Saturday, October 6, 2012

Pinterest Pin: Slow Cooker Boiled Peanuts

If you live in the South then you know how YUMMY boiled peanuts are. And how time consuming it is to make them at home. Personally, I'd never heard of boiled peanuts before moving to the South. Roasted peanuts, yes, but not boiled. My preference now? Oh, boiled by far!!!

I've tried making them at home before but it's really a drag because it takes a long time to process them. And, like you, my time is precious. For quite sometime we've just relegated ourselves to purchasing them from the occasional 'Boiled Peanut Vendor'. We have our favorites and those that have been deemed 'no repeat'. Hey, it takes talent to get the right amount of salt! :D

Some time ago I seen a Pin on Pinterest for making them in a slow cooker. This week I spotted green peanuts in the produce section and brought 5 pounds home determined to try the slow cooker method. I have two slow cookers: 6-qt. and 7-qt. I put about 2-1/2 pounds of well rinsed green peanuts in each cooker (they were both full - to the rim almost), topped them off with water, and gave each a whole cup of sea salt. I'm telling y'all success lies in the right amount of salt! I did this last night about 6-pm. Set both cookers on High and left them. About 11, Hubby was concerned about leaving them on High during the night because the house smelled like BOILED PEANUTS. (Go figure!!) So he turned them down to Low.

Because I'm 2-weeks plus with a UTI and couldn't sleep, at 3-am they went back up to High - how dare he interfere with my test anyhow! - and by 10-am this morning I couldn't resist any longer. I scooped a plastic cup full and went out on the back steps and started my taste test. SHUT THE BACK DOOR!!! Oh my, I have one word for y'all - YUMMM-MYYY!!!

So glad I finally tried this!!! I'm not really one to 'follow' recipes obediently but these are so easy you don't have to be precise with how many pounds and how many cups... But I do recommend not skimping on the salt! :D Yes, I know these are probably a heart attack in the waiting with the salt, but honestly, they are BOILED PEANUTS FOR GOODNESS SAKES!!! :D

By the way, they were enjoyed today during General Conference!

Much love to y'all!

Monday, August 6, 2012

No more dieting! Changing the way I eat.

"Experts say making small change-ups to your day is one of the best ways to lose." (,,20543929,00.html)

I just read this in an article and I completely agree with it! Diets fail me. I have tried the Atkins diet - and was told by my doc to never do it again. Yep, he sure did! My body requires carbs - as does yours! The Atkins diet restricts consumption of carbs. Rather than my body burning the fat as this diet claims it does, my body was burning my muscles. Less than two weeks into it I couldn't bear to move one muscle because my muscles would go into spasms. Every muscle was being affected. I was concerned (and freaked out!) so I called my doc. Thats when he said stop, eat some pasta and do not do this diet ever again. That was the BEST bowl of 'puh-sketti' EVER! :D

Now I am watching my intake rather than "dieting". My biggest weakness? Cola and chocolate. What am I doing about it? Well, I was restricting myself to one Coke a day. And I bought the fun-size Snickers. With the itty-bitty bars I didn't feel so guilty if I ate 3 Snickers bars in one day. That's only 128-calories as opposed to a full-size bar at 280-calories! Love it!

But I failed recently. I was off work for a week and a half. Before I was off I had lost a total of 13-pounds (in about 9-10 weeks) but I didn't hit the gym during that time (well, one time, and that's all) & I didn't restrict my Coke intake. During those 12 days I quickly found 3 of those pounds. YIKES!!! BUMMER!!! I am now newly motivated to re-engage and get those 3-pounds lost again.

Back to the carbs -- don't think you have to restrict yourself from carbs when trying to lose the weight. Studies have proven there are good carbs as well as bad, evil, hip-hugging ones. You just have to educate yourself and make smarter choices. You can't go wrong with whole grain. They even help you lose weight because of the fiber and the "Resistant Starch" contained in them. I love reading and my topic of choice lately: GOOD CARBS. :D

Monday, July 9, 2012

Working Out -- Part III

I'm still working out! It's amazing! I've never lasted this long in the past. Forgive me, but I am proud of myself. It's not been easy. Many times I've wanted to say, "I QUIT!", but here I am, 9 pounds lighter - and much stronger! I actually feel muscles in my tummy and in my upper arms! It's so awesome!

