People say that trials happen to make people stronger.... They forget to mention the part where you feel like crap through the process and somehow, YOU, have to make yourself feel better in the end. They should say something like, “Trials will happen.... ONLY if you survive will you be stronger.” So where do I begin??? I really don’t know... Don’t worry Kristin, I won’t write anything that everyone reading this doesn’t already know....lol....
For real though, in October, TJ & I moved because everything didn’t quite work out with the housing situation. Most would be embarrassed to tell people about that but I really don’t care. My husband always says, “It is what it is.” We tried it, it didn’t work, move on. We moved around from place to place for a while and didn’t let our families know that we were basically homeless for a couple of weeks with all of our stuff in the back of our car. We didn’t mention anything primarily because we didn’t really want to be a burden to anyone. Being nomads wasn’t fun..... but TJ and I managed for a while. I truly don’t believe that I could have gone through that experience with anyone else but my wonderful husband. Starving and taking cold showers in the winter while smiling and putting up a front for your family is not something that I would recommend to anyone.... Anyhow, go figure, the time we are struggling, Monty and Kristin move down into the Salanoa’s household. I like to believe that God sent them down because of us. One day, TJ went to visit his family and because I had no gas to go and get him, Monty had to drop him off. I smile thinking back because when TJ got home that night he explained how he tried to prepare Monty the entire trip home because Monty had no idea where he was going. When he finally got to the place where we were staying TJ said, “I don’t think Monty’s ever been to this part of the ghetto.” After he said that, we both just started crackin up. Then, a silent fear came over me because, now.... Someone knew our secret. In a sense, our situation became a reality because someone else knew about it. What would people think? OMG, is my mom going to kill me for not telling her? I almost felt like a little girl who broke her mom’s antique china collection, then starts praying to God, his entire host of Angels, and all of her ancestors that her mom doesn’t notice while her mom walks in slow motion, closer and closer to an empty
This is where craziness begins...... are you ready..... one week later, we moved out...lmao... TJ’s parents decided to be honest and weren’t really feelin each other anymore and decided to get a divorce when we moved in. I don’t think that our moving in helped their marriage and my husband still blames himself for their split sometimes but like I mentioned earlier, It is what it is, right? Moving right along, his dad got an apartment the next weekend, and we moved out. Now we stay in a 2 bedroom apartment (up the street) and I finally feel at home.
I only stayed in the Salanoa house for a week or two and even though I knew and felt like I wasn’t wanted in that house, I had fun because I was able to get to know Monty, Kristin, and my wonderful nephews a little better. I was job searching while I was there but I had so much fun. Monty, Kristin, and the boys made me feel so comfortable. Aren't they just so cute...
I learned in a week that
*Kyle...... oh Kyle..... he’s hilarious.... One night, Sereisa made lamb and Kyle couldn’t bring himself to eat it. He sat at the table for like 5 minutes screaming out, “I don’t want to eat Mary’s little lamb.” Now, I laugh when my mom makes lamb curry because I think of Kyle.
*For anyone who didn’t know, Kory is from
*Last but not least is Trey. I like to believe that he has nicknamed me Apple. Every morning when he first saw me he’d be like, “Uh.....Apple!” TJ says I just make Trey hungry when he sees me. I think TJ’s just a hater. Anyhow, living there was fun. That was one incident.... NEXT.... Before I start, thanks for the photo Mona....
December 27, 2008 has officially become one of the most depressing days of my life. At around 2:45 pm, I received a call from Helene’s cell phone. On the other end of the line was Alicia, TJ’s cousin. She said, “Dora, we got in a car accident on the 57. Helene is hurt pretty bad and Wesley is dead!”
Have you ever had a moment where someone was talking to you and then you go into a moment of shock because you’re thinking what just happened, didn’t happen. Then, everything around you starts to get blurry and all you can hear is your heart beat? If you have, you understand how I felt. I was holding my nephew Trey with one hand, a huge rice crispy treat in my other hand, balancing the phone on my shoulder, while listening to my nephew Tyler tell me that his parents will allow him to have a huge piece of rice crispy and that I should allow him to eat it. That’s all I remember before dropping the phone and nearly collapsing. Thank God for
I’ve known Wesley for 10 years. The first time I met him was when he came over to the house with Helene and Ammon. My mom and I just happened to be leaving to go grocery shopping when they pulled up so my mom packed us all up in her green explorer and we all went. The first thing that my mom said to him was, “I’m funna go to this farm in
All in all, TJ & I are still alive. We are both in school and I am looking for a job in the evening. I started Calculus this week and I love it. Please remind me in about 5 weeks that I love this stuff because I’m sure that in about 5 weeks I’ll be asking myself, WHY? TJ & I also had our first FHE together this past Monday. It was just the two of us. We started laughing when it came time for opening song because we’ve become so used to lip singing when our own families had FHE and couldn’t quite get away with it this time because it was just the two of us. TJ gave the lesson and we discussed our goals for this year and expressed how we felt about each other and our marriage. I thought we communicated well before but it was much better during FHE because you can express so much more and not get mad because somehow, you feel like you’re in a counseling session and the Lord is your counselor.
Things are looking up right now. I hope they stay that way for a while. Wesley is only 5 weeks older than TJ. His passing has been a wake up call for us. It is a new year. Time for new beginnings and the realization that life is too short to let our past negatively influence our future. I love my family.... both immediate and extended. I am grateful for all that they do for me. I’m thankful for my friends and all that they do. I feel very fortunate to have friends who love me through my good times and still claim be through the bad. I love my husband and all that he does for me. I thank him for loving me. I’m grateful for the arguments that keep us real. I’m so very grateful for taking the time to write this blog because I was finally able to express my true feelings. I also want to thank the academy.....lol....j/k.... I’m beginning to sound like I’m accepting an award of some sort so I’m going to stop now. Till next time......