Future mom is what I am!

There's many times when I say I want to get married. And people raise their eyebrows at me. I don't want to get married now obviously, but I most definitely want to be married. I've contemplated writing letters to my future husband, because that's what he means to me. I love him - even though I don't know who he is. I probably don't even know him yet. But, I love him, because I know what he'll be. A good man, a respectful husband.

Then, I often say I want a baby. So I get the eyebrow raise again, and usually some exclamations follow. No, I don't want a baby now, but, oh my gosh, I want one so bad! I want to be a mommy!

This is me holding my nephew Joel just a few days after he was born. In about a month, he will be two years old. This was about the time the whole baby thing started for me. (Hey, check it out! I still have the same watch that I'm wearing in the picture! What a good, sturdy watch. They usually fall apart on me. It may be tacky, but it's been good to me!)

Then, about six months later, my niece Taylor was born. And I held her for the first time. And it was like BAM! I freakin' want a baby. I understand that, at the moment, I would probably be a crappy mom. I can't handle watching my nieces and nephews for over three hours without wanting to strangle them. I don't have a mother's patience. I refuse to change diapers, unless I'm the only one there, and it's necessary. Things like that. 

But, I still want to be a mom. I want to have little kids run up to me, yelling, "Mommy!" and then give me a big hug. I want to be able to sing them to sleep, to teach them about Jesus and their ABCs. I want to hold them in my lap and read them stories and teach them simple Gospel principles and watch them grow. Is that at all weird? That I can't wait for all that to happen? And the great thing is, I have so many nieces and nephews that I can start practicing the whole patience thing now. It takes some work, but it'll be worth it in the end. It's my Divine Nature, to be a mom. I absolutely can't wait.

The Lamb

Have you ever read a poem that you just absolutely loved, and needed to share with everyone? One that just makes you feel...just feel? So much? Feel so much that you couldn't even explain it? I've read poems like that. And I'd thought I'd share one with you. This poem just brings a little extra feeling into my being because I first knew it as a song. My ward choir has sung it before - like a long time ago, so I don't remember the whole melody, but I do remember the gist of it. And it gives me goosebumps just to think about it.

The Lamb, by William Blake

   Little Lamb, who made thee?
   Dost thou know who made thee?
Gave thee life & bid thee feed,
By the stream & o'er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing wooly bright;
Gavet thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales rejoice!
   Little Lamb who made thee?
   Dost thou know who made thee?

   Little lamb, I'll tell thee,
   Little lamb I'll tell thee!
He is called by thy name,
For he calls himself a Lamb:
He is meed & he is mild,
He became a little child:
I a child & thou a lamb,
We are called by his name.
   Little Lamb God bless thee.
   Little Lamb God bless thee.

I'm just curious how you all feel about it. Haha I know not many people read this...but if you do, please leave a comment and share your feelings about this poem. It means a lot to me, and gives me comfort - it mentions our likeness with Christ. "We are called by his name." So, I want to know what it means to you. Maybe it will greaten (Erm, is that a word? hmm...yes, it's a word, I've just decided.) my appreciation for it. Please and thank you. :)

Ugh!

Homework needs to go die in a hole. It's killing my happy Sunday mood. I didn't get my Sunday nap, which is also making me kinda grumpy. I hate doing homework on Sundays anyway. Sunday is the day that I try to remove all worldly worries from my mind - which includes homework. But, because of a busy week, a busy Saturday, and just a wee bit of procrastination, (Only a wee bit. I've been pretty good so far!) I've been stuck with a freakishly big load of homework. Which isn't very pleasing to me.

But, on a happier note, today is my Daddy's birthday! So we're having lots of family come over tonight. Which means lots of chaos. And possibly a headache. And more procrastination of homework. But, it will be fun. I love my Daddy and my family!

One Saturday morning

I am up at 8 on a Saturday. Usually, I'm sleeping for at least another hour. But, this particular Saturday, I'm especially busy. (So why am I blogging? Because I'm really up half an hour earlier than I need to, and I like blogging. And I don't really want to start either of my two essays at the moment.) I'm not going to get into the details of all I'm doing today, because this post isn't about me complaining. Though I may often do that. :) this post is about an act of service that I am about to do, and am very grateful for the opportunity to do.

You see, I think service is important...but I don't always necessarily do it as often as I should. But, today, someone in my ward is moving. Sis. Martineau, a former Young Womens leader. She was released last week. And, the thing with Sis. Martineau, she's like one of the best leaders you could ask for. I'm kind of heart-broken to see her go. So, this morning, I'm going to be helping her clean her house. And I'm grateful for the opportunity, because it allows me to serve someone who has been serving me for the almost 5 years she's been in Young Womens. Serving leads to loving the person you're serving even more. It allows you to express a love you might not be able to do with words. So, serving is awesome. I definitely jumped at the chance to do this service for a wonderful person, and, truly, a wonderful friend. Isn't great when you have leaders that you can call your friend?

So, anyway, service is pretty dang cool. I probably should do a whole lot more of it. But can I give you guys a challenge? Haha all like 5 of you who read this? Find someone you love, but maybe don't always express that love to, and then serve them. There's no better way of expressing your love! and, if you're like me and you always can't figure out what to do, go and hug that person. I've learned to do that. Of course, you may not be like me and have to problem going out and hugging person...I don't mind being hugged, I just usually don't start the hug. I'm not a real huggy person...though I do like hugs...make sense? Yes, I'm a walking contradiction. Haha. So yeah. Go serve! :)

If you chance to meet a frown, do not let it stay...

Here's me as of 9:30 last night: rushing home from the stake center, after the stake Standards Night and a youth committee meeting. I hadn't started any homework since I got home from school at 3, read my scriptures, got ready for work, went to work, got home at 6, at dinner, and left, off to the stake center. So, when I got home from that, I needed to take a shower - me without a daily shower = Beth with ridiculously nasty hair. So, I didn't start on my homework until 10. I went to bed at 11 because I was worn out from running around all day. I didn't work on anything I was planning on, but only finished my English homework that was due the next day. Soooo, anyways, I went to bed upset. So then, when I woke up this morning...I was upset.

It started off not too bad. I was just tired, still slightly worn out. My essay in AP Gov even ended up being ok to turn in Monday instead of Friday (Seriously, probably the highlight of the day before 6th hour.) The day went on and got progressively and progressively worse. And then, lunch. Lunch is the time that I get to relax, eat, and just lie there, resting my brain until 5th hour - which I need, because as much as I love AP Psych, that class takes brain power. Instead of relaxing and resting my brain, there was a choir thing, practicing Carry On.

Now, you will never hear me say a bad thing about Miss Coffey. I do have some concerns, but that's just because she's different from Mrs. Jones. But, seriously? Miss Coffey, yes, Carry On is important, but what's more important is getting the message across to those students, not the little pronunciation pet peeves you have. Any other song, I would be right beside you. But this is Carry On. The song is about tradition. and P.S. half the song, the student body sings with us and drowns us out. Kay, now that I'm done complaining...that lunch thing just brought me down. Like a lot.

Then, to top things off, we had an FRQ in Psych. Which I may or may not have failed, because of exhaustion and not reading the question completely...actually, I fixed it after I realized I was writing about the wrong thing, but I had already wasted about half my time, I really have no clue what I wrote the second time around.

So, this crappy day, and just crappy feelings that made the crappy day seem worse (have I complained enough yet?) was not quite over. I had seminary 6th hour. I don't think I've prayed harder for an uplifting lesson in seminary. Literally. And...It. Was. Amazing. My spirits were lifted just about the moment I stepped into the classroom, because of the spirit there and because of my great friends who sit next to me. :) And then the lesson was exactly what I needed. Bro. Dixon was truly led by the spirit and taught with the Spirit of truth.

So, now my crappy day, well, it doesn't seem so crappy anymore. If someone was to ask me how my day went, I would probably say it was pretty good. The good will outweigh the bad every single time. Sadness is a very powerful emotion. It can depress you and those around you. But, happiness can be so much more powerful, if you let it me. Put a smile on your face, because when you see someone smile at you, your day just brightens up. So, brighten someone elses day, and your day will brighten. Don't believe me? Try it out! Where I work, there's lots of people in pain - that's why they come. And I don't exactly work with the patients. I'm a just a file girl who stutters and has trouble talking to strangers. But, I can smile. And when I smile at some of those patients, their face lights up. It doesn't happen all the time. But sometimes, after seeing a grimace of pain, and then a bright smile, the cockles of my heart get warm and I feel all warm and fuzzy.

Smile! Being sad is way over-rated. Being happy is so much better!


Oh! p.s. I saw Gary today! I don't always see him, because he's a quick one that is slightly scared of me. But I caught a glimps of him!

Meet my pet gecko

I've never had a pet. Never. Not even a fish. I still don't have one, but there's been a gecko running amok in my house. Meet Gary.

I've decided that Gary is my pet. He's not in a cage or a tank or anything. He's free to go where ever he wants. I'm secretly hoping he'll get big enough to eat the freakish amounts of crickets that have invaded my home. I've been noticing that lots of the crickets are missing legs. I hope that's because Gary has been snacking on them. The only sad thing is, I never know when I'll see him. He's kinda shy and tends to run away if you come near him. Welp, that's Gary the gecko!

I'm a nerd

There's absolutely no doubt about it. I'm a complete and utter nerd. Why? I walked out of my AP Psych class and just couldn't wait to go home and read my text book. That's right, I wanted to read my text book. In all honesty, I would probably enjoy just sitting there reading it, just for fun. Last night, as I was taking notes, I started contemplating the things I was reading and writing about. And then I got into a discussion about it with my mom. And was excited about it.

And I'm excited about going to AP Psych tomorrow, just so I can learn more.

Yes, this book is going to be my best friend.

This book, uh, not so much. Sorry, psychology. But this book is kinda icky. Maybe if the author wrote like a normal person, and not take a paragraph to say what could be said in a simple statement I'd be able to comprehend what's written.

But, besides my great psych class, school seems like it's going to be...ok. I'm still not like super excited for it, but it'll be a good time. One of my best friends ever, Lanelle Alldredge, is in four of my classes, so that will be fun. :) And I have two choir classes, great times happen there. And, best of all, seminary. I have Bro. Dixon. There are great people in my class (Shay Johnson, again! Probably what made me most excited.) and I can tell it's going to be a good class.

Maybe, just maybe, I'll be able to actually look forward to school.

And so it begins

I've decided that I really like blogging. And that it might be fun to do a normal one that's not for Personal Progress. So this is just gonna be about what's going on in the life of Beth. It's not exactly the most exciting thing, but it's fun to share some of the randomness that goes on in my head.

So, I guess I'll start off with a description of who I am. My name is Beth Ann Root. I'm the youngest of nine kids. We're kinda a typical not-so-typical Mormon family. Did that make sense? No? Well, there ya go. That's pretty much my family. We're all sarcastic. We all are musically inclined. Music is kind of one of my favorite things. Ever. Sarcasm flows from my mouth regularly, so most of my friends have learned not to take me too seriously. In fact, one or two of them are more brutally sarcastic than me, which is pretty incredible actually.

Probably the most important thing in my life is my religion. I'm LDS. Aka Mormon. It's made me who I am. It's what guides me in my journey of life, what helps me set my goals, and what keeps me looking forward with a positive attitude. Most of all, it's what makes me happy. I've learned to try to be happy. Always, always, always. I could be tied up in a dark closet, but I can still choose to be happy. But, hopefully, I'll never have my happiness tested out with that particular trial...

I'm a complete and utter nerd. And I'm ok with it. I love to read. Like a lot. You probably have no idea just how much I love to read. And, as much as I complain about school, I do enjoy learning. Just not the learning process. I love to talk about the things that I learn and to share it with others. I just may not be able to explain it too well. I have this thing I call verbal dyslexia. I sometimes have a hard time saying what's in my brain. Which then leads to my love for writing. Writing is so much easier than speaking. I can erase and take time to make every word near perfect. And getting putting ideas out on paper in a way that I could never do with speaking is one of the greatest things ever. I write the occasional poem, but in all honesty, it doesn't happen that often. I have to be inspired by something. And my favorite thing ever? Learning about the Gospel. My favorite book? The Book of Mormon. Yes, total nerd. I embrace my nerdiness.

So, now you know a bit about me. Welcome to the start of my blog! :) Now, I'm not a picture person, but I'll try to get pictures up here, to spice the blog up. Because it is a wee bit boring without some pictures. We'll just see what happens.