Saturday, July 23, 2011

great folks

sometimes or everyday I think about how hard my life is and how busy I am and how I would give anything to just stay home and have even the CHANCE to be bored for once. Also, sometimes or everyday I think about why I'm the one who had to get sick and why I'm the one with a husband who has a hurty back.
Sometimes I think about these things but then sometimes Pioneer Day just shows up out of nowhere and reminds me how big of an idiot I am.
Can you even imagine how much I would complain if I had to leave my cool house and WALK all the way across the country? I'd like to think I'd be valiant and steadfast and a great leader but really. I'd be the worst.


There was no such thing as a 2 day hospital stay when you had to give birth. You just had to squat down somewhere along the way, push that baby out and then just keep walking some more.

There were no Harmon's they could just swing by when the pioneers were sick of eating flour for every meal.

Sometimes for me, being sick means that I can't drive. Pioneers never got to ask, "should I take the car or the scooter tonight?"

I HATE when the hem of my pants get wet during the winter. Pioneer women didn't even have pant. They probably didn't even have socks.

To them, Angry Birds probably meant dying from the bird flu.

When I get off work on Sunday mornings at 7am, I only get 5 hours of sleep until I have to get up for church.
When there were packs of wolves lurking around the pioneer's campsites and night, they probably got 1 second of sleep.


All I'm saying is, we are pretty dang lucky. I may not have the coolest stripes for the season but at least I have clothes. I may not have all the time that I wish I had but at least I can be 99% sure that I will be alive tomorrow.



Hats off to the pioneers. Ya'll are some tough mothas.

Friday, July 8, 2011

uncontrolled happy

Dude.

We're having a girl.

I have never been so happy.