Since we’re in a new ward we naturally were awaiting the time when the bishop pulls you in and gives you a calling. Oh my favorite. I am not a hugely social person, nor do I have lots of time to do things with my neighbors and ward members. I was going through all the positions I could be called for and thinking about which one I’d want the most. I decided that teaching in Relief Society, Young Women’s or Primary would be frightening and challenging. Being in charge of any major social events would also be a challenge for me. I’m never available, so how would I attend these events, let alone organizing them. I found myself really wishing I had learned to play the piano when my mom was teaching me as a child/teen. Really, that is the best calling. All you do is sit and play the music accurately. No talking to people, no outside of church gatherings, and you’re obviously not going to tell people inaccurate church information. But alas, I thought it was impossible to learn the piano and it definitely wasn’t on my list of priorities. Let’s add that to my list of things I know now that I wish I wouldn’t known then. Anywho, I was really hoping I’d get chorister of some kind. I can lead music, sure can! That’s almost as good as playing the piano. Lol Well, that time came. I was pulled into the office with a member of the Bishopric and I was asked to be…..Nursery leader. I almost busted out in laughter. “Me? Wait, do you mean me? Seriously? Is there someone behind me?” I don’t have kids. Therefore I have no experience with children of any age, let alone 2 year olds. Why the heck would they choose me? Dan has a theory that they chose me because one day the bishop came to ask us a question and I had a bag of Goldfish crackers in my lap. He took one from my bag and thanked me for providing him with a snack. I suppose that might be the cause. Or maybe God knows I’d like kids but don’t think we’re ready so he is providing me with a natural baby deterrent. Either way I’m in the nursery now. We typically have about 16 kids.

After my first day in nursery I realized how much I don’t fit in. Lots of kniving toddlers who are putting things in their mouth, coughing on their hands, running around, crying, and sometimes screaming. Yeah like I know what to do about that. I also had no clue what any of the songs were. This ought to be interesting. I think they got the message wrong. Dan was supposed to be called to nursery….not me. We’ll see how this goes!

When I tell people I want to remain in the medical field but don’t want to be a doctor or pharmacist due to the extensive schooling, they often suggest being a paramedic/EMT. Well first off I make more than most EMTs, I’d rather not have a pay cut. Secondly it seems that I am often the one who needs the emergency medical support, thus it would be hard for me to provide it. Lol Here is a list of all my really awesome attempts to land myself in the hospital or at the “pearly gates.” I find the most recent to be the best.

-Ran into a wall (or possibly a table) as an infant and sliced open my eyebrow. I ended up with stitches. Yup, I have a snazzy little scar and some of the blue stitches in my baby book to prove it.

-Falling at the B&G club trying to do gymnastics I was clearly not capable of. Yeah I actually ended up riding in the ambulance for this one. I don’t remember a whole lot about this day. Other than the directors asking me what my mom’s new phone number was, the painful head brace that was digging into my skull, the EMTs telling me that if I moved I’d be paralyzed, and the blazingly bright light in the ambulance directly above my head. Or maybe that bright light was the one they refer to people seeing on their way out? HA! Doubt it.

-Heat stroke at girl’s camp. Yeah long hike, no water, plus hot sun equals a very very sick Taysia. Yeah it was pretty bad and I remember being violently sick from it.

-Then there was the time we were carving pumpkins and I stabbed the knife right through my thumb. It was awful. I probably should’ve gone to the hospital, but I don’t like doctors so nope, I toughed it out. I almost passed out when I changed the bandage on it because of the insane amount of pain.

-Oh and I caught my future in-law’s basement on fire. Dan and I were dating at the time and I asked him where he wanted me to fireproof my boots at. He said to do it in their laundry room since it has a cement floor. I completed one pair of boots and moved onto the second. About half way through I heard something click on, looked up and saw the pilot light of the water heater come on. Of course waterproofing is in a spray can and is flammable. I ended up completely surrounded by fire with my socks and pajama bottoms on fire. I’m also the kind of person who acts like a deer-in-the-headlights when something happens. I ran out into the hall and stood there going “fire, fire, fire” through my sobs.

