tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69173624784532962572024-02-20T12:25:00.749-07:00The Abundant LifeRandom experiences as we build our family in this world to last through eternity.rindi.roohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18315710553540078647noreply@blogger.comBlogger49125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917362478453296257.post-3085190927763575632011-10-12T16:28:00.002-06:002011-10-12T16:36:10.986-06:00HowdySo it has been a while since I last wrote on this blog. I don't know that it matters much, but I think I will start blogging a little here and there. So what has been going on in the last year? In March we bought our first house...hopefully our last. Much as I love home ownership it has been an experience. Our air conditioning died this summer and we had no one to turn to to fix the problem. We had to find our own HVAC repair guy and then pay for the repairs ourselves. We were very blessed that the fix was only $114. It seems like the list of projects and to-dos has grown very long now that we own as well. Our entire house needs to be re-carpeted, the walls need patching and a new paint job, the yard needs to be fenced and landscaped, the garage doors need openers...and the list goes on. BUT in spite of the thousands of dollars we would love to be putting into this house we will probably take our time. We have a higher priority in mind (at least I do) of trying to expand our little family circle. It may be sooner or later, but with the help of Dr. Lloyd I think we will do just fine. :)rindi.roohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18315710553540078647noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917362478453296257.post-28773049943020961682011-07-17T21:37:00.001-06:002011-07-17T21:40:19.473-06:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLpCV8mQKPQMIBUTdCvuWiOVYiR2aXrc2cpwr_fLzRqmdOf-40-XWCxF4uD9i98r-MKc9MXcOaRTAXpHVk9KI010gbnMpN2LbXurMIYNy93R9x7WBwBcLOYehsRqcnYpVtcv3oYMVF69w9/s1600/6100_139509081258_527701258_3686488_6004320_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLpCV8mQKPQMIBUTdCvuWiOVYiR2aXrc2cpwr_fLzRqmdOf-40-XWCxF4uD9i98r-MKc9MXcOaRTAXpHVk9KI010gbnMpN2LbXurMIYNy93R9x7WBwBcLOYehsRqcnYpVtcv3oYMVF69w9/s400/6100_139509081258_527701258_3686488_6004320_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630531959917517074" /></a>rindi.roohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18315710553540078647noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917362478453296257.post-81417015337479289962011-04-04T10:32:00.000-06:002011-04-04T10:33:44.184-06:00It made me laugh today...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmHvCuew6QgmK5xEbBZIc9YcDz2dSLtJ86ErkpmOSKC_UKDxy6psaiQpcMn9wD67SDAx_soLzyGgxfOxHTMO6ibrj-bZ4FHNsU8WOCgxG3-h9pjRwBvYFChbqf5uhR7H6bA7FFQGFr18Vq/s1600/untitled.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmHvCuew6QgmK5xEbBZIc9YcDz2dSLtJ86ErkpmOSKC_UKDxy6psaiQpcMn9wD67SDAx_soLzyGgxfOxHTMO6ibrj-bZ4FHNsU8WOCgxG3-h9pjRwBvYFChbqf5uhR7H6bA7FFQGFr18Vq/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591767452684742226" /></a>rindi.roohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18315710553540078647noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917362478453296257.post-54175765895132994232011-02-13T20:25:00.001-07:002011-02-13T20:25:29.134-07:00<table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"><tr><td><a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d6a49354d6a59354e546b3d0d0a&blogview=true&campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"><img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox slideshow" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d6a49354d6a59354e546b3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/></a></td></tr><tr><td><a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=smilebox&campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"><img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/></a></td></tr><tr><td align="center">Make a <a href="http://www.smilebox.com/" target="_blank">free picture slideshow</a></td></tr></table>rindi.roohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18315710553540078647noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917362478453296257.post-64707030628186338842010-08-18T20:52:00.000-06:002010-08-18T21:01:26.196-06:00Blessed in AbundanceI cannot help but feel blessed this last week. Isaac and I both began work at our new jobs on Monday. We are both experiencing better work environments, better hours, and better pay. I know that Heavenly Father blessed us because I was praying so intently that we would be blessed with the opportunity to get better jobs, be better able to pay off our debts, and be in a better position to build up His kingdom here on the earth. I have never felt so 'heard' in my life. God truly works miracles for those that love Him.