on the path.

Since becoming ill last Thursday I've found incredible annoyance from noise I don't deem necessary, people who don't shut doors when the temperature is anywhere near below 45 degrees Fahrenheit (Seriously guys, what's so freaking hard about shutting the dang door?) also, people who don't listen to me (which is becoming more & more common as I continue to struggle with a lost voice & coughing,) people who ask for help with things I deem stupid (my current atittude towards that is: if you can't do it already by yourself either MOVE OVER and let me just do it already, or just don't do it. More often the latter.)

Another thing I don't quite understand is how men still want to be intimate at a time when their spouse is sick.
What part of either hacking out a lung or running a fever & then having cold sweats spells romance & sex to you?
And then of course I feel slightly guilty & we might end up doing at least something which then leaves me again coughing til I fall asleep.

Which! Brings me to the next part. I am currently despising of sleep.
This is a typical night:

1-As the evening sets in, become increasingly chilled/start running a fever.

2-Climb in bed, depending on the position, that itself can start a coughing fit.

3-Say evening prayers, if it's hubby's turn he's chorused quite well with a few large hacking noises, if it's mine, I whisper/cough through the entirety, with large breaks between thoughts as I attempt to keep from coughing (during which hubby might fall asleep because this prayer has stretched for so long)

4-It's at this point we say/kiss goodnight & hubby rolls away to sleep because there is no way he could possibly be comfortable enough snuggled next to something that coughs every few minutes & at this point is really rather warm.

5-I then proceed to cough/rest/cough/rest/cough, hubby usually falls asleep during this time.

6-It continues like this until somehow I do manage to fall asleep (I think?) where I either dream of coughing/wake myself up by coughing or breakout into a cold sweat while asleep & then proceed to wake up drenched & freezing again.

7- Repeat steps 5 & 6 (with the exception that hubby is still asleep through it all. Thank Goodness!)

Can you not see why now I so dislike the world?

Merry Christmas! Hope your day is filled with love & joy :)
~Andra

Christmas Ornaments

This is what I've been working on lately:



You see, the Baker Family girls get together every year & exchange ornaments. This year these are mine :)
I got the idea here, and am so grateful for a friend pointing out this blog.
Breakdown of cost:
-10 spoons @ 25 cents each (Gotta love DI)
-Elastic silver cord @ 99 cents
-Martha Stewart silver glitter @ $4.99 (Seriously overpriced but it's what I had to work with)
-Mini Silver Hearts @ $1.99
-Krylon 12oz Burgundy satin spray paint @ 5.99
+tax = 17.42
Everything besides the spoons I found at Michael's
And of course I still have the leftover spray paint, glitter & cord with which to do crafts in the future :)
I'll be sending them with the quote she added from Elder Russell M. Nelson.
I'm so grateful for other's brilliance :D

Tears

While I, being the wonderful, amazing female God has created me to be, tends to shed more than a few of those things, I can honestly say I don't see men cry often.
I guess that's a good thing though because if they really were as emotionally swayed as we women, the world would be in Trouble.
The tears I shed today came from pain.
It's amazing to me how well the human body can handle pain, but there is eventually going to be a breaking point. And I hit another one of mine today.
I'm tired of hurting, and then feeling ok, like I might be healing more. And then start hurting again. I'm tired of the emotional toll and rollercoaster this pain has been.
I just want to be well! I just want to feel better about it all. I just want to know that my body isn't broken.
Somedays I feel broken. Somedays I'm just so tired of hoping and having those hopes swept aside by another mountain of pain. Having to climb that mountain again, slowly building up hope that next time.
Next time, is another chance to be whole and well.
I know that God has what's best in the big picture, in mind for me. I just can't quite see it all yet.
And sometimes it's hard to hold on.
Sometimes you just need to cry.

The Provo Tab

Oh the lovely, historic, Provo Tabernacle

This lovely old building now looks like this:

And I can't even tell you how sad that makes me.

This building is where I was privileged to perform in a wonderful Thanksgiving program & where later I was asked out on a date by my crush at the time. It was a storybook evening & I truly felt like a princess (later things didn't pan out but that didn't matter at the time, nor does it now.)

Not to mention all the times passing this building would make me think of all the wonderful people who have been able to see this and hold it as a part of what Provo was & is today.

Yes I know I don't have nearly the history & amount of memories with this particular structure that some of my friends have, but I have my own memories. Memories that every time I'd pass this building would come back & make me smile.

Now that's literally gone in an evening. The roof collapsed on the building & they are going to do an evaluation to see if the building needs to be torn down because it might no longer be structurally sound.
And that sickens me.

Car Wishing

Mostly because we don't have enough saved up to actually buy much of anything that wouldn't need some type of work on it. And we have more than enough vehicles that 'could use some work'
I don't understand how people can think "runs good, needs some work" inspires any sort of confidence in a buyer.
Or the dreaded "this car has always worked great for me. It recently wouldn't start & I don't know why" etc etc.
And then there's always the no-photo, one line ads.
Yeah gee thanks, I really appreciate going into something with no idea what we're up against. NOT. We've already done that & have thoroughly learned our lesson.
So instead I sift through lots of junky and/or too pricey advertisements, hoping eventually to find something that will work for us.
Wish me luck!