-Now for the awesome event of last week. I was sitting on a call at work staring at the vent part of my computer tower. Now the inner metal track is covered with lint, and it drives me bonkers. I tried to get it off with my fingers and scissors to no avail. So I busted out a paperclip, straightened it out and stuck it in the vent. Now in my mind I was only going to stick it in far enough to clean off the metal track, not any further. Well apparently my arm didn’t understand or I slipped or something, but the paperclip went all the way in. Suddenly a giant zap flies up my arm and into my chest. I screamed. My arm was painfully numb for at least an hour after that. My co-worker’s husband builds computers and his response to the story was “she is lucky, she could’ve died.” Awesome! Go me! I really wasn’t trying to kill myself, I promise!

Needless to say I am a danger to myself, society, and those around me. Thus it would be a horrid idea for me to try and treat those in traumatic, emergency situations. In fact I might need to hire a personal entourage of medical personal to follow me at all times just because I’m such a hazard. Ha! I bet you all want to hang out with me now, huh?

I can blog from my cell phone!!! It is quite a challenge to type such lengthy posts on a phone but I realized if I type it up as an email, I can send it to my phone. Then I can copy and paste it! I'm so smart!! I'm pretty good with technology and even better at finding loop holes. I seem to be great at such less than honorable tasks. Hence why I'm referred to as "the Jedi master of bull****."

That is all

Yeah I’ve slacked off a bit with the posting. Nothing too super awesome has gone on in the past few weeks. Lets see if I can find the time between all these ridiculous calls at work to give you a brief update.

-I made that Chocolate Delight my friend gave me the recipe for, and it is FANTASTIC. I ended up kind of screwing up which resulted in a burn on my finger and a jacked up crust. However it tastes the same, which is amazing.

-We went totally nuts and destroyed all the awful, overgrown bushes in our yard. It took two runs to the dump to get rid of all the green waste. Which by the way, green waste side of city dump is AWFUL. But now we have all this space in our yard. Yay!!!

-Dan came home from Houston and will remain here for a few weeks. Hopefully we can use this time to work on the house and other stuff.

-I’ve consumed the majority of the aforementioned Chocolate Delight. Muffin top? Why yes I have one, and no running isn’t helping. I do love the running though. I keep telling myself that when I get to like 5 miles a day the caloric intake vs. output will balance out and the weight will just fall off. Oh yeah, that is what we call optimistic friends, and yes it was coming from me.

-Speaking of optimism. I think I went a whole day without thinking any negative thoughts about myself. This might be a day worthy of marking on your calendars to remember for all eternity. It is such a rare occurrence the world is probably spinning in the opposite direction now from such an event.

-We are loving our new ward. There isn’t one kind of family that is more dominant than the others in our ward. We have new families, newly empty nesters, a few “nearly dead,” and anything in between. It is actually quite nice. Our bishop is hilarious, young, used to play video games and has 7 kids. Hopefully he isn’t reading this right now, if he is “Hi Bishop!” I’m actually kind of excited. Although I dread the already pending calling (I am NOT social) and the recently handed out visiting teaching assignments. Do I really have to talk to people? People I don’t know? Have you lost your mind?

-I’m going to attempt to grow a bonsai tree at work. I’m feeling a bit confident in the plant growing category since I rocked the tomatoes and watermelon (please disregard the mention of all my failing attempts at such plants).

-I also realized that telling ANYONE of my attempts to be more positive was a horrid idea. Of course now everyone feels the need to tell me when I’m not being positive. “remember you’re trying to be positive” or “that doesn’t sound very positive” Seriously people no one is perfect ALL the time. I’m gonna have a few bad moments. Not to mention I’m just barely working on this, it will not happen over night. No, it won’t.

-Statistics=Boring Yes, I love math. I’m nerdy like that. I think I just enjoy knowing I’m awesome enough to understand something so complex that a lot of people can’t wrap their head around. How’s that for an ego? Well this Stats class is melting my brain, literally. The teacher is awesome, super hilarious. Thank Heavens because the U is notorious for math professors who can’t speak English. I’m hoping the class will get a bit more challenging. Doing basic algebra for a whole semester might cause me to lose my mind. Although, the easy A is awesome.

I think that is about all. Maybe I'll return with some more.

Yes I've decided to carry my FB status post over to my blog. I feel this is an issue that needs to be addressed. I've been working towards being a more positive, uplifting person. My life has been overrun with trials lately and I've realized that I need to work more on myself, for that's all one really can do. In this more positive Taysia time I've learned something very important that hits on the topic of judging others. I realized that I have NO place judging others when I myself have so many imperfections that need to be worked on. I read a daily quote that truly captured this theory: