messterpieces

today ive decided im going to write a book titled

"the headache named harry"

if you know who i'm talking about then you know how i came up with that one.

maybe.

it hasnt snowed YET today andi am crossing my fingers like a crasy lady in hopes that the sun comes back and stays for my mom/little brother's trip here.
today i went a little crazy and spackled some holes i've put in this house... the spackle is so weird it is pink and then turns white when it's dry- but for a while i was thinkin i'd stuck pink spackling on the walls.

are pink patches on the walls a worse problem than holes? probably not.

today i discovered nienie. i mean, i knew OF her since everyone and their mom follows her but i didn't know ABOUT her, or who she is or what she's been through and i have to say it was incredibly humbling to read her story today. if you haven't heard of her, you should look her up on google nie nie dialogue and watch her youtube clip from mormon messages.

some days i feel totally incapable of being beautiful. inside and out. and her story has really put life into perspective for me, about what is important and what's not, about all the wonderful things life has to offer each one of us and how all we have to do is open our eyes and reach out and touch those things.
grab em and hold on to them.

i feel like her life story also has prepared me more fully to be a mother. in all, i am very grateful i decided to stumble upon her blog and actually read it. there is so much we assume about someone from the outside alone. and when i say we, i really mean me people. sorry to group you all into this.

im just have a messterpiece kind of day you know? those days where you are waiting for something to go wrong. the dishes are piling high, the laundry doesnt leap up into your arms for you to put away, and you feel like heartburn is the plague of your existance?

these things are validating that i'm alive.

it is so good to be alive.
i need to remember that every day, not just days like this one.

will you help me remember that?