All in One Weird Week

Life has been a little weird lately and I'm tired.    

No, I didn't say I'm weird,  though some would argue that that's also a true statement.   I'm referring to the fact that in amidst our normal busy life stuff, there has been a whole lot of really weird stuff making life even busier than usual and maxing out my mental bandwidth!     This blogpost shows a glimpse at one single week.  

Let's take a look at the somewhat normal stuff first.   

 It started off with dinner for the masses.  Yes, somehow hosting dinner for big groups has become a normal thing in our lives.   Glen smoked brisket and we had a ton of food:  

We had a decent turnout of people (about 30 all together)...

We love having our ward members in our home and feeding them home-cooked food...

And the food was definitely a hit, though I made too much corn and too many lemon bars...

I did a postcard challenge with some of them (everyone in this picture) and that was fun.  What is a postcard challenge, you ask?   It's when I challenge them to give me a word/theme and I go through my stash and send it to them in the mail.  It's a really fun way to share my postcards with them and to challenge myself to dig into the depths of my postcard stash.  Some words that challenged me this round were rutabaga, carrots, and garnishment.   

We have an awesome ward!   

It's been a very warm and dry winter overall, but we've had a little more rain lately.   One of the days we went on a wet walk...

This is what I looked like after...

I found these  cute photos taken by Emma in the camera roll that made me smile...

I hosted book group one night, then went to see Bella M. perform in Romeo and Juliet in the BYU ballet the next night, then went to a Valentine's dinner with a bunch of Kristina's friends that have relocated to Utah.   I do have to say that talking about books, seeing old friends at the ballet, and hanging out with new friends was all good for my psyche with all the other weird stuff going on.   I made these heart-shaped O-Henry bars for the Valentines dinner, then served the rest at our family dinner the next night.  

 

The sister of one of our ward members came to town for the long weekend.  After talking with her, we learned that she had just returned from serving in Ellie's mission.  What did I do?   I started blubbering and crying, because she'd seen our missionary more recently than me, which made me extra excited for June.  I am not a big crier, but I've been missing our missionary extra ever since she went past the year mark in December!  

Here's a glimpse at the Sunday dinner that week...we had burger bowls, which were extremely delicious and enjoyed by all at our full table!   This is where we enjoyed the rest of the heart shaped O-Henry bars.  

So that's mostly all the normal stuff. 

Let's get on to the weird stuff (definitely no pictures of this craziness).

1.  I have somehow become the assistant for helping an elderly relative evict an adverse tenant who has overstayed his welcome.   It's been a LONG, exhausting process which involves talking to attorneys, calling the suicide hotline multiple times, and trying to protect my relative from being taken advantage of.  We are going to great lengths to try to do this in a way that's a win-win for everyone, but it's hard when one of the parties is not a reasonable person.   I am ready for this process to be over.  

2. I left a negative review for a place on Google and the owner PICKED A FIGHT with me!    It was actually pretty bad and we ended up deleting our review, because we are chickens and they totally called us out by name.  We did absolutely nothing wrong, but they said a lot of inflammatory, gaslighting, threatening things (something we noticed they do with all of their negative reviews).  I still get very angry about it every time I think about it, and I really wanted to leave it up, because we did nothing wrong, but Glen was concerned because his name got dragged into the whole thing.  Seriously evil.   Please let me know if you ever want to go to a therapist office in Provo and I would love to tell you which one to run the other way from.  The way they attack any critique on them whatsoever tells you all you need to know about the way they do business and does not reflect well on a business that has to do with mental health.  We deal with a lot of  therapist offices with Glen's calling and every single interaction we had with them was an exercise in extreme frustration.   The owner of this office is clearly not mentally well himself, because mentally well people do not treat other people {even those that disagree with the way they do things} the way that he does.     I  started listening to "Let it Go" on repeat and did some hard exercises trying to burn off some negative energy and get my brain to a more positive place. 🙄

 <deep breath>  

And lest you think that's all of the weird stuff...it's not. That's just all that happened in that one week. I'll blog more about the rest of it later, but the weirdness definitely did not subside after that week was over. Some things to look forward to in  upcoming blogposts: an out of town funeral, a serious injury on the way home from said funeral, an apocalyptic snowstorm for some of my kids, an unexpected trip, and a sacrament talk ...plus more eviction drama.   yay.



