Wow. I haven't updated in quite some time. Sorry about that. These are my excuses: I broke our computer charger. Those things are pretty hard to break without cutting them with scissors, but I found the only way to break it with only a table.
This is what has been going on in the Compton home.
Cory and I are going to Florida this Friday, and I am so excited! It will be my first time to a warm beach. We have been wanting to go there since we got married. But, if you know my husband, you know that he does not spend money easily. He his the most frugal man I know. But we are finally doing this. I have been dreaming about our trip, and the dreams involved witches, piranhas, sharks, and a TON of tropical fish. So, I don't really know what to expect.
These last couple of months have been really stressful for me. I have always been a pushover, and a people pleaser. I have no problem standing up for other people, but when it comes to myself, I have the hardest time standing up for me. You have no idea how hard it is. After high school, I never had any problems with it. I was getting better. I can now stand up to people who respect me and I respect them. Well, a while ago, I was put in a situation that started out fine, but has turned for the worse. I started getting walked all over. I didn't realize at first, but when I did, it was like flash backs to high school. I have the hardest time standing up to this person. It has made me angry, every time I speak to this person. I hate those feelings, so I had Cory give me a blessing, and it helped for a while, but those harsh feelings came back. Cory and I started talking about this situation for a while now, and we decided that I am experiencing this to I and grow a back bone. I need to learn to respect myself enough to stand up to those I don't respect. This is terrifying to me. Just thinking about it is making my hands all clammy. But I have been given this opportunity several different times, and I didn't do anything about it. I will this time. Luckily I have Cory to help me. He will be my crutch for a while.
Along with that, there is Obama-care. More like Obama-stupid. Cory is a Physical Therapy Assistant. Most of the people he works with are on Medicare. Well, thanks to Obama, Medicare is going down the toilet. They have already made the first big change to Cory's job which will pretty much cut his hours in half. If they keep this up, he won't really have a job. So, pretty much this vacation is our last hurrah before we start penny pinching (like we haven't been doing that already) And it also means that I need to find a job. Well, I don't have a car, and we will be moving, and hopefully away from this town, so either it would be a long commute, or I would quit. But I also need to get a degree. But in what? I have a few ideas, but if Medicare continues like this, those ideas won't do any good. Ugh.
On a brighter note, Fall is coming! (HOORAY!) I love the Fall! I love the colors, and style, the temperature, everything. I love wearing scarves, so Fall is the time that I get to get those out. Also, November is almost here, that means Thanksgiving and Black Friday! And Cyber Monday! After November we get December, and that means, mine and Cory's 3rd anniversary (and our dear friends 2nd anniversary), my 22nd birthday, and Christmas. December is pretty fantastic!
Anyway, enough for today. Stay tuned, and remember that God loves you!
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
Another Odd Dream
Wow, it's been a while since I have been on my blog. The Olympics distracted me. That's a good excuse, right?
I decided to write my dream that I just woke up from. So strange.
The Ranch by: Sara Compton
It was decided that we would spend our day helping Mr. Hanks with his ranch. He was old, and not able to take care of his large ranch as easily by himself. We pull up and find a very large pond behind his house. We arrived early, so we decided to take a dip in the pond before starting work.
Cory, of course, wanted to fish, and our good friend Mike joined him. Meanwhile, Mike's wife, Robyn joined me. We swam trying to find as many sharp rocks as we could and make a dam. My younger brother, Daniel, along with James, Thomas, and my dad, climbed trees and jumped in the pond.
We were having a grand ol' time when Mr. Hanks came to round us all up. He got in a small boat to retrieve Robyn and myself. We climbed aboard and waited to hit shore. It took a long time. The pond had grown twice it's size, and the tail end of the boat was sinking. Not making a big deal about this, Robyn and I sat there as the water rose to our shoulders. Soon, the boat was no good to us. Robyn was swimming, trying to keep up with the boat, while I had hung on and was being pulled. Out of nowhere, a shark starts chasing the boat. Terrified, I try to climb back into the boat (the tail end still under water). Robyn was right behind me, trying, as well, to get back to the boat. The shark swims up next to us, threatening us as he bumped his nose against us.
"Let go of the boat and swim behind the shark. He'll leave you alone, he just wants to be in front." Mr. Hank yelled over our panicked screams. Swim behind the shark? Is he nuts? Let go of the boat? No, I must have heard him wrong. I looked back at Robyn, and the look on her face made it clear that I did not hear wrong.
With a prayer, I let go of the boat and swam around the shark's front to get to it's rear. Big mistake. Angy that I had gotten in front of him, the shark opened it's large mouth and chomps down. Luckily I swim super fast and just missed being eaten for lunch. Instead, the shark had bitten down on the boat, taking off the whole end of it.
We reached the shore without anymore close calls. Mr. Hanks was right, the shark just wanted to be in front.
"I need help with some animals, I have so many, and I can't keep track of them." Mr. Hanks said as we started walking toward a large yellowed field. The field was empty except a woman in the center. She appeared to be eating the grass like a deer. Intrigued, I walked closer, with my arm extended. The girl-deer slowly walked to me.
"Isn't she a beauty? We found her in the woods with a broken leg. I mended it, and she's stayed here ever since. Her name is Wendy."
"Your animals are people?" I asked. I hadn't seen any another sign telling me different.
"No! That would be crazy. No, we clone Wendy, and turn her clones into different animals." He said matter of factly.
Suddenly, the field was full of animals. Cows, horses, pigs, dogs, any animal you would ever find on a farm was in that field. I walked to the horses and cults, at the same time a cult, acting much like a puppy, ran to me and licked me on the cheek. The more I petted the small animal, the more snugly it got.
We were assigned chores. I was to feed the horses and cults milk and tuna. Robyn was supposed to get the tuna, either by fishing for it in the pond or going to buy some. Mike was to work in navigation (after being awake, I don't know what use that was). Cory was to jump of the trampoline with the chickens, and then make pillows out of the feathers that had fallen out. Daniel was to take care of the dogs. Thomas to tell jokes to the cows. Jame and my dad were to make hats for the roosters.
As I sat on the bunk bed with the horses around me, waiting for their milk. I let only one on the bed with me, and that was the cult that had licked me. I had named her Sandy. Once I had finished feeding the horses the milk, I went to find Robyn for the tuna. I found her with Mike. As Mike worked hard, navigating us all, Robyn found a computer and started playing games.
"Robyn, where is the tuna?" I asked.
"Oh, yeah, um, I didn't get the tuna." She replied, not moving her eyes from the computer.
"But I need the tuna. That was your job. You failed us all."
"I'm just so tired of doing what's right all the time. I decided to be a rebel and not get the tuna." She looked at me and gave me a smirk, then turned back to her game.
"Robyn, if you don't do your part, how are we going to trust each other?" I was near tears now.
"Sara, don't you see? This is their was of using us. Their plan is to clone us, just like Wendy. But if we are bad, they wont want us. I'm saving all our lives."
Whatever. I stormed out of there. She can't be right. They wouldn't clone me. I needed that tuna. I went to find Daniel, and together, we went to the lake. It had turned into a kitchen, and we sat on the counter tops. Knowing the water was under the tile, I threw a rock down on the floor, and sure enough, it make a small hole, and water started to come up. The floor had started to become transparent, and I was able to see the huge tuna swimming beneath me. I forgot my fishing pole. The only way I could catch them was to use my leg. I knew I had to get the fish, but I was afraid of them swallowing my leg.
"Sara, I know it's scary, but it needs to be done. I would do it, but you are the only one with legs that taste like marshmallows." Daniel encouraged. He was right. Daniel couldn't do it. The tuna would hate his bread tasting legs.
After catching a few tuna, we decided to go back. The horses were probably hungry. But the only was to get back was to walk across the floor, and it was starting to sink. The shark was still in there, and I didn't want to risk my life again. Slowly, Daniel and I walked across the tile. We couldn't step on the blue tiles, because they weren't tiles at all, but traps made by the shark. The floor started sinking further and further, and I could see the shark and his punk alligator friends. We would have to run.
And then I woke up. I hope you enjoyed this dream. It sounds silly, but while I was dreaming it, it was terrifying and frustrating. It was so real.
Stay tuned. And remember, God loves you!
I decided to write my dream that I just woke up from. So strange.
The Ranch by: Sara Compton
It was decided that we would spend our day helping Mr. Hanks with his ranch. He was old, and not able to take care of his large ranch as easily by himself. We pull up and find a very large pond behind his house. We arrived early, so we decided to take a dip in the pond before starting work.
Cory, of course, wanted to fish, and our good friend Mike joined him. Meanwhile, Mike's wife, Robyn joined me. We swam trying to find as many sharp rocks as we could and make a dam. My younger brother, Daniel, along with James, Thomas, and my dad, climbed trees and jumped in the pond.
We were having a grand ol' time when Mr. Hanks came to round us all up. He got in a small boat to retrieve Robyn and myself. We climbed aboard and waited to hit shore. It took a long time. The pond had grown twice it's size, and the tail end of the boat was sinking. Not making a big deal about this, Robyn and I sat there as the water rose to our shoulders. Soon, the boat was no good to us. Robyn was swimming, trying to keep up with the boat, while I had hung on and was being pulled. Out of nowhere, a shark starts chasing the boat. Terrified, I try to climb back into the boat (the tail end still under water). Robyn was right behind me, trying, as well, to get back to the boat. The shark swims up next to us, threatening us as he bumped his nose against us.
"Let go of the boat and swim behind the shark. He'll leave you alone, he just wants to be in front." Mr. Hank yelled over our panicked screams. Swim behind the shark? Is he nuts? Let go of the boat? No, I must have heard him wrong. I looked back at Robyn, and the look on her face made it clear that I did not hear wrong.
With a prayer, I let go of the boat and swam around the shark's front to get to it's rear. Big mistake. Angy that I had gotten in front of him, the shark opened it's large mouth and chomps down. Luckily I swim super fast and just missed being eaten for lunch. Instead, the shark had bitten down on the boat, taking off the whole end of it.
We reached the shore without anymore close calls. Mr. Hanks was right, the shark just wanted to be in front.
"I need help with some animals, I have so many, and I can't keep track of them." Mr. Hanks said as we started walking toward a large yellowed field. The field was empty except a woman in the center. She appeared to be eating the grass like a deer. Intrigued, I walked closer, with my arm extended. The girl-deer slowly walked to me.
"Isn't she a beauty? We found her in the woods with a broken leg. I mended it, and she's stayed here ever since. Her name is Wendy."
"Your animals are people?" I asked. I hadn't seen any another sign telling me different.
"No! That would be crazy. No, we clone Wendy, and turn her clones into different animals." He said matter of factly.
Suddenly, the field was full of animals. Cows, horses, pigs, dogs, any animal you would ever find on a farm was in that field. I walked to the horses and cults, at the same time a cult, acting much like a puppy, ran to me and licked me on the cheek. The more I petted the small animal, the more snugly it got.
We were assigned chores. I was to feed the horses and cults milk and tuna. Robyn was supposed to get the tuna, either by fishing for it in the pond or going to buy some. Mike was to work in navigation (after being awake, I don't know what use that was). Cory was to jump of the trampoline with the chickens, and then make pillows out of the feathers that had fallen out. Daniel was to take care of the dogs. Thomas to tell jokes to the cows. Jame and my dad were to make hats for the roosters.
As I sat on the bunk bed with the horses around me, waiting for their milk. I let only one on the bed with me, and that was the cult that had licked me. I had named her Sandy. Once I had finished feeding the horses the milk, I went to find Robyn for the tuna. I found her with Mike. As Mike worked hard, navigating us all, Robyn found a computer and started playing games.
"Robyn, where is the tuna?" I asked.
"Oh, yeah, um, I didn't get the tuna." She replied, not moving her eyes from the computer.
"But I need the tuna. That was your job. You failed us all."
"I'm just so tired of doing what's right all the time. I decided to be a rebel and not get the tuna." She looked at me and gave me a smirk, then turned back to her game.
"Robyn, if you don't do your part, how are we going to trust each other?" I was near tears now.
"Sara, don't you see? This is their was of using us. Their plan is to clone us, just like Wendy. But if we are bad, they wont want us. I'm saving all our lives."
Whatever. I stormed out of there. She can't be right. They wouldn't clone me. I needed that tuna. I went to find Daniel, and together, we went to the lake. It had turned into a kitchen, and we sat on the counter tops. Knowing the water was under the tile, I threw a rock down on the floor, and sure enough, it make a small hole, and water started to come up. The floor had started to become transparent, and I was able to see the huge tuna swimming beneath me. I forgot my fishing pole. The only way I could catch them was to use my leg. I knew I had to get the fish, but I was afraid of them swallowing my leg.
"Sara, I know it's scary, but it needs to be done. I would do it, but you are the only one with legs that taste like marshmallows." Daniel encouraged. He was right. Daniel couldn't do it. The tuna would hate his bread tasting legs.
After catching a few tuna, we decided to go back. The horses were probably hungry. But the only was to get back was to walk across the floor, and it was starting to sink. The shark was still in there, and I didn't want to risk my life again. Slowly, Daniel and I walked across the tile. We couldn't step on the blue tiles, because they weren't tiles at all, but traps made by the shark. The floor started sinking further and further, and I could see the shark and his punk alligator friends. We would have to run.
And then I woke up. I hope you enjoyed this dream. It sounds silly, but while I was dreaming it, it was terrifying and frustrating. It was so real.
Stay tuned. And remember, God loves you!
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Regular old update.
Whoops, I forgot to do Tuesday's top five. But, in my defense, yesterday was a very busy day. When I finally had time to relax, the power went out, which means, no internet.
So, I have started working out. I work out with a few friends from church (if I didn't have friends, it wouldn't get done). We are doing Turbo Fire. It's a love hate relationship. It is so hard. I hate doing it, but I love the way it's making me feel! Right now, my legs (that includes every muscle there is in the legs), arms (but mainly my rotator cuffs), back, and butt are soar. So very sore. I love having sore muscles, it makes me feel like I'm doing something right. Although, I must admit, I'm not enjoying my sore back. It's just painful. Anyway, I'm almost done with week 1. I'm very proud of myself.
I have discovered something that has saved me from going insane. Recently, our apartment has been home to a ton of fruit flies. I don't know how we got them. Cory and I are very careful about putting food away, right away. My best guess is, that one of my neighbors are not careful about putting food away. (Doesn't surprise me). Anyway, I found a way to kill those little beasts fast (although, more seem to come). All you need is apple cyder vinegar, dish soap, plastic wrap, and a rubber band.
You put apple cyder vinegar in cup (about 2-3 inches) then just drizzle a half tsp to a full tsp of dish soap. (this pulls them in and sinks them to the bottom so they die). DO NOT STIR, OR SHAKE TOGETHER, just let the soap sink to the bottom. You then, put plastic wrap (I double it) over the top of the cup, rubber band it closed, and then poke a small hole in it. I poked a pencil through to make my hole, and it worked just fine. You want them to easily find their way in, but they are so stupid, they can't find their way out.
I made my trap early evening, and by 3AM there were about 15-20 flies already dead.
Well, that takes me to the end of the entry. Stay tuned. Remember to love your neighbor!
So, I have started working out. I work out with a few friends from church (if I didn't have friends, it wouldn't get done). We are doing Turbo Fire. It's a love hate relationship. It is so hard. I hate doing it, but I love the way it's making me feel! Right now, my legs (that includes every muscle there is in the legs), arms (but mainly my rotator cuffs), back, and butt are soar. So very sore. I love having sore muscles, it makes me feel like I'm doing something right. Although, I must admit, I'm not enjoying my sore back. It's just painful. Anyway, I'm almost done with week 1. I'm very proud of myself.
I have discovered something that has saved me from going insane. Recently, our apartment has been home to a ton of fruit flies. I don't know how we got them. Cory and I are very careful about putting food away, right away. My best guess is, that one of my neighbors are not careful about putting food away. (Doesn't surprise me). Anyway, I found a way to kill those little beasts fast (although, more seem to come). All you need is apple cyder vinegar, dish soap, plastic wrap, and a rubber band.
You put apple cyder vinegar in cup (about 2-3 inches) then just drizzle a half tsp to a full tsp of dish soap. (this pulls them in and sinks them to the bottom so they die). DO NOT STIR, OR SHAKE TOGETHER, just let the soap sink to the bottom. You then, put plastic wrap (I double it) over the top of the cup, rubber band it closed, and then poke a small hole in it. I poked a pencil through to make my hole, and it worked just fine. You want them to easily find their way in, but they are so stupid, they can't find their way out.
I made my trap early evening, and by 3AM there were about 15-20 flies already dead.
Well, that takes me to the end of the entry. Stay tuned. Remember to love your neighbor!
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
Tuesday's Top 5-Pet Peeves.
So I find myself thinking all week about what to write on my blog. Hoping that something exciting will happen so I could have this awesome story to write about. But, being home alone all day, not a lot happens. Sad.
So, I've come up with an idea. I will have a theme day. Once a week (or more, it I enjoy doing this) I have a themed blog. A general theme with changing details. Does that make sense? I did a little brain-storming, trying to think of something clever to do. I came up with Tuesday's Top 5. Each week is a different list of various top 5 things.
If you like this idea, feel free to steal it. Also, I have a list of 5 things to write about in the future, but I can foresee myself running out of ideas, so you could give me your ideas.
Today's is Top 5 pet peeves.
1.) It absolutely drives me nuts when people are loud when they eat. Moaning, talking with their mouth full, smacking their mouth while they're chewing, biting their utensil (it's not a pretty sound, please don't do it), etc. I can hardly be in the same room when I hear people doing said list. I have been known to just get up and walk away because I'm afraid I will yell and possibly strangle the person doing them.
2.)When people use the wrong past tense. I'm not a grammar nazi. But when I hear "I seen you yesterday!" or "I drawed this for you." or "I swimmed in the lake." Or when they try so hard to use the right word, but add a letter, such as "I sawl you yesterday." Really? Did you go to kindergarten? Didn't you learn how to talk? And it happens all over! You would think that only in the South would you hear such a thing, but no. I've heard it while in MN, I've heard it in Utah, Indiana. It's everywhere.
3.) Negativity. Now I understand the need to vent. I understand having a bad day. But when I see you are having a good time, laughing, smiling, whatever, and I ask "How's it going?" and the response is something like "Eh, it's ok, but I wish it wasn't so hot." or "Ok, but I wanted something different to eat" or "good, but I wanted to do something else" WHATEVER! You were just enjoying yourself. Do you need the pity party around you all the time? Is it to hard to admit you are enjoying yourself. But not only during activities, I see it all the time on facebook. When every status you have is negative, or complaining, or whining, you have a negative problem. Be happy. Smile. Admit to liking something. (my negative post about negativity...... convenient eh?)
4.)People getting in your personal space just to talk. Do our noses really have to be touching? I don't mind if it's a close friend and we're just goofing off, but I had better know you pretty darn well for you to get all up in my purple circle to talk. If I can smell your breath, and count your pores, we're too close.
5.)When people talk during a movie. I don't mind a question about the movie here or there. It becomes a problem when you are constantly asking what is going on, or why they did what they did, or my favorite: when someone just comes on screen an no one knows anything about that person and someone asks "Who is that? What are they doing?" You know just as much as we do. Watch the movie, and you'll find out. Or of course when people just have their own conversation during the movie. If it's a movie I've seen a 100 times, I don't mind if people talk, but if it's a new movie to me, and everyone wants to watch the movie and two people decide to talk about the drama in their lives to each other.......leave the room, or wait.
So there you have it. What are your top 5 pet peeves? If you want to join in on the list, next week will be top 5 habits. Stay tuned, and remember, God loves you!
So, I've come up with an idea. I will have a theme day. Once a week (or more, it I enjoy doing this) I have a themed blog. A general theme with changing details. Does that make sense? I did a little brain-storming, trying to think of something clever to do. I came up with Tuesday's Top 5. Each week is a different list of various top 5 things.
If you like this idea, feel free to steal it. Also, I have a list of 5 things to write about in the future, but I can foresee myself running out of ideas, so you could give me your ideas.
Today's is Top 5 pet peeves.
1.) It absolutely drives me nuts when people are loud when they eat. Moaning, talking with their mouth full, smacking their mouth while they're chewing, biting their utensil (it's not a pretty sound, please don't do it), etc. I can hardly be in the same room when I hear people doing said list. I have been known to just get up and walk away because I'm afraid I will yell and possibly strangle the person doing them.
2.)When people use the wrong past tense. I'm not a grammar nazi. But when I hear "I seen you yesterday!" or "I drawed this for you." or "I swimmed in the lake." Or when they try so hard to use the right word, but add a letter, such as "I sawl you yesterday." Really? Did you go to kindergarten? Didn't you learn how to talk? And it happens all over! You would think that only in the South would you hear such a thing, but no. I've heard it while in MN, I've heard it in Utah, Indiana. It's everywhere.
3.) Negativity. Now I understand the need to vent. I understand having a bad day. But when I see you are having a good time, laughing, smiling, whatever, and I ask "How's it going?" and the response is something like "Eh, it's ok, but I wish it wasn't so hot." or "Ok, but I wanted something different to eat" or "good, but I wanted to do something else" WHATEVER! You were just enjoying yourself. Do you need the pity party around you all the time? Is it to hard to admit you are enjoying yourself. But not only during activities, I see it all the time on facebook. When every status you have is negative, or complaining, or whining, you have a negative problem. Be happy. Smile. Admit to liking something. (my negative post about negativity...... convenient eh?)
4.)People getting in your personal space just to talk. Do our noses really have to be touching? I don't mind if it's a close friend and we're just goofing off, but I had better know you pretty darn well for you to get all up in my purple circle to talk. If I can smell your breath, and count your pores, we're too close.
5.)When people talk during a movie. I don't mind a question about the movie here or there. It becomes a problem when you are constantly asking what is going on, or why they did what they did, or my favorite: when someone just comes on screen an no one knows anything about that person and someone asks "Who is that? What are they doing?" You know just as much as we do. Watch the movie, and you'll find out. Or of course when people just have their own conversation during the movie. If it's a movie I've seen a 100 times, I don't mind if people talk, but if it's a new movie to me, and everyone wants to watch the movie and two people decide to talk about the drama in their lives to each other.......leave the room, or wait.
So there you have it. What are your top 5 pet peeves? If you want to join in on the list, next week will be top 5 habits. Stay tuned, and remember, God loves you!
Thursday, July 5, 2012
Time flies!
So, some of you know that July 3, 2009 was the day that Cory and I first met. 3 years ago this past Tuesday. On that day Cory asked me to be his girlfriend, and to marry him..... little did he know... he he he. And then, the 4th of July was the 3 year anniversary of our first date.
I've been remembering those days and the circumstances leading up to them. It was amazing that we even met. For those who don't know, Cory and I met at a YSA (young single adult) activity. From what I understand, Cory hardly ever went to those, and almost didn't go to this one. Me, on the other hand, LOVED YSA. I wanted to be 5 minutes early and stay as late as I could. Well, I was staying with my sister, and they needed the car, so I was planning on going with a friend of mine. He baled on me the day before. Saying he was moving. So I called my friend Eden, who I was going to invite anyway, and asked her if she wanted to go "oh and by the way, can you drive us?". Luckily she did want to go, and she could drive us. (When we arrived, my first ride was there. Just having the time of his life. Thanks dude.) This was a very delicate window. Cory would probably not have gone to any more YSA activities and we would have never fallen in love.
I am so grateful for having Cory in my life. He is such an amazing man, and truly is the best man for me. I am so glad he didn't give up on me. I really had no idea how to be in a relationship, and I probably drove him crazy the entire time.
3 years. It's funny how one day can change your life forever. How Heavenly Father knows what you need at that time in your life. I had no idea why I needed to go to Kansas, I thought it was to help my sister through her pregnancy. It was because I needed Cory in my life for so many reasons.
I am so excited to celebrate our 3 year anniversary of marriage in 5 months. Time really does fly. I still feel like we are only in our first year of marriage. I am so glad I have eternity to spend with the love of my life.
Well, that's enough cheese. Stay tuned. Remember, you are a child of God, and He loves you very much!
I've been remembering those days and the circumstances leading up to them. It was amazing that we even met. For those who don't know, Cory and I met at a YSA (young single adult) activity. From what I understand, Cory hardly ever went to those, and almost didn't go to this one. Me, on the other hand, LOVED YSA. I wanted to be 5 minutes early and stay as late as I could. Well, I was staying with my sister, and they needed the car, so I was planning on going with a friend of mine. He baled on me the day before. Saying he was moving. So I called my friend Eden, who I was going to invite anyway, and asked her if she wanted to go "oh and by the way, can you drive us?". Luckily she did want to go, and she could drive us. (When we arrived, my first ride was there. Just having the time of his life. Thanks dude.) This was a very delicate window. Cory would probably not have gone to any more YSA activities and we would have never fallen in love.
I am so grateful for having Cory in my life. He is such an amazing man, and truly is the best man for me. I am so glad he didn't give up on me. I really had no idea how to be in a relationship, and I probably drove him crazy the entire time.
3 years. It's funny how one day can change your life forever. How Heavenly Father knows what you need at that time in your life. I had no idea why I needed to go to Kansas, I thought it was to help my sister through her pregnancy. It was because I needed Cory in my life for so many reasons.
I am so excited to celebrate our 3 year anniversary of marriage in 5 months. Time really does fly. I still feel like we are only in our first year of marriage. I am so glad I have eternity to spend with the love of my life.
Well, that's enough cheese. Stay tuned. Remember, you are a child of God, and He loves you very much!
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
We Are Spies
So the other night I had a crazy, wonderful dream. So here it goes.
I spy, you spy- a dream, by Sara Compton
Cory comes home from work and announces that his job is having him go to Italy for the week to help work on a couple of patients. Sadly, I couldn't go. After sitting around trying to come up with a plan that would not leave me home alone, we end up with the solution of me going to Paris, France for the week. (I don't know why, if we could afford me going to Paris, why I didn't just go to Italy with Cory)
Our bags are packed and we are on the way to the airport when Cory says "I'll miss you."
"I'll miss you too. But it's only a week, and we've been apart longer than that. We will make sure we chat everyday on facebook." I say, trying not to get too emotional. This will be the farthest we ever been away from each other.
"Be ready to leave by Friday, I will come pick you up and we can go home together." He's said this about 10 times before, but I don't stop him. This will be hard on both of us. So i respond "Don't forget me." We then share the silence. It's not an awkward silence. It's the silence that is so full of emotion and love, we don't need words. There are no words.
We get to the airport kiss goodbye. Not wanting to let go, but knowing we have to. I go to my gate and wait. I'm excited to see Paris, but do I really want to go without Cory? Isn't Paris the City of love? I will be all by myself. I numbly walk on the plane and take my seat. The person sitting next to me is way to chatty. Talking about their significant other sharing this trip together. Great. Just tune them out. Can't they see that I'm without my significant other? Do they have to be all kissy face in front of me? Gross. I fall asleep.
We land and I find a cab to take me to my Hotel. I don't know French. So it is easy to tune out the driver talking away. We pull up to the Hotel, and it is way too fancy for one person. I walk up, a bell boy comes and takes care of my luggage. I walk into the lobby. Huge would be an understatement. There is a museum to the right and a zoo to the left. There's an aquarium surrounding both. I wont even need to leave the hotel to be entertained, which is good, I would end up getting lost outside. I would get lost here too, but it should be easier to find my way.
Taking my time to see everything, I slowly walk to the front desk and say my name.
"Oh yes, Madam, if you would follow this fine young man, he will show you to your suite." The man behind the desk has such a heavy accent it takes me a while to dissect what he said. Finally, after looking like an idiot, I follow the young man with droopy eyes. My suite turns out to have 2 bedrooms, 2 kitchens, a pool with a hot tub, and a safe. The living could fit about 200 + people. The 80" TV makes me feel like I'm at the movies.
I get interrupted by a knock on the door.
"Hi Sara, your mom didn't want you in Paris alone, so she sent me" My Aunt Becky and a few of her kids walk in.
"Huh?" was all I could get out as I watch my cousins file in.
"Your mom didn't want you here alone, so she sent me. Sorry, I couldn't leave my kids home." Came the cheery response.
"Um, my mom does know that I'm 21 right? And that I'm married? She does know that she doesn't have to take care of me anymore right?" I'm getting a little frustrated. Not that I'm not happy to see my family, but warning would have been nice.
"Oh yes, but she recently watched "Taken" and she doesn't want you to end up like a prostitute." Ok..... I guess that's nice, but I wouldn't be talking to anyone anyways..... whatever.
"Well, I'm going down to the lobby. I'm taking the bedroom straight ahead." I walk out.
There are so many things to do in the lobby it's hard to know where to start. But then I spot it. Sitting a little taller than a toddler is a baby elephant. Ok, my mind is made up. I walk, almost run to the little guy. He is not in a cage, but sitting on a rug out in the open. I take that as permission to pet him. He is so soft. His tiny trunk out lines my face and we become instant best friends. I have to find a way to keep him. So, naturally, I steal him. I wrap him in a scarf and hold him like a baby and run to the elevators. Safe in the elevators I decide it's a good time to name the little guy. Christopher. Yes, Christopher is a great name for my new friend. I hurry Christopher to my room. He can wonder the suite during the day but at night I will need to put him somewhere. I settle on the safe. It's big and believe it or not, it has holes in it....not much of a safe.
Becky, being totally awesome, never asks about the elephant. Never asks how or why I have it. She just goes along with it. And no one down stairs seems to care it's missing. Success. The next few days go by in a blur. Now that I have a pet to keep me occupied, Friday came so fast. I wake up on Friday morning and let Christopher out. I go to the window to see the view. Instead I see Cory.
"Hi dear, are you ready?" He says with a huge smile.
"Is that a jet pack?" Is all I say.
"Why yes, yes it is. Come, I have a flying motorcycle for you, it's to carry all the luggage." So, as if this is all normal I pack my luggage into the flying vehicle.
"Cory, guess what! We have an elephant. His name is Christopher!"
"That is splendid Darling!" We are all packed up, but Cory decides he wants to blow up the balcony. We place the bombs, he flies a little ways off and blows it up. I'm still on the thing, so me, being totally graceful, and awesome, cartwheel up balcony as it hangs by the thread. Cory catches me and we fly off into the sunset.
We have to take a break over the ocean, so we find a small island. All of a sudden I have a 9 year old son that's been following us the whole time. He is obsessed with bugs. While we are on this small rock island, my son (for the life of me, I can't remember his name....I know. I'm a horrible mom) points out a round cave on a cliff that appeared out of no where.
"That is where we keep our fortune." Cory announced. And it made sense. Like I new it all along. We fly up there and enter the cave. The place is filled with gold bars, silver bars, copper bars (I don't know) and jewels. Right as we were about to leave we see an evil blue dude trying to steal our treasure. Cory and I whip out some awesome fighting moves. We tie up the blue man to a stalagmite, just out of reach of money. We leave him there.
"Dad," says my son, "How did you guys do that?"
"Well, son, your mother and I are spies. We have been for quite some time now. Let's go home" We fly the rest of the way home. We buy and awesome house (now that I have a son and an elephants, we needed a place bigger than our apartment) with a huge back yard for Christopher. And we live happily ever after, as spies.
THE END
Hope you enjoyed it. Stay tuned. Remember God made you the way you are for a reason!
I spy, you spy- a dream, by Sara Compton
Cory comes home from work and announces that his job is having him go to Italy for the week to help work on a couple of patients. Sadly, I couldn't go. After sitting around trying to come up with a plan that would not leave me home alone, we end up with the solution of me going to Paris, France for the week. (I don't know why, if we could afford me going to Paris, why I didn't just go to Italy with Cory)
Our bags are packed and we are on the way to the airport when Cory says "I'll miss you."
"I'll miss you too. But it's only a week, and we've been apart longer than that. We will make sure we chat everyday on facebook." I say, trying not to get too emotional. This will be the farthest we ever been away from each other.
"Be ready to leave by Friday, I will come pick you up and we can go home together." He's said this about 10 times before, but I don't stop him. This will be hard on both of us. So i respond "Don't forget me." We then share the silence. It's not an awkward silence. It's the silence that is so full of emotion and love, we don't need words. There are no words.
We get to the airport kiss goodbye. Not wanting to let go, but knowing we have to. I go to my gate and wait. I'm excited to see Paris, but do I really want to go without Cory? Isn't Paris the City of love? I will be all by myself. I numbly walk on the plane and take my seat. The person sitting next to me is way to chatty. Talking about their significant other sharing this trip together. Great. Just tune them out. Can't they see that I'm without my significant other? Do they have to be all kissy face in front of me? Gross. I fall asleep.
We land and I find a cab to take me to my Hotel. I don't know French. So it is easy to tune out the driver talking away. We pull up to the Hotel, and it is way too fancy for one person. I walk up, a bell boy comes and takes care of my luggage. I walk into the lobby. Huge would be an understatement. There is a museum to the right and a zoo to the left. There's an aquarium surrounding both. I wont even need to leave the hotel to be entertained, which is good, I would end up getting lost outside. I would get lost here too, but it should be easier to find my way.
Taking my time to see everything, I slowly walk to the front desk and say my name.
"Oh yes, Madam, if you would follow this fine young man, he will show you to your suite." The man behind the desk has such a heavy accent it takes me a while to dissect what he said. Finally, after looking like an idiot, I follow the young man with droopy eyes. My suite turns out to have 2 bedrooms, 2 kitchens, a pool with a hot tub, and a safe. The living could fit about 200 + people. The 80" TV makes me feel like I'm at the movies.
I get interrupted by a knock on the door.
"Hi Sara, your mom didn't want you in Paris alone, so she sent me" My Aunt Becky and a few of her kids walk in.
"Huh?" was all I could get out as I watch my cousins file in.
"Your mom didn't want you here alone, so she sent me. Sorry, I couldn't leave my kids home." Came the cheery response.
"Um, my mom does know that I'm 21 right? And that I'm married? She does know that she doesn't have to take care of me anymore right?" I'm getting a little frustrated. Not that I'm not happy to see my family, but warning would have been nice.
"Oh yes, but she recently watched "Taken" and she doesn't want you to end up like a prostitute." Ok..... I guess that's nice, but I wouldn't be talking to anyone anyways..... whatever.
"Well, I'm going down to the lobby. I'm taking the bedroom straight ahead." I walk out.
There are so many things to do in the lobby it's hard to know where to start. But then I spot it. Sitting a little taller than a toddler is a baby elephant. Ok, my mind is made up. I walk, almost run to the little guy. He is not in a cage, but sitting on a rug out in the open. I take that as permission to pet him. He is so soft. His tiny trunk out lines my face and we become instant best friends. I have to find a way to keep him. So, naturally, I steal him. I wrap him in a scarf and hold him like a baby and run to the elevators. Safe in the elevators I decide it's a good time to name the little guy. Christopher. Yes, Christopher is a great name for my new friend. I hurry Christopher to my room. He can wonder the suite during the day but at night I will need to put him somewhere. I settle on the safe. It's big and believe it or not, it has holes in it....not much of a safe.
Becky, being totally awesome, never asks about the elephant. Never asks how or why I have it. She just goes along with it. And no one down stairs seems to care it's missing. Success. The next few days go by in a blur. Now that I have a pet to keep me occupied, Friday came so fast. I wake up on Friday morning and let Christopher out. I go to the window to see the view. Instead I see Cory.
"Hi dear, are you ready?" He says with a huge smile.
"Is that a jet pack?" Is all I say.
"Why yes, yes it is. Come, I have a flying motorcycle for you, it's to carry all the luggage." So, as if this is all normal I pack my luggage into the flying vehicle.
"Cory, guess what! We have an elephant. His name is Christopher!"
"That is splendid Darling!" We are all packed up, but Cory decides he wants to blow up the balcony. We place the bombs, he flies a little ways off and blows it up. I'm still on the thing, so me, being totally graceful, and awesome, cartwheel up balcony as it hangs by the thread. Cory catches me and we fly off into the sunset.