<br />Our new jobs are setting us on a new track in life...one that allows us to spend more time together and live normally. (hurray!) I have felt impressed that now is the time to set my life in order. Now is the time to put aside childish things. The words of Paul come to my mind...in essence they say when I was a child, I acted like a child, spoke like a child, walked like a child. Now I am a man (or a woman in my case) and I have put away childish things from me. -It is now time for Marinda to grow up and be a woman who does chores when she gets home from work instead of sitting down and playing computer games, or does her visiting teaching monthly, or resists evil temptations such as eating an entire carton of icecream in one sitting. I have felt the call and am striving to answer it as I have started tonight.rindi.roohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18315710553540078647noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917362478453296257.post-22911403435212180462010-07-30T17:31:00.000-06:002010-07-30T17:37:58.213-06:00I'm too tired to be doing this......but I'm doing it anyways. I have to work over night again...I think I'll take a nap before the evening's over...but I work only 6 more nights and will be done! I have turned in my two weeks notice because I was offered a job at the court and I accepted it! I'm so grateful that this opportunity has been made available in my life and I think it is because I have been learning how to exercise faith in the Lord. I have learned to accept that I may not know when something will improve, but that when inspiration comes I need to act. I felt it necessary to leave my last job in A.F. and so was searching for a position elsewhere. When I was offered another position, I felt I should accept it with faith that I would be blessed with better work as I moved on. Here it is, about 3 weeks later and I am comfortably aware that I will soon be in a better work environment and be paid better than the work I was doing in A.F. Hallelujah. The moral of the story is: Trust the Spirit. It will not lead you to err.rindi.roohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18315710553540078647noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917362478453296257.post-4825440742091018962010-07-29T18:35:00.000-06:002010-07-29T18:48:13.846-06:00Hello again!Hi folks. I'm missing the blog...even if it is just random ramblings, but hey, it's an outlet for me. So here is where Isaac and I are right now. Isaac has applied for a job with Delta Airlines here in Salt Lake. He found out that they were hiring for mechanic positions, so he sent in his resume and was contacted to take a test. He took the aptitude test and passed, so they then called him in for an interview. He went in for the interview on Tuesday and everything went hunky-dory. They told him they had interviews through the rest of the week and would get back to him on Monday or Tuesday this upcoming week.<br />I, on the other hand, have finally left the state job I held and am working in a residential facility for adults with disabilities. My job right now is WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYY easier and I am treated with respect by my supervisor (hallelujah!) and yeah. The only tough part is that I took a huge pay cut and am only part-time now. Oh, and the other tough part is that I am working from 10 p.m. till 8 a.m. It's a long haul and I have done it once with a coworker and once on my own. I will do it again tonight. BUT, today I had an interview with the court in West Jordan. If I get on there, I will be back to full-time employment but only until December 31st. If I'm hired and a permanent position becomes available, I am sure that I would stand a better chance of getting it. I hope. I have also been taking tests to get in with the US Postal Service as a data entry technician. I passed both tests offered so far and am waiting for further instructions from them. <br />Lots of stuff going on as far as work. <br />Isaac and I are both doing really well. Our new ward is wonderful and our new apartment is cozy. We have been called to teach the Gospel Principles class. We team teach every other Sunday, switching off with a recently returned missionary. It has been so wonderful to prepare and give lessons on the basic principles of the gospel. It has really helped me to remember and return to my roots. I love it!<br />As far as the expansion of our little family we have been delayed by various health issues, but I know that Heavenly Father has a plan for us and that will all occur in the right time frame. We love you all and hope that life is treating you well. Take care!rindi.roohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18315710553540078647noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917362478453296257.post-81374755584258829662010-04-08T23:01:00.000-06:002010-04-08T23:06:29.085-06:00Goodbye Forever!Well, probably not forever. I'm not going to be able to access my blogs in about 58 minutes when comcast shuts off our internet (at our request). We have decided that the combined savings from no texting and no internet plus the added benefit of being able to focus more squarely on our home and family were too good to pass up. I will be occasionally on the internet as I visit family, but yeah. I have posted my information on my facebook should anyone decide to try out the old-fashioned phone call or snail mail method of contact. I love letters and am a faithful return-writer (if that makes sense). So yeah! I've loved reading your blogs and am going to miss it, but I am always here for conversation, written or otherwise. So as a very famous orange and black-striped personage once said, "TTFN! Ta-ta for now!"rindi.roohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18315710553540078647noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917362478453296257.post-1254416690241801582010-04-04T23:12:00.000-06:002010-04-04T23:18:50.960-06:00HopingSo yeah, today was a bit difficult when I went to work. At the beginning there was a huge workload and very few people to take care of it. I was on my feet all day and I found myself wanting so very badly to never have to go to work there again. The day improved only slightly, but fun conversations with nice coworkers made things roll right along at the end. So, what am I hoping for? I am hoping first that my application for the receptionist position at the federal court will actually be considered and that I can even just interview for the position. Secondly I am hoping that should I get the interview, I can get the job. Thirdly, I am hoping somehow in all this process I will still be able to go to Oregon in the first week of May. I know, I'm nuts. I just yearn so badly to have a regular 8-5 M-F job again...I feel it in my bones. Who knows what will happen, but I put in a lot of work on my resume and cover letter, etc, so I'm crossing and double-crossing my fingers that it will work out. Of course, at this point it is no longer in my hands but in the hands of the court and the Lord...if it's right, it will be. Pray for me!rindi.roohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18315710553540078647noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917362478453296257.post-8848247823786927412010-03-31T19:14:00.000-06:002010-03-31T19:21:15.064-06:00Spring CleaningI must say that there is nothing so inspiring as a spring snow to make one want to clean their entire house...not to mention the fact that one's mother is coming to see one tomorrow. :D Indeed, my house always could use a cleaning, but I'm not cleaning out of fear so much out of respect for a coming guest. I love my mom and want to show that indeed I did learn how to clean and do it well. I've been looking forward to this visit ever since she mentioned coming a few weeks ago...it will be nice to show her how we've arranged furniture and pictures. I love my little home (although I am very very excited to move in May) and I look forward to showing it at it's best. <br />Isaac and I recently bought new furniture...a sofa and love seat. It is so refreshing to have somewhere to sit or lay in the front room that doesn't require too much upkeep. The $8 love seat we owned before this was dirty even though I cleaned it and always was a pain to get to recline. Now we have some sitting space that is genuinely comfortable and we say to one and all come visit!rindi.roohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18315710553540078647noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917362478453296257.post-85392631692821099622010-03-18T19:29:00.001-06:002010-03-18T19:40:24.812-06:00Housewife TendenciesMarried life has been an interesting transition for Isaac and myself. We have been learning all kinds of things, including how to go through loss together, how to argue then make up, how to deal with finances, how to support each other while maintaining different opinions on things, etc, etc, etc. It has been an uplifting and challenging experience, but I feel like we have made some beautiful progress in the building of our marital relationship. I'm immensely blessed by the fact that Isaac is my husband. I love him more and more every day and it's simply amazing to me that it's possible to love someone as much as I do him. <br />Anywho, back to the reason for the title. All the transitioning is coming to a head in the last few days and I am beginning to make real changes in my activities at home. I am now dedicating more and more time to cleaning and maintaining my home at the level I want it to be. I want to invite the Spirit into my house more and more abundantly. It has been amazing to see how just