Everyone is probably wondering how my new job is going. Well, I love it. It's actually a lot of fun. I wasn't really sure what I was doing at all the first week, but I am getting the handle of it now. I work a 4 hour shift and I can get everything pretty much done in 3.5 hours, so I think I am really fast.
First thing I do when I get to work is gather up the outgoing mail. There are 4 places to get mail. Our building is split into 4 zones. I have to collect mail from each of them. Our building has an upstairs and a downstairs. I walk those stairs a lot! There are actually two sets of stairs, so I sometimes like to change it up, but my favorite is the back stairs. I don't have an office or a cubical or anything, but I kind of do, in a way. There is a "mail room" and that's where I do a lot of my work and there is a "shredder" room, and I spend some time in there, too. I don't have a name tag or name plate or anything, but most everyone else does, so I am getting to know people's names, slowly. I am not sure how many know my name, but they all smile at me. No one talks much. Everyone is always busy working.
After I collect the mail, I usually go do my courier route. On Mondays and Wednesdays, I drive all around Chico and make lots of stops. On Tues and Thurs, I drive all the way to Oroville and Gridley, but only have a few stops. So far, I think I like the Oroville/Gridley route better. They both take about two hours. When I get back I have to deliver all the stuff I picked up to all the workers. I am slowly figuring out where everyone is, who everyone works for, and what goes where.
Then I collect more outgoing mail.
Then I sort all the mail. Then I put things in envelopes and stamp them. If there is more time left, I go shred. And shred. And shred some more. Then I go put all the mail in the mail box out by the road.
I can do it all, the work is not hard, but it's REALLY important, so I really have to pay close attention to every detail and work really diligently and hard.
My feet hurt from wearing dress shoes with no socks. I don't mind wearing skirts/blouses, but I hate all my dress shoes. One lady told me I could wear running type shoes if they are nice, but I want to make sure with the bosses first. They also told me I could wear capris, but I don't think any of mine are fancy enough. They also told me they'd get me a polo shirt with the company logo, but I havent gotten one yet. If I get that, I think that would look good with capris and nice new running shoes, but until then, I will just wear my feet raw in my church shoes. I think my old blisters may turn to callouses some day, right?
9/29/15
9/28/15
my testimony
I don't write very many spiritual things on my blog because I know my dad reads it and I know he is not very religious. But, I've been thinking about it and if I never tell him what I believe, he will never know!
Every time it's Fast and Testimony meeting at church (first Sunday of the month), Andrew tries to get me to go up and share my testimony. I don't go up there very often. I sometimes feel like some of the people bearing their testimony are saying "look at ME, I have a testimony!" I will go up when I get that heart pounding, sweaty, nervous, spiritual feeling, but not just to go up and "brag".
Every time I go up to the podium, I always forget what I want to say, I always sound scatterbrained, and I always wish I would have said different/more things.
I know that I am happy when I am doing the right things, such as reading the scriptures daily, daily prayer, and living my life in a way that would be pleasing to Heavenly Father. I am not ashamed to say that I am a Mormon. I want to be a good example of a good Mormon because so many people know that I am a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints.
When I bore my testimony at church on Sunday I tried to say that I know the church is the true church. I know it's the right place for me. I love it. Then I went on to say that my faithfulness will never change but, for sure, my spirituality does. But I think that's when I probably just lost everyone on what I was trying to say. I meant when people say things that I take wrong, when I get released from callings, when things go unexpected, or when I am not doing all that I should to feed my spirit, I can get down spiritually. My spirituality goes up and down, but my testimony is always strong. I want to always feel spiritual, but I don't. It doesn't make me a bad person, or even a bad Mormon, but it is something for me to work on.
Is not being spiritual a bad thing?
How can I be more spiritual?
The scriptures (Matthew 22:37) say that the first great commandment is to love the Lord and the second is to love our neighbors. Those things right there are how I am going to choose to live my life. I want to show Christlike love to all those around me. (Starting with my husband and family!)