We have to take a break over the ocean, so we find a small island. All of a sudden I have a 9 year old son that's been following us the whole time. He is obsessed with bugs. While we are on this small rock island, my son (for the life of me, I can't remember his name....I know. I'm a horrible mom) points out a round cave on a cliff that appeared out of no where.
"That is where we keep our fortune." Cory announced. And it made sense. Like I new it all along. We fly up there and enter the cave. The place is filled with gold bars, silver bars, copper bars (I don't know) and jewels. Right as we were about to leave we see an evil blue dude trying to steal our treasure. Cory and I whip out some awesome fighting moves. We tie up the blue man to a stalagmite, just out of reach of money. We leave him there.
"Dad," says my son, "How did you guys do that?"
"Well, son, your mother and I are spies. We have been for quite some time now. Let's go home" We fly the rest of the way home. We buy and awesome house (now that I have a son and an elephants, we needed a place bigger than our apartment) with a huge back yard for Christopher. And we live happily ever after, as spies.
THE END
Hope you enjoyed it. Stay tuned. Remember God made you the way you are for a reason!
Friday, June 1, 2012
Catch up PART 3-goats
The rest of the weekend was fabulous! Sunday evening, we played the drawing game with Alicia's family. Sadly, Cory had to go pick up some goats in Alexandria, MN, so he couldn't participate in that game, but it was so funny. I was laughing so hard, tears were streaming down my face. Alicia's family is pretty amazing, I am not going to lie!
Later that night we played CURSES!! So much fun! But so hard! You really cant get distracted for one second or you get in trouble. I will buy this game. And it will be amazing.
The goats. Oh dear. So, my dad in law raises goats. He got rid of most of his goats this past fall, I believe it was, and so recently, he bought more. Two more that is. He bought them from a lady in Alexandria, MN. He was going to be going to MN the same weekend we were, and so to save him some time and the world from pollution with gas, we volunteered to pick them up for him. I thought it was one goat until the day we left I was informed it was two goats. So we travel up to MN with two dog crates and it doesn't look like anything is going to fit after we assemble the crates. But we continued.....mainly cause there was no turning back.
Cory gets the goats and I have to admit, they are so cute. But loud. And stinky. Their voices were pretty horse from crying all night, so they were high pitched and squeaky when we started our trip home. After a long while, they finally quiet down.....but they would start right back up if we put on music, or if we talked out loud. And then every once in a while, this foul, rank smell would fill the car. Lovely. So, we would roll down the window to get fresh air, but that would bring up the very loud duet of beating. The car smelled like a petting zoo covered in poop.
When we got around St. Joseph, it got very loud. We had to stop to find the goats and us. Now, I have to say, the baby girl was so cute. I would hold her and she would calm right down. She would nuzzle her chin up to my neck and just snuggle with me. And once we fed her, I'm pretty sure she slept most the remainder of the trip. The bigger and older boy goat would drink from the bottle without getting out of his crate. Well that wasn't going to happen. Not in the middle of town. So we give him some hay. That stirs Cory's allergies up, and it turns out, I have a hay allergy too. So that was wonderful drying while we couldn't breathe.
We named these goats. The girl is Belle. (from beauty and the beast) and the boy is Chip. (also from beauty and the beast). I wanted to name him Gaston, but Cory didn't want him to be a bad guy.
Well, that is the end of the catch up. I hope you enjoyed it. Stay tuned. And remember to look both ways before you cross the street. God loves you!
Later that night we played CURSES!! So much fun! But so hard! You really cant get distracted for one second or you get in trouble. I will buy this game. And it will be amazing.
The goats. Oh dear. So, my dad in law raises goats. He got rid of most of his goats this past fall, I believe it was, and so recently, he bought more. Two more that is. He bought them from a lady in Alexandria, MN. He was going to be going to MN the same weekend we were, and so to save him some time and the world from pollution with gas, we volunteered to pick them up for him. I thought it was one goat until the day we left I was informed it was two goats. So we travel up to MN with two dog crates and it doesn't look like anything is going to fit after we assemble the crates. But we continued.....mainly cause there was no turning back.
Cory gets the goats and I have to admit, they are so cute. But loud. And stinky. Their voices were pretty horse from crying all night, so they were high pitched and squeaky when we started our trip home. After a long while, they finally quiet down.....but they would start right back up if we put on music, or if we talked out loud. And then every once in a while, this foul, rank smell would fill the car. Lovely. So, we would roll down the window to get fresh air, but that would bring up the very loud duet of beating. The car smelled like a petting zoo covered in poop.
When we got around St. Joseph, it got very loud. We had to stop to find the goats and us. Now, I have to say, the baby girl was so cute. I would hold her and she would calm right down. She would nuzzle her chin up to my neck and just snuggle with me. And once we fed her, I'm pretty sure she slept most the remainder of the trip. The bigger and older boy goat would drink from the bottle without getting out of his crate. Well that wasn't going to happen. Not in the middle of town. So we give him some hay. That stirs Cory's allergies up, and it turns out, I have a hay allergy too. So that was wonderful drying while we couldn't breathe.
We named these goats. The girl is Belle. (from beauty and the beast) and the boy is Chip. (also from beauty and the beast). I wanted to name him Gaston, but Cory didn't want him to be a bad guy.
Well, that is the end of the catch up. I hope you enjoyed it. Stay tuned. And remember to look both ways before you cross the street. God loves you!
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