What's been easy:

  • staying under 2000 calories a day
  • cardio - treadmill & elliptical are good
  • accomplishing something i couldn't do when i first started
  • feeling abs under the layer of blubber for the first time ever
  • keeping up with Hubby when clearing a fallen tree - even "out working" him :-)
  • the pride my hubby & kids have for me for sticking to it
  • going to the gym with Hubby & The Brat
  • having my trainer tell me they talk about my dedication

What's been not-so-easy:
  • staying under 2000 calories when eating out - restaurant food is soo fattening :-(
  • the workouts! they are killers! planks - squats - wall seats... (Ugh!)
  • being pushed further and harder each time
  • sweating - i detest sweating! it's not been fun riding home all sticky
As you can see, the good out weighs the not so good! Yeah!

I hope in another month, I'm another 7-9 pounds lighter!

You don't have to be great to start, but you have to start to be great. - Zig Ziegler

Thursday, June 14, 2012


So now that I have gone public with my weight [REAL TRUTH WEIGHT!!], I have to be even more accountable to myself. I don’t want to ever be considered a liar – so I must keep this up. Plus, I’ve signed a one year contract to get in shape with my personal trainer. [That sounds so Hollywood – my personal trainer!] I don’t have a real goal weight. My goal is to be stronger, have endurance and be able to stand on my own two feet or one, if I choose! :D

Okay, now the REAL TRUTH of what brought this about… I’m so humiliated… First admitting my weight to you, and now this…

A month ago, I wanted to work with my husband outside – he’s so good and always does things with me inside, I wanted to give rather than take for a change – so we’re on the back of our property cleaning. It’s wooded with thousands of volunteer trees, weeds, and vines that travel the tree tops from the ground up. It happened to be in the 90’s this particular day and very humid. Very hot for an early May spring day. I’m cutting small volunteers down and piling our cuttings; everything’s going good. He starts a fire to burn some of the debris that we’ve accumulated. [Did I mention this is all wooded? Not much air moving it’s so thick with growth.] I began pulling on a particularly stubborn vine that was as big around as a shovel handle and this vine is coming down from 4 different trees that I could tell. I really thought the vine was going to win the tug of war. I’m swinging all my body weight from it at one time [only for a second, maybe two, because let’s face it – that’s a lot of weight for a weakling to hold up!!] I finally won the tug of war after about 10 minutes - I think it was at least an hour or two, but Hubby says, ‘naw, about 10 minutes – maybe a minute or two less…’ Humph! I’m sure it was more of a battle than that – I was plum tuckered out!! Anyhow – boy I digress so badly!! – he’s burning the debris, I’m huffing and puffing with my near loss to a vine, and I’m taking a break to catch my breath. I really did think the vine was going to just come down and whip my tater!
After a few minutes – give or take 10 or so minutes here or there :D – I think I’ve got my breath back, so I’ll start helping Hubby with the burning. I’m putting limbs in the fire and thinking I’m not breathing very well. So I go off to another spot and start trimming tree branches where there’s no smoke and a bit of a breeze. I’m feeling good. [As good as one can when it’s 93* degrees out & working ones buns off!] After 15-20 minutes, I take a pile of my debris over near the fire for Hubby and I can’t breathe AGAIN… So I walk away and catch my breath, again. I go to start trimming another tree but I can only take in a little whiff of air. I can’t talk to get Hubby’s attention, but he sees me go to my knees and runs over – he loves me, ya know! He helps me walk about 25 feet to our 4-wheeler. I sit down on the rear rack – he tries to drive me back to the house this way. What was he thinking!!! Even if I could have breathed I would not have wanted to ride on the rear rack!!! Men! [I digress again…] He doesn’t go far and I’m on the ground – no strength or energy to hold on and I’m gasping air. He runs to the house, gets the truck, drives it down near me, helps me get in and parks in the shade. Air is going full blast in my face and I’m feeling this is working. Meanwhile, the neighbor called, “Hey, I’m broke down on my 4-wheeler, can you pull me home?” Well, of course, I feel silly for tying my sweet Hubby up with this nonsense and tell him to go on, I’ll be fine. After saying this four or five times, he gets out of the truck and gets on our 4-wheeler, but doesn’t leave. I’m a little frustrated now; my humiliation is growing the more he sits there staring at me. So I wave him on – several times – before he leaves. He isn’t gone 2 minutes and I start gasping for breath. I really was thinking I was going to die! I call his cell phone, but I can’t say anything for sucking in air. He hears me though and after a couple of more minutes he comes speeding back into the yard. Jumps in the truck and drives me to the fire department, which is only a mile away. I’m just wishing at this point that I could crawl into a hole and die by myself. I hate being seen in such a weak state by anyone. Even dear Hubby.
The diagnosis? I was hyperventilating. Yep, I was hyperventilating. Hyperventilating of all things! My BP was extremely high but my oxygen was just fine –that ruled out an asthma attack. I asked myself for several days why that happened… It wasn’t brought on by an anxiety attack [they said that’s usually why it happens], so then why did that happen? My only conclusion is that I never fully recovered my breath and was pushing myself to keep up with my Hubby, THE Man of Endurance! And since I couldn’t, it was hot, my heart was beating too fast [I was pushing it too hard] it all just said ENOUGH! YOU CAN’T DO THIS! And I think that’s the worst thing I’ve ever heard said to me. “You can’t do this.” When I really wanted to. I thought about all the many other things I’ve wanted to do. [The list is lengthy. Maybe one day I’ll share my bucket list with you.] But the final slap in this face was this realization of not being able to do those things I wanted to do because I have allowed myself to become weak and fat.