Every time it's Fast and Testimony meeting at church (first Sunday of the month), Andrew tries to get me to go up and share my testimony. I don't go up there very often. I sometimes feel like some of the people bearing their testimony are saying "look at ME, I have a testimony!" I will go up when I get that heart pounding, sweaty, nervous, spiritual feeling, but not just to go up and "brag".
Every time I go up to the podium, I always forget what I want to say, I always sound scatterbrained, and I always wish I would have said different/more things.
I know that I am happy when I am doing the right things, such as reading the scriptures daily, daily prayer, and living my life in a way that would be pleasing to Heavenly Father. I am not ashamed to say that I am a Mormon. I want to be a good example of a good Mormon because so many people know that I am a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints.
When I bore my testimony at church on Sunday I tried to say that I know the church is the true church. I know it's the right place for me. I love it. Then I went on to say that my faithfulness will never change but, for sure, my spirituality does. But I think that's when I probably just lost everyone on what I was trying to say. I meant when people say things that I take wrong, when I get released from callings, when things go unexpected, or when I am not doing all that I should to feed my spirit, I can get down spiritually. My spirituality goes up and down, but my testimony is always strong. I want to always feel spiritual, but I don't. It doesn't make me a bad person, or even a bad Mormon, but it is something for me to work on.
Is not being spiritual a bad thing?
How can I be more spiritual?
The scriptures (Matthew 22:37) say that the first great commandment is to love the Lord and the second is to love our neighbors. Those things right there are how I am going to choose to live my life. I want to show Christlike love to all those around me. (Starting with my husband and family!)
9/26/15
more Pro pictures!
These first three are Bradley's BIG hit....not the greatest form, but WOW, what a HIT!
This is Bradley's "clip" or hit to the back, he got a 15 yard penalty on it! OOPS!
9/24/15
my job
I had all of the new employee training for my new job yesterday and I learned that what I do is fairly top secret and I can not tell anyone about what I do, how much I make, anything....so, I guess I learned my lesson about blogging work related stuff once already (although, really, that was a blog from a mom about her child, nothing really work related at all), so no more blogging about my new job!
Back to the sport mom blogging...and maybe pretty soon, some hockey fan blogging!!!
Back to the sport mom blogging...and maybe pretty soon, some hockey fan blogging!!!
9/21/15
New Job!!!
Not sure how much I blogged about this, but last year, right before school let out for the summer, I got called into the principal's office (that's always scary). Before I went in, I called Scott and said, "I think he's going to ask me if I want to work next year, do I?" And Scott said, "It's totally up to you!" We all know that yard duty is not the world's best job, but I've always liked it. I love the kids. I like being outside. I like having a school schedule, so I'm home when the kids are home. I also knew that I could, for sure, make more money elsewhere. In his office, he closed the door. That made "going to the principal's office" even more scary! Then he handed me an envelope. He said, "We are going in a different direction with our yard duties next year. Thanks for everything, but these papers will help you to collect unemployment." Um, ok, did I just get fired??? Yup, I think I did! Well, not really "You're Fired!", like Donald Trump, but I knew I wasn't working there anymore. It was hard to take. I also knew they had been trying to get rid of me for a while. Each time the school gets a new principal, they always want to hire their own staff. I was a leftover from about 10 former principals. Also, I no longer had a child at that school, so I couldnt work as a classroom aide, so if he got rid of me, he could hire someone as an aide and yard duty and give them 5 hours, with me there still, he could only offer a person 2 or 3 hours and no one would want that!
I had a good summer being unemployed. I went to Texas twice and to the Grand Canyon with my family. I got to relax. I got some house projects completed. It was a good summer, but after school started again, I started to get depressed. I got turned down by Target, by Kohls, by a bunch of other places where I put in online applications. I was getting really down and discouraged. I felt like no one wanted me. I have a college degree, I am smart, but I haven't really had a job in over 20 years.
Last week I had an interview to be a campus supervisor at a junior high here in town. It was for a 1 hour a day position. ONE HOUR....not really even worth my time!!! Gas to get there! But, I wanted a job. I needed a job. Even if it was just to get me off the couch. I thought the interview went GREAT!!! At the end, they said, we will know today and we will let you know, and hey, when can you start?" They also asked which of my references I wanted them to call. They never called either of them, and didnt ever get back to me. VERY discouraging! I couldn't even get a 1 hour a day job with a college degree and 20 years of experience??? Pitiful.