organizing the important papers has created an inclination for cleaning the rest of the house...yup. I'm breaking out of the rut I was in and it is showing not just today but has been showing over several days. Yay for me!rindi.roohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18315710553540078647noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917362478453296257.post-69296610159270396262010-02-28T01:32:00.000-07:002010-02-28T01:38:46.526-07:00Temblores ChilenosLate last night I was reading the news and that is when I first encountered the news about the earthquake in Chile. It affected the areas in and surrounding my mission. My prayers are with Chileans everywhere...may you be comforted in this time of distress!<br /><br />Anoche estaba leyendo las noticias y encontre un articulo sobre el temblor en Chile. Pienso en mis amigos Chilenos y los demas que viven por alla. Oro por todos uds...que el Senor les de consuelo en este tiempo de angustia!rindi.roohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18315710553540078647noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917362478453296257.post-27928395822872191732010-02-16T01:23:00.000-07:002010-02-16T01:52:31.988-07:00Musings on Religious FreedomsToday as I was watching country music videos on youtube (and enjoying myself immensely), I noticed some of the comments below one of the songs. One person chose to express how the song made him feel closer to God and how God is there for anyone. I thought that was very appropriate because it was how I felt. Immediately below the comment one man responded something very snide and rude about the person who expressed hope in God. I was taken aback by the ferocity of the attack. I wasn't the only one, as someone else responded to the attacker, suggesting that he had some things to figure out in life. The attacker then responded that he had his life sorted out and had a realistic view of things and then said something to again attack and debase religion. At this point, I couldn't resist the urge to post a response to the poster of the ridiculous outbursts and attacks. My response was clear and concise. I stated that everyone is entitled to an opinion but verbal abuse against people who express something that is different from one's own opinion is childish and as he was an adult I felt no qualms about telling him to learn to be open-minded and leave behind the playground antics. <br />Pondering this, after posting my response, I can't understand what makes people think that they individually have the right to squelch religious expression. I mean, the original comment didn't say anything about believing in God or go to hell. He merely stated how God gave him hope. Why are people so eager to put out the sparks of hope around them? All I can think is along the lines of 1 Nephi 16:2...Wherefore, the guilty take the truth to be hard, for it cutteth them to the very center. As much as the light of hope illuminates our beings and brings us joy it also exposes the wounds of the soul. The pain that such exposure causes then leads to angry outbursts as the feeling of hurt causes in turn a desire to hurt. It makes sense, but not in a happy way. Growing older and learning to understand the various facets of life and choices and consequences has lead me to better understand the scriptures like the ones where the Savior says 'How oft I would have gathered you as a hen gathers her chickens, but ye would not!' (paraphrased, of course). They would not because they couldn't handle the pain in their own wounded souls...and if the soul had been wounded until it was dead...I hate to think of it. How grateful I am for the gospel. How grateful I am to know that there is hope for me even when I am wounded. The Savior's infinite atonement has healed me time and again in so many different ways I can't help feeling sadness for those who don't have that hope and who shun it because of the pain that is exposed in their lives.<br />Anyways, sorry about the long rambling, but it's my blog and I have the freedom to write what I want...religious freedom granted by the founding fathers in the constitution and not to be taken away by any one.rindi.roohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18315710553540078647noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917362478453296257.post-52190715488978290562010-02-08T22:52:00.001-07:002010-02-08T22:54:02.071-07:00The New 'Do<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh4xgSgyGdJSABjKnv89Cmrn49t-o2DorzgG3sXN4OcVmTkxfAIhlRYiQ1aVUO5JuUD6NtJl-2ktL4rgZTlkLFhihirizfLWaTdsezdEFfSLF_lqrA9INsPuQazAqkrH3j93dHer9dcUx9/s1600-h/HPIM0661.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh4xgSgyGdJSABjKnv89Cmrn49t-o2DorzgG3sXN4OcVmTkxfAIhlRYiQ1aVUO5JuUD6NtJl-2ktL4rgZTlkLFhihirizfLWaTdsezdEFfSLF_lqrA9INsPuQazAqkrH3j93dHer9dcUx9/s320/HPIM0661.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436117920445014114" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAjsBmyp4xNBJNBaz0wmdPkJdNTfIOHzepRsQsPpJpFbHVVdV9LLB2sQOLQx0bH4tkh3lyBHuBoGehpUbdZeuOEF6JN2eTRGUW7vtBDAstxO4VYZx4RXV-_qP1grvZ1OdX1b6DLx06lJF3/s1600-h/HPIM0655.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAjsBmyp4xNBJNBaz0wmdPkJdNTfIOHzepRsQsPpJpFbHVVdV9LLB2sQOLQx0bH4tkh3lyBHuBoGehpUbdZeuOEF6JN2eTRGUW7vtBDAstxO4VYZx4RXV-_qP1grvZ1OdX1b6DLx06lJF3/s320/HPIM0655.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436117913906102722" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOHnfQ-MEVEzFALgQCdE9yq5gu2AQKfZYPXKU66xVtHZABbKE4wENy_QzzMIq7jJGk_HPt9nXQn0yJcBRLl-OV1h9q3lvfJbLLRomNAmEpi_2qAqK3Ftf3Mqo9Wijfzed5bQZwE5qj_tQ3/s1600-h/HPIM0663.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOHnfQ-MEVEzFALgQCdE9yq5gu2AQKfZYPXKU66xVtHZABbKE4wENy_QzzMIq7jJGk_HPt9nXQn0yJcBRLl-OV1h9q3lvfJbLLRomNAmEpi_2qAqK3Ftf3Mqo9Wijfzed5bQZwE5qj_tQ3/s320/HPIM0663.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436117901032456578" /></a>rindi.roohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18315710553540078647noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917362478453296257.post-41838038661551242452010-01-27T18:22:00.000-07:002010-01-27T18:35:16.923-07:00Recognizing MyselfI was sitting here, browsing the various events in people's lives...especially my friends...and a dawning realization came over me. I want to get pregnant again. This is the first time since the miscarriage that I have felt a true desire to have a baby. I guess it stems from the fact that every time I read about someone else's experience with pregnancy (and it seems like ALL of my friends are pregnant or have recently welcomed a new baby into the world) it makes an impression on my thoughts about where I am now. Of course, the doctor said to give it six months, and then I've also heard that sometimes a temporary infertility settles on the woman post-miscarriage, but I guess it all depends on what is right for Isaac and myself. <br />Speaking of Isaac we have had a beautiful day together. We got up early and went to institute at 8 a.m. (yay me for not sleeping in!!), we played a couple games of pool after the class was over, then he took me to the Jordan River Trail and we got out and walked a portion of it. We then tried to go see a dollar movie, but the only movie we were interested in was listed on the internet but not yet showing at the theater. Weird. So we rented Bride Wars and enjoyed some lighthearted comedy together (after a funny incident with a broken dvd player). Isaac said to me afterward that he would like to make Wednesday day our date time...especially since we don't get any evenings together. I appreciated that sentiment as it hadn't even crossed my mind to worry about date time. Guess I get too caught up in the present sometimes. But I am married to a wonderful man. :)rindi.roohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18315710553540078647noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917362478453296257.post-61808713315518476512010-01-26T23:20:00.000-07:002010-01-26T23:32:23.161-07:00And Life Continues...I cannot believe that Isaac and I have been married just short of seven months...and my ring still doesn't fit. Ha ha! Our life together has been interesting, full of love, laughter, occasional fights and the inevitable make-ups. If I was asked right now if I would do it a different way if I had the chance, I would have to respond that I would not. Worries I had prior to our marriage on our 'compatibility' have been completely overturned and I am now grateful that I sought and acted on inspiration. And inspiration continues to play a part in my love of my husband. What could be considered as more inspiring than the inspiration that promotes love? Who and what we love defines us. Inspiration plays its part when it whispers to not say that retort you were working up towards in an argument, to make a special trip to the temple, even to prepare a meal late at night so that when your spouse comes home from work, he comes home to a lovingly prepared dinner. Where would we be without such divine whisperings to the heart?rindi.roohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18315710553540078647noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917362478453296257.post-61412580119518328002010-01-07T23:15:00.000-07:002010-01-07T23:29:30.170-07:00A Few ChangesIf there is one thing that I have learned it is that working full-time is waaaaaaay different from going to school full-time. Day in and day out routines develop, patterns form, and you can get pretty comfortable with the status quo. I go to work Friday through Tuesday and have Wednesday and Thursday off. I go to bed between 3 a.m. and 5 a.m. and wake up about 11 a.m. or noon. I get ready, eat, and leave the apartment at about 