On Tuesday, May 29th, I gathered my courage and called the nearest gym to my work [taking away all excuses I could by choosing this one, downer to choosing this one: it's better known as UNIVERSITY because all the college kids go to this one – YUCK!] I went that evening, met with the director of personal training, met my trainer, and signed away 3 nights a week of my life for the next year to become a stronger healthier me. That’s 156 training sessions. That’s 43% of my evenings spent in a gym for the next year. That’s 4,680 minutes of working out to a better me! :D Let’s not forget the warm-up and cool-down times! That’s another 9,360 minutes! A total of 23,400 minutes spent in a gym for the next year. MINIMUM!! [I’m told that as time goes by I’ll “WANT” to go more often!!! Ah! Ha! Ha! That is just hilarious!!! So funny! I told my trainer and his director I thought they did very good stand-up comedy!] I’ve endured 8 of those sessions so far. ENDURED! Did you read that? I’ve ENDURED 8 of those sessions. I started them and I FINSIHED them! WOO-HOO!! My trainer is so good about pushing me when I want to give up – this is why I am paying for a PT – I would give up QUICKLY on my own. He’s very good about praising me for the things I’ve accomplished and keeping me motivated. I just wish he’d give up his love affair with planks and push-ups! Who knew there were so many ways to do planks and push-ups? Not me, certainly. Very good core training – not like the ones kids do for fun – real planks! OUCH!!! But I’m stronger this week than the first week! YES!! No weight loss – I was told not to expect any at first because I’m gaining muscle. MUSCLES!! I can’t wait until the turkey wings are gone from my arms! My waist is a waist again! My butt is no longer the biggest thing on me! I can climb stairs without fear of my knees giving out on me! I can get up and down from the floor without looking like I’m 90! Or even dreading it! I can’t wait for the moment my Hubby looks to me and says ‘aren’t you ready for a break yet!’ :D Oh, yes!! Bring on this healthier and stronger ME!!

