5.1.09
Fun with Food Storage Network
I've been following Everyday Food Storage for a while and she just teamed up with some other neat people to make the Fun with Food Storage Network. Looks like it's going to be awesome!
1.12.08
16.3.08
And this will be the last time that we say goodbye.
When I started blogging, it was because all the Cool Kids in Quark were doing it. I was fresh outta England, living with my parents, an 18 year old lonely misfit who wanted friends desperately, and who wanted to be cool even more than that. I did not get along with my parents, I was extremely selfish and short sighted, and although I had a plan for my life, it in no way involved marriage or children or ARKANSAS.
I am now 21. I have a husband and a child. I am no closer to graduating from college than I was in 2005. I still want friends, and I'm still a lonely misfit to some extent, but I've learned to be just a little more comfortable with myself (except don't bring this up on Sundays. I'm still terrified of Relief Society.) I like to think that I've become less selfish, and I constantly have my mind on the future (which is sometimes not the greatest thing as I ignore the moment.) I have a wonderful, healing relationship with my mom. I live in a house which we own. I am, officially, a Grown Up.
In many ways, 2006 was the best year of my life. I'm hoping I have better, to be honest, but I had so much fun with Brad, Pratt, Sarah, Matt, Miriam, Kayla, and Nate...it just can't even be described. You were there, you remember. Maybe it wasn't as awesome for you as it was for me. But it was exactly what I needed. If not for this group of friends, I'm 100% sure I would not be living today. I have never had more fun, more drama, more excitement, more randomness, more hilarity, and more insanity than I did during that time.
But now we're Grown Ups. We have jobs (most of us), some of us are married, some of us live far away, and it feels like none of us have time for each other. Maybe we don't. All good things must come to an end, right? Maybe I was trying to hang onto those times too hard. Maybe it's time for me to move on.
I could drag it on, but the point is, that period of my life has passed. This blog is more longer applicable. It's got great memories attached to it, but I have to face it--no one reads these blogs anymore, and no one updates their own blogs. Well, except for Kayla, who better keep it up or I will beat her pacifist face with a stick. I'm sure I'll see Brad and Pratt again sometime. I may never see Matt or Miriam again, since apparently they dropped off the face of the earth. Sarah, I don't know about you either. But since we aren't involved in each other's lives anymore, it seems moot to keep writing in a place meant specifically for a group I don't know anymore.
So thanks, guys. Thank you for the 2 years of hilarity, awesomeness, fun, and insanity. Thanks for the drama, even though it drove me nuts at times. I hope each of you find what you are looking for in this life, and that ultimately, you are happy with yourselves and your lives. I'm never more than an MSN chat away if you want to keep me updated on what's going on, or if you want to vent, talk, or reminisce about the good old days.
End blog.
I am now 21. I have a husband and a child. I am no closer to graduating from college than I was in 2005. I still want friends, and I'm still a lonely misfit to some extent, but I've learned to be just a little more comfortable with myself (except don't bring this up on Sundays. I'm still terrified of Relief Society.) I like to think that I've become less selfish, and I constantly have my mind on the future (which is sometimes not the greatest thing as I ignore the moment.) I have a wonderful, healing relationship with my mom. I live in a house which we own. I am, officially, a Grown Up.
In many ways, 2006 was the best year of my life. I'm hoping I have better, to be honest, but I had so much fun with Brad, Pratt, Sarah, Matt, Miriam, Kayla, and Nate...it just can't even be described. You were there, you remember. Maybe it wasn't as awesome for you as it was for me. But it was exactly what I needed. If not for this group of friends, I'm 100% sure I would not be living today. I have never had more fun, more drama, more excitement, more randomness, more hilarity, and more insanity than I did during that time.
But now we're Grown Ups. We have jobs (most of us), some of us are married, some of us live far away, and it feels like none of us have time for each other. Maybe we don't. All good things must come to an end, right? Maybe I was trying to hang onto those times too hard. Maybe it's time for me to move on.
I could drag it on, but the point is, that period of my life has passed. This blog is more longer applicable. It's got great memories attached to it, but I have to face it--no one reads these blogs anymore, and no one updates their own blogs. Well, except for Kayla, who better keep it up or I will beat her pacifist face with a stick. I'm sure I'll see Brad and Pratt again sometime. I may never see Matt or Miriam again, since apparently they dropped off the face of the earth. Sarah, I don't know about you either. But since we aren't involved in each other's lives anymore, it seems moot to keep writing in a place meant specifically for a group I don't know anymore.
So thanks, guys. Thank you for the 2 years of hilarity, awesomeness, fun, and insanity. Thanks for the drama, even though it drove me nuts at times. I hope each of you find what you are looking for in this life, and that ultimately, you are happy with yourselves and your lives. I'm never more than an MSN chat away if you want to keep me updated on what's going on, or if you want to vent, talk, or reminisce about the good old days.
End blog.
5.3.08
For Kayla
He's finally big enough!
I will post more tomorrow. It's a good thing he growed, he was running out of preemie t-shirts!
He's up to 7 lbs 2 oz. his due date is in 5 days. He would have been an average sized baby-thank goodness not a 10 pounder!
I will post more tomorrow. It's a good thing he growed, he was running out of preemie t-shirts!
He's up to 7 lbs 2 oz. his due date is in 5 days. He would have been an average sized baby-thank goodness not a 10 pounder!
Delicious agony
My kitchen is boring. I have hated it for quite some time. The wall in the dining room is too large for any of our pictures, so it is just plain and blank and... boring. We never used the kitchen table before my Grandma arrived - in fact we rarely cooked until my grandma arrived, since prior to her being here I was pregnant and unable to cook without puking. But since she got here we have eaten in there and it is still boring.
So yesterday, I painted.
Our walls are not white, they are a sort of yellowy beige. It is called "country white" and is actually quite pretty with our stark white crown molding. It's a very warm color. I was able to go to Lowe's and find a color that compliments the country white, and also matches our tile, counters, and carpet. It is called "Sand Drift." I was not sure it would look too good but Grandma kept telling me it would, so I decided to just go for it.
It looks. amazing. In fact, I know it is the perfect color because after I was finished painting, I stepped back and I could hardly tell I painted. I was so used to it already--it just fits. One of the best parts is, the wall I painted had been scratched up by the dog crate and it looked black and gross. Now it's beautiful.
Our walls are really hard to paint though. They are oddly textured which is a pain in the butt, so my hands are sore today. I also had to climb on the counters to paint the top above our cabinets, which was scary. But it looks so great, and I am so proud of myself. My next goal is to paint our living room the same color. The living room will be harder though because it is currently blue, so it will require a coat of primer. And lots and lots of taping, because of the crown molding, fireplace, windows, baseboards, ugh.
The bestest bestest part is, I am going to get to do my kitchen in the colors I have always wanted in a kitchen--black and white. It was done in blue and white to match the living room, but I always wanted a black and white kitchen and now I get it!! Eventually. I have to convince Nate to let me have $30 for neat chair cushions.
Also I decided a while ago that I don't want Toby to have lots of crazy toys that make noise or have flashing lights or animated parts. I want toys that inspire creative play. I want to get him a set of blocks. Of course he will have to stay awake longer than 30 seconds before I will do this :)
So yesterday, I painted.
Our walls are not white, they are a sort of yellowy beige. It is called "country white" and is actually quite pretty with our stark white crown molding. It's a very warm color. I was able to go to Lowe's and find a color that compliments the country white, and also matches our tile, counters, and carpet. It is called "Sand Drift." I was not sure it would look too good but Grandma kept telling me it would, so I decided to just go for it.
It looks. amazing. In fact, I know it is the perfect color because after I was finished painting, I stepped back and I could hardly tell I painted. I was so used to it already--it just fits. One of the best parts is, the wall I painted had been scratched up by the dog crate and it looked black and gross. Now it's beautiful.
Our walls are really hard to paint though. They are oddly textured which is a pain in the butt, so my hands are sore today. I also had to climb on the counters to paint the top above our cabinets, which was scary. But it looks so great, and I am so proud of myself. My next goal is to paint our living room the same color. The living room will be harder though because it is currently blue, so it will require a coat of primer. And lots and lots of taping, because of the crown molding, fireplace, windows, baseboards, ugh.
The bestest bestest part is, I am going to get to do my kitchen in the colors I have always wanted in a kitchen--black and white. It was done in blue and white to match the living room, but I always wanted a black and white kitchen and now I get it!! Eventually. I have to convince Nate to let me have $30 for neat chair cushions.
Also I decided a while ago that I don't want Toby to have lots of crazy toys that make noise or have flashing lights or animated parts. I want toys that inspire creative play. I want to get him a set of blocks. Of course he will have to stay awake longer than 30 seconds before I will do this :)
1.3.08
27.2.08
PS
Nate may be a fabulous father, but he is a crappy Warrior Man.