12:45 in order to make it to work in time to sit a while and chat on the phone with Isaac. I then work 8 hours plus a half hour break and at 10:00 I start heading home. I usually arrive home at about 10:35, eat whatever looks good, watch a movie, play around on facebook or a computer game, or read. I wait up till Isaac gets home at which point he usually wants to do something, like watch a movie or talk. The days blend into each other because they are all basically the same. <br />It is time to strike out for a change. The first change is in motion. We have rearranged the front room furniture, have purchased a king size bed, and have consolidated and organized the spare room. Change number 1 will be complete Saturday morning with the arrival and set up of the bed in our room. <br />Another change I am hoping to make is to keep the kitchen clean. I just washed the pile of dishes <span style="font-style:italic;">again</span>. If we could only just wash them as we make them, my life would be cake. I would probably actually make cake instead of wishing I could then opting to go out to eat. It's a money saver, washing dishes. <br />Another change I would like to make that isn't quite possible yet is I would love to get my hair done professionally. I'm thinking short. Very short. I am tired of dealing with it. Once it is short, I have half the mind to dye it. What color? Who knows. All I know is I need change right now and I believe Isaac needs it too, in his own way. School starts Monday, I believe, and that will provide him with more change than it will for me (other than taking him away more often, which is not the kind of change I want). So yeah, while Isaac is going to school, I think I am going to work on picking up a hobby or something so that I don't vegetate in front of the computer as I am apt to do.<br />Anyways, just thought I would write about the changes I am working on in the hopes that writing them will lead to action.rindi.roohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18315710553540078647noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917362478453296257.post-18088423171129383742009-09-27T00:03:00.000-06:002009-09-27T00:22:17.950-06:00How do I love thee?Let me count the ways:<br /><br />Isaac and I have been married almost an entire 3 month period. Astounding isn't it?? Anyways, I have been thinking about what makes Isaac such a wonderful find for me and here I will list a few for your reading enjoyment (especially for Isaac, since I love him so much!).<br /><br />1. Isaac loves going to the temple. He has really pushed in our marriage to go weekly and when we fail he is really let down. He really has to push because temple attendance means early wake-up calls for me and I do NOT like waking up early. We went to a 7 a.m. sealing session this morning and though I was very cranky on the way there, the session was a beautiful experience and I am very grateful he took me there!<br /><br />2. Isaac is gentle and kind. He will make a fun, wonderful father once we have children. I always tease him that he is going to corrupt them with a bad example, but I know that if my children can learn to be as he is they will be amazing people.<br /><br />3. Isaac is trusting and trustworthy. He doesn't break my confidence and I work hard not to break his (though it is hard to keep secrets about certain subjects!).<br /><br />4. Isaac is generous. Right after we went to the temple, Isaac went and spent 3 hours helping out in a EQ service project. I came home and slept. He is very service oriented and I love that about him!<br /><br />5. Isaac is very tolerant of my movie preferences and even likes what I bring home! I bought Mr. Smith Goes to Washington on DVD at Smith's the other night and we watched it together one night. I got tired (a common occurence in our house) and went to bed and Isaac stayed up to finish it. He then watched it again the very next night. Other movies I have bought (all old movies) and he has really enjoyed watching them with me or without me. It has been delightful to share this as a couple.<br /><br />6. Isaac makes me breakfast sometimes. 'Nuff said.