In the beginning

I've been wanting to start one of these blogs for a quite a while. I didn't know just how easy it was to do. Staci who has been fascinated reading other blogs decided that our family needed one too. I think it's great. I love the ease and convenience of spreading family news without remembering who you've talked to and what people already know. I will try to help Staci keep the family blog updated and full of information. This blog, however, is for my thoughts, ideas, and recollections. It will probably be much more random and bounce from one subject to the next. I feel many times when I write my feelings down that they become much clearer. Some of my thoughts might be foreign or controversial, but my thought process has never been a run of the mill procedure. With that said, I hope that one day I can look back and measure noticeable progress in my thoughts and actions, as well as interject some memories that helped shape my life.


I hate moving.....

I got a call last night from Heber, a new member of the ward, who wants help moving in on Saturday. I'll be out of town so that puts the burden of help on the rest of the Elders. I'm not sure our men can step up to the challenge. I hope that a least a few show up to help. My biggest complaint with moving someone in is not the work, but the hounding of the Elders get them to do anything. Many hands make light work, but the Elders never have seemed to understand this point. I'm not sure why. I grumble at giving up time to help move, but I try to help. I try to be at the activities and work with the Elders, but I get tired of those who never lift a finger to help those who need it, then complain that the Elders don't function properly. Moves are the worst because you never know what you are going to run into. There is nothing better than walking into a move with things boxed up, organized, and ready to go. You can move a house in a matter of hours if done right. There is nothing worse that going into a Rod Hutchins move, where there is more junk than one family should possibly own. I wonder where that family lived. The house was so full, I know it wasn't on the inside. I can't believe we hauled two moving trucks full of trash to their new house. I don't think the DI would have taken half this stuff. Most of it was broken or discarded leftovers anyway. It qualifies as one of the worst moves ever. After three weeks and at least 5 Uhaul trucks (the big ones) I believe he has finally finished a job that should have been done in a day. Heaven forbid if his new house catches of fire because there is enough dry wood to burn for a week. Heber seems real nice and called a week before he was moving in (that's almost illegal) so I a least have hope that his whole move is well organized and he'll make a great additionto the ward. I believe if we can help a family when they move in it reaaly help the family find there place in the ward easier. We never had the ward help us move in and after five years of living here, people would still introduce themselves to me. I hope all goes well, but honestly, I'm worried that we can't get enough Elders there to make a good impression.