My little piece of heaven

This is what my house looked like from across the street yesterday. I don't even recognize it from when I first moved in.

MIA

So you can see that I fell off of the blogging bandwagon. My life is a tad bit crazy. Hopefully it will calm down and I'll get back to the land of blogs.

Hat

Yes, I do realize that this is not a picture of a hat.

However I am trying to take a spin on the topics so I don't get bored.

So here I go:

I tried putting on a "Chef's Hat" today and tried a new recipe

Sour Cream and Bacon Chicken-Crock Pot

It was ok.

I must have left my brain elsewhere because whenever you are cooking with bacon and you "boil" or or cook it in liquid, it usually comes out pretty mushy.

And well my friends,

this bacon was MUSHY

The overall flavor was really good.

but next time I think I might try baking it in the oven rather than a crock pot.

Happy cooking.

Sign

A dusty piano is a sign of a lack of use and a lack of dusting.

So I dusted off the ivories and played a few tunes for my captivated audience.

Chowder loves it when I play the piano.

As soon as he hears me in there he comes right over and plops down next to me while I play.

I have high hopes that someday I'll get to have some little ones sitting with the dog listening to me play.

Close-Up

Here is a "close-up" view of the grass sprouting in my front yard.

I would love to say it's growing evenly with no bald spots,

but who likes perfection anyway.

On My Plate

would you expect anything less of my plates.

Think I'm obsessed yet??

Empty

Every so often when I have had a hard day or tough week, I start to feel kind of empty.

This had been one of those weeks for me. 

Until Wednesday.

My sweet dad sent me a text to see if I had read an article in this months Ensign yet.

I told him I hadn't read it but it was earmarked for me to come back to.

(I'm kind of a beginning to end kind of person when it comes to reading a magazine.)

He told me to read it and give him a call after I had read it because he wanted to share something with me.

As soon as my Dad says jump, I usually say how high.

I always trust in his judgement and promptings so I sat right down and started to read.

Learning To Cope With Infertility

By Carolynn R. Spencer

The full article can be found here

I finished reading, had some promptings of my own and proceeded to call my Dad.

It was probably one of the best conversations I had ever had with my Dad.

He had managed to FILL all of the emptiness that I had previously felt that week

The details of my conversation I am going to keep private but I made sure to write them in my journal.

It was one of those special experiences that you never forget and will carry with you for the rest of your life.

I can't thank my Dad enough for listening to the promptings of the Holy Ghost.

Personality

This link here is what the world considers my personality

Personality Test

Amazingly enough I agree with quite a bit, however this was my favorite part:

Providers are extremely sensitive to the feelings of others, which makes them perhaps the most sympathetic of all the types, but which also leaves them somewhat self-conscious, that is, highly sensitive to what others think of them. Loving and affectionate themselves, they need to be loved in return. In fact, Providers can be crushed by personal criticism, and are happiest when given ample appreciation both for themselves personally and for the tireless service they give to others.

My personal view of my personality is this: