Packing vs UNpacking

Packing is one of those enivitable things that happen in everyone's life. I however have done it more times than most. I have moved about 16 times that I remember. All in the same city too.

I moved out of the city of McKinney! (gasp) No worries, I am moving one city over. Closer to work, and to church. Plus I am liking the new apartments. They are very friendly, and pretty. They have great parking (this matters at 1am).

Packing however still sucks. I hate living out of boxes. Having only a 10th of your normal stuff to use. My whole front room is boxes/bags for tomorrow so my friends helping me move will just have to shove it in the trucks. The move was good. About 8 people helped me move. I know the hardest part was after all my furniture was out of the old apartment, and I had to clean and remove all the little things from the old apartment. I was so tired by that point that I almost collapsed.

All in all I finished, exhausted, but home. I counted the number of stairs I took. My old apartment has 2 stairwells of 19 stairs, and my new apartment just has 19 stairs.

2 * 19 = 38 (number of stairs) * 26 (times I went up the stairs) * 2 (because I had to come down also) = 1976 steps of the old apartment alone = 1 MILE OF STAIRS.

Not to forget the other stairwell that I went up and down, but I forgot to count those times. So about a mile and half of stairs. Now thats hard enough, but add carrying boxes, bags, and heavy/awkward things down the stairs, and then running back up. I really don't know what I was thinking.

Now I'm i the new apartment, and I have to unpack. I' not going to lie I'm not quite done yet, and I'm ok with it. I figure after living in boxes for 2 weeks, another day isn't going to hurt anything. I'm mostly unpacked, but it's things like my craft baxes that I haven't put away. Partly because I don't know where I am going to put them yet. I will know soon, because the boxes are bugging the crap out of me.

I must say that I like to unpack, and I love putting things away in a new place, but I learned that I am throwing away so much paper, and boxes. Thats the bad part about unpacking. The pile of boxes that you have to get rid of.

One day soon I will be done, and then pictures will be soon to follow. I love my new apartment, It's bigger, and closer to everything I do.

Proud to be a daughter

So tonight my Mother got her Young Women Recognition Award. If you don't know what it is, it is an award celebrating a young woman (normally ages 12-18) for completing all of her goals in her personal progress. You complete 6 experiences in the 8 values:

1. Faith
2. Divine Nature
3. Individual Worth
4. Knowledge
5. Choice and Accountability
6. Good Works
7. Integrity
8. Virtue

Some experiences include paying tithing, be a peace maker, participate in family history, learning a new skill, study the Young Women's Theme,  giving service to others, fasting, and prepare to be worthy to enter the temple. The colors represent each value they correlate to. These values is what Young Women learn and strive to live. 

Young Women Medallion

Now I received my Recognition when I was in high school. But my mom wasn't able to attend all the meetings required when she was in high school. Her ward was in Greenville, and she lived in McKinney (yes even all the way back then she was still in McKinney) about 53 miles away, which is really hard to drive on a school night. So tonight she was recognized as doing all the requirements to get the medallion. 

When she walked across the rostrum I was so proud. I'm not her mother, but I can truly say that I know what pride goes through a mother as she watches her child achieve something. No I didn't push her to get the award, she wanted to do it on her own; but I know the struggles she went through to receive the award. I have also been there, gone through the struggles and had the elation of achieving the goal. 

I am proud to say that both the Women in my family have received our Young Women Medallion. It's a tradition in our family now. One that I cherish.

Running

So I was watching the Olympic Trials for the Marathon the other day when I found myself saying out loud

I want to run a marathon...did I just say that?

Yes I said those exact words! To hear those words come out of my mouth is like a tiny miracle, and part insane.

1. I hate running just to run. I think it is evil. I don't see the point in it.
2. The only time I like to run is when playing a sport, because then you are not running, you are playing.
3. Running on a treadmill might be the death of me. At least if I have to run I want to feel the breeze of the wind on my face.

My inspiration

Now saying all this I still really do want to run in a marathon. All 26.2 miles. All the crazy hills, and sore feet; the time when you want to give up because you hurt, and the times that your body is screaming out in pain and you are wondering how you keep taking that next step, but all in all you don't want to give up.

So I know I am not in the kind of shape that I can just go out and run for a long period of time. Heck I have never been in that kind of shape. I think the longest run I have ever been on was for soccer in 10th grade, we ran for 40 minutes straight and I thought that was a long time. So I have been reading up on how to prepare for running greater distances. 

Now that I have committed myself to run, I find myself watching every movie/show and just wanting to run. But I have one tiny problem. My shoes are already packed. So I have promised myself that my running shoes are going to be the first things unpacked in my new apartment. So I can start on my journey to a marathon. 

I may change. In fact I hope I do! I want to change into someone who loves to run, who sees the freedom that running brings, and who can loose themselves in the exercise. 

Lost in the Sunset

Tonight as i got home I looked out my window to see the most amazing sunset.

I already think I have the best view in the city, but this just proves it!
The colors are amazing! The blends of the yellows to the pinks. I love them all

All these pictures were from 7:25-7:58pm. What a sight.

ok, I'm done being single

Yesterday was an interesting day. I woke up early to leave with enough time to get to work early to get a little bit of OT in. Everything was going great, and I even was having an ok morning, eggo's were good, and I packed my lunch. I went down to my car, and thats when things went wrong.

Torii(my car) started just fine. But as I was pulling out of my apartments I remembered that one of my tires was low, so I went to a gas station to get air in my car. I pull in, and for some reason instead of adding air to my tire, it really deflated it. So I drive (rather slowly now) to another gas station not too far away. I fill up the no flat tire, and the light didn't go off. So I kept filling up the tire that I thought was low.  I filled the tire for a long time, and the low light never went away. None of the other tires seemed low, and I don't own a tire gauge (don't worry I'm buying one soon.) So I tried to add air to the other front tire. Nothing changed. Finally I called a friend to come help me. As I got off the phone a nice man came and asked me if I needed help. He had a gauge, and saw that my two front tires were overfilled! The one that I had put the more air in was actually WAY over inflated. So he fixed both of them to the normal level. Thank you! But the low tire light was still on, and I needed to get to work. Finally Cleave arrived, and he helped me fill the only tire that looked fine, and was actually the low one (go figure.)

So why am I ready to not be single any more? I am really rather done with having to take care of all the "manly" things. I didn't grow up with a man in the house, and IDK all the inner workings of a car. When to get an oil change, when to replace my tires, how to know what tire needs filling. Things like that. I am ready to cook for some one other than myself. To keep track of two schedules.

Being single has been and still is really fun, however there comes a time when being single and free isn't so freeing anymore, and you become ready to take the next step in life. I think I am at that point in time.

Food Glorious Food

I came home tonight hungry. This is a great sign for me. Why? #1 It means that I didn't buy dinner. #2 It means that I want something from home. I looked through my pantry, and there isn't much. I'm getting ready to move, so I don't want a lot of food to have to move along with all the furniture that I have acquired.

crescent rolls with meat

So I found some pre-made meat, and then some crescent rolls, and I decided to make meat in a blanket.

pre oven

They turned out GREAT! I threw them in the oven for a little longer then they said because I learned that they take longer to cook.

right out of the oven. They smelled Great!

When they were done I dipped them in spaghetti sauce. This is so exciting for me! I can cook! I don't mind eating my own food, and reheating my own food. PLUS I can save money. WOO HOO.