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I thought my blog needed a new profile picture.

It will be five years, on September 12th, that Tom and I have been married.  Five years from the day I took this picture.  Yup!  We were married in the San Antonio, Texas temple in the morning and had the reception that night back home which is about three hours South.  I was so happy!  We both were of course, we had just gotten married!  And we still are so happy and it's only been five years!  Getting out of the "honeymoon stage?"  Hope not!

Memorial Vacation

2013, Memorial Day weekend, we camped out at Huntsville State Park with my sister in law, her husband, another sister in law, her husband and four kids, his sister, her four kids and their parents.  Luckily we all had different sights.  We had a camp sight with just water, no electricity.

Our Camp Sight at Huntsville State Park

It was so much fun!  On our last day there, at breakfast, we told Evelyn that we would be going home to our kitty.  She started to cry because she thought that we had moved to the park.  It surprised us just how much she loved camping.  It was the first time she had ever taken a shower and she has been "going through the car wash" ever since.

I had been looking through a pictures folder and remembered that I wanted to make this post.  We didn't go this year because I was too pregnant.  We might go next year depending on how well Raven does with walking.  She will almost be a year old at that time.  We might even leave her with my parents so Evelyn can go camping again.  She was sad that she didn't get to go again this year but she was happy that the reason was because she was going to be a big sister very soon.

Me

I hope this is not a bad thing, but this picture sums me up nice. 

I hope this doesn't come across bad too; my husband found it and immediately thought of me.

I may be fatty, but hey I am cute!  I don't like my weight at all (I'm too embarrassed to mention the actual number) but that doesn't mean I don't think I'm cute.  I haven't always been big.  I was a little chunky, when I look back at pictures I just look like I was no more than 10 pounds over weight.  In high school, especially my senior year, I was fit.  I broke up with my boyfriend and went into work out mode.  If I ate out, I ate something grilled chicken and drank water or lemonade only.  I was in JROTC in high school and the summer between my junior and senior year I went to the "boot camp" we had in Texas for Army JROTCs.  In JROTC, we have physical challenges that we need to pass.  It's like the final for the class.  Depending on male or female, you need to do a certain amount of different physical activities to pass.  One of these tasks is to jump a wall.  I missed the wall every year but my senior year.  YAY!  It's a big deal for a girl.  It's harder for a girl.  Girls need to have the top of the wall hit below the breast line to make it over.  Boys only need to hit their chest to make it over.  It takes timing and practice, of course, for anyone that does it.

This whole week, the heat has hit 100* so I am not going walking.  I didn't loose the baby weight from having Evelyn and I most defiantly haven't lost the baby weight from Raven.  I planned on walking around the university after I drop off Tom at class but it has just been way too hot!  So when the weather is cooler in the morning without fail, I will walk for at least 30 minutes to get ready for Swimsuit Season 20-15!  (If I am able to get where I want to be in weight, which is 130 pounds, I will make a post about what I did and that post will have my start weight, which is what I weigh now.)  I have made this declaration before, but before I didn't already need to be at the university in the morning.  Just put Raven in the stroller and walk.  I need new shoes but I can do with what I have.

I have Zig Techs.  I like them a lot.  I always get a pain on my upper left thigh but when I wore those I had no problems at all.  The only problem about them is that the top of the shoe is fabric and it is ripped.  A lot.  I would wear bright socks to have it look a little crazy with the purple on the shoes already.  The soles of the shoes are still good, worn on the inside but I wore them almost everyday for a year.  That happens.  Just wish the fabric on top of the shoe didn't rip.  That's the only reason I need new tennis shoes.

Like I said before, August is a time for New (Academic) Year resolutions!

A Member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints

I have not said this directly.  I am a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. 

Yes,

I am a Mormon.

I'm not sure why I was not direct about it.  I think I wanted people to "find it" in my posts.  I like it when I find that in someone's blog, little things that link us that way.  This is no little thing indeed, but I hope you know what I mean.  I am extremely happy to be a member of this church.  I have a relationship with my Heavenly Father and my eldest brother, Jesus Christ because I belong to The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints.  My husband served a mission for our church.  My father served a mission for our church.  My brother comes home from his mission on Monday (YAY!).

I don't think anyone reads my blog.  According to the info on my dashboard, yeah, no one does.  I subscribed Tom myself so I would feel better about what I'm doing but I am going to write this as if I have a sold out audience.  I will speak (type/blog) boldly so someday another can hear me.  I'm doing this so at least one other person in the world can read my blog and feel comfort in knowing that they are not the only one going through what they are.

I am a Mormon.

I was born into the church and I grew to love it at a very young age.  It helped me choose whom I wanted to marry.  I was engaged before I met Tom.  This young man got baptized.  He said it was his own choice and he didn't do it for me but he stop going to church completely once we broke up.  You can conclude what you want.  When I was very young, I decided that I would only marry a man that served a mission.  It was very important to me.  A young man on a mission learns to solely serve others.  They learn who they are as a child of God and they give one of the greatest gifts to people; learning that you came from God, our Heavenly Father, and His plan of salvation.  I wanted that example for my children.  I wanted my kids to have a return missionary as a father.  That's why I made that decision, for my future children.  This young man told me he would not serve a mission and I almost gave in.  I almost married him.  I couldn't.  I decided along time ago that I would marry a return missionary and why was I going to change that?  For a young man?  If I had to change that to marry him, then he wasn't the one I was supposed to marry.  He wasn't meant to be the father of my children.

I told Tom that if he hadn't gone on a mission, I wouldn't have even dated him.  It's true.  I wouldn't have.  I didn't want to go through that again.  I love Tom very much but just because I love him, that doesn't make him the best for my children.  For those of you who are not married yet, decide who you will marry by think who this man will be for your future children.  It helps a lot when your heart and mind seem conflicted.  A return missionary is what I needed for my kids.

I am a Mormon.

I am a mother of two girls.  I am a wife to a wonderful man that sometimes acts like a kid and always acts as if his whole purpose is to love and provide for us; his family.  I am kind.  I am very talkative.  I have hope.  I try to love everyone because even when they are mean to me, if I am mean to them, I don't feel right.  The Spirit tells me it's wrong.  I am not perfect.  I get angry sometimes.  I sometimes don't clean the house.  I love my husband and I will always be faithful to him.  I am not a perfect parent.  I try to be patient.  I try to not yell at my oldest (the younger is a baby) who sometimes doesn't listen so she can do whatever she wants.  I am happy that I have the church.  I am happy we have a prophet that continues to guide us through Jesus Christ.

I am happy to be a Mormon.

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