New Adventure of Life

I've have been married for a year and a half and for the last year of it I was always getting asked if I was pregnant yet. My answer would always be no I am not. I remember my last 6 months at work I was always asked at least 3 days a week multiple times a day. I even had someone tell me congratulations because of some joke that kept going on from some people I hung out with at work. I finally decided I had enough of it because it hurt me deep down when I would have to tell people I am not pregnant. I wanted to be pregnant, but I knew that it was not the time for James and I to start trying for a baby. We were getting ready to move from MI to AK, we couldn't afford a baby and the stress of me being pregnant when we were about to make this big move. When I got to Alaska, I got asked a couple of times if I was pregnant yet and I would have say no. About 2 months had past before I was asked the question again, the answer was still no. To this day I still get people asking me if I&

Father/Daughter dance This picture was taken 6 months before my dad had his open heart surgery. I will not forget the weekend that he went into the hospital with chest pain. It was Friday night and James had gone to Illinois to go help his dad move into his new house and I was at home babysitting my niece and nephews. My sister and her husband went out for her birthday which was that coming Monday and it also was the weekend that they moved in with James and I.     I had just got the kids asleep and was reading a book when I got the phone call from my mom. She called to tell me that she was taking my dad into the hospital because he was having chest pain. My dad had a heart attack 6 years prior to this. Anyways my mom couldn't drive since she had just taken medicine so she called my uncle. My uncle and his wife came and picked my mom and dad up and drove them to the hospital. My mom said she would call back when they get the results back from whatever test they were taking. Sh

Christmas Time 2009 This Christmas season is going to be a little hard on me. I haven't been away from my family for Christmas my whole life. My family always opened our gifts on Christmas eve and we would have a "big" present on Christmas morning waiting for us under the tree. During the day on Christmas eve my sibling and I would do whatever we had to do. (I don't remember what we did during the day). At night we would eat our dinner and then go Christmas caroling to all of our pastors houses from church and then to our grandparents houses. After we got done caroling we would come home and get ready to open our gifts. Now there are six kids in my family, so we either started youngest to oldest or oldest to youngest. When you add my brother-in-law into this for me it didn't matter what direction we went because I would have three before me in either direction. After we all finished opening our gifts we would be sent to bed for the night and we were not allowed

root canal  A while ago I wrote that I had a fear that I will wake up in the morning and my face would be swollen because of my teeth. At the end of September, James and I went to a retreat for missionaries and since we are in the process of trying to become apart of this certain organization we were able to go. Well they had a dentist there for the missionaries that can't afford to go into town and get what they need done. James' aunt and uncle knew that I need mouth work done, so they told the people organizing it to put me down first since I was only staying one day and I had stuff I needed done.  I went at 10 am and didn't leave until 3:30pm. I had a half hour for lunch, but other then that I sat in a dental chair for 5 hrs. I ended up have 2 root canals and 2 fillings. Well now I don't have to wake up in fear anymore about my face being swollen.

The 2000 piece puzzle My husband absolutely loves puzzle. Me I absolutely hate them, unless they are the easy children types of puzzles. James finds them so relaxing. He could just sit and do puzzle all day if he was allowed. I on the other hand find them extremely stressful. I have to quit after five minutes because it just bugs me. A couple of weekends ago James' started a 2000 piece puzzle in the middle of the kitchen table. Not a big deal when there is very little going on, but when you have 8 people to feed it gets a little hard to eat at the table. It was only the table from Friday to Wednesday. I would occasion help him try and get it done, but like i said i would have to stop after a few. Well on Wednesday he needed to take care of the puzzle, but he wanted to get it done. So while he was at work on Wednesday I made myself sit down and work on his puzzle. I didn't get on the computer at all until he came home and could take over. I probably worked on it for about fiv