Friday, September 30, 2011

A Brief Testimony

I had the amazingly wonderful experience to share my testimony when I performed with the choir you hear in this video. I know the Book of Mormon to be true. I know it is the word of God. I believe it with all my heart. So watch the video!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K7-XVLs6u-c

If you are impressed and want to hear/see more, go here and buy tickets to our Christmas concert!

Saturday, September 24, 2011

Who Needs Clothes Anyway?

I need to get this off my chest. I apologize if this is redundant to anyone, it's just on my mind right now.

I don't like to shop for clothes. Or shoes. This is mainly due to the fact that I am not a "normal" size. Technically, my girth is "average" per se, but my length is anything but. You know all those cute drop-waisted sweaters or dresses you see? They aren't drop-waisted on me. The hit at my waist. Or an empire waist with princess seams on a dress? (much like my wedding dress) Those seam lines hit right in the middle of my chest. No, I am NOT well-endowed, far from it actually.

The last time I bought jeans, I ordered them online because that is the only place where I can find extra long lengths. I love my jeans too, they fit great, and are super comfy.

I don't buy shirts anymore. I always have to buy a large or xl just to have extra length, and then I'm swimming in it every other way possible. Don't get me started on the whole modesty thing either. It bugs the snot out of me that in order to wear something even remotely in fashion (or even very out-dated) I have to wear an undershirt or some sort of cover-up. Why can't clothing designers make modest clothes? It's not that hard. It doesn't add that much fabric.

And shoes! Holy cow are shoes a nightmare! I can't buy shoes online because you never really know how they will fit. And shoes are only cute when they are a size 6-8. Heck, even 9's look better than my monstrous 11's. Not to leave out those who wear 10's, I feel your pain. I wore 10's my freshman year of high school. Half of my regular shoes are men's sizes and styles. I wear men's boots, pants, and jacket to work. So I like to feel like a woman at say, church, or on a date with my husband.

I haven't legitimately updated my wardrobe in years. I am still wearing skirts from high school. I just get really discouraged to look at clothes on the rack or online and know that the skirts that come to the model's knees would only go mid-thigh on me.

Here's where it gets a little mushy-gushy touchy-feely spiritual. After Women's Conference tonight, I know that I am not forgotten. Although it sure feels like it at times, I am remembered in Heavenly Father's eyes. Maybe when it was my turn to come to earth, I just got stretched during the transport.

I may be over 6 feet tall, but by golly, I love wearing my 4 inch heels to church!

Thursday, September 1, 2011

Sleep, It's a Wonderful Thing

I can't begin to tell you how much I love sleep.

I love it. I'm obsessed with it.

It's one of my favorite hobbies.

And the last couple of nights, I've gotten some.

You see, for many years now, I have not been able to sleep throughout the entire night. Not that there were noises or other influences to wake me up. I would just wake up because that's what my body was used to from working 24-48 hour shifts on the ambulance.

But lately things have been getting out of hand. I would fall asleep like normal around 10pm. And I would be sound asleep until anywhere between 1 and 3am. I wake up for no apparent reason, and most of the time, I lay in bed, tossing and turning trying to fall back asleep. This would go on for weeks on end.

I can't tell you for sure what has changed within the last week. All I know is that I'm sleeping throughout the night. It is glorious. On days that I work, I'm not dragging my feet through the door and being a total grump the first 3 hours of my shift. And on days that I don't work, I have energy to get out of bed and actually do stuff around the house. Like laundry, or the dishes, or write about sleeping.

So it's good, this thing called sleep. I suggest you try it.


I even had the energy to get up and make pancakes for breakfast! Who knew sleep could do that?