<br /><br />I really can't say enough about him, but a lot of what I want to say can't be put into words. I am so grateful for the blessing of eternal marriage. I'm so grateful that we can build and grow together for months and years and decades. Marriage hasn't been the girlish fantasy I had in junior high, but it has been more real, more beautiful, much better all around. I love you, Isaac. Te amo hasta el fin de la eternidad...que no existe.rindi.roohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18315710553540078647noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917362478453296257.post-44035717654400099962009-09-16T22:38:00.000-06:002009-09-16T23:01:03.346-06:00Disaster Area StabilizedIt is interesting to be a new wife with a new job. Life comes at you fast and furious and things get left undone that would otherwise be...well...somewhat better taken care of. Take for example the kitchen. Lately the only two reasons I would stop to clean dishes is if there were none clean and I absolutely needed one and/or my kitchen was beginning to smell like something died in it and was now past the rigormortis stage. However the rare event of dish-washing comes about in my house, believe me, it has been few and far between moments...to the point that the task became rediculously daunting. For over a week now, I have eyed my kitchen with disgust and, too tired to do anything about it, took up residence in my bedroom. It wasn't until two days ago that my attitude about the dishwashing subject began to change. At work, I am required to wash the dishes after cooking a meal for the individuals in my apartment. I noticed suddenly that I had been avoiding cooking for my dear husband because of the dish problem. I began then to stew over the dishes. I obviously was taking better care of strangers than of my own family. I also began to think about my mother (who, if she is reading or listening to this post, is probably dying with disgust) and how she always has taught us that cleaning up right away after dirtying dishes & anything in general is much easier than waiting for food to harden, mold to form, and smells to begin issuing from plates, cups, counter tops, and floors before cleaning. So, today with my new philosophy and a little guilt added to the mix I decided finally to take on the dish problem. It began as a leisurely experience as I soaked my hands in hot soapy water and listened to the radio. That lasted the first two sink-fulls of water. Then the wear and tear of washing began to manifest itself. More and more tired I became, and more and more difficult the dishes became (mainly because I left the worst for last). The last batch of dishes was almost impossible to finish as I yearned to come and write on my blog about my dish experience, but I stopped myself from leaving the kitchen until the final dish was finished. Hallelujah! Lesson well learned, Mom.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJza9VBa_Nv612Ka4L-fuyAj5iFFMpKOXBB7eb1RFTzpvUTvVEb92hREsou9qEv3znx7fsz09N_Ky6ohaK2jV4VpuEPywFS8Tc7nrMsj7oZlUdGzg4_eg9uCdu7bMc2Z3kEgDfTYzCd_tw/s1600-h/100_4190.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJza9VBa_Nv612Ka4L-fuyAj5iFFMpKOXBB7eb1RFTzpvUTvVEb92hREsou9qEv3znx7fsz09N_Ky6ohaK2jV4VpuEPywFS8Tc7nrMsj7oZlUdGzg4_eg9uCdu7bMc2Z3kEgDfTYzCd_tw/s320/100_4190.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382296605384713890" /></a><br /><br />Now the laundry...rindi.roohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18315710553540078647noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917362478453296257.post-88987441493320555242009-09-05T16:16:00.000-06:002009-09-05T16:21:53.029-06:00Husband on line.So I decided that I would post something because I am bacheloring it today. My wife is very sweet and I am the lucky one. We both have now been offered full time benifited positions at our jobs. All though we only have the one car I love getting to talk to my wife on the drive home from work although she gets very tired by the time she gets their to pick me up. I worry very much about how awake she isn't when she makes the 10 mile trip downtown to get me. But I appreciate her for it. I was able to talk with an old supervisor in the interview I had for a better postion elsewhere with the church yesterday and enjoyed chatting with him immensily. Life is trully joyful.rindi.roohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18315710553540078647noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917362478453296257.post-28323911169510769962009-09-04T00:25:00.001-06:002009-09-04T00:32:48.816-06:00New Situations Provide Happier TimesI have now been working in my new 'family' for almost a week. I was hired as a 'staff' member a week and a half ago after my second interview for a benefited position with the USDC (Utah State Developmental Center). I am now working with 5 females instead of 4 males. My ladies are all very sweet and I already love them very much. It has been a delightful experience to be exposed to their tender need for affection. I am beginning to love my new job. Frustrations before this change in position were leading me to consider leaving the job for good, but now life is much better. I have excellent coworkers who are not perfect but get the job done. With the change in position I have also been able to have more time with my Isaac. My shift has changed from 8-4:30 to 1:30-10. That change has added several hours to our day together and we have rejoiced in eachothers company. (Of course, in the last two day we spent our extra hours together sleeping...but how