Then, on Friday, I got an answering machine message...I thought the person said, "This is Peggy Carling." I dont know any Peggy Carlings. I listened to the message several times. I looked up Peggy Carling in our church directory. There wasnt one. I called the number back. I asked for Peggy Carling....there wasnt one there, but they did have a Peggy, so they gave me to her. It was the right Peggy. She had said on the message, "This is Peggy calling....." haha! Oh man, hearing loss is NOT fun!
She told me that she heard I had been looking for a job and would I like an interview on Monday! Yes, I would!
I went in today. I have NO idea what I was doing. I couldn't sleep at all last night! I didn't know what to do this morning to get ready. In the office, they had me wait for about a half hour and I honestly felt like walking out the door!
I'm glad I stayed. I filled out an application. I had already sent them my resume. I talked to the two interviewers, honestly answering their questions. At the end, they said that they would let me know...but as I was walking out the door, one went one way and the other and I went the other and she led me to the Owner/Boss's office. The boss then did another interview and told me the whole history of her company and everyone's jobs. She told me all that she would like me to do. Then, she said, "Be here at 9:15 tomorrow."
I got a job!
I got a good job!
A perfect for me job.
I didn't really have any faith that I would get a job. I didn't really think I would be wanted anywhere.
But, I had other's who were very supportive and who would say things like, "there are better things to come" and "I will keep you in my prayers." I think their prayers DID help me! I thanked them all today and most said, "You were blessed!" And I do feel blessed. This job will be wonderful for my family. I will be able to help with the finances and I will be home when the kids are home!!!!
I had a good summer being unemployed. I went to Texas twice and to the Grand Canyon with my family. I got to relax. I got some house projects completed. It was a good summer, but after school started again, I started to get depressed. I got turned down by Target, by Kohls, by a bunch of other places where I put in online applications. I was getting really down and discouraged. I felt like no one wanted me. I have a college degree, I am smart, but I haven't really had a job in over 20 years.
Last week I had an interview to be a campus supervisor at a junior high here in town. It was for a 1 hour a day position. ONE HOUR....not really even worth my time!!! Gas to get there! But, I wanted a job. I needed a job. Even if it was just to get me off the couch. I thought the interview went GREAT!!! At the end, they said, we will know today and we will let you know, and hey, when can you start?" They also asked which of my references I wanted them to call. They never called either of them, and didnt ever get back to me. VERY discouraging! I couldn't even get a 1 hour a day job with a college degree and 20 years of experience??? Pitiful.
Then, on Friday, I got an answering machine message...I thought the person said, "This is Peggy Carling." I dont know any Peggy Carlings. I listened to the message several times. I looked up Peggy Carling in our church directory. There wasnt one. I called the number back. I asked for Peggy Carling....there wasnt one there, but they did have a Peggy, so they gave me to her. It was the right Peggy. She had said on the message, "This is Peggy calling....." haha! Oh man, hearing loss is NOT fun!
She told me that she heard I had been looking for a job and would I like an interview on Monday! Yes, I would!
I went in today. I have NO idea what I was doing. I couldn't sleep at all last night! I didn't know what to do this morning to get ready. In the office, they had me wait for about a half hour and I honestly felt like walking out the door!
I'm glad I stayed. I filled out an application. I had already sent them my resume. I talked to the two interviewers, honestly answering their questions. At the end, they said that they would let me know...but as I was walking out the door, one went one way and the other and I went the other and she led me to the Owner/Boss's office. The boss then did another interview and told me the whole history of her company and everyone's jobs. She told me all that she would like me to do. Then, she said, "Be here at 9:15 tomorrow."
I got a job!
I got a good job!
A perfect for me job.
I didn't really have any faith that I would get a job. I didn't really think I would be wanted anywhere.
But, I had other's who were very supportive and who would say things like, "there are better things to come" and "I will keep you in my prayers." I think their prayers DID help me! I thanked them all today and most said, "You were blessed!" And I do feel blessed. This job will be wonderful for my family. I will be able to help with the finances and I will be home when the kids are home!!!!
