A Story on Perspective
On the morning of March 6th, 2011 we were getting ready for church and Mckay grabbed a pair of socks out of his drawer. He has this set of "day of the week" socks, obviously labeled Monday-Sunday. When I fold them I put them in his drawer, starting with Sunday and going left-right ending on Saturday. That morning he grabbed his socks and said to me, "Why did you put Sunday in the middle?" I said, "I didn't, I always put them in order." (Duh) He said, "No you didn't, check my drawer." I said, "Yes I did." The end. I was tangled in my pantyhose and not about to check up on my work (which was correct) with my make-up only half done and the clock ticking away. So we finished getting ready, raced out the door behind schedule and forgot about the socks.
After church I was cleaning up the bedroom and I threw said socks into the laundry, which in turn went into the machine. When I picked up the socks I noticed that they said "Friday" on them and I wondered why I take the time to put them in order if he doesn't even bother to wear them on the right days. Later that evening we had to go to a Youth Fireside, so we were once again in the bedroom getting ready. He asked where his socks went (oops! forgot) and I told him that I threw them in the wash. Then I asked him why he wore his "Friday" socks on "Sunday". He told me, "I didn't, I wore my Sunday socks. I'll just wear my Saturday ones to the fireside."
Knowing that he had in fact worn his FRIDAY socks to church that day, I pulled open his drawer eager to show him his mistake. I laughed when I saw in the drawer one Sunday sock paired with one Friday sock. (Their colors are barely detectable). He had seen the Sunday sock when he put them on that morning and I had seen the Friday sock when I put them away earlier in the week and again when I thew them in the laundry! I showed him and we both had a good laugh over it. He said, "We're both right! We should write this down so we can show our grandkids some day!".
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
JIMMER
Yeah right. This post is not about Jimmer. It's really just snippets I'd like to share.
1.
Conversation from the weekend:
"I feel really trendy today."
"Really?"
"Yeah, my shoes and shirt and cute scarf. Why, you don't think I look trendy?"
"Uhmmm not really..?"
"What do you think I look like?"
"Kinda grungy..."
I was so amused by this conversation, lucky for him. Perhaps on another day, it might not have gone so well. I have to admit, I hadn't showered that day & my hair was greaseball-esque (he made reference to my headband to showcase the grunginess) so I'll give him that.
2.
My new favorite meal is grilled {American} cheese on sourdough from Stew Leonards. Best. I can't stop eating them. & Stew Leonards? The most incredible grocery store I have ever visited. Meat from Amish country? Farm fresh tomatoes in March? Artisan breads and cheeses for snobs? Fresh flowers galore? Yes to all of it. Oh, and yes, I'll take a free coconut frozen yogurt at the end of it all to make up for the ouchie bill.
3.
It's March, which brings us into the frenzy of March Maddress. Which is awesome and I actually really love it. Probably because my Dad was almost MIA for my birth because it was so tempting. We filled out brackets. We made bets. If I win, he doesn't get to play "Words with Friends" for a month. It's his best hobby lately to play that game. He always wants help with words and he has 3 or 4 games going at all times. It's the most. Intervention time. If he wins, I have to friend request all of his ex-girlfriends on Facebook. Just kidding, that was suggested, but we both decided to take the we're-not-in-middle-school-anymore route. If I he wins, he gets to drive my car (the nice one) and I get his (the 1995 Nissan Altima with 260,000+ miles) for a month. I will update you when UNC wins.
4.
