Halloween Humor

This picture made me laugh SO hard! This is Elder Yap from AZ. He's now home from his mission but he served here in Charleston back in 2006 as a greeny when Lance and I first moved here. I thought this picture was so hilarious and I know if these pumpkin people were ever displayed on a lawn somewhere out west, the neighbors would definitely have something to say about it. Only in the South...

Falling All Around

I love the fall season. Even though summer doesn't really end until the end of October here, I still notice subtle hints that autumn is upon us. True, it's still hot and sticky. But the days become darker earlier, the leaves turn their beautiful red, gold, and orange colors, and the heat is a little more bearable with the air a little more crisp. I found THIS (go to Sept. 15 post) really cute pumpkin craft and wish I had a sewing machine to make them. If any of you would like to make them with me, just let me know I think they're absolutely darling!

Lance and I went grocery shopping last night and had to buy a sack full of the tiny little pumpkins that come 5 for $3. Yeah, way expensive compared to how many we could have grown ourselves but due to being in a townhouse, we splurged. I'm way excited to go home and get all of my fall decor out of storage and decorate the house. Alright, so I only have enough fall decor for one shelf (I've got to start somewhere don't I)?

I love the look of the leaves turning colors. All the richness and color just adds so much tranquility to the air. I love to drive through subdivisions and see huge piles of leaves raked up in the yards. Dads throwing the kids into the piles and kids throwing the dogs into the piles while moms lovingly watch from the living room window. I love to see the leaves delicately fall from their lively limbs and hear the crunching under my feet.

I love the smell of freshly home made pecan and pumpkin pie - the cinnamon, nutmeg, and cream all mixed together......mmmmm!

I love the feel of warmth. I love to be wrapped up in thick, soft sweaters sipping a cup of hot cocoa in hand. There's something so comforting about the fall and winter seasons. Perhaps it's the relief of cooler temperatures. Perhaps it's the preparation of being indoors for the following months. Perhaps its the anxiety of the holidays where family and friends gather with yummy food. Whatever the reason, I love it!

Home Sweet Home

Don't get me wrong, I had an awesome time going back to Idaho to visit. I loved seeing my family and Lance's family, I loved being an aunt again to my nieces and nephews, I loved catching up on new happenings, I loved seeing the new Twin Falls temple, and I loved having a break from work. At the same time I cannot tell you how much I loved feeling that sticky, miserable humidity coming off the plane and the dread of knowing that I'm still in the worst part of summer in the south.

I had a red eye flight scheduled Thursday night which means I now have severe jet lag. When I walked in the door to our home, I noticed the beautiful bouquet of pink, fuchsia, and purple carnations that welcomed me with a sweet note from Lance. I was so tired, queasy (I don't take too well to flying), starving, stinky, and completely exhausted. Lance wanted me to go to bed straightaway but I just couldn't, I missed him too much. I drove downtown to surprise him at work and astonished myself that all the things I previously found annoying and painful like the narrow roads and stupid one ways, simply became a charm of downtown that I fell in love with all over again.

Like Dorothy said, "There's no place like home." I truly believe that. There really is nothing better than being within the walls and comfort and serenity of your own home. Even though my "home" is in Idaho where I grew up with mine and Lance's families, our home is Charleston. We love it here beyond any comprehension. We've been so blessed and have learned so many things during the past 2.5 years. I missed our Charleston friends, our ward family, and the green, green trees (as opposed to the ugly brown desert). I love it here, I love being a homebody, and I love my quaint little home with my dear husband who completes it.

Catch Up

I've been way too busy the last several days to blog about the rest of my Twin Falls trip. I'll do the best I can but because I'm extremely exhausted and trying to get over jet lag, I will probably post mostly pictures.

Tuesday I had a sleep over with my nieces and nephews over two years old. There were four altogether and we had so much fun! Honestly, I couldn't have stayed sane with more than four. Alright I'll admit, my mom helped me out A LOT!

When they all got there we played outside on the swing set, dug in the dirt, and jumped on the trampoline.

Once it was dark we went inside to make chocolate chip cookies.

After they each had a cookie, it was beyond time for bed. They all slept together in the front room and I read several stories to them as they fell asleep. Unfortunately, the only picture I had of story time somehow got deleted, I was so upset! The last one finally went to sleep at 11:30.

The next morning I made them all waffles for breakfast and we made a Halloween craft. I didn't get any pictures of this either because my mom and I were too busy helping the kids. They each had a colored plastic bucket and a Halloween face of foam stickers (Frankenstein, a pumpkin, a cat, a pirate, Dracula, etc.) that they put together on the bucket. (We found the bucket and the Halloween faces at Michael's for a $1 each. Super cheap craft that the kids LOVED)! Then they went on a treasure hunt throughout the house as we hid a piece of candy for each one in six different rooms and they got to use their buckets to hold their treasure. Also at Michael's we found a tube of 15 glow in the dark bracelets for $1 that we gave the kids. They loved those too and we had a blast! A HUGE thanks to my mom for all her help. And by the way Christine, each one proclaimed that I am now their bestest and favoritest aunt. (Just a little friendly competition).

Past Few Days

My nephew Devin turned 2 years old today. He was so cute opening presents and of course his big sister Charity had to help!

His favorite gift was Buzz Lightyear.

I also went to visit Jessica (Bench) Prudent, a very good friend of mine from high school that I haven't seen in at least three or more years. After finding out she's now in one my brothers ward, I just kind of popped in and surprised her. It was so fun and I was so happy to see her new house and her darling little boy. Oh isn't he just a doll!

I went to eat a wonderful dinner with Lance's family last night. (Sorry you weren't there Lance, but I promise the food was excellent and I ate enough for you!) His mom and dad were Charity's sunbeam teachers so Charity wanted to come with me to Brother and Sister Cox's house. Charity was so shy the entire time, I don't even think she really enjoyed anything but the ice cream cake. Anyway, right before we left I finally got her to open up and although she wouldn't face the camera, I got a little part of her singing Love is Spoken Here on video. It's so precious!

Time Out For Women

I am in Twin Falls for the next week for a girls trip. Lance stayed home to work while I came to play with the girls. My mom had planned for us girls (my mom, sister, and three sister in laws) to go to Time Out For Women in Boise, which she's had planned for well over a year. First of all, I do not care for air planes at all. Lance loves them. He gets a thrill out of them and would fly a plane to work everyday if he could. But I don't care for them at all they make me queasy, uncomfortable, and I turn into a germaphobe. As you can imagine, when I finally arrived in Boise I was very nauseous, had no appetite whatsoever, and the fact that I hadn't seen my family in over a year made my nerves fly through the roof. Yes, I was nervous seeing my family. I'm still not sure why, after all they're my family. The best way I can explain it, is it feels how I would imagine going home from a mission is like. I've been in a complete different world for the past 2.5 years and all of a sudden I come back to the place where I grew up expecting everything to still be the same as when I left. So I was nervous but after some shopping, my nerves settled quite a bit. Ok, I'm still a tiny bit nervous but I'm so excited to be here and most all to have some time off work!

Anyway, today we went to Time Out For Women which I think most of you know what that is but in case you don't, it's a day long seminar type thing specifically for women. There are several speakers and singers who talk about living more virtuous, living to our fullest potential, and growing closer to the Savior. Here are a few pictures of us girls with a few of the youngest babies.

My mom and I.

My Mom and her two girls. This is Christine, my younger sister who's 20. I know we look nothing alike, she takes after my dad and I take more after my mom.

The Long Anticipated Call

I just received the official call from my family: Scott, my youngest sibling of us seven, just received his mission call and he's going to Zurich, Switzerland! He will be speaking German and leaves December 3rd. Yeah!!!! Congratulations Scottie Boy!!

"The big initial task is first to find interested investigators. So many of us look upon missionary work as simply tracting. Everyone who is familiar with this work knows there is a better way. That way is through the members of the Church. Whenever there is a member who introduces an investigator, there is an immediate support system. The member bears testimony of the truth of the work. He is anxious for the happiness of his investigator friend. He becomes excited as that friend makes progress in learning the gospel. The full-time missionaries may do the actual teaching, but the member, wherever possible, will back up that teaching with the offering of his home to carry on this missionary service. He will bear sincere testimony of the divinity of the work. He will be there to answer questions when the missionaries are not around. He will be a friend to the convert who is making a big and often difficult change. The gospel is nothing to be ashamed of. It is something to be proud of. “Be not thou therefore ashamed of the testimony of our Lord,” wrote Paul to Timothy (2 Timothy 1:8). Opportunities for sharing the gospel are everywhere."

