Random Pictures from the Last Month

Woah! I can't believe how fast the month goes! I hate bloggers like me. We haven't been up to a whole lot. Just live. Just livin' it and waiting in Limbo Land while Troy works on his portfolio and we figure out where we need to be and what we need to be doing. In the meantime:

Rock helped me dry apples. Oh the help of a two year old- one step forward 5 steps backward

And he made us laugh, many times.

We made Rocky a bed. It's almost perfect. It cost about $25 to make it out of solid wood (pine) and we needed to get him off the floor since we are in the basement and it's hobo (spider) season

We went to Rigby lake with Fred & Nita and Charles & Nancy. These babes are all just weeks apart. So cute! Otto, you heartbreaker, you!

Alterier motives for the trip: The men wanted to scuba dive in the lake

Rocky thought Charly was the coolest.

Harvy has become part of the family and the official scapegoat. Who ate my candy bar? Harvy. Who farted? It was Harvy. Who took over my spot on the bed? Harvy again.

Funny cat. We like him. But we like cats. We are the cat people that sitcoms poke fun at. He is the only cat I've had who's willing to come back after I throw him off the my lap while I run to the bathroom. I step on his tail like all the time and he just acts mildly annoyed. Crazy. 

More help from Rockwell. We are not ready for potty training but we're trying to help him not be afraid of it. Anyways I guess mostly he just wanted to do what I was doing- cleaning the toilet.

Rocky can identify different engines as they drive past our apartment complex (and there are man) he loves to exclaim "bike" "truck" "car" "train" (we are uncomfortably close to the train tracks) and he loves to ride daddy's bike around the parking lot. But mostly I guess he just loves hat, which really explains the next two pictures.

  

This is how Troy looks at me when I make him salads for lunch. Just kidding. This is how Troy looks at me when I interrupt his salad eating by taking a picture of him and threatening to put it on the blog for the world to see

I can do hard things!!!

Forgive my urge to write for a minute. It has been a means of comfort for me in the past and I haven't done it for a while. The problem is that things at work aren't going well for me. I've worked there for two months. I love it! I love the people I work with I love working with the costumers, the brides, everything. It's a great job and I'm soooo grateful for it. Well, I'm afraid I still havn't quite gotten the hang of it and just got strike two in a situation that feels more like baseball than is comfortable. I won't go into the details, but it's really gotten me down this weekend. Lots of tears, frustration, taking to Troy, beating myself up, running through the mistakes over and over, thoughts of quiting and finding a new job, etc.
The thought of being fired to me is synonymous with failure! I don't fail! So now what do I do? Pre-emptive strike and quite before I have to explain in my future job interviews about being fired? Or do I keep going? Well, that's been my weekend. Today was different, though. I had the day off so I was doing dishes and brooding over my misfortunes when it hit me.... I've felt this before many times, and where has it gotten me? I'll tell you where it's gotten me...
It's gotten me to leave home, work on a ranch and become the one of the best (and youngst) draft horse team driver of that year. I didn't think I could do it. It was a scary job for someone so young. I remember many tears and many prayers.
It drove me to become a darn good pizza maker and manager of that pizza store. It's gotten me through two chemistry classes, and loads of tests in school. I've bought a home, sold it and bought another one starting out with no idea how to do all the paper work. I've also learned to navigate a completely new city, learned to cut rebar and build domes (earning quite large biceps in the process), thrived in a close-quarter office setting, handled classrooms of crazy kids, learned to get a long with many bosses and many co-workers. AND to top it all of I did graduate from College with the degree I wanted.
So what's my point? Each time I've felt exactly like I do now - that failure is just around the corner, and every time it's been a turning point for me to decide that it wasn't around the corner and that I was going to conquer these tasks-not for the money, not for the recognition, but because I DON'T FAIL! and I don't quit! I will not put up with it! This is my turning point.... selling dresses will not get the better of me!