I'm Still Alive

Hello, stranger.

Or rather, I suppose I'm the stranger. Yeah, been awhile. I know.

So much has happened in my life. Let me try to catch you up.

I still work in the Translation Dept. of LDS Church HQ. I'm the ASL (American Sign Language) supervisor for church interpretation events and translation projects. So, things like CES Devotionals, General Conference, Sunday School manuals, etc., I set up and supervise the interpretation or oversee accuracy of the translation.

This position has been an emotional roller coaster to say the least. Co-worker problems, personal insecurities, and a multitude of pressures and stresses daily nipping at my heels has pushed me to tears on more than one occasion--including multiple times this past week.

Robbie and I are still incredibly happy together. He is my sunshine.

I grew my hair out. ( It grows fast.) Went about 5 or so inches down my back, until last week when I chopped it all off again.

I took and passed the second level Utah interpreter certification test. I took and failed the national NIC interpreter certification test. Heartbreaking. Actually, it killed part of me really. Still haven't recovered.

Robbie serves in the YM with the Priests, and I serve in the YW with the Beehives. It's taken me while to feel really comfortable in our ward, but it's okay now.

I've developed a new liking for the food channel. Love it actually.

Almost done reading "Devil in the White City." Already bought a new book to start, but I don't remember what it's called.

Robbie and I have a fish. Robbie named him Freddy. (Fred when he's in trouble.) After two weeks Robbie said, "Oh, no! Have we fed the fish?" "We?..." Luckily, I'd been feeding the fish, and Freddy sits quite happily in a Mason jar by the sink. I've managed to keep him alive, but somehow kill all the plants I get. Sigh. Don't know how I'll manage my dream flower garden if I keep this up.

....think that's most of it for now.

Tootles.