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A Big Dinner!

  Entertaining is not something that comes naturally to me.  We've always hosted missionaries for dinner and  had an open door policy when it came to the kids' friends hanging out/eating with us,  but I've never been much of a party planner or big dinner party kind of person.  You can read some very hilarious (but entirely true) blogposts from past days (here and here (part d) being good samplings) when the kids basically planned their own parties and I just did my best to make their chaotic dreams come true.   Chaos is a good description of how I rolled, especially when the kids were younger.  

 It's been pretty quiet since moving to Utah.  I host  book group at our house every month, have hosted the college kids' friends several times for General Conference weekend, and have thrown the random cookie party (see part 3 of this post),  but,  except for when nieces, nephews, and grandkids come to visit, it's rather quiet here on a day-to-day basis.    

Now that we have 180 or so young adult kids, though, we find ourselves hosting a lot more than usual.  One of the regular items on our calendar is a monthly FHE dinner, when 1/3 of the ward at a time is invited to our home for dinner.  Thankfully, 1/3 of the ward doesn't actually show up every time, but we plan on serving about 50...just to be safe.

 This past Monday was the 4th such dinner we've hosted (the 3rd for our current ward).  We've kept the menu the same for each 1/3 of the ward and plan to switch it up for our next three dinners.  This round has  been taco salad, rocky road brownies, and fruit. Everything I make is gluten free, which is something that some people really appreciate and no one complains about, since I go to great lengths to make everything taste great anyway! 

 I make the taco meat, dressing, and brownies on Saturday, then chop everything and  pull together the rest of the details the day-of.     In the middle of getting ready, we talk to our missionary, since it's her p-day.  I always feel a little bad on these Mondays, because we are definitely more distracted than usual talking with her.  I can't wait until she can come join us for these dinners in about 7 months.  :) 

It was very fun to hear  about her first baptism this week!  She was so happy and told me that she'd for sure be extending her mission (scheduled to end in June) if she wasn't finishing up the same transfer as her mission president.  That little tidbit surprised me, but also made me happy to know that she's having a good enough experience on her mission that she'd even consider extending.  

We ended the phone call with Ellie at 6:55pm and quickly did our last-minute prep while awaiting for our guests to arrive at 7:00pm!   This  picture doesn't include the meat, but shows a glimpse of how we set things up for the taco salad menu.  

Our first dinner in this ward ended up being about 45 attendees and each dinner since then has gotten progressively less well attended.  This past Monday, it ended up being about 25 people.   Since we are about 40 minutes from BYU, it's not surprising that fewer people have come as the semester has gotten busier.  

We always start with a spiritual message, before getting to the food. I love the chance to talk with individual members and get to know them better while they are in our home.   And it seems that they enjoy being in a homey setting and eating home-cooked food.  

 
It's  fun to see who gets the most excited  about Denali too.  She generally gets pretty smothered with lots of affection during these evenings and we almost always get a few volunteers for dog-sitting.  She very much enjoys all the attention, though she remains as awkward as ever!  

Since starting to host these dinners regularly, we've invested in way more serving dishes and folding chairs.  It's fun to have a big enough space to actually have room to store them, as well as use them!  

We also have started stocking up on disposable containers from the Dollar Tree, so they can bring all the leftovers home at the end.   

 Our stress level, even outside this calling (mostly to do with Glen's job), has been very high lately, but all in all, serving in a YSA ward is stretching us in positive ways we've never expected.   We are often tired and feel some heaviness at some of the struggles the members face, but we feel it is a privilege to be able to love and serve in this way.  💗