Boulder Holders, Pesto, and Packing

You know what I am finding that I like the LEAST at my job? Hair. Not as in I don't like to do it, but as in it gets EVERYWHERE and then comes home with me. It's really nasty to discover that you have a hairy belly button when you go to jump in the shower and even more disgusting when you realize it's not even yours! The hair even gets stuck in my clothes sometimes which really makes for an uncomfortable evening. And the worst part, is when you wash them, and all the hair is still there. . . Like in your bra. Talk about feeling like your strapped to a cactus! So, I had to do something I HATE doing tonight. I had to go bra shopping. I absolutely abhor shopping for bras. It's embarrassing, uncomfortable, and I always spend about six hours in the dressing room trying to figure out what size I actually am because I waited so long from the last event that the label on the old one is completely unreadable. (*Whew! that was a mouth full!*) Does anyone else do that? Any ways, that's how I spent my evening after work - trying to be invisible in the unmentionable isle at Walmart. . .

I made Fetticini with pesto sauce and grilled chicken for dinner last night. I was SOOO excited to find a quick pesto packet that was gluten free! I tell you, they put Wheat in almost EVERYTHING these days. Anyways, it was really, really yummy. Joshua even liked it. I liked how it smelled like Pizza with out the tomatoey aroma. But, I didn't like how I was tasting basil for the next six hours every time I slightly hiccuped or burped. Brownies and Pesto don't taste very good in the same mouthful. . .

Packing. I've been doing it a lot lately. We decided that we haven't had enough adventures lately, so we have decided to move. Again. Actually, the real story is that we are in a financial mess and are trying to remedy the situation. So we are probably going to move back into our old house or get an apartment for a little bit to save money and try to figure out where the heck we are suppose to be. We pretty much feel that our time here in Lucerne has come to an end, but we aren't quite sure where we are suppose to go yet. I guess that is just part of the adventure. I can definitely say that it will not be easy to leave this place, especially if we have to go back to where we were before. Talk about sacrifice! But I just remind myself that I promised to obey the law of sacrifice when I went to the temple and I know the blessings will come if I don't complain the whole way through it. Besides, it's not like we are loosing this house. It will still be ours. We just won't be living in it. I'm practicing being optimistic and trying to see the good in everything, even if my life is starting to resemble a few nightmares that would wake anybody up from a deep sleep. If I try to see the humor, the laughter will keep me from crying, right?