Your Mother Doesn't Live Here

So these last two weeks Velo and I have been locking up the church. That's his calling. We just love it. It is relaxing, peaceful, one is able to do it on your own schedule and it is surprisingly necessary.
Most nights there have been things for us to fix. Now, I'm not sure about you, but I was taught to leave things in a better state than they were in before I had them/used them/etc.
One night we drove by and there was a van out front. Turns out someone was tuning the organ at 11:30 at night. Strange we thought, but they scurried off when they heard us, so we never saw them or had to kick them out. Strange, but not too bad.
Another night, there was a light on in the clerks office. Again this was abnormally late at night. (We usually lock up right before we turn in to bed.) Velo was going to leave it, but I thought he should at least tell them to double check that they closed the outside door behind them. So he knocked on the door. No answer, he knocked again and said hello. No answer, Velo wanted to leave, I was outraged someone wouldn't even answer. Rude! So we knocked louder and tried rattling the door. You know, to really let them know someone wanted to talk to them. Still no answer. Velo decided to try his key. This would surely make the culprit open the door. The key worked! It actually opened the door to the clerks office. We were super surprised. However, no one was in the office. They had just neglected to turn off the light. Wow, they must have been in a rush to get out of there if they couldn't even have flipped the switch.
My saddest events since we've been locking up have been; finding parked cars in the lot (with people in the backseats.) I mean, who goes to a church parking lot to make out-or worse? Velo found paint balled windows once on a outside check. And, once we found a rock and shards of glass on the floor of the R.S. room. The window had been duct-taped by someone that day using the room for an activity, but the blatent vandalism made my heart sink into my stomach.
How horrible to be so willing to just destroy property.
These, amongst the very common; a/c left on, windows open, lights on and doors not locked up, show an irresponsibility baffling to me.

Clean up your own mess. That doesn't just mean trash and garbage, that means putting things back, closing windows you opened, flipping a switch when you leave, and making sure the building you're using is kept clean and safe by simply locking it back up. Is this such a difficult concept? Do we have so much to do we can't leave things in a better or at least similar state as we found them? Or is it just simply someone elses job to clean up after us?
Seriously, be responsible enough to take care of things that aren't even yours, but that you are taking the luxury of using.

Heavenly Husband

I don't want to forget what just happened and how much it meant to me, so I'm blogging about it.

A little background information...

We have church at 1:00.
Early this morning I was up feeling sick. Velo, my husband, was up taking care of me.
We slept until 11:00 when our 2 yr. old cousin who lives with us, we call her Foosa, started screaming and bawling. So we both sat up in our bed and beckoned her to come into our room. She would have none of that. Just wanted to scream I guess. Eventually I got up and we went downstairs to see if she'd been feed yet. She had, the evidence was there on the table, old eggs. We played with the birds we have as pets for a few minutes, then I ate some breakfast. This didn't sit very well with me. Feed the lizards and We went back upstairs around 12:15. Not enough time for me to get ready to go to church and get the baby ready.
Velo got up and got ready while I talked to Foosa's sister about going to church, how we could since we had no car seat (mom had taken it w/ her to work).
Foosa loves church. It's the only time she gets to play with other children. She simply thinks nursery is the best. Now I really believe in our church. So I feel terrible keeping her away from a place she is so happy, because I think it will make a subconscious difference when she is older. But I just wasn't feeling up to it, and Sister wasn't going to be going.

Additional background info.

Velo tries hard, but is still learning to deal with children. Especially in large doses, like having an instant 2 yr. old living with us. He also has a hard time making himself get ready and leave the house. Even for church, although he to does believe in it.

So to the point of this blog...

Velo gets himself ready and tells me to get Foosa ready for church and he will stroll her there. So I and Sister can rest up for a few hours, Foosa can go to nursery and he will do as he knows is right.

Wow. I may not seem like such a big deal down in words, but here in reality, it was a BIG deal. I am so grateful for a husband whom honors his priesthood duties, is willing to be the example and still go to church with the Foosa even when it isn't convenient.

Breaking it down again,

Velo took Foosa. Big deal because he tries, but is still working on the kid thing.
Velo strolled Foosa. Big deal because that is much more work than driving or staying at home.
Velo strolled Foosa to church. Major deal because church is important, but even though I say that, he acted, and he did it.
He took the active role and he is helping her see it is important.
I love that man. I am so glad I have him in my life and I am so glad he will stand up and do what is right. Even when it isn't easy. I am so proud of him. Today he inspires me to be better and do more.

In the Begining

So here it is, the breaking down of my insistence that I don't need to blog because I just comment on others blogs. Lately, I have been really enjoying reading my friends & families blogs. So when talking with a good buddy, dishesandlaundrey.blogspot.com, we discussed how great it is that people are finally doing the journaling and history we've always been told to be working on. Ever since, I've been playing around with the idea and finally gave in by starting a blog for my school stories. I have not started that blog yet though because I keep thinking about things I could blog about and reasons to take the time to actually DO it that weren't work related, at all. In the end, I decided to make a "personal" blog too. But lets be honest, how personal can a publicly viewable diary be? Well, we'll see I suppose. I may have a large following, or I may just be putting stuff down that may be read by offspring some day. I must admit, I do hope someone, somewhere along the way will read this. If I'm really lucky maybe I can inspire, uplift, bring joy or just be closer, to someone, anyone. Who knows, I may just surprise myself and the person I might help the most will be...me!