Journal Entry?

I think I can safely assume that the reason no one responded to my interesting post is probably because I haven't written in a while.  And because the blog is private, no one knows when it is updated.

I'll try not to assume that it was so uninteresting that people had nothing to say.  Which may also be true.

So I guess, for now, I'm just writing for my own benefit.  Bryan is out of town.  Which means that the hours I usually spend with him are filled instead with blogging, Pinterest, Netflix, and cleaning.  The kids are in bed, the laundry is done, the dishes are done, the apartment is picked up.

The apartment has been a challenge.  I would liken it unto glorified camping.  It is nice to have a functional, if not super small, kitchen.  It is nice to have washer and dryer in the apartment.  It is nice to have three bedrooms to spread out in.  It is nice to have a swamp cooler, except that the cool air is confined to one space.  It is nice to have a few channels even without cable; I've been learning a lot about decorating and cooking.

We get our daily exercise just walking out to our covered parking space.  We live on the third floor, and it feels like a block to our van.

Isaac has been frustrated with the move.  He keeps throwing his beloved blankie out of the crib, I believe so he can get attention following the ear-piercing distress screeching.  Tonight, I tied it to the crib.  And I'm ignoring the screams; I'm not going to lose three hours of sleep again tonight.

Well, if this gets too long, you won't read it.  So goodnight.

Interesting?

Last night, Bryan was writing a letter to his brother who is serving a mission in Ghana.  When he was done, he read it out loud to me.  Then he asked, is there anything you want to add?  Cute things the kids did this week?  Anything you want me to say about you?  I couldn't come up with anything interesting to share about me, and neither could he.  Hm.

Here's something: I applied polish to my toenails on Saturday.  Bright red.  This is a rare thing for me.  This morning Joseph asked why I still had red things on my toes because "they're yucky."  But maybe that's something interesting about Joseph, and not me.

I find that the most interesting parts of my day as of late are the kids and the things the kids say and do.  And that's really not about me.

I also find that some interesting things about me are the trials I have been experiencing as of late.  But they are so personal that I don't feel like I can share them.  Interesting, huh?  Not so much.

The most interesting things about me are things I used to do but don't necessarily have time for now.

Currently I am interested in restoring old furniture.  I've got ideas and aspirations!  But I don't have the space to do it.  I am also interested in learning how to decorate; but I am waiting until we aren't living in this apartment anymore, which will hopefully be in 3 to 4 weeks.  I am also interested in recording music; I have a bunch of songs in mind.

Yesterday, I filled out a new member form for our new ward.  They asked me to list callings I've had previously.  This is interesting, maybe.  I will categorize them for you:

Primary
Teacher
Pianist
2nd Counselor
President
Music Leader
Nursery Music Leader

Young Women
Adviser
Music Leader

Sunday School
Teacher
Team-teacher

Relief Society
2nd Counselor
Music Leader

Other Music
Ward Choir Director
Ward Chorister
Music Chair

So I am curious what my next calling will be.  Will it be a repeat, or will it be new to me?

It's also interesting that even though our records haven't been transferred from our old ward, we have already been asked to speak in church in a couple weeks.

I think the things I'm interested in are more interesting than me.

Interesting.

Post Falls, ID

Surrounded by boxes.  In an apartment that was never meant for six people.  In Post Falls, Idaho.  Waiting for our house to sell in Pullman, Washington.  So we can buy a new house in Coeur d'Alene.  ASAP.  The end.