A terrifying moment

Last night, I was looking for something in the store. I went over to a drawer and opened it normally-not with undue force or anything. But the drawer flung itself off its track and landed, contents down, on top of my booted foot with the toes exposed. Too late, I realized that this was the drawer that held big knives for preparing fish to be eaten. I stood there for a minute in shock, the drawer blocking any possible damage from my view. After a little while, I realized that my foot felt fine, so I moved the drawer to survey the damage. Luckily, my foot was just fine, so I started laughing. A shocked kind of laughter. Brandon turned to me and called, "You think that's funny? You really could have been hurt!"

It was terrifying for a split second, but it was mostly hilarious.

Also, it is currently snowing.

Scarlet Pimpernel describes my life

The musical. The music describes emotions I always feel. I love it! I love listening to Pimpernel and thinking, "Yes! This describes my life exactly! All of it!" Ahahaha.

Snow? Really?

Yesterday it snowed. I kid you not.

Today, Young Women's was great. I absolutely loved it. Granted, I didn't have to teach-I teach next week, but after today I feel so much more prepared and at ease.

A day in the store

Oh, we have way too much fun in the store. Yesterday, Ryan and I colored (also, we are both waaaay too sarcastic, so it's never boring. We may end up going crazy, or killing each other. Something Ryan tried twice this evening). Today, we started a novel. And we have a competition going-we have sold way more twig pencils than they expected we ever would just because we're competing against each other.

And here's a good quote from Brandon. He was trying to scan me with the little scanner.

Me: Okay Brandon, how much am I worth?
Brandon: [long pause]...9 cows.

I told him that I'm adding that to the list of things I'm looking for in a spouse. I want my spouse to think that I'm worth nine cows! He is my absolute hero for saying that.

The good, the bad, and the ugly...not neccessarily in that order.

I just left a very strange conversation that was going on in the lounge. I left because I didn't feel like arguing anymore, or listening to people argue about random things. Also I wanted to read in silence. However, that is proving to be difficult, as I can still hear their conversation from my bedroom. It's okay though, it's slightly humorous and very pointless, in my opinion.

So, this morning was probably the most miserable morning ever. I'm sick of walking around in the mud and rain, soaked to the skin, freezing, and with a bad cough. Luckily, I don't think I'll ever have to do it again. And it really wasn't that bad, just annoying.

But some happy news is that I am going to be the first counselor in the Young Women's presidency up here! And Alice is my advisor, which is going to be great. So...it's good.

LL Bean

Lately I have been feeling like backpacking. This may be due to the fact that we were going to be in the Grand Canyon this week, but oh well. I'm thinking that I need to start training for future backpacking trips. Luckily, Aspen Grove is the perfect place to do that. As soon as my foot heals, I'm set! Except that I need my dream backpack. So I've been looking, and this is what I found from LL Bean (granted, they're the only place I've looked so far, but I trust them).

It's the women's White Mountain expedition pack. It has the internal frame that I prefer, a hydration sleeve, an "innovative adjustment system", tons of room, and plus it comes in that nice blue color.

I'm starting a "Natalie's new backpack" fund.

Healing

A summer of healing is what this is.

Yesterday, Abby and I went to Grandpa Murray's house so we could go on a walk with him. He and I have been planning on going on a nice outdoor walk since his accident, and yesterday was such nice weather and he was feeling great, so we went. It was the first time he's really been outside since he left the hospital--and it's been awhile.

First of all, he was walking really fast-faster than I could walk with my boot on (funny story about Grandpa: In the hospital, just a few days after breaking his neck, the nurse came and got him to do some walking. They were walking up stairs and Grandpa was just booking it. The nurse couldn't even keep up. That's Grandpa for you).

Second of all, I'm sure we looked a fantastic sight. People probably had a hard time telling who was helping who-Grandpa, with his neck brace, was holding Abby's hand. I, with my boot, was holding Grandpa's arm. It probably looked like Abby was our physical therapist or something.

Anyway, it was funny, and I am grateful that Grandpa is doing so well. He is an amazing man, and I'm so blessed that he's my grandfather. Every moment we spend together is a teaching moment-he has helped me so much. I love him.

Quotable

So, I just thought I would share a couple of funny things that were said today.

*We were talking about invisible friends at breakfast (not really sure how we got on that subject, but whatever).
Steve: Growing up, I had an invisible mom...that made my real mom jealous.

*Later, we were cleaning cabins, and Blaine was up in the loft. He threw something and it made a loud noise.
Paige: It sounded like something just popped up there.
Blaine: It did.
Paige: Okay, then what popped?
Blaine: My kidney.

Okay, well...they were funny. Maybe you had to have been there.