The Mighty Phone..

Yesterday, when the weather was nice I took A to the park across the street. He played and played. It was great. Then he had to use the restroom but the ones at the park were locked so that meant I needed to pick him up and get him home quick. As we were crossing the street A tripped. A car was coming so I picked him up again and got across the street as fast as I could. Well at that same time my phone slipped out of my pocket onto the street. Please please miss my phone...nope. That wasn't to be. It seemed like the car aimed right for my phone and ran it over. All I could do was watch as my phone did a little flip into the air. Then another car ran over it. Great, now I have to spend money to buy another phone. J is not going to like it. Telling A to stay on the sidewalk I ran out into the street and grabbed my phone. Examining it the outside had scratches on it and the screen wasn't broken. I wonder..so J called me and guess what? The phone still worked! So here is to you my mighty pink motorolla phone. Although you were dropped and ran over in the street, you took it like a champ and are still working. WAHOO!!

Still trying

It's been a year and a half now since we decided we wanted another kid. So I decided to call my doctor's office to figure out what to do now that we knew the results of J's test. I ended up playing phone tag for a couple of days but finally got my answer. "You'll need to lose about 10 lbs. then come in and we'll start you on medication." Lovely. So now I'm trying to fight off the depression of still needing to lose weight and still trying to get pregnant. Yeah. I've been good about exercising, but I don't seem to be losing the weight. The doctors office recommended I could try Weight Watchers. We don't have the extra money for that kind of program. SO I guess I'm just going to have to exercise harder and eat less.

I want...

So A and I went shopping for groceries today. He loves this little trip as it gives him a chance to get out of the house. He's pretty good in the store and loves to chat people up. After we got home and had taken the groceries in he started to talking about pet. Pet? Who's pet? "My dad is going to get me a pet. A dog. A white dot. A white dog with white stripes." Okay.. that's news to me. J and I have been talking about getting a dog. We can't quite decide if we should or not. A has taken it all to heart and seems to think he's getting one. Maybe he is, maybe he isn't.

Sunday Talks

J and I gave our talks this last Sunday. My talk was on Food Storage and J's was on finance. Things were going okay for me right up until I started talking about my Grandma. Then came on the water works. I totally lost my composure. It took me a while to recover. I haven't had to give a talk in church for over seven years. So the nervousness of being up there combined with the emotions I felt for my Grandma were a little overwhelming. Eventually I was able to finish giving my talk. After my talk they did a rest hymn so while we were singing I asked J how my make-up looked. Without even looking at me "You look fine." Yeah I knew better so I pulled out my mirror and noticed that my right eye looked like it had been hit. With that knowledge the rest of my confidence was gone. Luckily J is better at speaking publicly then I was so he was able to get through his talk with ease. After Sacrament everyone kept telling us how good our talks were, yet I had a feeling they were trying to let me know that it's okay to cry when talking about a lost grandma. Hopefully it'll be another seven years before we have to give talks again.

Dentist Visit

So today J and I went to the dentist. For J it was a routine check-up for me , it was my first visit in almost 13 years. Yes mother, it has been almost 13 years since I have allowed myself to go to the dentist. I had some bad experiences with the dentist when I was younger. I remember going to the dentist once when I was about 15 and during my exam I broke down to the point where they had to have my mom come in the room to get me to calm down. So today I went in there with a fear of having a total breakdown resulting in my utter humiliation and increasing my desire to not see a dentist. I was almost in tears when they took me to the back room. I was dreading all the work they were going to have to tell me, the teeth they were going to have to pull. They took x-rays and then proceeded to clean my teeth. They had TVs in the ceiling so I was able to just sit back and zone. I had the volume so loud on the headset my ears were ringing but I figured that was better then having to hear the drilling of the dentist tools. After getting the dental hygienist cleaned and polished my teeth the dentist came in. "Oh great here it goes," was my thinking. "Well Beeka, looks pretty good. You don't have any cavities. Just some plaque build up and we'll get that taken care of."
HOLY CRAP!!! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?? Not seeing the dentist for so long I was sure I had a mouth full of horror that was just going to take so much time and dentist visits to set everything right again I just knew I would be miserable. Thank goodness that's not the case!