S M R T

Last night, I'm leaving institute and I learned that I had locked my keys in my car. Sometimes, rather than take my keys with me, I'll just leave them in my car. That's safe, right?

LUCKILY, my friend was with me, so she called our other friend who just left. She came back and we went to my complex to find the on-site manager. That should be easy right? Oh no, not really. No information was available. LUCKILY, my friends used to live there and randomly knew where the maintenance guy lives. So we drove there, which was close, looked like COMPLETE stalkers and got yelled at by the wife. LUCKILY, Jason was super nice and made the phone call to the manager and sent us on our way. The managers wife came to unlock my door (she always tries to lock the pool at 9:45, when it's open until 10). She wasn't very good at unlocking doors. But she totally bailed me out. She's in apartment 163 for future reference.

I'm afraid I might be going brain dead. Any suggestions so I don't?

Boots

Yesterday, I was watching "Confessions of a Shopaholic." Such a cute show & a highly enjoyable book. In the movie, she starts to describe how shopping makes her feel and how the world is just right when her credit card is approved, etc. I strongly believe that my last week has been so brilliant because of the cutest pair of cowgirl boots that I bought. I have been wanting a pair for such a long time...oddly enough. And I walked into DSW and I think I heard the heavenly choir singing as I saw the pair. Not this pair:





I don't feel bad that I find joy in shopping.

Text From An Unknown Source

I know, this sounds like a typical Julie story already, right? It probably is, but it's more of a vent.

2 weeks ago, after accidentally texting an old boyfriend, whoops!, I deleted his number...just to make it easier on my brain that stops working more and more frequently.

Tuesday, I am sitting at work, actually doing work, when my phone starts to buzz...and buzz...and buzz. 5 text messages later, it stops. I open the messages and figure out that no name is associated with the number. What? Well, it is a huge message from an old boyfriend saying how sorry he was for the way he ended our relationship.

Oh, that's right, he just stopped talking to me. Yeah. My dating life actually does suck...a lot.

I am so curious as to how he finally got around to doing this "apologizing." It's been since JANUARY. Seems a little lengthy, right?

But the good news is that I'm not mad. Yes, a lot of the hurt feelings came back, but I'm happy to report that the atonement works and that my heart is healed. I'm glad that he's at a place where he can say something...even if it is via text. Thank goodness for restitution! I really do wish him well in life and that next time he breaks up with a girl, he doesn't wait so long to text her :0)

Meanwhile, I am not saving the number again.

Clock

The clock at work stops working every 2-3 weeks. Yesterday, we were noticing it was running slow, and then this morning it a little bit slower. So my manager put in a new battery. It didn't do anything. One more try...yes, it worked. But 2 minutes later it had stopped. My co-worker thinks it's the wall. What? Really? Well, we put it on a different wall with the stopped battery and it's been working just great all day long.

Having the clock moved has thrown off my groove. Apparently I check the time a lot.

Gifts

Matthew 7: 7-11
Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and he shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you:
For every one that asketh receiveth; and he that seeketh findeth; and to him that knocketh it shall be opened.
Or what man is there of you, whom if his son ask bread, will he give him a stone?
Or if he ask a fish, will he give him a serpent?
If ye then, being evil, know how to give good gifts unto your children, how much more shall your Father which is in heaven give good things to them that ask him?

Last Friday, I got to drive my dad from Salt Lake back to Idaho Falls. He was noticing that my car was making a thumping noise, and informed me that it was because of my tires.

"When was the last time you rotated your tires?"

Is that a legitimate question to ask? I have no idea. Probably never. I did get a flat tire 2 years ago and actually got 2 new tires...maybe 4, I can't remember. Since then, I can guarantee I have done nothing with my tires. I just keep my radio on so I don't have to hear things that may be going wrong.

So I told him I'd get that taken care of when I got my car serviced when I returned to Utah. That wasn't going to work for him. On Sunday, I was summoned into the front room by Bill and he asked if he could take my car to get new tires the next day while I went on a rockin' hike with some family members. Sure, just let me know what I owe.

Well, he took my car and got new tires and filled my tank with gas. He just told me to save money for the next time I have to buy tires. As I pulled away from the homestead on Tuesday morning, I was overwhelmed with gratitude for my parents, especially my dad. He didn't need to get my car fixed, I would take care of it, and obviously, it was doing just fine. Yet, it was a need that I had. Not a want. If my earthy father can take that good of care of me, how much more can my Heavenly Father take care of me!! It was something so simple, but I learned so much about how God works in blessing our lives. How many blessings am I not noticing because I don't think of them as my needs...only looking for my wants.

God lives and loves each one of us. He gives us what we need. I am deeply grateful for that and hope that I can be more aware of the blessings He constantly is sending my way.