good things, great people.

Last night my ward had a welcome party for me and some of the other newbies and I felt so loved. Before I left, my mother in law came over and brought dinner (she does stuff like this all the time, I think if so many people weren't clinging to the bottom of her feet she'd be translated to heaven) (don't get any ideas HF) anyways, she was pouring me a cup of milk and you know how they have the expiration date on the milk cartons with the name of the employee that stamped them? My mom decides that the name is actually the name of the cow that gave the milk so for the next week or so i'll be drinking milk compliments of Tyler the cow. Which makes me really really happy.

All week a man in our ward named Harry has been coming over and yanking bushes out of the backyard, it looks like really tough work! Those bushes have outgrown their stay, but their root system appears to be as big as their top halves. In spite of their stubbornness, he's done a really good job and the backyard is now roomed up with dirt for endless possibilities. AND spring is here/coming! I feel like a whole new person when spring comes, the air smells like AIR again instead of dank dark musty snow salted dirt.

I was feeling inspired yesterday, since my soul was waking up and stretching in the sun, my pen decided to ink some life onto a page again and brandon gave me an 8/10 for what came out! It's called greys grown green. i think... i'd have to look at it- sheesh pregnancy makes you forget everything!

It's going to rain today... as long as it's not snowing I'm exuberant.

I've been reading a lot of blogs lately that have touched on "being rude" or cynical of other bloggers or people, and I wanted to share two cents that were given to me by (taaaddduuhhh a blog) my friend LIZ. I think what she wrote is really telling, and made me think very hard about what I write and how it may affect others.
It is so easy to get on a computer and write, thinking only about yourself, and this screen that accepts ANYTHING you type into it. Blogging is a great way to swallow up a lot of the thoughts I have that have nowhere to go- blogging is an easy way for me to get all those thoughts out and make room for new ones. BUT that being said, I've written a lot of things that NOBODY else needs to read, and I'm sorry for it. I want to try better and remember that great writing touches people, it doesn't bash them over the heads and make them cringe.
I mean, there are some writers who are good at being mean, but I don't think they are ever directly unkind to ONE person.?

And I don't like reading mean stuff anyways, so why would I write it?

Just something to think about.

I think Liz is write
when she says that we should "write the things of our truest hearts and souls and minds. To be the strong, intelligent, compassionate women we have the potential to be."

I don't think my venting posts make it into that section.

I've decided that I can reserve all the nasty creepycrawlie sad things inside me for a personal journal or EVEN BETTER- i can learn to filter those things that not say them at all! I don't want to be remembered in a book full of complaints! How trite and classless!

Have a really really happy spring (hopefully rainy) day.