My Kentucky driver license expired a few months ago, but I just kept putting off a new one. For this, I had to change my name, get a new social security card and order an official birth certificate which cost me an arm and a leg. I mean I needed to get all those things anyway, but this whole process has been dreadful.
So I got all of the necessary files and papers and headed to the DMV last Friday, but if you remember from a previous post, they aren’t open fridays. That stunk because I took off work for nothing.
So today I decided I’d get it done. I got here at about nine thirty and it’s ten thirty and I’m still waiting.
If something goes wrong and I can’t get the license today, I may or may not be furious and forever frustrated.
This week for FHE, T.J. and I got J-Dawgs to go and brought it to Kiwanis Park. This is where T.J. first told me he loved me, you probably don’t care or might want to vomit out of cheesiness, but the point is, I love this park.
After we ate, we played Scrabble. I have a Scrabble application on my phone, which I love playing, but I am terrible. And turns out, I am even worse when I play the actual board game. T.J. killed me.
But to be fair, T.J. didn’t always play by the rules. Luckily for him though, I wouldn’t pay too much attention to what he laid down, so when I realized his words were not legit, it was always too late.
https://katiederrick.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/12/logo.png00Katiehttps://katiederrick.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/12/logo.pngKatie2010-08-17 22:30:202010-08-17 22:30:20FHE: Scrabble Night
Sometimes I feel that my life lacks the peace it greatly needs. I fill it with noise, whether through the TV or with my iPod. And lately, I feel like I am stressing about a lot of things like T.J.’s tuition or school, so I don’t take enough time to listen to the Spirit and feel the peace that the gospel can bring.
A couple nights ago for my scripture study, I decided to learn a little more about this and how I can do better.
I turned to 3 Nephi 11. If you remember, this is when the people gathered together in Bountiful and discussed the coming of their Lord. They witnessed the prophesied signs and experienced the three days of darkness. Usually Heavenly Father speaks through messengers, such as Christ, the Holy Ghost, Angels, or prophets. But this time, because Christ was about to appear to the people of Nephi, he himself testified of Christ.
But when Heavenly Father spoke to them, they didn’t understand it. It took Him three times to actually get through to them.
There could be a number of reasons why the people did not understand the voice of Heavenly Father right away, but I think one reason is to show us that we must tune out the noises of the world and also, be actively listening for His voice.
Heavenly Father is always there for us. Sometimes I forget this. When my life is hectic and hard, I forget where to turn. But by placing all of our troubles and relying completely on the Lord, we can be blessed and feel the peace that the gospel brings.
I truly testify of this and invite you to seek for peace in your life through the Gospel of Jesus Christ. You have a Heavenly Father who is there and who is listening.
1. My Macbook that I have had for 4, going on 5, years is sick. It froze on me the other day. I had to force it to shut down by holding down the power button. When I turned it back on, all that would come up was a gray screen. No mouse. No spinning thing. Just the gray screen. Then it would get really hot and out of control.
I took it to some mac specialists (the only Apple store is too far away). Anyway, he said it’s probably a hard drive problem. I hope it’s fixable. But if for reason it’s not, of course I haven’t backed up my hard drive yet with my new external hard drive that I got after the terrible lost hard drive incident a few months back. I’ve tried to back it up a few times, but each time there are problems, I can’t figure it out, and then I give up. I think I might cry for the rest of my life if I lose everything.
2. After having Hannah over for dinner the other night, I sent her a text saying, something like, “Hey, it was fun to have you all over tonight.” She gave me a brief response. I was afraid I had done something wrong or hurt her feelings because the response was so short. So I texted Hannah back, “I’m sorry we’re boring, but I hope you still had fun.”
Hannah’s text said, “This is T.J. silly.”
I was so confused. Why was T.J. over at Hannah’s house? I look more closely at the text. I had been texting T.J. instead of Hannah the whole time, and didn’t even realize it after a few texts.
I’m an idiot.
3. Last night I was going to make lightly breaded pork chops with scalloped potatoes. Well, I didn’t read the recipe. I just read the ingredients and mixed them all together. Then I realized I wasn’t supposed to mix the egg in with the breaded mixture, I was supposed to dip the pork chops into the egg and then the mixture. Well, I figured it all goes to the same place, so I’m sure it’ll be fine.
The breaded pork chops turned into basically this: A biscuit, then a pork chop, then a biscuit. The biscuits burned in approximately 2 minutes, the pork was no where near being done, and the biscuit junk was slipping all over the place.
I turned off the burner, dumped the biscuit pork chop sandwiches in the garbage, and told T.J., “We’re having cereal tonight.”
4. While I was shaving my legs, my razor somehow shaved off a tiny part of my finger nail. Just thinking about it makes me sick.
https://katiederrick.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/12/logo.png00Katiehttps://katiederrick.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/12/logo.pngKatie2010-08-12 20:04:272010-08-12 20:04:27Random stories that made me feel like an idiot.