Wednesday, June 13, 2012


Many, many times I have attempted to lose weight. Mostly by diet; occasionally by walking, working out to the Wii Fitness… but none of it ever REALLY worked for me. The diet doesn’t really work because I’m not a big eater – I am a big COKE addict though – as in Coca-Cola! [Back to the diet thing...] I usually have to remind myself to eat. I used to never eat breakfast, but my meds demand I eat breakfast or be sick all day. Usually, if I ate lunch, I wouldn’t eat dinner. Why? Just wouldn’t be hungry. And of course, I would rather sip on a coke all evening than eat. That’s the real truth. Well, the real truth is I would probably just drink coke all day and never eat anything if I didn’t care about trying to be somewhat healthy… [Real truth right there!] Anyhow, for the few past years or so, I’ve been making myself eat 2 meals, and as often as I can force myself, 3 meals a day. I’m a night junkie. I would much rather have a bowl of ice cream, plate of warm cookies, or some yummy kettle corn at night when I’m watching TV. For the past month, almost 2 months, I’ve restricted my night time eating to only once a week. YIKES! Harder than I thought. But I’m doing it. Have I lost any weight ridding myself of my empty night-time calories? Not a one! That’s right, not one single pound!! I could say, ‘well, since it hasn’t helped then I can continue…’ which is what I probably would have done in the past. But the real truth [here we go again!] is that though it hasn’t helped me from losing any weight – my weight incline has finally stopped. PHEW! I’ve been wondering if it was ever going to stop climbing the fat hill. Since my hip surgery in February, I have gained right at 20 pounds. It’s only been 17 weeks since my surgery – that’s more than a pound a week. AND! I’ve been going to the gym seeing a personal trainer 3 times a week, for the past 3 weeks, so that’s really 20 pounds in 14 weeks!!!! Though I have not lost any weight in the past week, I have thankfully not gained a single pound! YEE-HAW!! I was a little disappointed that I haven’t lost any, but as the trainer explained to me [ – a note here: we are starting from ground zero as I have VERY minimal muscle in this body – REAL TRUTH!!!] when we sprain an ankle what happens? It swells up of course. Why? It’s the body’s way of trying to heal and protect by filling the injured muscles with fluid. And every, let me repeat, EVERY muscle fiber in this body has been injured trying to gain strength. I cannot believe I am about to type this [we’ll see if I leave it and don’t delete this!] I am 45 years old, I have had an appendectomy, hysterectomy, gall bladder removed, shoulder surgery and hip surgery [not to mention 3 pregnancies – only 2 kids], I am 5’- 3 ½”, and I weigh………………….217 pounds… Unacceptable. Unhealthy. Uncontrollable. But not UNDOABLE. I am going to undo this. I am going to fix this. The hip surgery probably would never have been needed if I would have been doing what I am doing now 10 years ago. Probably the same for my gall bladder and shoulder. This body was not made to be so overweight. So morbidly obese. My BMI is scary. So after many, many failed attempts – and not ever really being dedicated to the thought process – I have finally changed my thinking and my way of living. I am working out! REAL TRUTH!! Am I enjoying it? Everyone said, “oh you’ll love working out!” “It makes you feel so good!” I’m still waiting for the love and the good feelings. Because of my lifelong bad terrible habits, I am paying the price – repentance – I have to do a lot of foundational work before I can even hope for results. My balance is horrible. Because of being overweight. I haven’t’ been able to stand on one foot for more than a second in a few years – because my body is not steady – its gobby fat. YUCK! So my personal trainer and I are working to gain balance and strength FIRST by waking up what muscle I have and reminding the muscles what they are there for. I have suffered pain from my neck to the arches of my feet! REAL TRUTH!! I told you every muscle fiber has been injured! And the way I was explained is that by working the muscle [injuring it, so to speak] it will heal stronger. And every time I do this, I am making my muscles stronger – the fibers knit tighter together each time as a protection… so I’m knitting my muscles! :D Because I’ve babied my deteriorating joints for so many years, I have suffered much muscle loss. But I can get a lot of it back. Never like when I was my healthiest, but I can gain muscle back, which I think is a blessing I never realized until now.

Sunday, May 27, 2012

Happy Memorial Day!

May we all remember the true reason for the day & honor those who protect our freedom.

Friday, May 18, 2012

"Yes, but you're not completely a Christian."

"Yes, but you're not completely a Christian." I couldn't believe I was being told this! How can someone be a partial Christian? It is my belief that you either believe in the atoning sacrifice Jesus the Christ suffered for us or you don't. You either believe He was born of a virgin mother by immaculate conception or you don't. Either you believe he healed the sick, fed the hungry, walked on water or you don't. You believe he suffered in the Garden of Gethsemane enough he sweated drops of blood because He was about His Father's work or you don't. You believe he was beaten and crucified for being the Christ or you don't. You weep because of His pain you are responsible for and weep for joy because you know He forgives you or you don't. You believe He suffered and died on the cross so your sins are forgiven and atoned for or you don't. I DO! So don't tell me I'm not completely a Christian! You either are a Christian or you aren't.

I am Mormon. That's right. I am a Mormon. I am, more importantly, a CHRISTIAN!! I don't just believe all those things about the Savior, I KNOW IT!! I know of a surety that Jesus Christ endured all for me. I am grateful for His redeeming love. I am grateful for His atoning sacrifices.

So, how then am I NOT a Christian? She said, "Because you read the other book." AND??? Yes, I read and love the Book of Mormon. I also read and love the Holy Bible. If one has not read & prayed about the Book of Mormon, how can one even profess to know of its divinity? One cannot. The Book of Mormon does NOT replace the Holy Bible. That's right, end off sentence. I think that's worth repeating. The Book of Mormon does not replace the Holy Bible. It does testify of Jesus Christ and is another witness of the Holy Bible. We all know we believe the word of two people more so than one. It's our nature. Strength in numbers. Right? Yes. And God knows it too. That's why He sent a second witness of Jesus Christ. The Book of Mormon.

