Today was Stake Conference and it was so fun! The theme was "Families", and the speakers were chosen from a returned missionary to newlyweds to the Temple President. The talks were not boring but they still mananged to discuss the important things like prayer and scripture study and missionary work. Loved it.
My ID card is still lost.
Here is a MeMe from TXMommy. I thought I should write about some weird things I have noticed about myself in Hawaii:
1. I don't mind the geckos. They are said to bring good luck, and they eat the bugs. We have a few living here in our home. There is tiny little one that likes to hang out in the kitchen, and a bigger one that lives in the garage, and at least one medium-small one that we have seen upstairs. I don't want to touch a gecko, but I don't have to scream when I see one running across the wall.
2. I hate the feel of grit on my bare feet. We have no rugs in our house. Not a single one. I have been sweeping and mopping the floor like a crazy person because I just hate the feel of sand or dirt on my feet. Before I get into bed I brush off my feet and put on some socks. I had to stop putting lotion on my feet before bed because the lotion really attracts the dirt and it feels so creepy.
3. I had really really dry skin on my finger tips in South Dakota. I spent a lot of money at Bath and Body Works to keep my hands moisturized. Maybe it's the humidity here, I don't know, but we hadn't been here a week when I noticed that my dry skin was all healed and soft.
4. At the beach, sometimes, I have to talk myself into getting in the water. I stand with my feet in the waves and go a little deeper, one step at a time. When the water gets to my waist I will just stand there and think - do I really want to get all the way wet? Sometimes it takes a good wave to get me motivated. I love to swim in the ocean once I get in, but sometimes it takes me a while.
5. I carry a white grocery bag with me whenever we go on a walk. We live in such a beautiful place, but there is a lot of trash around. It really bothered me, so I decided to do something. I take my little bag with me, and though I'm probably not making a big difference, it makes me feel better. I pick up cigarette butts (hundreds) and paper cups and candy wrappers and moldering newspapers. I have a feeling this makes me look like a real weirdo. Next thing you know I'll be pushing my little grocery cart around with all my belongings....