nice to sleep together!) Isaac has an interview for a full-time benefited position with the church tomorrow. If he gets the position, we will be blessed with even more time together. :) I truly feel blessed. I know Heavenly Father has been mindful of our needs and has met our needs and exceeded them so that our cup truly is running over. :)rindi.roohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18315710553540078647noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917362478453296257.post-87975639606198447942009-08-24T18:05:00.000-06:002009-08-24T18:13:39.906-06:00Happy TimesIt's monday, and I am sitting in my living room after a long day's work at the USDC (Utah State Developmental Center). I've found myself often complaining about the leanness of the time I get to spend with Isaac, but today I feel quite different. Today I am feeling grateful for the fact that time spent with that wonderful man is the best time there is and it carries me through the not so good times. This last weekend, Isaac and I went mini-golfing. We played 36 holes and I never have had so much fun! I laughed and laughed constantly...the other people playing at the golf course must have thought that I was crazy, but I couldn't help it. Isaac truly is the best friend I have ever known...and he grows more and more so as the days go by. He is my support, my defender, my love. I am very grateful to have such a wonderful man as my husband.rindi.roohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18315710553540078647noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917362478453296257.post-52932234529491633462009-08-18T22:00:00.000-06:002009-08-18T22:08:37.352-06:00The Lonely WifeLife is full of trials...my current trial is not being able to see my husband during the week with the exception of about 5 hours between 2 a.m. and 7 a.m. It has been difficult, and we spend as much time together as possible.<br />Today I had a first...a pang of down-and-out jealousy. I was sorting laundry when I picked up the shorts Isaac left on the floor after changing into his work pants. I went through the pockets to remove change and papers. Among the papers were two receipts, one for a movie ticket and one for a beverage from the theater. Isaac had mentioned spending time with a friend today, but I had no idea exactly what they were doing so I wasn't prepared for the evidence of their activities. Perhaps it's PMS? <br />So I feel the need to ask of you, my blog readers, what should I be doing to improve my attitude? What can I do to keep from feeling too lonely or is this what I will have to learn to deal with until I am used to my life?rindi.roohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18315710553540078647noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917362478453296257.post-1088751802081967442009-08-09T03:48:00.000-06:002009-08-09T03:49:23.140-06:00Isaac asked me to post this one too...<table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"><tr><td><a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d5441334e7a597a4f444d3d0d0a&blogview=true&campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"><img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox slideshow: Honeymoon" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d5441334e7a597a4f444d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/></a></td></tr><tr><td><a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=neverblue&campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"><img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/></a></td></tr><tr><td align="center"><a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows" target="_blank">Make a Smilebox slideshow</a></td></tr></table>rindi.roohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18315710553540078647noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917362478453296257.post-29382009533189584922009-08-07T01:37:00.001-06:002009-08-07T01:37:29.430-06:00Our Reception<table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"><tr><td><a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d5441334e4467794f54593d0d0a&blogview=true&campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"><img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox slideshow: Reception" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d5441334e4467794f54593d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/></a></td></tr><tr><td><a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=neverblue&campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"><img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/></a></td></tr><tr><td align="center"><a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows" target="_blank">Make a Smilebox slideshow</a></td></tr></table>rindi.roohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18315710553540078647noreply@blogger.com1