9/19/15
football pictures
I have a bunch of football pictures this week. Bradley is #19 with gold cleats and pink socks/gloves. 
National Anthem.
Kickoff
trying to get in on the tackle
Another kick off (there were a lot, bradley's team won 45-0).
Running back to the sidelines
Another kick off
In the pile
this is a picture of bradley, but it looks like a picture of a cheerleader
tackle
chest bump in the end zone
another picture of bradley that looks like a picture of cheerleaders
cant tell, but this was bradley's BIG hit!!!
he ran into Luther on this play, missed the tackle
got to play safety
hand shake
victory cheer in the middle
the varsity ran through that blow up helmet and through the tunnel made by the cheerleaders and JV players9/11/15
Kick Off Video
9/10/15
Beef Stew
We have these friends. They are the BEST kind of friends, really. They like us just the way we are, they don't think we are weird (well, they don't show it if they do), they always ask us, "Is there anything we can do to help you?" (and they mean it), and they are really special. They are hard workers in EVERYTHING they do. The friends I am talking about are the true friends in life that I wish everyone could have. Just being around them makes us happy. Well, Bradley and Andrew usually groan a bit when they see their car pull into the drive way, but I know its a playful groan and deep down, they are happy for visitors, too.
The friends that I am talking about are the missionaries who are currently serving in our ward, Elder Johnson and Elder Adams. We've always liked the various missionaries who come through here. We have them over for dinner once a month. We help them when we can. All missionaries are great. We love missionaries and missionary work. Ever since we sent William out on his mission, I think we've seen the missionaries differently than we did before. We know these are sons of families who love them dearly and miss them tremendously. We know they are sacrificing 2 years with their families to serve the Lord and the people in their mission.
The set of missionaries we have serving our ward right now are the best. It's kinda funny that they know it, too. They really are excellent. They work well together. They are super cool, not nerdy. They are genuinely caring and thoughtful. They are good people. They are smart, talented, and very spiritual, too! We love them. (Did I already say that?) (or, you can probably already tell, so I didn't have to say it....AGAIN.)
So, we are not "really" hoarders, like on the show Hoarders, but we do have a lot of stuff. We have a small trash can, we are given a lot of stuff, and we save things in case we might need them someday. We also have about 20 to 40 nasty chickens who dig and poop EVERYWHERE. Our back yard is a MESS. Well, so is our front, but that problem can be easily solved (keep reading). We also have a thing we call the "back house"....it's a big room and a small room in our backyard, there are no bathroom or kitchen in it. We also have a car port back there, that a car cant ever get to, so Scott uses that for his "shop". Anyway, LONG messy story short....we live in a pig sty. If someone announces that they will be over in 10 minutes I can clean the presentable parts of our house just fine, but cleaning our whole house could take weeks! Literally!
I could post photos, but that might be embarrassing.....just believe me, you couldn't walk in our back yard without running into something or stepping in chicken poop. No one ever goes back there just to hang out. Yeah, we have a basketball hoop, but I don't think anyone has ever used it. Yeah, William stayed in the back house when he was here this summer, but I'm sure he had to walk around obstacles to get out there and I KNOW he stepped in chicken poop every day!
So, the missionaries, they are kind of arrogant. They don't really listen to reason. They are 22 year olds and they don't think like 50 year old tired, down people when they are told that we don't need to clean the backyard right now. We told them for weeks that we would get to it "someday". But if you know how much Scott works and how exact he keeps the Sabbath Day holy, you will know that there will NEVER be a time for Scott to clean the backyard. The missionaries said, "Get us a trailer, we will have this done in A DAY." I said, "Maybe next week." They said, "No today. RIGHT NOW. Let's go!" I tried to tell them that the heat wave we are going through right now is not the best time to work outside. I tried to tell them that it was too much work. I tried to tell them NO, no...no no no no....I didn't want anyone to have to clean our mess. I definitely was EMBARRASSED that we let it get that messy. I also know that it may be hazardous back there and I didn't want them to get hurt.