Yesterday, T.J. and I ran into an old friend on campus, who was with a friend. We had a funny moment that I thought I would share.
T.J.: So, what are you up to?
Friend: Just running some errands.
(T.J. thought she said, “Just running with Maren.”)
T.J. to her friend: Oh, I’m assuming you’re Maren.
Silence for a couple of seconds. No one could understand what he was talking about. I broke the silence because it was getting so awkward.
Katie: Well, that was weird. We’ll see you around.
When we were walking away, I asked T.J. was the heck he was talking about. He replied, “Well, she said she was running with Maren…” Then it hit him. “Ohhh, running some errands.”
You’d be proud of us. Right after dinner we went to the living room and had another real FHE.
This week we sang “I am a Child of God.” It turned into a singing competition, clearly. T.J. sang (pretended to sing) bass. I just sang really loud. And at the end of the hymn, T.J. said, “Wow, I’m a really good singer.”
Then we opened up the newlywed FHE book again. We found one called “Show, not Tell.” That sounded intriguing. It said the following:
When you let the love you have for your spouse wither and die, you are apostatizing from your marriage covenant. You have as much responsibility to keep your love alive as you do to keep your testimony of the gospel alive. How do you keep this love alive? One way is to show it! Create a list of the different ways you can show love to each other. Discuss what you have written, then identify the top ten ways to show love. Now cut the list in half, and each of you take half. Commit to use those five ways to show love during the coming week.
Here’s T.J.’s list, the ones that are circled are what we chose for him to focus on this week:
To clarify a few things, we didn’t circle the temple, praying, or studying the scriptures because those are obvious ones that we always work on. And also, an inverted kiss is where you put in your lips like a person without teeth and kiss. It’s very bizarre/awful/hilarious.
Anyway, it was actually a cute activity and was nice to talk about what we think we needed to work on. And to finish, we studied our scriptures and went for a Snowie with spare change!
21 days, or 504 hours, or 30,240 minutes left of summer.
Where did it go? Remember one of my posts way back in June when I listed some summer goals for the weekend? Did I do them that weekend? No. Did I do them this summer? NO!
So, now it’s crunch time! I made a list of ten things I’m going to do them in this short time that I have left. Please hold me up to it, so I really do it.
Read Hunger Games. I’m going to sit up on the couch so I don’t fall asleep like I usually do when I try to read.
Hike Mount Timp, the whole thing. I want to be able to say I’ve done it!
Go camping with T.J.’s siblings and their spouses
Visit the Springville hot springs
Have one more snow cone
Go swimming at least one more time
Play a round of tennis without throwing a tantrum
Take the moonlight sundance ski lift ride with T.J.
Play laser tag with Ryan and our old friends up in the canyon.
https://katiederrick.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/12/logo.png00Katiehttps://katiederrick.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/12/logo.pngKatie2010-08-09 04:40:122010-08-09 04:40:1221 days
For some reason, I’m always scared someone is in my house or out to get me. All the time. And, it’s getting progressively worse. Whenever I hear a noise in the house, I close my eyes and ask T.J. what it was. It’s always just our neighbors, or the dishwasher, but for some reason, it won’t let up.
(Sidebar: I literally JUST heard screams outside! What the heck!?)
Anyway, I’m not sure when this started. Years ago, though. Sometimes when I was little and I was practicing the piano, I thought I saw ghosts out of the corner of my eye at the end of our hallway passing between the rooms. When I turned to look though, they weren’t there. But, I still would freak myself out.
Also, I’m scared when I go out that creepy men will kidnap and R me. Whenever I see one in a parking lot, I pull out my keys so I’m ready to jab them if they try. I used to carry pepper spray on my key chain, but I lost it about a year ago.
I can’t watch ANY scary movies, I still picture the girl in the ring coming out of my TV and the little girl in The Sixth Sense under my bed.
Lastly, I always think T.J. is going to try to scare me. I think he’s going to pop out at me, or sneak in when he comes home. He never does, he never has, but still, my crazy mind tells me he will. (Probably because I had roommates AND a fatherwho would do that to me!)
So because of this horror that I have created for myself, I make sure the doors are always locked at home, even when I’m inside.
But tonight, I came home and the back door was unlocked. Bad news bears. And now that I’m thinking about it, what if a rapist is reading this right now and sees that my husband doesn’t lock the doors? Well, let me tell you that it was just this once!!! And be warned it will never happen again, because I gave T.J. a nice little talk about how we ALWAYS lock the doors in our house, and as soon as we aren’t in debt, we will have a security system.
Well, to end the story, I made T.J. go around the different rooms to search for boogeymen and/or intruders.
P.S. Looking up the spelling of boogeymen on google didn’t help the situation. Lots of terrible pictures came up.
