Helllooo?

I haven't really updated as to what's been going on in life. I don't actually have computer access anymore, unless I'm at work. That being said, I'm not sure anyone even reads this, so I could be typing to hear my own... voice? typing? haha. I understand.


Here are some things that are new(er) in my life.

I was called to be a Relief Society Instructor... Poor girls...
I am officially a Wild land fire fighter. That's right, this small and simple girl, can go on dispatch!
I now work a second job, at Exempla Good Samaritan Medical Center. I am in the PACU as a tech.
I am still preparing to go on a mission
I am counting my blessings
The TB saga continues
I really do not enjoy having cold hands.


I was called to be a Relief Society Instructor... Poor girls...
Imagine my surprise, when the 2nd councelor of the Bishopric calls me and says he needs to meet with me, and it's urgent.
Further, imagine my surprise when he tells me that he can meet me at my house. It's that important.
Well, I'm either going to get a call to repentence or I'm going to receive a calling. I wasn't sure which to hope for. As of that point, I held only the calling of FHE committee member and love it. FHE is like home to me, having served on a committee or as a chairmen since I first began attending YSA wards. I did not want to be released. But. I didn't want to be called to repentence urgently enough that I have to be sought out by the Priesthood holders in my Bishopric, that would be embarassing.
Brother Fischer came a-knockin' and dropped the bomb. "You are being called to be an instructor in the Relief Society" He tells me.
I laugh. Hahaha, no, but really, why are you here?
He repeats himself.
No no no, that can't be right. Have you met me? I don't like to speak formally infront of people. The idea of being responsible to declare Gospel truths to people is a lot. That is a lot of responsibility. What if I say the wrong thing? What if I teach something that isn't Gospel? No no no, wrong, wrong wrong.
to my surprise, I hear a muttered "I accept" leave me lips. WHAT?! I most certainly can't accept! no way!
And my first lesson, I'm told, is Eternal Marriage? Seriously? It couldn't be something a little more relavent to my life? I am not sealed to anyone, my folks weren't sealed. How could I relate this to a group of single women?! Still, I decided to accept. The lesson was... rough. To say the least. I am not a teacher, but I didn't realize how grateful I would be to get a chance to teach. To stretch those muscles, to strengthen that weakness. Because I do want to be a missionary, and to be a missionary means to be a teacher. And I am actually enjoying preparing lessons. It's just the delivery of lessons that I don't yet enjoy.


I am officially a Wild land fire fighter. That's right, this small and simple girl, can go on dispatch!
There isn't really more to this than the headline. I have my red card, but I don't have any of my equipment. I have a hard time justifying spending $400 or more on equipment, when I'm putting my paperwork in, in 11 months. Still, it's pretty cool to be able to say that I am a fire fighter.


I now work a second job, at Exempla Good Samaritan Medical Center. I am in the PACU as a tech.

The hours are ideal Monday - Friday, 0800-1800/1830. They only need me when our patient load is 20+ and I'm PRN. I am enjoying it much more than I expected to. It's easy work, but I'm working on being able to anticipate needs, to be efficient and knowledgable and dependable and likable. It's been fun. I like people. I like talking with people. I like cheering people up. It's lovely.


I am still preparing to go on a mission
holy cow, missions are expensive. I'll have bake sales and car washes and offer to mow lawns, rake leaves, babysit. Whatever I need to do. There's a lot to pay for! And I can't wait! I have been greatly blessed in my preparations. Money has started coming in from least expected places, I got my deposit back from the house. Money from where The Church has graciously paid my knee injury bills in full. (All I've paid has been coming back to me. Which means I can put it toward the mission. there have been some snafu's, but everything will work out. I'm excited to see how.

I am counting my blessings

I have been blessed. With so much more than I deserve

The TB saga continues
I get my next test in October, in the meantime, there's been drama with the fit tests. I had to see the workmans comp doc to make sure I had one that fit. They lost my paperwork. Ridiculous. Shenanigans. It's over. I'm happy. It fits. The end.

I really do not enjoy having cold hands.

Seriously. Cold hands = terrible

Tuberculotic?!

What  a crazy couple of weeks!

But today, the presiding feeling is best surmised in:

 35Now have we not reason to rejoice? Yea, I say unto you, there never were men that had so great reason to rejoice as we, since the world began; yea, and my joy is carried away, even unto boasting in my God; for he has all ^apower, ^ball wisdom, and all understanding; he comprehendeth all things, and he is a ^cmercifulBeing, even unto salvation, to those who will repent and believe on his name.

 36Now if this is ^aboasting, even so will I boast; for this is my life and my light, my joy and my salvation, and my redemption from everlasting wo. Yea, blessed is the name of my God, who has been mindful of this people, who are a ^bbranch of the tree of Israel, and has been ^clost from its body in a strange land; yea, I say, blessed be the name of my God, who has been mindful of us, ^dwanderersin a strange land.

Even so will I boast ... blessed is the name of my God. 

That basically sums up how I feel today. Things are good, happiness is a choice. I am happy. The last few weeks have been really crazy.

I was exposed to Tuberculosis , earlier this week. My supervisor soothed that the likelihood that I would actually contract it was minimal, but given who I am, and my luck, we just couldn't be too sure. I took a skin test, and was directed that if in 48-72 hours, I had any bump at all, it was positive. As I hung up the phone, I knew I needed help. 

"Be prayerful ... You need His help, and you know you need His help. You cannot do it alone" (Pres. Gordon B Hinckley) I offered a quick, but very fearful, heartfelt prayer. 

TB? How will that affect my life? could I still go on a mission? Could I still live my life normally? Who would want to date a girl so contagious, that she has to stay in a negative pressure room, lest she infect everyone else. I started painting a portrait of the rest of my life, without even having a diagnosis, or even a test done yet. 

I took a deep breath and started making calls. Mom, Brother, Home Teacher/Elders Quorum President, Missionaries, Visiting Teacher, Relief Society President, Work, Home Teacher again, Mom again. Work again. And a few friends. I needed help. A ride to Denver to get the test. A blessing from whoever would be able. And general support. I emailed my partner, who, of course, was out of the country when this went down. 

I prayed again. Within an hour, things started to line up. The Elders dropped their tasks to come give me a blessing. My work sent an ambulance to pick me up and take me to get the test. The grapevine / phone tree was working it's magic.

Three days later, I was shocked. I had a 3-4 mm bump. I was positive.

What the shenanigans! I am not supposed to be tuberculotic! I asked for help! I prayed. I trusted. 2/3 of those, I typically don't do! I went to get the test officially read. Then I went to take a nap. A few hours later, I received another call. Though I had a 3-4 mm bump, I was deemed negative! NEGATIVE! After I'd been told positive! 

I would have to repeat the test ever 3 months for a year, but I was out of the clear. What a blessing! 

Prayer changes things. 

Other things in the last few weeks:

Back injury at work. Ouch. Self medicating with hot tub and ice cream therapy!

Lost my phone. Just ordered a new one today

I made it until July 18 before I had a mosquito bite! Now I have about 3 million. 

My life is exciting.

PS. Harry Potter was incredible!!