They are stronger and in better shape than most of the world. They also believe they are invincible. They aren't afraid of a little (A LOT of) dirt or (SUPER HOT) heat. They just started working. Like the minute they decided it was going to get done, they just did it. Non stop! Shoveling, hammering, sweeping, lifting, cutting, WORKING!!! Okay!!! WOW!!! I did a couple things, but they worked HARD, in the heat of the day, without a break. I had a basketball scheduling meeting to go to, so, I had prepared a WONDERFUL beef stew in the Crockpot. It simmered all day. It's Andrew's favorite, and he requested it or I probably wouldn't have made it on a 110 degree day. It was good to make, though, since I didn't have to do anything while I was at my meeting.
When I got home, it was after 7pm and they were still working. (Scott was home and they were trying to suspend all of his duck decoys in an old trampoline mat from an old oak tree, so that the rats will not be able to get to them). That's so funny to me, WHO would ever think of that???? But it didn't work, the branch seemed pretty dead and ready to break at any moment!
I said, "You haven't eaten yet!!" I knew they were hungry!!! I said, "Get in here and eat some stew." (My stew is more like soup because I don't thicken it.) Elder Adams came in, sweaty, hot, exhausted, hungry (and with a headache), looked at the food....and was not exactly thrilled. It was TOO hot of a day to eat BOILING hot soup. But, like the good missionary he is, he took it with no complaints. Elder Johnson also got a bowl. We decided to eat out in the front yard because the house was so hot. The sun was going down, so it wasn't bright out, either. One of the couches we were throwing away was in the front yard, so everyone was fairly comfortable. I remembered that Scott and my kids all like crackers in their soup, so I went and found some. I offered, probably pushing the missionaries to take some crackers. I don't use very much seasoning when I cook, so people usually put salt and pepper or Slap Yo Momma on their own food at the table. Crackers are salty, so they help. Also, because the broth is thin, crackers make it more filling or thick. Elder Adams took some, Elder Johnson did not. Scott came out to eat a few minutes after we had already started. I never eat crackers, so I was really enjoying my soup. Elder Johnson liked his, too. Elder Adams, too polite to not eat what he was served, kept eating. He had a sour look on his face and I asked, "What, you don't like my cooking?" He was too polite to say his stew was a bowl of NASTY DISGUSTING stuff that smelled like turpentine! He kept eating. Remember, he also was in the beginning stages of a PAINFUL migraine headache. He sat at the couch, hunched over, eating dutifully, aching in pain. Scott came and sat down and was about to take a bite when he noticed on his spoon a wormy maggoty thing (it was actually what is known as a pantry moth larva). Scott didn't eat his spoonful, but announced to us what was happening in his bowl...there were many of them. Elder Adams put his bowl down....very quickly. Elder Johnson and I looked at each other, at first kinda thinking Scott was kidding. I even nagged at Scott a bit not to waste his food, that meat is expensive and not to give it to the dog. I wanted him to just scoop off the crackers and still eat the meat and veggies. He refused. He said it also smelled horrible. Elder Johnson and I KNEW the soup didn't smell horrible and actually tasted pretty tasty. Then Elder Adams started spitting...just a little. He didn't throw up, but he also did not look very good. I feel really bad about it now, but we laughed about it (not Elder Adams) for at LEAST 10 minutes. We laughed so hard that my sides started to hurt. I was hoping he would join in the laughter with us, but he never ever did. He never even smiled about it. He did not see ANY humor in it. He felt ill. No other words for it, just sick, sick to his stomach, after eating bad tasting food and even sicker after figuring out what he had ingested!!! He's tough, though. He kept working to move the bees after everyone else was done eating. This was the first time we've ever had missionaries over when one of them didn't say, "Thanks for dinner!" Sam, our dog, didn't even eat the stew Elder Adams tried to give him!!!
The missionaries didn't come back here after taking the bees across town so I never got to say good bye or see if Elder Adams was ok. I started to worry. I couldn't sleep over worry for what had happened. I felt bad that I had hurt my friend. I thought I was going to lose my friend. If that happened to me....not sure how forgiving I'd be either!
