I am old

So I just celebrated my birthday. I have to admit that I didn't really expect that I would really turn 30. Though I imagined getting old and gray with grand kids running around, turning 30 never really played into my imagined world.
I am not so much upset about being 30, it just doesn't seem like a number that fits ME. Plus kissing my 20's goodbye is... well... just weird!
Not long ago people in their 30's were these very old people, they were practically over the hill. I am definitely no where near over the hill. I feel nearly the same as I did when I was 25, and that isn't very old.
My sister tells me to look on the bright side, I am in a much better place professionally, financially, and romantically than I was when I turned 20. That is very true. I am happy with my life and where I am. But frankly, I liked that life better when I was 29.

Facebook

So I caved. I joined Facebook. I have been resisting for a very long time, then about a month ago I was sitting in Relief Society, after the announcements someone raised her hand and announced that a new baby had been born in the ward. The woman at the stand replied, "well that was on facebook so I didn't think that I needed to announce it." I sincerely thought that others in the ward would resent that a little, not even the old ladies (70+) were with me. They all had facebook pages and were friends with everyone in the ward.
Seriously, I am more technologically backward than the old people?!?!? It was then that I knew that I couldn't hold out much longer.

Well, I have been spending a lot of time not doing much, I can't move around well enough to make the bed, sweep, mop, vacuum, or put hardly anything away (having your hands full of crutches is very limiting). So I spend a lot more time reading, on the computer, and trying to clean (it took me almost an hour unload the dishwasher, how sad). It was during that, "what am I going to do now" time that I signed up for facebook.

It is not all that I thought that it would be. I didn't realize it was a small-blurb kind of thing. I thought that it would be a little closer to blogs. It is not. It does though connect you to lots of people. I don't know how it does it, but people that I know kept popping up on the right of the screen asking if I wanted to make them my friends. That was cool.

I also like that since I am incredibly slow getting on, I know tons of people and found lots of people pretty fast. There have to be some perks to my tardiness. :)

Little Mishap

Well, as most of you know, I am the epitome of grace. In fact, I think that I may add my picture to the definition on Wiki.
I have managed to break my right distal fibula by tripping over laundry. I am myself impressed with this feat as it seems nearly impossible to fathom. And yet it is.
For those of you (I imagine most people) who don't know what this is, I have an x-ray (this is not mine, the orthopedic surgeon that I saw had the gall to keep the x-rays that I was given in the ER, ha ha). The fibula is the smaller of the two bones in the lower leg, I broke mine right above where these bones join with the foot bones which means that my ankle currently has little stability.


What that means to me is that I am limited in my ability to do much, I am on crutches for a while. I also am not able to work which leaves me with lots of free time. I thought that this might mean that I would have a really clean house, but it turns out that it is really hard to put things away when both of your hands are always occupied with crutches.


And for all of the curious out there, this is what your foot looks like when you gracefully trip over laundry and break your distal fibula. It swells up and turns all sorts of pretty colors.

On the very bright side, if you happen to be moving furniture that day, your family shows up moving all of said furniture and lets you sit in a chair and supervise. Also, if you happen to be a nurse who is supposed to work Thanksgiving, you get that off. In addition, your very sweet (and sometimes over protective) husband, takes good care of you, doing all of the laundry, dishes, and most other house cleaning.

Vacation to St. Thomas

These are pictures from my vacation to St. Thomas in the US Virgin Islands. We went with my Aunt Carol, Uncle Jim, cousin Peter, and my parents. It was super fun. These first pictures are when we first got to the hotel, this is the view from the balcony of the hotel, amazing huh! I have a sad face because my sunglasses broke while they were in my bag on the plane, bummer!


This is Greg and me on the water taxi to St. John.

This is one of the beaches on St. John, how beautiful is that, Amazing!!! And then my adorable parents. Aren't they so cute together. I love it!

This is Greg and my cousin Peter in the back seat while we drove around St. John (it was Greg's favorite pic of him from the trip so I thought that I would include it. The other is of my sweetheart snorkeling which turned out to be a huge success. It was hard to get him out of the water. Below is of Greg and I snorkeling, it is a little blurry but I still loved it. Just don't make it any bigger than this and it is ok. :)



This is an island called Lovango (it was love and go previously because it was the home of lots of brothels, they shortened the name though, and now there are no more brothels). This particular lot is for sale, thought you might want to know, it is selling for a very reasonable $5 million. If you decide to buy let me know, I will want to visit.
If any of you can tell me how to get your pictures and text placed where you want it I would love to know, it is something that I struggle with.