- President Gordon B. Hinckley

I Can't Wait

I have been going through The Office withdrawals all summer, I LOVE this show! I need to find out what happens with these two, come on, they had better end up getting married this season or I think I might just die. Notice, I have a ticker on the left, only 21 days left and counting...

Call Me Crazy

This is a newspaper clip of hurricane Hugo, a category 5 storm, that hit Charleston in 1989. I have mixed feelings about the recent trio of storms that have a possibility of hitting Charleston. I am going home to Twin Falls for a weeks vacation and I fly out this Friday at 5:45am. That's about the time the meteorologist predicts the storm will hit. So on one hand I don't want to shorten my trip, but on the other hand I want to be here to witness a hurricane. There's never any exciting weather in Twin, the wind blows constantly and that's about it. I don't necessarily want to be caught in the middle of a category 5 hurricane or in the eye of a tornado or crushed by an earthquake. But I still want the experience of a very small hurricane or a tiny tornado, just to see what it's like. That's about as spontaneous and brave as I get. I guess we'll see what happens, maybe the hurricane will turn at the last minute and bypass Charleston altogether. Time will tell.

Blast From The Past

This weekend Lance and I took a trip to Newberry and Union, SC which were the first two areas of his mission seven years ago. We visited several families that Lance taught and were close with, it was so neat for me to meet these people that changed Lance's life. To us, this is what the south is all about. When we first got into Newberry we took the missionaries out to lunch and had an awesome conversation about all the members still around. When we dropped them off at their apartment they showed us the toaster. This was a toaster given to Lance when he was a missionary in Newberry and seven years later, the missionaries still use it.

The first was Ms. Margarett Brackett. Here I learned the true meaning of southern hospitality. Lance and I had eaten lunch right before we got to her house and of course she offered us some lemonade and a snack. When she wasn't looking I poured my lemonade into Lance's glass because I was so full from lunch and couldn't eat another morsel of food. She looked at me and said, "Now you know I aint gonna letcha get to the bottom o that glass, here have smore!" She's an older lady who's mind is as sharp as a two edged sword, is very involved in politics, hosts her own radio show, and is a absolute animal lover. When Lance served in Newberry, Ms. Brackett's dog died and knowing that Lance previously worked in the funeral industry was asked to direct the funeral for her dog. There were about 30 people that showed to pay their respects. The next dog Ms. Brackett owned was named Lancer after the thoughtful funeral director.

Lancer and Lance

We briefly visited the Nelson's whom I'd previously met in the Columbia temple.

These are the Major's - Gail, Paul, and John who cooked us a true southern supper with barbecue pork, hash, and a delicious blueberry cobbler. Their son John goes to school at BYU-I and told us how a "barbecue" out west is nothing more than hot dogs and hamburgers cooked on a grill. In the south a true "barbecue" is a pig roasted in a hickory smoked fire pit. That made me laugh because its so true.

Sunday we drove to Union which is a tiny town of about 9,000 residents where we went to church. I have heard numerous stories of Union and I was especially anticipating going to church there. (Union is now closed to the mission due to it's difficulty). As we arrived at church I could not stop laughing, they have the smallest church building I've ever seen in my life! It was just so little and tiny, it was so funny to me. RS and Priesthood were first and Sacrament Meeting was last. There were 6 sisters in Relief Society including myself and about 20 in attendance for Sacrament Meeting. The sacrament table was a regular small table used in the classroom with only two trays for the bread and water. I was amazed that the passing of it only took about 30 seconds and I'll admit it was the longest three hours of my life. The teachers and speakers were great but not moving from room to room and having a chance to stand and walk around every now and then gave me the wiggles. (I should have gone to primary so I could sing all the actions songs). It was definitely an experience to say the least.

This is Frankie and Jack, aka the Union Bomber. He has the most phenomenal supply of illegal fireworks (or bombs, which ever you want to call it) we've ever seen and even gave us several rockets and whistling missiles as a parting gift. He makes the best Philly cheese steak sandwiches we've ever eaten!

Union has TONS of kudzu everywhere and even though I probably wouldn't like it on my property because it takes over everything, I think its so pretty.

Sweet, Sweet Service

This last week was our last working as ordinance workers in the Columbia, SC temple. Most temples are built on a hill or somewhere that can be seen from the interstate. Our temple is very small and you could be a quarter of a mile away and still not see the temple because of all the trees and kudzu. We've worked there a little over a year now and the blessings have been tremendous! Above all is the knowledge we've gained. I have learned more about the gospel just by working in the temple, than I ever have in my 23 years of being raised in the church. It's such a different experience being a worker than being a regular patron.

I've come to have a greater understanding of the scripture D&C 88:119-120 "Organize yourselves; prepare every needful thing; and establish a house even a house of prayer, a house of fasting, a house of faith, a house of learning, a house of glory, a house of order, a house of God; That your incomings may be in the name of the Lord; that your outgoings may be in the name of the Lord; that all your salutations may be in the name of the Lord, with uplifted hands unto the Most High." Indeed the temple truly is a house of prayer, fasting, faith, learning, glory, order, and the house of God. I have learned more about the doctrines of the church, both basic and complex, and have had more questions answered as I've petitioned the Lord in His house and observed the service of those around me. I have learned a deeper meaning of love for our brothers and sisters. I have a greater appreciation for the early saints who were persecuted and pushed from place to place, yet still had the determination and faith to finish building the Nauvoo temple using their own and only fine belongings. I've been humbled to see strangers walk into the entry doors, yet its as though I've known them my whole life as my heart just swelled with love for them. I have learned how, especially the female workers, pay such special attention to every little detail. These are details that previously as a patron I had never even noticed nor thought of. But the workers of the temple have the number one priority of the patrons always in the forefront of their minds, and that is the comfort of the patrons. I have come to love the ladies I worked with as my own grandmothers. I'm so grateful for the experiences I've had in working with the special patrons that come through every week and also with the other ordinance workers. We've been so blessed as a family and I'm so thankful for the opportunity to work there.

I'd just like to share a few experiences that were simple but had a lasting impact on me. Towards the end of my shift several months ago, my last assignment was officiating in initiatory. It was a spanish saturday so most of the patrons spoke spanish. Afterward, I saw the same particular sister in the waiting room with her five children. Seeing they were getting a bit rambuncious, she gathered them in a circle around her on the floor and began to sing I Love to See the Temple in spanish. I was deeply touched by these precious children and their faithful mother. I saw that temple service not only blessed this mother but all her children as well and I cannot wait for the day I can do the same with my children. On another occasion I was assigned to help a woman in an endowment session. She had severe anxiety and over the past years, has made remarkable progress being able to come to the temple, not to mention even being in public at all. I also have anxiety so when she had a panic attack I knew how to help her calm down and gain enough composure to finish the session. I thought that maybe I was given the trial of anxiety so that I'd know how to help and comfort those with the same. For once, I was finally grateful for that trial because I would rather have anxiety all my life, to help this one woman in the temple, than not have it at all and not know how to help her.

Last weekend the Twin Falls temple was dedicated (I'm sorely sad we missed the open house and dedication) and I cannot wait to walk on those temple grounds and to be within the walls of that holy edifice. I am still in awe at the fact that it won't take two whole hours to drive to the temple, only 5 minutes. Holy cow, what a blessing! Especially looking at the faithful members of the church here who drive two hours just to go to stake conference, not to mention the even lengthier drive to the temple. I would like to share a quote by our beloved prophet, Gordon B. Hinckley:

"I urge you, my brethren and sisters, to utilize the temples of the Church. Go there and carry forward the great and marvelous work which the God of heaven has outlined for us. There let us learn of His ways and His plans. There let us make covenants that will lead us in paths of righteousness, unselfishness, and truth. There let us be joined as families under an eternal covenant administered under the authority of the priesthood of God. And there may we extend these same blessings to those of previous generations, even our own forebears who await the service which we can now give. May the blessings of heaven rest upon you, my beloved brethren and sisters. May the Spirit of Elijah touch your hearts and prompt you to do that work for others who cannot move forward unless you do so. May we rejoice in the glorious privilege that is ours."

And The Verdict Is...

Lance returned home last night after a three night stay in Atlanta with some friends. So the biggest question is, did absence really make the heart grow fonder? Of course! Don't get me wrong, I more than thoroughly enjoyed having the house to myself, eating what I wanted and lounging around in my under garments all day. But what good is it to have a house and snack on chocolate without having someone there to share it with and gawk at me in my underwear? I was so excited to see him walk through the door. Let me share with you my feelings by showing my favorite picture by Jack Vettriano.

What's A Girl To Do?

Lance decided to go with our good friends, Matt and Krystal Tipping, to Atlanta for the weekend. Why? Because he had Friday off of work, because he could, and because I urged him to. You know the saying, "absence makes the heart grow fonder?" Well I'm really hoping that saying is true! Not because we're sick of each other or need some time apart, but its nice to just have some "me" time every now and then.

So what's a girl to do with all this freedom?
Do I even need to mention craft projects, because I think that's a given!

What's a girl to eat without having to cook dinner for the family?

I think I've previously explained my absolute need for chocolate chips.

What does a girl wear when she doesn't have anyone to dress up for?
Do I honestly need to answer that? Who needs to wear clothes when nobody's around!

In summary, I feel about like this.

The Gentle Giant

Meet Ray. He's a guy in our ward who is huge. He's about 6'7" and at least 300 pounds, he's not heavy set by any means just tall and plain huge. (Imagine you're my size, 5'1", very petite and short. Yep, he's like a giant to me). For months, Ray has been inviting us over for dinner and we've been so excited to go because from what we hear, he's an amazing cook. He and Lance are home teaching companions and all Ray ever talks about is how gourmet his sunday dinner was or his lovely dessert, etc. We've been to his house only once and that was to drop him off from church. He invited us in to show us around and it is immaculately clean. He had black porcelain dolls carefully placed on the couch, the lace table cloth on his coffee table was perfectly even all the way around, and his walls were bare but he had pictures stacked up by the floor. We thought maybe he was still in the early stages of decorating so Lance asked him why he hasn't hung up his pictures yet. Ray said, "Look at that wall! It's such a pretty white wall, I can't cover it up with my pictures, it's just so beautiful!" Of course he had to show us his kitchen where he works his magic and on the little wall above the sink, he had placed tons of the stickers that come on fruit, they were all in a perfect group on the wall below the cabinet. Lance and I got a kick out of that (you can see them in this picture). While we were walking out the door and I noticed in his end tables he had stacks and I mean STACKS of every cooking magazine you've ever heard of. My thinking that cooking is a hobby of his was a definite understatement!

With that preface, Ray invited over four couples and the missionaries (mind you, he's a member) over for sunday dinner. He had his black gospel music playing, the table was all set up buffet style with Okra soup, potato salad, turkey and swiss cheese rolls with a pretzel through the middle, broccoli salad with bacon, and green salad for appetizers. The missionaries had to leave early and so did two of the other couples so it was just Lance and I with the Tippings (the most hilarious couple we've ever met). Ray hadn't even served the main course yet so I felt really bad that almost everybody left early but that feeling quickly dissipated because that meant more food for us. (I know, I'm selfish). Ray then served an herb roasted chicken with the most delicious ham and spinach stuffing I've ever tasted and rich gravy. Then he brought out yummy, golden brown ranch chicken wings. Mmmmmmmm!! I was able to shoot a video of him doing a cooking demonstration for us on how to make this pound cake with mandarin oranges, peaches, pears, cherries, and strawberries topped with cook whip. Oh so good! He also had two different kinds of ice cream cake that he made along with the most outrageously large selection of beverages you've ever seen. While we were being served the different courses at a time Ray was in the kitchen just cooking away, having a ball. We finally convinced him to come sit down and eat, so while he did that I snuck away and started doing the dishes. Instead of everybody keeping the same plate for each dish, we were instructed to get a new plate and utensil for everything. As you can imagine there was quite a stack of dishes and I was relieved to see he had a dishwasher. I opened it and it looked completely brand new and unused. Lance asked Ray if he uses his dishwasher and Ray said, "No I usually wash them by hand because I do a much better job at cleaning than dishwashers do." So I washed as many as he'd let me.

Krystal Tipping with the finished pound cake dessert topped with all sorts of fruit and cool whip. It was delicious!

Ray bringing out his herb roasted chicken.

I don't think I've ever had a sunday dinner that was prepared with so much glee and humility. Ray was just ecstatic to have company over and to show us all his cooking skills. Every now and then he'd poke his head out of the kitchen with a gadget and tell us what it's used for and why we need to purchase it. We tried to convince him to open his own restaurant because that's not just a skill that he's learned, that is a God given gift! I cannot describe how tasty and delicious everything was. I mean it was just a huge buffet table of yummy food. It felt like a holiday! Ray was just tickled pink and so excited to have friends over. He lives by himself and every now and then his mother visits him so I think he gets lonely at times but he's the most humble man I know and I know that Heavenly Father takes special interest and care of him, especially on matters that he's not too keen about. We call him The Gentle Giant because he's just this big teddy bear that's all heart from head to toe.

Before one of the other couples left early, Ray ran upstairs to get a gift for Michelle (who's expecting her first baby so I assumed it was a baby gift). He came back down with this box and said, "Now I know you're married, but I know the minute I saw you, you were the biggest sweetheart I've ever seen. So I was in the store and I saw this doll and I knew I just had to get it for you." She opened it and it was a porcelain doll in a beautiful wedding dress. It was the sweetest gesture and gift I've ever seen. We were all so overcome with a full and tender love for this man. He's honestly the sweetest man I've ever met.

I think I learned more about the gospel just being in his home than I learned in all of church yesterday. He's amazing. The dinner was definitely a defining moment in my life. I was just aghast to see his understanding of life and the gospel. All the lessons I've learned of the principles of the gospel were confirmed to me tenfold by the way Ray lives his life and it was a treasure for me to be reminded again of the small and simple things in life. The service he gave yesterday was not just about inviting over several friends and cooking a gourmet dinner. He uplifted our spirits in a way that no one else could. He showed and added a greater and deeper meaning to the word humility. He is a testimony to me that Heavenly Father does have a hand in our lives, and not just during the large, life changing moments such as job opportunities, school, children, etc. But He's mindful of even the small, piddly, trivial things such as the ugly cockroach in the kitchen that freaks me out or the fact that I have an extremely obnoxious mosquito bite on my little toe. He taught me the still small voice is felt not always heard, and that love is an expression of selflessness. Thank you Ray for giving us a gift that no one else could.

New Addition to the Family

Saturday Lance gave me the look with the puppy dog eyes. I know, you'd think after three years of marriage I'd get used to it and have some sort of defense look I could shoot back at him. But I heard him out and..............we got a pet. Now I explained to him that this yearning for something to cuddle with and play with and take care of something that will love him back, is a guy's way of saying, "hey, I think I want a baby." But he denied that fact even though he doesn't have me convinced.

A few months ago Lance bought a ten gallon fish tank on craigslist for $10. Not a bad price for something that would sell retail around $90. We don't want fish, they stink, they're boring, they can't do tricks, and you can't pet them. So I reluctantly let Lance buy the fish tank. (I'll also mention a few posts ago when we went to the auction, we were there with the sole purpose and intent to buy an old vintage trunk. Well, yall know we had two bunnies before we moved to Charleston and gave them away before we moved. At the auction, not only did we not find an old vintage trunk, but the only thing we {LANCE} bid on was a gigantic, practically new rabbit hutch. I will admit, it's very large and very nice, but did I mention it's large and we're moving shortly? It was a steal, Lance bought it for $15 and the retail price is about $200). So here we are with an empty fish tank and an empty, LARGE rabbit hutch.

After Lance gave me the puppy dogs eyes I gave in and we went to the pet store and bought a hamster. Yes, that's what Lance had in mind to occupy the fish tank, a hamster. He's reddish brown with a few white spots and alright! He is a cute little thing, I admit it! Lance made him a little house out of an empty oatmeal box and we got him a red ball to roll around the floor in. It's so cute! Or should I say, she's so cute! That's right, she's a female but we just cannot get into our heads that it isn't male because all little creatures are male in our minds. Therefore we had many a discussion regarding what to name our little guy. I had the idea of giving it a Charlestonian name and with Lance's vast knowledge of Charleston history due to his tour guide job, he rattled off all sorts of names. And we picked one, his name is Heyward after Thomas Heyward Jr. a delegate of SC who signed the Declaration of Independence. Heyward is very comfy and is getting used to his new home. No, he doesn't do tricks yet but we do aspire to teach him how to do a tight rope walk on a unicycle. :)

This is our little guy Heyward

He is a little shy at times

Coming out of his home made house

He really likes running in his ball

For those that don't know, Lance has quit his career as a

mortician/funeral director/embalmer/makeup artist, at least temporarily. You see Lance has primarily been doing removals and removals only while we've been here in the Lowcountry. He has worked 12 hour shifts from 9pm - 9am, 7 days a week, with no weekends and no holidays. Can you spell m-i-s-e-r-a-b-l-e???

This has been a problem especially on weekends that we work in the temple because by the time we're through with our temple shift, Lance will have been awake for more than 24 hours and has to work Saturday night, and then is expected to teach on Sundays. The next time he'd get sleep would be after being awake for 48 hours. (I hoped you all followed me on that). So, he approached his boss and said he needs the weekends off. Well his boss had an alternative plan: work 72 hours straight, then one day off, work 72 hours, then one day off, etc, etc. Yeah pretty much suicide. (No pun intended). But there was a perk, his boss was going to give him a raise of $50 per month for the extra 120 hours he'd be working. OUCH! Man that's a huge slap in the face and an absolute insult!! Lance gave him a months notice and quit.

Well that was over two months ago and Lance is now working for Olde Towne Carriage Co. For you out of towners, he drives a horse drawn carriage full of tourists and gives them a tour of downtown while pointing out historical facts. At first Lance was so far out of his comfort zone and felt so awkward, he really didn't like it at all. He doesn't like horses nor will he ever, he's working in the excrutiating heat outside, it isn't in a professional setting, etc. But after a few weeks he's really come to enjoy what he does. He really appreciates the fact that he has learned all the history and gets to be social with actual living humans. :)

This obviously isn't a picture of Lance although I can see where you might confuse him with this guy's bald head as well. Ha ha!

It's amazing to me that we thought we were taking a huge pay cut, relying mostly on tips, but the way and timing this job turned out is nothing less than a little help from above. Lance is making more per hour than he ever would have doing removals for his previous boss, he gets to ride his scooter instead of a big van, he gets to see sunlight, and best of all we get to see each other more than an hour a week. I'll tell you, it has been bliss being able to see Lance everyday. Before, we'd see each other maybe an hour at the most per week. Yes, I was alone A LOT. Yes, it was VERY difficult. No, I don't want to EVER do that again, it was horrible.

Needless to say he enjoys it, I enjoy that he enjoys it, and we get to see each other everyday. He will shortly return to the morbid job that I am so intrigued with and will be a licensed mortician after he finishes school (which is the primary reason for moving back to Twin).

New Hobbies

Lance and I discovered a new little hobby - antique auctions. This past weekend we went to an auction about a mile from our home, not really knowing what to expect but I had one thing in mind: an old trunk. We have several friends that have a ginormous, old, antique trunk that they got at the auction for $30. I want one of those trunks and that was my sole purpose of going to the auction.

The place was packed so we stood for the entire time, yes my feet hurt, but it was a lot of fun. I bid on this really old ornate, thick, gold framed 1900's period picture of children playing. It was so pretty and I bid up to $100 but was outbid by $25. As soon as the other lady won, the auction guys hung it back up on the wall and it fell apart. I'm glad I didn't win it after all.

Half the fun was bidding and seeing what they have to buy, the other half was watching these pro bidders and weird people who were not only interested but willing to pay money for crap. (Don't get me wrong it wasn't all crap, the furniture and pictures were unbelievable). I can't believe these little old women that buy ugly ceramic trinkets for hundreds of dollars. They must be very knowledgeable about antiques and different artists because they could have saved themselves $99 and bought the same santa clause mug at the dollar store. We all know that most old people's homes have shelves and shelves of trinkets and nick-knacks, but honestly a $100 for them??? They're crazy and have too much retirement money on their hands, they need to invest in an xbox and take up Rock Band to fill their time.

After we left the auction we walked around the antique mall and saw some really neat things. The prices were ridiculous so we quickly learned anything we buy at the auction is a steal. I will admit, when I went to antique malls when I was a kid I didn't like it one bit. I thought everything was just old junk that should have gone to the DI and everything was far over priced. It smelled old, it looked old, it felt old and l felt like I was about to contract every germ and disease known to man. BUT after living in such a rich cultured city I've come to appreciate history and all the stories behind the antiques.

Until I find my old trunk, I'm going to keep going to these auctions and give dirty looks at the old people buying dumb trinkets and scoff at the next 6'6" man that sits right in front of me!

Moving Ticker

Due to the many protests and complaints of our moving ticker, it is officially coming down. I would personally like to thank those who have voiced their opinions. I do not want to move. I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE Charleston for various reasons which I could spend all day numbering, however life doesn't stand still. I will expound on that at a later date.