Wonder how long it will take for Elder Adams to think this story is funny? Wonder when or if he will ever eat a cracker again. Wonder if he will ever eat beef stew again. We are signed up to have them over for dinner again soon, wonder if they will show up???
The friends that I am talking about are the missionaries who are currently serving in our ward, Elder Johnson and Elder Adams. We've always liked the various missionaries who come through here. We have them over for dinner once a month. We help them when we can. All missionaries are great. We love missionaries and missionary work. Ever since we sent William out on his mission, I think we've seen the missionaries differently than we did before. We know these are sons of families who love them dearly and miss them tremendously. We know they are sacrificing 2 years with their families to serve the Lord and the people in their mission.
The set of missionaries we have serving our ward right now are the best. It's kinda funny that they know it, too. They really are excellent. They work well together. They are super cool, not nerdy. They are genuinely caring and thoughtful. They are good people. They are smart, talented, and very spiritual, too! We love them. (Did I already say that?) (or, you can probably already tell, so I didn't have to say it....AGAIN.)
So, we are not "really" hoarders, like on the show Hoarders, but we do have a lot of stuff. We have a small trash can, we are given a lot of stuff, and we save things in case we might need them someday. We also have about 20 to 40 nasty chickens who dig and poop EVERYWHERE. Our back yard is a MESS. Well, so is our front, but that problem can be easily solved (keep reading). We also have a thing we call the "back house"....it's a big room and a small room in our backyard, there are no bathroom or kitchen in it. We also have a car port back there, that a car cant ever get to, so Scott uses that for his "shop". Anyway, LONG messy story short....we live in a pig sty. If someone announces that they will be over in 10 minutes I can clean the presentable parts of our house just fine, but cleaning our whole house could take weeks! Literally!
I could post photos, but that might be embarrassing.....just believe me, you couldn't walk in our back yard without running into something or stepping in chicken poop. No one ever goes back there just to hang out. Yeah, we have a basketball hoop, but I don't think anyone has ever used it. Yeah, William stayed in the back house when he was here this summer, but I'm sure he had to walk around obstacles to get out there and I KNOW he stepped in chicken poop every day!
So, the missionaries, they are kind of arrogant. They don't really listen to reason. They are 22 year olds and they don't think like 50 year old tired, down people when they are told that we don't need to clean the backyard right now. We told them for weeks that we would get to it "someday". But if you know how much Scott works and how exact he keeps the Sabbath Day holy, you will know that there will NEVER be a time for Scott to clean the backyard. The missionaries said, "Get us a trailer, we will have this done in A DAY." I said, "Maybe next week." They said, "No today. RIGHT NOW. Let's go!" I tried to tell them that the heat wave we are going through right now is not the best time to work outside. I tried to tell them that it was too much work. I tried to tell them NO, no...no no no no....I didn't want anyone to have to clean our mess. I definitely was EMBARRASSED that we let it get that messy. I also know that it may be hazardous back there and I didn't want them to get hurt.
They are stronger and in better shape than most of the world. They also believe they are invincible. They aren't afraid of a little (A LOT of) dirt or (SUPER HOT) heat. They just started working. Like the minute they decided it was going to get done, they just did it. Non stop! Shoveling, hammering, sweeping, lifting, cutting, WORKING!!! Okay!!! WOW!!! I did a couple things, but they worked HARD, in the heat of the day, without a break. I had a basketball scheduling meeting to go to, so, I had prepared a WONDERFUL beef stew in the Crockpot. It simmered all day. It's Andrew's favorite, and he requested it or I probably wouldn't have made it on a 110 degree day. It was good to make, though, since I didn't have to do anything while I was at my meeting.
When I got home, it was after 7pm and they were still working. (Scott was home and they were trying to suspend all of his duck decoys in an old trampoline mat from an old oak tree, so that the rats will not be able to get to them). That's so funny to me, WHO would ever think of that???? But it didn't work, the branch seemed pretty dead and ready to break at any moment!
