First Blog Post thanks to Ginna

So I’ve been wanting to write this blog for a while. I even have some similar domain names that I own, but just have never installed wordpress so I just have never done anything with them.

I thought of this when I found out I was pregnant and though I could write to the kid in my journal all I want, I love to blog, so this would be the most motivating to make sure it gets done.

This will be a blog about things that are happening so friends and family can keep up with the pregnancy, which has been as Cammon puts it, “really boring, you haven’t even sent me out for anything strange in the middle of the day let alone in the middle of the night!”

And normally I read friends and family blogs on Sunday. This Sunday however we had the privilege of not having stake conference until 2pm. So in that case, we slept in till about 10am and then Cammon made pancakes. Then we went right over to Aunt Gigi’s place for dinner and headed home to work a little on our ornaments for the Big Party on Dec. 13th.

We look forward very much to not having church regularly until 1pm coming this Jan ‘08 – Dec ‘08. Some people ask us why we like this time so much and why we don’t get bored. I personally love the idea of going to be one night of the week and not having to set the alarm but just waking up when I am ready, or when there is too much light in the room for my eyes to ignore.

Then Cammon gets up and makes pancakes or waffles and we eat and read the ensign and get ready at a leisurely place. It will also be nice to get a routine down with the new baby without having to figure it out before 9am in the morning.

Anyway I digress. Ginnah called me out in one of her posts Seven Random Things About Me and said I should get a blog of my own. Right now I have 3 I actively write. One is a daily blog just for Cammon, one is a weekly blog just for my mom and the other is a business blog called Mediajoltz. There is one for writing about things I am grateful for with the rest of the Randle family, but I haven’t been active lately-I need to fix that, but I kind of took on a little too much work at one time.

So Seven Random Things About Me:

1. I hate after it rains there are squished worms over the sidewalk and I will A. squeal like a girl if I step on one and B. not wear the shoes I wore walking on the sidewalk in the house. I have an officially labeled pair of shoes called “worm gut shoes.” Cammon laughs at me and I actually got really mad at him one time cause he tried to get me to step on one. It was after we were married and the “you learn a lot about someone after you live with them” phrase came true that day.

2. I don’t like olives, lobster, shrimp or really any type of seafood other than salmon and tuna. This has helped me out a ton with the whole idea of saving money, cause those things mean more expensive than a chicken plate… The best thing is that Cammon doesn’t like those things either so it works.

3. I once hated how long my eyelashes were so I cut them. I apparently had really long lashes, but they always got in the way wearing my glasses, so one day I cut them down to almost nothing. My mom noticed right away and I got scolded. I also learned the real importance of them as even with glasses on, I constantly had something blown into my eye. This was a bad thing but a good thing too because I also learned that eyelashes thankfully grow back-and it only took about a month-although they didn’t grow as long as they use to be.

4. I had several scholarships for college waiting for me, but I turned them down. Most people know I played softball all through highschool. I played school ball from Jan/Feb through April/June. And then summer travel team started Mid April and went through the end of August, I traveled over a few states to play games and played against a few foreign teams too. Rec Summer league started end of July and went through September and Travel Fall league- I only traveled statewide instead of region wide due to school-started September and went through November which gave me December to practice on my own and do my strength training. I broke several records county wide and some statewide records and was awarded state player of the year my senior year because I could pitch and hit. I had full ride scholarship offers to three schools but decided to turn them down and go to BYU to see if I could walk on-the rest is history.

5. I’ve never had stitches and only broke one bone, my baby toe. You would think with playing sports I would have had more injuries than I did growing up. I did sprain an ankle and tore a ligament in my back and knock my knee cap out of place sliding into base a few times, but nothing really major that stopped me from playing ever happened except for one game my highschool career. It was finals in December and I was studying like mad for a biology exam-which I didn’t do too bad. That Sunday before Christmas, I was late for church-see later church works better for me- and I was jumping/sliding across my bed to get to my dresser and as I stepped down I kicked my biology book with my bare foot. It was one of those times that you bite your tongue because A. it takes the focus away from the hurt point and brings it to the pain now in your mouth and B. you don’t want to get into trouble for saying a bad word. After that moment passed, I put my stockings on, shoved my throbbing foot into my shoe and went to church. It didn’t hurt that much, just the throb. When I got home I took my shoe off and my left baby toe was completely black. It was one of those times like when people say “I think I broke __________” and you look at it and know it wasn’t broke-yeah opposite of that. There was no denying this toe was broke. Mom took me to the church to get a blessing and we went to the doctor that next day. Yep, it was broke almost completely across, but there isn’t much you can do with a toe besides tape it, take two asprin and try not to walk on it. I missed a scrimmage softball game because my toe was still so swollen I couldn’t fit it into my new cleat.

6. Here is a good one. We were taking our car in to the shop to be fixed. It was an old wagon, kind of like this:

I was about 5-we were still in PA and dad let me and janelle and john stay in the car while it was on the lift at the shop. We had brought games to play and it was going to be our little place above the world for a few hours to play and not be bothered. It was very fun until I had to go to the bathroom. I didn’t tell anyone cause dad had told us to go to the bathroom before the car went up, but janelle and i were playing a game and I didn’t go cause it was my turn. So I tried to hold it for as long as I could. And then, well, I couldn’t hold it anymore, I just went. No one knew, I didn’t tell anyone and even slipped into the house when we got home unnoticed from behind. I showered and changed and everything.  And all of a sudden from what anyone could tell I had a new fetish of NOT sitting on the backseat right behind the driver. For as long as I could I avoided that spot. It made going anywhere the worst experience ever because it was a constant stress to try and get to the car first so I could sit on the other side of the seat as far away from that spot as possible. It wasn’t until way later-abt 10 years later at my sister’s 16th b-day party, the car was dead, we had moved and were playing truth or dare that the story came out. So now you know too. It hasn’t happened since.

7. While I’m telling embarrassing stories that will get me into trouble here is one that dad knows now that happened when I was a junior in Highschool. It is the ONLY time I myself am responsible for a car crash. It was about 7am on a Summer Saturday and I needed to get some Gatorade for a softball tournament. This tournament was in state and about 45 min. away and my first game was at 8:00. We are suppose to be there an hour early so I was VERY late. I pulled into a gas station and bought a few bottles and then hopped back into the car. I needed to turn the car around so off I started, totally not using very good depth of field and I ran into the big ice machine outside. I actually moved it a few feet. Being a Saturday, there was no one around, and the person from inside never came out, I was late and didn’t cause any damage to the ice machine besides moving it a bit so I hurried to my game. Once the game was over I went to the car to check out the damage and there was a HUGE blue scrape on the side of the passenger corner of the car. Well, no excuses, but I lied to dad about how that scrape got there and told him someone must have hit me pulling in or out of the parking lot while I was playing the game. He bought the lie and I was free, until the YM/YW temple trip came up and I couldn’t bring myself to go until I confessed my lie.

So there you go. A little about me. The next posts will be more about what is going on in life and what “scooter” the nickname we have for the kid for right now, is up too inside my stomach.

Talk to ya later!

Lorri