Moving

James came in the other day and informed me that our rent was going to be raised effective June 1st. I was not thrilled with the amount that they were raising it to. Really, I don't want to pay more in rent that I would pay for my own mortgage. You might wonder why I don't just go and buy my own house then. Well, I don't want to live here forever. Our goal is to get back to Utah ASAP!!!!! If we buy a home down here it would be harder to just pack up and go when that glorious day comes. So, we have decided to just rent. James moved in to this house a year ago this June, but the kids and I didn't move in until the very end of August. We have only been unpacked for 8 months! That has not even been enough time for me to feel like this is home, and now we are having to move. My first thoughts were "Man! I should not have spent all of those hours pulling gigantic dandelion roots out of the yard" and "I am so glad I did not pay to have spiders and weeds killed!". Heaven forbid I improve on someone else's house! lol Really, my first thought and comment was "Lets just move back to Utah since we have to move". Unfortunately, we need money to live and as James doesn't have a job in Utah, my plan went down in flames.

So, renting in the Imperial Valley is not an easy thing. It is hard to find a place. Luckily we know someone who has a home that they are trying to sell that we are going to rent. We will be moving in the next few weeks. I know, it is risky. The house could sell quickly and then we would need to move again. I am keeping my fingers crossed that it takes a while and my eyes opened (and uncrossed!) for anything else. I am also not unpacking any unnecessary items. Don't want to have to pack it again in the near future. We also are going to have to buy school uniforms. Again. The kids haven't figured that out yet, and that are so not going to be happy about that. Just add it to the list.

Yay! Yay! Yay! I Love It!

So, I am in my second week of instructing the adult boot camp class. It is safe to say that when I first started I was TERRIFIED!!!!! I was very lucky that James was working days, so I had him there as emotional support. Each day has gotten easier. When I first started I was not doing the counting for everyone (just kind of letting them do their own), but I have found that they do the exercises better (less cheating) if I do it for them. I have also found that I am not nervous as I instruct them on what to do. The first day that I did the class I had a friend say he was going to come just so he could make fun of me (he was in the class with me when I was a participant). I told him to go home. He thought I was serious and did! haha!! When he found out I had been kidding he said that he would do the next class but didn't really think I would be able to work him out hard enough. First of all, can I just say rude!? However, I kind of felt the same way. At the end of the next class he was dripping sweat and totally out of breath! I had done it! I knew that if I could work him out hard (he is in pretty good shape and young to boot) I would be okay.

So, yesterday comes and I have a hard workout in mind for the class. I was worried that it would be too hard and I wasn't sure I would be able to do it! James had the day off, so he came and I really worked the class out. I even had James sweating, and that takes some effort. I have found that I push myself so much more in leading the class than I ever would just exercising on my own. I have also had people from the class say that it is harder than before I started doing it! Wow! I have had parents from the sidelines (some of these people look like they are in extremely good shape) say that the class looks so hard, and the lady who ran the class before (remember, she is pregnant) told me that when she comes back she wants me to do a class once a week so that I can work her out! I about passed out. This woman's body is in FANTASTIC shape (besides the little baby filling up her tummy! lol)! It was amazing to hear her say that she wanted me to work her out! I can't believe how much I am loving doing this class. I am surprised that I am capable of doing it, but I am thrilled that I am. It feels so good to be able to push myself and others so hard and to succeed! It has been an extremely rewarding adventure and I am looking forward to doing it for the next few months! Yay, yay, yay!!!!

April Fools

This is not an April Fool's day joke, but it certainly could be! Last night I found out that the gym I go to was going to cancel the adult class until later this summer. The coach that runs the class is pregnant (due in June) and having contractions. She has been told to just rest. None of the other coaches want to do the class (they have other classes that they are running). As the coach was telling me she looked at me and said "It will be canceled starting next week.....unless you want to do it!". So, low and behold I am subbing for her until I leave to Salt Lake this summer! That is about 30 classes!!! Holy cow! My whole entire life I have detested exercising and now I am running a class 3 times a week! Who would have ever thought that would be a possibility?! See, it could be an April Fool's day joke! I have to say, I am very excited and extremely nervous. I am worried that I would be able to make it fun or hard enough. And what if people walk in and look at me and say 'yeah, right! Like she can teach the class!'? Keep your fingers crossed for me.

Worries

Do you ever look around and wonder who is really happy and who is hiding sadness or pain? I have often wondered that. We can look at someone and think that they look like their life is wonderful but reality might be the extreme opposite of wonderful. It is so hard, impossible really, to truly know how someone is feeling or what their life is like.