I said, "You haven't eaten yet!!" I knew they were hungry!!! I said, "Get in here and eat some stew." (My stew is more like soup because I don't thicken it.) Elder Adams came in, sweaty, hot, exhausted, hungry (and with a headache), looked at the food....and was not exactly thrilled. It was TOO hot of a day to eat BOILING hot soup. But, like the good missionary he is, he took it with no complaints. Elder Johnson also got a bowl. We decided to eat out in the front yard because the house was so hot. The sun was going down, so it wasn't bright out, either. One of the couches we were throwing away was in the front yard, so everyone was fairly comfortable. I remembered that Scott and my kids all like crackers in their soup, so I went and found some. I offered, probably pushing the missionaries to take some crackers. I don't use very much seasoning when I cook, so people usually put salt and pepper or Slap Yo Momma on their own food at the table. Crackers are salty, so they help. Also, because the broth is thin, crackers make it more filling or thick. Elder Adams took some, Elder Johnson did not. Scott came out to eat a few minutes after we had already started. I never eat crackers, so I was really enjoying my soup. Elder Johnson liked his, too. Elder Adams, too polite to not eat what he was served, kept eating. He had a sour look on his face and I asked, "What, you don't like my cooking?" He was too polite to say his stew was a bowl of NASTY DISGUSTING stuff that smelled like turpentine! He kept eating. Remember, he also was in the beginning stages of a PAINFUL migraine headache. He sat at the couch, hunched over, eating dutifully, aching in pain. Scott came and sat down and was about to take a bite when he noticed on his spoon a wormy maggoty thing (it was actually what is known as a pantry moth larva). Scott didn't eat his spoonful, but announced to us what was happening in his bowl...there were many of them. Elder Adams put his bowl down....very quickly. Elder Johnson and I looked at each other, at first kinda thinking Scott was kidding. I even nagged at Scott a bit not to waste his food, that meat is expensive and not to give it to the dog. I wanted him to just scoop off the crackers and still eat the meat and veggies. He refused. He said it also smelled horrible. Elder Johnson and I KNEW the soup didn't smell horrible and actually tasted pretty tasty. Then Elder Adams started spitting...just a little. He didn't throw up, but he also did not look very good. I feel really bad about it now, but we laughed about it (not Elder Adams) for at LEAST 10 minutes. We laughed so hard that my sides started to hurt. I was hoping he would join in the laughter with us, but he never ever did. He never even smiled about it. He did not see ANY humor in it. He felt ill. No other words for it, just sick, sick to his stomach, after eating bad tasting food and even sicker after figuring out what he had ingested!!! He's tough, though. He kept working to move the bees after everyone else was done eating. This was the first time we've ever had missionaries over when one of them didn't say, "Thanks for dinner!" Sam, our dog, didn't even eat the stew Elder Adams tried to give him!!!
The missionaries didn't come back here after taking the bees across town so I never got to say good bye or see if Elder Adams was ok. I started to worry. I couldn't sleep over worry for what had happened. I felt bad that I had hurt my friend. I thought I was going to lose my friend. If that happened to me....not sure how forgiving I'd be either!
Wonder how long it will take for Elder Adams to think this story is funny? Wonder when or if he will ever eat a cracker again. Wonder if he will ever eat beef stew again. We are signed up to have them over for dinner again soon, wonder if they will show up???
9/6/15
Second Football Game
Bradley's team played in Susanville against the Lassen Grizzlies and won 35-0. Bradley had two passes thrown his way, but they were both out of reach. He didn't have any receptions, but that also means he didn't get injured!
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| he was on some of the kick off and punt teams....you cant see him in this picture, I don't think, but he's over by the kicker |
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| in the huddle waiting for the quarterback to tell them the play |
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| going out for a pass (far right) |
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| on the far left this time |
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| he dove back to try to make the catch, but it hit the ground as he caught it. |
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| running his route |
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| over thrown and out of bounds |
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| lined up for a long pass |
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| TOO long, he didn't catch it, was just out of his reach, if he would have caught it running, he would have probably had a touchdown |
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| he was happy with the win! (and the sweatshirt and snacks we brought him for the bus ride home, it was freezing on the bus, he said! |
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| walking to the locker room |
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| A view of the stadium from where we parked. Susanville is a cute little town. |
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