I have wanted to tell so many people about this on so many different occasions. So here is a special (maybe tacky) blog shout out to a few peeps. I am sorry if you don't know the people I am referring to:
The other night I had a dream. I was in high school, married, but at Mountain Crest High again. I was standing out by the cafeteria when a boy with long blonde hair started to flirt with me (it shouldn't be a big deal for me to say his name since the chances of him ever finding this blog, let alone reading it, are a million to one. But I am still nervous & anyone from said dream will know who he is. Enad is what we'll call him, okay-that is just his name spelled backwards. Now you know). He hadn't seen me in a while (duh) and wanted to know how I was. He winked. It was cute. He put his arm around me. I felt guilty. So I fled, but felt exhilarated that I still had it. I KNOW! I cannot be held accountable for dream feelings. Then I ran into my dear friend Jacki who started sobbing and gave me the biggest hug. She is so sweet, she was upset and felt so bad for me. I helped her stop crying. Then Bryce, Ali, Kassidy, Stacey, Krissy and Kara came & we were having a joyous, chatty session. I was elated. I suggested a sleepover (16th birthday style) & they all agreed. I ran home to get ready. I looked out my window and decided that once they got there I would take them to "RAINBOW ROAD" as a surprise. In my dream, Rainbow Road was a road that lead to Ethan Searle's house, and if you looked out my window (at the road) first thing in the morning, when the dew and sun were on it at the same time, it turned into a rainbow. Special! I know. Then my dream took me to a trailor where I was in a little, gross room with Regan in my skivvies. I asked her to take me to school because we had both missed the bus. She told me she wouldn't take me because it would make Kenna late, & she was only taking Kenna. She looked so pretty & I was sad that she was mean. I went to go find my Mom to tell on her BUT THEN I WOKE UP.
That is not an unusual dream. And that is probably why I wake up tired most mornings - because I do SO FREAKING MUCH ALL NIGHT LONG. Really. Planning sleepovers and dealing with emotional meltdowns and coordinating rides out of the trailor park is exhausting.
1.
Conversation from the weekend:
"I feel really trendy today."
"Really?"
"Yeah, my shoes and shirt and cute scarf. Why, you don't think I look trendy?"
"Uhmmm not really..?"
"What do you think I look like?"
"Kinda grungy..."
I was so amused by this conversation, lucky for him. Perhaps on another day, it might not have gone so well. I have to admit, I hadn't showered that day & my hair was greaseball-esque (he made reference to my headband to showcase the grunginess) so I'll give him that.
2.
My new favorite meal is grilled {American} cheese on sourdough from Stew Leonards. Best. I can't stop eating them. & Stew Leonards? The most incredible grocery store I have ever visited. Meat from Amish country? Farm fresh tomatoes in March? Artisan breads and cheeses for snobs? Fresh flowers galore? Yes to all of it. Oh, and yes, I'll take a free coconut frozen yogurt at the end of it all to make up for the ouchie bill.
3.
It's March, which brings us into the frenzy of March Maddress. Which is awesome and I actually really love it. Probably because my Dad was almost MIA for my birth because it was so tempting. We filled out brackets. We made bets. If I win, he doesn't get to play "Words with Friends" for a month. It's his best hobby lately to play that game. He always wants help with words and he has 3 or 4 games going at all times. It's the most. Intervention time. If he wins, I have to friend request all of his ex-girlfriends on Facebook. Just kidding, that was suggested, but we both decided to take the we're-not-in-middle-school-anymore route. If I he wins, he gets to drive my car (the nice one) and I get his (the 1995 Nissan Altima with 260,000+ miles) for a month. I will update you when UNC wins.
4.
I have wanted to tell so many people about this on so many different occasions. So here is a special (maybe tacky) blog shout out to a few peeps. I am sorry if you don't know the people I am referring to:
The other night I had a dream. I was in high school, married, but at Mountain Crest High again. I was standing out by the cafeteria when a boy with long blonde hair started to flirt with me (it shouldn't be a big deal for me to say his name since the chances of him ever finding this blog, let alone reading it, are a million to one. But I am still nervous & anyone from said dream will know who he is. Enad is what we'll call him, okay-that is just his name spelled backwards. Now you know). He hadn't seen me in a while (duh) and wanted to know how I was. He winked. It was cute. He put his arm around me. I felt guilty. So I fled, but felt exhilarated that I still had it. I KNOW! I cannot be held accountable for dream feelings. Then I ran into my dear friend Jacki who started sobbing and gave me the biggest hug. She is so sweet, she was upset and felt so bad for me. I helped her stop crying. Then Bryce, Ali, Kassidy, Stacey, Krissy and Kara came & we were having a joyous, chatty session. I was elated. I suggested a sleepover (16th birthday style) & they all agreed. I ran home to get ready. I looked out my window and decided that once they got there I would take them to "RAINBOW ROAD" as a surprise. In my dream, Rainbow Road was a road that lead to Ethan Searle's house, and if you looked out my window (at the road) first thing in the morning, when the dew and sun were on it at the same time, it turned into a rainbow. Special! I know. Then my dream took me to a trailor where I was in a little, gross room with Regan in my skivvies. I asked her to take me to school because we had both missed the bus. She told me she wouldn't take me because it would make Kenna late, & she was only taking Kenna. She looked so pretty & I was sad that she was mean. I went to go find my Mom to tell on her BUT THEN I WOKE UP.