I have had times when all I want to do is cry or curl up in a ball, but don't really have that option. There have been several times in the past week where I have just wanted to cry but because I am helping to coach little squirts I have had to be happy as a clam. Who knew I could be such a good actress. I did notice that when I was focusing on the girls I wasn't focusing on my own worries and problems. I suppose there is something to learn from that. Maybe when we are feeling down we should try to focus on serving others and see if that helps us with our own problems. It may not take them away, but might help us to have a better attitude when dealing with it. Just a thought.

Aches and Pains

What is up with my poor, almost 39 year old body? I am still having issues with my ankle (back to no exercising right now....sad.....), and now I am having issues with my wrist! I am not sure what I did to it (James thinks it is from gymnastics -doing it and spotting kids doing it) but it is in mind numbing pain all of the time. Really?! Come on body! Give me a stinking break! (and I don't mean my bones!)

Who Is The Bigger Dork? You Decide.

Who is the bigger dork? James or Temaire'? I have MANY stories that could swing the vote in either direction, however, I am going to stick to the following two. Please, I really want to know.

Temaire's story:

I float. I can not sink to the bottom of a pool. If I put my legs straight down and let go of the side they bob right up to the top. Right along side my head. James and I were at the Navy base swimming and he decided to see if a 10lb swimming brick would make me sink. If I sunk James told me to try and walk across the bottom of the pool. It took a bit of time, but I made it down to the bottom. I started to walk, made it a few steps, needed some air and I opened up my mouth and took a deep breath. Problem was, there was not air under water! I dropped the brick and went shooting back up to the top coughing and sputtering all over the place. James was in hysterics. You might wondering at my lack of common sense. Keep in mind that when I walk I am usually able to breath and it was just a habit!

James' story:

James was at work doing a double shift. It was a little bit after 2:00 a.m. He was taking the quads to the gas station to fill them up when he was stopped by a train. He put the car in park to wait. There were also two cars behind him. The next thing he knows he is waking up and there is no train, no cars behind him. Nothing. Well, he was still there so there was something! He figures he was asleep for about 30 minutes!

So, you decided. Who is the bigger dork?

Hysterical!

Last night, after listening to one of my daughters yell at her sister in her sleep (this lasted for about an hour, off and on) I finally fell asleep around 1:30. A little bit before 3:00 I was abruptly awakened by my husband, screaming out as loud as he could 'ONE!!!!!!!!!'. Not only was it done at an extremely loud volume (the word was bouncing off of the walls and my ears were ringing), but it was also done in a short, staccato form. I about jumped out of my skin!!!! As a general rule, James does not talk (or scream) in his sleep. I reached over and asked him if he was okay. I got absolutely no response. I laid there for a second and then burst in to laughter! I could not stop laughing!!!! All of a sudden I heard James laughing as well. He had yelled so loudly he woke himself up. He has been helping to run a pre-academy for people trying out for his team. I figured that he was dreaming about what he had done that day and was counting out for them while he was working out. Turns out he was actually yelling at his brother in his dream and said 'WES!'. We laughed for a bit and then I thanked him for making sure I would not be able to sleep for another hour or two. He then reminded me of something that happened when we were first married.

I have a lot of nightmares and one of those is a recurring one of a gigantic spider coming down from the ceiling on to my face. The problem is that I don't realize it is a dream. I am absolutely positive that it is real. When this happens I start screaming and pull my blanket over my head in a sweeping motion and then put it up in the air to catch the spider and fling the blanket to the floor. I then jump up from the bed just in case I missed the spider and quickly turn on the lights and have to check all over the place to make sure there are no creepy crawlies around. Imagine how thrilled my missionary companions were at night! lol

So, back to my story. We had been married a couple of weeks and I had neglected to inform James that I talk in my sleep (he had found out by the time this story unfolded) or that I have many nightmares, my spider one included. We were sleeping and I had the dream and responded in the same fashion that I just wrote about. He thought someone had broken in to our house and was getting ready to attack! He jumped out of bed and ran to the living room to do whatever damage he needed to to fend of the attacker......never mind that his side of the bed was closer to the door than I was and I had not left my side of the room. If someone had broken in and I was screaming because they were attacking me wouldn't they have been in our room? He was tired and wasn't thinking. Once he realized that I was dreaming and someone was not trying to kill me he tried to show me that there were no spiders around. He was not thrilled about being woken up that way, but has gotten used to it. By the way, how would you have liked to be our neighbors in our apartment complex with the thin walls?! haha

Last night, after we finished laughing (it took me a while. I kept thinking about it and would start to laugh again) he told me that he was just getting even. I guess it worked!