At 2 in the morning I hear this WHRRIRRRRRGROWWLLLLL noise. EEK!! There is a sleeping baby in my lap (he would NOT sleep except if one of us was holding him) and a sleeping husband next to me. "Nate! Nate! What is that noise?"
Nate lifts up his head. He listens. He goes back to sleep.
"NATE. What is that noise?!"
Nate lifts up his head. "What noise?"
THAT noise ! The WHRRIRIRRRRIRIRRGROWLLLL!!!! noise!!!!
"mmm."
If I die in my sleep, you may safely blame it on the husband.
(also, it was Nate's pile of computer junk.)
At 2 in the morning I hear this WHRRIRRRRRGROWWLLLLL noise. EEK!! There is a sleeping baby in my lap (he would NOT sleep except if one of us was holding him) and a sleeping husband next to me. "Nate! Nate! What is that noise?"
Nate lifts up his head. He listens. He goes back to sleep.
"NATE. What is that noise?!"
Nate lifts up his head. "What noise?"
THAT noise ! The WHRRIRIRRRRIRIRRGROWLLLL!!!! noise!!!!
"mmm."
If I die in my sleep, you may safely blame it on the husband.
(also, it was Nate's pile of computer junk.)
26.2.08
This post brought to you by Vicodin and babies
It sort of took me by surprise. I mean, my grandma kept telling me how much I would love my baby just instantly, and how crazy it is that you can love someone so much just right off the bat like that.
So I sort of expected...I don't know. To be swept away immediately and to be full of looove. Or something. But it didn't really happen like that. I don't think I knew I loved him till I finally got to hold him. And then that powerful love feeling went into hiding.
It comes out at the weirdest times, like when I am holding him and feeling how soft his cheeks are. When I wonder at why changing diapers doesn't make me want to kill myself. When I think about how much he looks like my mom. I love him right now, when Nate and I are lying in bed and Nate is holding Toby on his chest.
It is almost like when I fell in love with Nate, only faster. I want to be a better person for both of them. Toby makes me want to be the best person I can be. I haven't felt this way in a long time. I missed this feeling.
We feel like a family, and I can't imagine life without this tiny little creature. Before, I did not feel so close to Nate. I did not feel like we were truly a family. Now I do. It's so weird that it just...happened.
Sure, I don't like getting up at night and being tired all the time, but I don't really mind doing it because it's what my son needs. I sometimes feel like a bad mom because I don't really talk to him yet (I just like looking at him!), but I'll get better at it.
Nate, by the way, is an incredible father. There have been a few times I want to whack him upside the head, but for the most part he is amazing. And it's a learning process, so I can't get after him too much. I am sure there are things I do that make him crazy too :)
Still...even though I love Toby very much, I only want one more child. I think it is all my fragile emotional state can handle, and apparently if my body goes through the same sort of pregnancy as the last one, I might die. So we'll give Toby a sibling, and then we'll be done. Sometimes this thought makes me sad, because yes there are times when I want tons of kids.
But then I come to my senses. Bwahahaa!
So I sort of expected...I don't know. To be swept away immediately and to be full of looove. Or something. But it didn't really happen like that. I don't think I knew I loved him till I finally got to hold him. And then that powerful love feeling went into hiding.
It comes out at the weirdest times, like when I am holding him and feeling how soft his cheeks are. When I wonder at why changing diapers doesn't make me want to kill myself. When I think about how much he looks like my mom. I love him right now, when Nate and I are lying in bed and Nate is holding Toby on his chest.
It is almost like when I fell in love with Nate, only faster. I want to be a better person for both of them. Toby makes me want to be the best person I can be. I haven't felt this way in a long time. I missed this feeling.
We feel like a family, and I can't imagine life without this tiny little creature. Before, I did not feel so close to Nate. I did not feel like we were truly a family. Now I do. It's so weird that it just...happened.
Sure, I don't like getting up at night and being tired all the time, but I don't really mind doing it because it's what my son needs. I sometimes feel like a bad mom because I don't really talk to him yet (I just like looking at him!), but I'll get better at it.
Nate, by the way, is an incredible father. There have been a few times I want to whack him upside the head, but for the most part he is amazing. And it's a learning process, so I can't get after him too much. I am sure there are things I do that make him crazy too :)
Still...even though I love Toby very much, I only want one more child. I think it is all my fragile emotional state can handle, and apparently if my body goes through the same sort of pregnancy as the last one, I might die. So we'll give Toby a sibling, and then we'll be done. Sometimes this thought makes me sad, because yes there are times when I want tons of kids.
But then I come to my senses. Bwahahaa!
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