Oh Me Oh My

What a few weeks it has been. First off, Spring has hit Louisville, KY. Our crocuses are in full bloom. The Tulips and Daffodils are not far behind. With the wonderful weather Fred and I have taken to working in the back yard. We are getting ready for our garden. Which means tearing out all of the over growth back there. Which has been growing for no less than 5 years... it's pretty bad. But luckily we planed it just right to get it will things were still hibernating so it only took a day to take down everything off the fence lines. Saturday (the only rainy freezing day we've had lately) Dad came and helped us with some of the chainsaw work. Which I wish I could be doing but I'm trying to be a good little girl and stay away from those things.
Also last Saturday was Pi(e) Day. Several of us from the church got together, had pie and just talked. It was really fun. I kept myself entertained by taking pictures. I'm staking up a pile of pictures that I'm not sure if I want to publish or what. One I really love is a picture of a little boy through a chair. That was at the Pi Party. This little boy is almost three and can talk your ear off. Most kids will but this one you can actually understand. He will go off on random tangents but he articulates every single word. It's nuts! He also comprehends a lot. It will be cool to see how he grows up. Also he is just a down right cute kid.
In the most recent of news. I've officially been burned. And I mean burned. I was boiling a chicken, I was stirring it (wish a spoon) so it wouldn't stick to the bottom. I took the spoon out and splash, all over my left arm. IT HURT!!!! Yes I can tolerate all sorts of pain but for some reason this just put me into tears. I rinsed off my arm with cool water. That didn't help in the slightest. So I called Fred and told him to come straight home from work. I started cleaning up the kitchen. No only had I been boiling chicken but I was in the middle of making bread for hot pocket lunches and about to start dinner. I had stuff everywhere. Once that was all cleaned up Mom called me about something totally un-related. I said I couldn't tell here what to do because I couldn't think. (I'd spent the day with her so she knew I had been okay) Mom asked what was wrong so I told her what happened. She offered to come over and finish the chicken for me. I accepted and once Fred got home we went to Urgent Care. And yup 1st and 2nd degree grease burns on my arm. I was given a prescription for some cream and they bandaged it for me. Mom showed up just after we got home. She stayed for almost 4 hours! She helped get all of the cooking I was planing on doing done. (Monday is usually my cooking day, I try to get it in before the week wears me down) We made hot pockets, Fred made dinner, and Mom finished the chicken for me. How blessed am I that I have family willing to do all that for me. Not to mention putting up with my whining about wanting to do things, or my arm hurting. I can be such a baby.
What was interesting about the whole event was the Smiths. While mom and I were out getting my prescription and bandages, the Smiths came by. They are a wonderful family in our ward, who the husband is in the Bishopric, the wife is in the Relief Society Presidency, and they have three children ages 4, 2, and 6 months. So you can image that Sundays can be hard. This Sunday we had some extra space in our rows and I noticed that the mother came in with her children and was sitting in the metal chairs. I went and told her she could come sit by us. Well, today's Family Home Evening was on the Good Samaritan and I was the example. Of how the little things can make a difference. They shared was moment with Fred and left a wonderful note and cookies for us :) I just thought it was amazing that one day you can be the Samaritan and the very next day you can be the one receiving help. Because for my Mom what she did for me was nothing. But boy was it a help to me. Just like what I had done for the Smiths. We often forget that sometimes this happen so we can learn and sometimes things happen so others have the chance to serve. What a wondrous occasion to be on both sides within 48hrs. So thanks to Fred, Mom and the Smiths for all that you have done for me :)