I was not raised in a religious home. My mother will tell you she is Lutheran, but she's not attended one Lutheran service in my entire life. I had no religious upbringing at all. But I hungered for it. I hungered to know who God is. I hungered to know if He loved me. So much so that the only Bible we owned was one that my aunt gave me and had burnt edges from a house fire. I was 14 at the time. I needed peace and I wondered if the Bible could offer it to me. I read. And read more. The more I read, the more I hungered for Him. By the time I was 15 I was asking the neighbors if I could tag along to church with them. I did this for a year and half. All the while asking questions, such as, "Why don't we have prophets and apostles to teach us anymore? How can God, Jesus the Christ, and the Holy Ghost all be one being?" Do you know what I got for answers? From adults. And pastors alike? "I don't know." "Its not meant for us to know." "You shouldn't be asking questions like this." "Leave it alone." And let's not forget the unanswered ones accompanied with very intimidating scowls.

I had read and learned enough from the Holy Bible to KNOW God loves us. He is a very loving Father. I knew in my heart that my seeking to learn and know of Him was good. Not bad as some were inclined to make me think. My questions were good questions, especially for a 16 year old. I had thoughts of God and of Jesus, unlike many of my peers. I NEEDED them. I NEEDED them in my life. I NEEDED the peace and love they offered.

Because of the religious community I was in at that time of my life, I knew I was not going to get what I needed. I was attending for the spiritual nourishment I so badly hungered, they attended for more worldly things. They were more concerned with who had the most gold and diamonds on. Who had a new dress and where it came from. Who drove what. Who was at the bar last night and wasn't (and was) at church today. Who drops the biggest bill in the offering plate... So many worldly things that didn't pertain to my quest. So I stopped attending them all.

I felt at the time I must be a freak to have the feelings I had. My friends at school surely didn't feel the same way about church, God and Jesus as I did. They thought it was just another place for checking out one another.

I started my quest again with the birth of my second child. There is almost 4-years difference in my two children. Not by choice. I wanted them closer in age. But that was not to be. I had a few miscarriages in the early first trimester and another one in the middle of the second trimester before I became pregnant with my second child. Even then, my body tried aborting the entire pregnancy. It's a miracle she was only 3 weeks early. After her birth she would vomit after feeding and wouldn't begin breathing right away either. She didn't do it on a regular basis but often enough I became certified in CPR. I feared I would need it. And I did. She was 3 months old the last time it happened. She had turned blue. Her lips and tiny little finger nails were the ugliest scariest blue. She was dying. I didn't know what to do. I had become paralyzed out of fear. Finally I was "reminded" of what I had learned in CPR. I did it. She gasped and cried. And so did I. My infant was breathing again.

I was then reminded of the "deal" I made with God when my body tried aborting her & the doctor said I should be glad I'll only have one child. (Oh yes he did. I never seen him again after that day.) I had never been taught how to pray. But that day I did. I prayed if He would please let me have this baby I would renew my search for His church that would answer my questions and fill that hunger that was always with me. The day my daughter was dying in my arms, I was reminded. He let me have her and He could also take her back. I began my search in earnest again. I've attended Baptist, Primitive Baptist, Pentecostal, Jehovah's Witnesses, Lutheran, Catholic, Mennonite, Methodist... All of these churches.

I knew I had found my place in the Church of JESUS CHRIST of Latter-day Saints. I learned we do have living prophets and apostles like the church of old. I learned God the Father and His Son Jesus Christ are two people. Not one. And the holy ghost is a third being. All members of the God Head. But all individuals.

And I've learned so much more too! Another question I had is when I die, why does my husband and son have to be my brothers in heaven? Why would God do that to me? I could never love these two men so unique and important to me as brothers. My love for them is for grander than that. The same for my daughter. I love her too much to settle for being sisters. It's not the case I've learned. They will always be my family, and my brothers and sister in Christ. But especially, my husband, my son, and my daughter. For they have been sealed to me by priesthood authority.