That is not an unusual dream. And that is probably why I wake up tired most mornings - because I do SO FREAKING MUCH ALL NIGHT LONG. Really. Planning sleepovers and dealing with emotional meltdowns and coordinating rides out of the trailor park is exhausting.
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
They call me Martha.
Okay, they really don't, but I wish they did. I have been bit by the crafting/cooking/sewing/gardening/ creating/domesticity bug BIG TIME. Like, I want to quit my job and just find new things to do every day. I want to plant herbs and flowers and tomatoes. I want to sew curtains and pillows and skirts. I want to make darling things with buttons and yarn. I want to cook cutesy desserts, not just regular brownies. I also want to whip up delicious, gourmet meals for my love every single day. To go with all of that, I'd love a huge, white, blank canvass home that I can decorate from head to toe.
Until that day comes (or doesn't) I'll just occupy myself with baby crafts & lead a balanced life. In pursuit of my new vision, I made this yarn wreath on Saturday. I had a big peach-colored ribbon on it, but it looked weird so today ripped the bow off and made rosettes out of felt. I know some of the flowers look navy, but it's actually a deep violet color. My camera can't remember to take accurate pictures sometimes.
Until that day comes (or doesn't) I'll just occupy myself with baby crafts & lead a balanced life. In pursuit of my new vision, I made this yarn wreath on Saturday. I had a big peach-colored ribbon on it, but it looked weird so today ripped the bow off and made rosettes out of felt. I know some of the flowers look navy, but it's actually a deep violet color. My camera can't remember to take accurate pictures sometimes.
Mckay didn't make the biggest fuss over the wreath make-over (even after I hinted to him that he needed to) & when I pointed out the newly made flowers he said, "Oh! I thought you bought those flower things at Anthropologie or something and just glued them on!". Yes. Perfect reaction. He is forgiven for his underwhelming response to my craftiness!
I had so much fun making this one! I want to make 10 more-at least, too bad I only have one front door.
Friday, March 11, 2011
Titanic
To say I was {am} a fan of this movie is a slight understatement. I'm pretty sure between the ages of 12-15 Regan and I watched/rented it at every chance we got. We saw the movie when we were too young to see the movie (well before the above age) because I remember both of us bawling and being so distraught over the story line. In fact I remember just thinking about the scene where the captain's window breaks and water floods in and getting teary eyed.
ANYWAY. It was on tonight and for old times sake I watched twenty minutes of it. Still a fabulous movie. When I was younger I was so obsessed with the love story. Jack and Rose were like my ultimate dream. I was so sad that I wasn't born in a different time/place/country so that I could have a rockin' love story like them. I was bummed that my "love story" would most likely be pretty ordinary and bland. Meet in college, fall in love, probably at a park not a sinking boat... so plain!
I wouldn't wear a lavender silk dress and run through the furnace room hand in hand with my lover while running from the crazy, creepy man servant guy. Or go to a dance party with the Irish people. Or get a naked picture drawn wearing only a ridiculously delicious diamond around my neck. Just kidding, wasn't jealous of that last one. So depressing is life!
{Was I a freak? Can anyone else relate? I really hope so because I will feel silly if not.}
Tonight I laughed at my naive younger self. And I thanked my lucky stars for my ordinary love. The unrealistic drama and embellishment for the first time just seemed obscure. I was such a silly pie. This morning when our alarm clock went off at 6:30am (ouch) Mckay pulled me close and we snoozed for another 15 minutes. It was awful to disentangle ourselves. I love the peaceful, safe feeling I get when we're cuddled up in bed. It's one of the best feeling I've ever felt. Then we got up, got ready for work, I left at 7:10am & now I am sitting on my couch at 9:08pm waiting for him to come back all yucky sweaty from his basketball game. We'll fall into bed again and it will be another ordinary day with my extraordinary love in our ordinary world.
ANYWAY. It was on tonight and for old times sake I watched twenty minutes of it. Still a fabulous movie. When I was younger I was so obsessed with the love story. Jack and Rose were like my ultimate dream. I was so sad that I wasn't born in a different time/place/country so that I could have a rockin' love story like them. I was bummed that my "love story" would most likely be pretty ordinary and bland. Meet in college, fall in love, probably at a park not a sinking boat... so plain!
I wouldn't wear a lavender silk dress and run through the furnace room hand in hand with my lover while running from the crazy, creepy man servant guy. Or go to a dance party with the Irish people. Or get a naked picture drawn wearing only a ridiculously delicious diamond around my neck. Just kidding, wasn't jealous of that last one. So depressing is life!
{Was I a freak? Can anyone else relate? I really hope so because I will feel silly if not.}
Tonight I laughed at my naive younger self. And I thanked my lucky stars for my ordinary love. The unrealistic drama and embellishment for the first time just seemed obscure. I was such a silly pie. This morning when our alarm clock went off at 6:30am (ouch) Mckay pulled me close and we snoozed for another 15 minutes. It was awful to disentangle ourselves. I love the peaceful, safe feeling I get when we're cuddled up in bed. It's one of the best feeling I've ever felt. Then we got up, got ready for work, I left at 7:10am & now I am sitting on my couch at 9:08pm waiting for him to come back all yucky sweaty from his basketball game. We'll fall into bed again and it will be another ordinary day with my extraordinary love in our ordinary world.
Friday, March 4, 2011
1 year older & wiser too
It was a perfect day. I went to bed such a happy, happy girl. Mckay told me that he thought I must have been turning twelve because my excitement was oozing out of every pore. It's true, I love birthdays. They were a big deal in my home growing up. Want to know what I got? A beautiful birthday letter from my Dad, a darling e-scrapbook photo compilation from my Mom (a feat!) and a latex pillow from Mckay that gives me the most wonderful, deep, I'm-sleeping-in-clouds, sleep possible. Sounds unexciting but in my grogginess this morning I told him I slept like a queen. Pretty sure that comment just meant that I slept great.
My favorite part of my birthday went like this: {On Skype with the fam}
Mom, "We have a present for you! Want to see it?"
Me, "YES!"
Regan, holds up picture she drew of Utah and Connecticut with a sign that says "I'm coming to visit you!!!!"
Me, tears and tears and tears and, "Is this my present?!?!" to Mckay. More tears.
Mckay, nods, laughs and looks puzzled, "Are you happy or sad??!"
Me, "So happy and emotional!"
And there you go. I have the most thoughtful husband a girl could ask for. My birthday was wonderful from dawn till dusk. Regan and Mckay gave me such a great gift and I cannot wait to have her out here with us! Thanks to all for the sweet texts, calls and messages.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
To Kill a Mockingbird
I read this book in ninth grade. Most of the class thought it was boring, long and painful. There were a handful of us who loved it. I reserved it a spot on my "top ten" book list for years. In Nicki fashion, I never went back to it, there are always a million books on my "to read" list so I don't retrace steps. Then my dear friend Ali sent it to me for my birthday last year with a note declaring me un-American for not owning it. So I thought I better bump it to the top.
Last week I opened it and could not put it down. It was incredible.
As a fourteen year old girl, I did not realize how profound this book is--profound and heavy and dark and saddening. The wonderful thing is, it doesn't ever leave you with sad or depressed feelings! That is because it is narrated through the eyes of a child, it's innocent and happy and carefree. In ninth grade I thought it was a book about Scout and Jem and their childhood adventures in Maycomb, Alabama. When I read it again (but with a different perspective) it became a story of racism, oppression and sickening injustice. The horror of that time swirled around Atticus Finch's family as he heroically navigated his children through troubled waters with astounding courage and integrity. Harper Lee is brilliant and I am so glad I chose to read this gem again!
Oh, and the book made me giggle and smile all week.
Last week I opened it and could not put it down. It was incredible.
As a fourteen year old girl, I did not realize how profound this book is--profound and heavy and dark and saddening. The wonderful thing is, it doesn't ever leave you with sad or depressed feelings! That is because it is narrated through the eyes of a child, it's innocent and happy and carefree. In ninth grade I thought it was a book about Scout and Jem and their childhood adventures in Maycomb, Alabama. When I read it again (but with a different perspective) it became a story of racism, oppression and sickening injustice. The horror of that time swirled around Atticus Finch's family as he heroically navigated his children through troubled waters with astounding courage and integrity. Harper Lee is brilliant and I am so glad I chose to read this gem again!
Oh, and the book made me giggle and smile all week.
"I wanted you to see what real courage is, instead of getting the idea that courage is a man with a gun in his hand. It's when you know you're licked before you begin but you begin anyway and you see it through no matter what. You rarely win, but sometimes you do." (Atticus Finch)
{READ IT!}
OH, and Ali and I both want to name a child Atticus now. Well, mostly her, because Mckay would veto it. But she is going to find a man who will embrace it.
OH, and Ali and I both want to name a child Atticus now. Well, mostly her, because Mckay would veto it. But she is going to find a man who will embrace it.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
It's official
him.
Spent six hours at the court today, and was selected for jury duty. Quote, "You're not supposed to campaign for it, but I totally did. It was a competition for me." Apparently on the form it says accepted or rejected, he peeked and saw that he was accepted and felt like he "won the game", he did win. They chose 2/100 people, that's my baby, 1 in 50.
He is:
So elated to be taking an active part in the judicial system.
So confused at why people are so bugged when they have to do it.
So charming during his interview with the lawyers so that they would pick him.
It's official, he's a patriot.
her.
Been sick since Saturday. Ended up in the Urgent Care Center tonight and has a kidney infection. Right kidney to be exact. Dang.
Ate kettle corn popcorn and ice cream for dinner tonight. Haagan Dazs Vanilla Swiss Almond always gets me through the hard times. After a week of toast and applesauce, it felt so good. Watched OWN (Oprah Winfrey Network, thumbs up) and is looking forward to a lazy day in bed tomorrow.
She is:
Annoyed.
Feverish.
So ready to quit with the illnesses.
It's official, she's a pinhead.
{*disclaimer, he is truly one in a million frillion.}
Spent six hours at the court today, and was selected for jury duty. Quote, "You're not supposed to campaign for it, but I totally did. It was a competition for me." Apparently on the form it says accepted or rejected, he peeked and saw that he was accepted and felt like he "won the game", he did win. They chose 2/100 people, that's my baby, 1 in 50.
He is:
So elated to be taking an active part in the judicial system.
So confused at why people are so bugged when they have to do it.
So charming during his interview with the lawyers so that they would pick him.
It's official, he's a patriot.
her.
Been sick since Saturday. Ended up in the Urgent Care Center tonight and has a kidney infection. Right kidney to be exact. Dang.
Ate kettle corn popcorn and ice cream for dinner tonight. Haagan Dazs Vanilla Swiss Almond always gets me through the hard times. After a week of toast and applesauce, it felt so good. Watched OWN (Oprah Winfrey Network, thumbs up) and is looking forward to a lazy day in bed tomorrow.
She is:
Annoyed.
Feverish.
So ready to quit with the illnesses.
It's official, she's a pinhead.
{*disclaimer, he is truly one in a million frillion.}
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Silly thoughts that I could probably keep to myself-
I took a new job. I work fifty hours a week now. It's a little overwhelming, but it will keep me busy while Mckay studies his life away for the CFA. Plus one of the babies that I take care of is only 3 months old. Darling and sweet and beautiful all wrapped up in a tiny pink blanket!
We were so excited for Super Bowl Sunday. Then I got sick. I had to leave church early, which meant I didn't get to go to the party (Mom's rule). Mckay had to go watch the game without me, and much to his dismay, missed out on the awesome treats I was planning on making for him. I went to bed early and woke up to a note on the mirror with a PS that said, "THE PACKERS WON!” phew.
Ibuprofen is the most wonderful thing on the planet. I worked 12 hours on Monday and Tuesday and was able to keep upright the entire time thanks to recommended dosages of the miracle drug.
I came home last night, tired and not feeling well, to a perfectly made bed & sparkling kitchen... chores have been neglected since I fell ill. Such a sweet guy I'm married to.
I am the Beehive advisor (teacher) now. I cannot believe it. I swear I was just barely 13 years old & chanting “once a Beehive, always a Beehive” with Alysha Kibble. Wow, we actually said that… what does it even mean?
I (and he) love our apartment so much; it is my favorite place in the world. Minus the fact that the hardwood floors are "unfinished" (I don't know if there ever was a finish, if at one point there was, it has disappeared) and I keep getting splinters in my tootsies. Uhg, I don't want to have to go downstairs and talk to our landlords. The cat smell offends my nose.
I had a dream on Sunday night that my two front teeth came loose (I was fighting a girl and my fingernail hit my tooth. Yes, that is what was happening in my dream.) and were only attached by little strings. I was at a party and I'd have to stuff them back into my jaw and then go and talk to people, but they kept coming loose and dangling over my lip, it was just so frustrating. Someone told me to just pull them out and I was mortified, I was looking for super glue or a dentist and couldn't find either. I have crazy dreams like that on a nightly basis.
Mckay really wants an iPhone and I really want an iPad.
Mckay and I watched The Bachelor last night. It was the best. I loved watching it with him!!! He was so funny and into it. He kept pausing it to point things out or laugh at the girls. He hates Michelle, SO MUCH. Alli's date was so awkward, I was cringing the entire time, the sinking table was an apt metaphor for their relationship. I was sure Britt was going home but Jackie getting the boot wasn't a disappointment. I'm thinking in the end it may come down to Michelle and Chantel. I love Shawntell and Emily but they're too good for him.
The sun is finally out and I am so thrilled. We have mounds and mounds of snow and I need it gone. I hate when the snow drifts that line the roads turn black. It makes me feel like I live in such the ugly, polluted world. At least the lovely blue sky is out today, blue skies make me feel like the world is in harmony.
We were so excited for Super Bowl Sunday. Then I got sick. I had to leave church early, which meant I didn't get to go to the party (Mom's rule). Mckay had to go watch the game without me, and much to his dismay, missed out on the awesome treats I was planning on making for him. I went to bed early and woke up to a note on the mirror with a PS that said, "THE PACKERS WON!” phew.
Ibuprofen is the most wonderful thing on the planet. I worked 12 hours on Monday and Tuesday and was able to keep upright the entire time thanks to recommended dosages of the miracle drug.
I came home last night, tired and not feeling well, to a perfectly made bed & sparkling kitchen... chores have been neglected since I fell ill. Such a sweet guy I'm married to.
I am the Beehive advisor (teacher) now. I cannot believe it. I swear I was just barely 13 years old & chanting “once a Beehive, always a Beehive” with Alysha Kibble. Wow, we actually said that… what does it even mean?
I (and he) love our apartment so much; it is my favorite place in the world. Minus the fact that the hardwood floors are "unfinished" (I don't know if there ever was a finish, if at one point there was, it has disappeared) and I keep getting splinters in my tootsies. Uhg, I don't want to have to go downstairs and talk to our landlords. The cat smell offends my nose.
I had a dream on Sunday night that my two front teeth came loose (I was fighting a girl and my fingernail hit my tooth. Yes, that is what was happening in my dream.) and were only attached by little strings. I was at a party and I'd have to stuff them back into my jaw and then go and talk to people, but they kept coming loose and dangling over my lip, it was just so frustrating. Someone told me to just pull them out and I was mortified, I was looking for super glue or a dentist and couldn't find either. I have crazy dreams like that on a nightly basis.
Mckay really wants an iPhone and I really want an iPad.
Mckay and I watched The Bachelor last night. It was the best. I loved watching it with him!!! He was so funny and into it. He kept pausing it to point things out or laugh at the girls. He hates Michelle, SO MUCH. Alli's date was so awkward, I was cringing the entire time, the sinking table was an apt metaphor for their relationship. I was sure Britt was going home but Jackie getting the boot wasn't a disappointment. I'm thinking in the end it may come down to Michelle and Chantel. I love Shawntell and Emily but they're too good for him.
The sun is finally out and I am so thrilled. We have mounds and mounds of snow and I need it gone. I hate when the snow drifts that line the roads turn black. It makes me feel like I live in such the ugly, polluted world. At least the lovely blue sky is out today, blue skies make me feel like the world is in harmony.
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