You see, I know God loves His children. That's why he gave the people of Jerusalem prophets and apostles. They had the prophetic teachings we all read about in the Old Testament and New Testament. But He loves all people. And when He scattered the people with the fall of the Tower of Babel, He loved them too, so of course He would not forget them. They had prophets and apostles too. He wants ALL of His children to know of Him. Not just those that lived in the lands of Jerusalem. So if they too had prophetic teachings, isn't it only fitting that the people would record them? Just like in the Holy Bible? Yes! Of course they would! Thus we have the Holy Bible and the Book of Mormon. Do I believe there are other Holy Script out there? Yes. I do. I believe with time the world will find more. Will I accept it as Holy Script? I certainly hope so. I cannot say for a surety though. I'm weary of Satan and his ability to deceive and betray, so I hope (and I pray) that I may always know the difference between good and evil, right and wrong. For this I do know: that which bear good fruit is of God. That which bears bad fruit is not of God.

So, to the one who said I am not completely a Christian, shame on you! I am whole heartedly a believer and follower of Jesus Christ, who is my Savior and Redeemer! Without Him I am nothing. What are you?

Friday, February 17, 2012

I'm so HIP!

Ok. Not really. But I do have an improved hip. Guess that doesn't make me "hip" though does it.

On Valentine's Day I under went a hip repair on my left hip arthroscopicly. Minimal invasion. I had a labrum tear with impingement. (My hip had developed a boney tip like a bone spur that was damaging my labrum cartilage, causing pain when walking or any other hip movement.)

Now that boney protrusion has been sawed off & the labrum repaired. Now I have to use crutches for a month & 3 months of physical therapy. I'll be better than ever when I get done. I hope. :-)

Thank you CMRC & TOC for wonderful medical care. Especially Dr. Jackson & my recovery nurse Monique.

Thursday, January 12, 2012


I hope to become a better me this year. I have soo much room or sooo many areas in great need of improvement. Physically, emotionally, mentally, and spiritually. I hope that as I work on one area of me at a time that the growth will also strengthen me in the other areas as well.

For the "physical" me, I want to be healthier. Ok, thinner too. Can I say "thinner" when I'm not thin to begin with? Oh, well, I know what I mean. I hope you do too. Since I've been a historical failure with dieting, I'm just not going to do it anymore. But I can eat healthier. I can drink more water and less Coke. I can increase my "activities" - and get off my bottom more. So, that's my goal. One week at a time.

Emotionally. Well this one is really personal, but since I'm the only one who reads this blog, I'm okay sharing. About 5 years ago I had gotten to the point I cried. All. The. Time. It was horrible. Agonizing. I hated being so blue all the time. I was diagnosed with clinical depression. Again. (I was diagnosed 10-12 years earlier. Did therapy. And the zombie drugs. AWFUL experience.) I refused therapy this time - I really was/am fine with my life. I just cried. A lot. So I opted for meds. Again. But I told my doctor, "I dont want the kind that turns me into a zombie. I would rather feel sadness than to feel nothing." He gave me a prescription that has worked well with time. Originally I was only supposed to be on it for 6 months to level all the chemicals out that cause depression. Then one year. Then two. Then "you probably will never come off the meds." Well I am. I used to take 5 of the pills a day. It has been a very slow process, but I will and I am coming off it. It started with alternating 5 today, 4 tomorrow, 5 the next day, and so on. For a month. Originally my doctor said for two weeks then do only 4 a day. Nope didn't work. Had to do that for a month, then 4 for a month, then alternating 4 & 3 for a month. I am finishing up my first week of 3 a day. So far so good. I'll do this slow decrease until (A) I am off them entirely or (B) to the lowest dose possible. And try again. I hope.

Mentally. Well coming off the anti-depressants is key here. I hope mentally I can do this. I really want to be off the drugs. But I also don't want to spend my life crying over nothing either. With that aside, I want to read more. I love reading. So much can be learned from reading. I hope to increase in wisdom this year. I want to be smart.

Spiritually. I know that I can improve leaps in this area. Reading my scriptures habitually again. Doing a serious study of the scriptures. Now that I am a sunday school teacher, I have no choice but to read & study more. Daily. I want to improve in amount of time devoted to prayer & meditation. I want to be more confident and more bold in sharing my love of my Saviour and my testimony in Him.

I am hoping to progress one week at a time. If my goal is one week and I succeed 3-4 days then I've got a 50% success rate going. And i can reset/renew my goal next week. But if my goal is for one month and I fail on the 4th day, I tend to say/think 'I can't. So I give up. Here's hoping for a better week and a better me! :-)

Sunday, January 1, 2012

Happy New Year 2012

I hope everyone's new year is off to a great start. Any resolutions?

Me? Just the usual. Lose weight. Eat better. Exercise more. Get more organized. Finish home re-no to get it ready for a for sale sign. How many will I actually succeed at? All I hope, but especially finishing the home re-no and get it sold.