Tuesday, December 14, 2010

So different than last year!

The past couple weeks the one thing running through my head is how opposite this year is from last year. Ben and I have been talking a lot about how weird it is this year knowing that last year this time I was already sick with the flu... BTW I'm going to apologize now for the tears you can't see that are going to happen while I put this together, they're starting already.....

I don't remember much of Christmas last year. I remember feeling like crap for a few weeks before. I remember feeling SO tired. I remember thinking everyday that "It can't get any worse than it already is." It did. Everyday.

Yesterday Mad asked in the car if anyone remembered Grandma Penny's Christmas tree last year. I said I didn't. But I then did remember putting the lights on it. That has always been my job, I enjoy it. I didn't last year, but I got it done.

Actually, I think saying "I didn't enjoy it, but I got it done" covers most of lat year's holiday season for me. Which sucks because Christmas truly is my favorite time of the year. I love the spirit it brings out in everyone. I'm one of those cheesy people that wishes it could be that way year round.

This time last year I was already staying home from work because all the guys I work with were looking at me like I was crazy sitting at my desk and hacking away. I had no idea what my body had in store for me.

Even now When Ben and I talk about it we both tear up. Ben was catching up on Deadliest Catch a couple weeks ago, it was the episode where one of the Captains was in the hospital and you already knew he wasn't going to make it. We were laying in bed holding hands and I was crying away. He was squeezing my hand.

Back to last year.....

I remember doing the salad with marinated steak for the ward's Relief Society progressive dinner. I don't remember what day it was, I didn't go, but I got it done. Then I went home and slept.

I remember laying on my bathroom floor on the rug that Ben vacuums every Saturday morning as I'm lounging in bed. I remember at that point being grateful that I had a nice clean, soft rug to lay on. I spent a lot of time there. I had my cup of ice chips and my phone. And the toilet. And after every ice chip, I was glad I was within crawling distance of that toilet.

I remember not eating anything for a week and a half. Except for the ice chips that would then revisit me.

I remember going to the emergency room on Christmas Eve day and apologizing to Ben, feeling bad that we were dropping money for the ER knowing that we had just spent our funds on Christmas and now we had to drop more money on me. I didn't know then that we would be back in 12 hours.

Late on Christmas Eve I remember sitting on my bedroom floor being SO mad at Ben that I was wrapping all those "extra" presents that hadn't been seen under the tree yet and he was laying in bed fast asleep! Once that was done, I got in bed and said to him "I'm not wrapping my own presents!"

The next morning I got up and made the cinnamon rolls, courtesy of Pillsbury, that are the minimum required on Christmas morning. My parents and grandparents came over, the kids came running downstairs. And I laid in a puddle on the floor. Later at my parents house I sat in a puddle in a chair, slightly away from the group, so that I didn't get anyone else sick. And again later at my grandma's house I remember once again laying in a puddle in the corner. The big moment of that day was that I ate. And kept it down. Prime rib, mashed potatoes, and thick homemade chicken noodle, gravy style, no broth, hopefully you know what I mean. If you don't than you've really missed out and should come over to my grandma's house some time.

Then next day, we were supposed to go to Ben's parents house. I didn't. I don't remember that day AT ALL. I'm pretty sure I laid in bed, out cold, all day.

The next morning was the 27th. Ben took me into Urgent care. Once again, I remember that I couldn't even walk back to x-ray, they busted out the wheel chair. I remember hanging from the x-ray machine, it was only thing keeping me from going back to my favorite status as puddle on the floor. I remember the nurse telling me to calm down and breathe, and me thinking calm? I don't have enough energy to be anything but calm! I remember the EMTs coming in and thinking one was cute. I remember getting in the ambulance.

I don't remember getting to the hospital. it was only an 8 mile ride. In an ambulance. It couldn't have taken that long, but I was done.

Once I was at the hospital I remember Ben giving me a blessing. In it he said I would get worse before I got better. I remember asking if we could get a second opinion. Looking back I'm amazed at the faith that it took for him to be able to utter those words. I'm humbled that I could have a husband who could trust to Lord enough to know that those were that words he was meant to say.

It was true. I got SO much worse.

My family went through 12 days of torture. Not knowing where I was on a seemlessly endless slipping scale. Some times I would slip up, only to be followed by a gigantic slide down. There were surgeries. Lots of different drugs. Blood transfusions. And many questions and unknowns. there were happy moments and there were bad days. Really bad days.

I still ask Ben questions about when I was in the hospital. It is still emotional for us to talk about...

After that I don't remember anything until I woke up in the ICU, intubated, in pain, and scared. I had no idea what was going on. I saw my dad, my mom, and Ben. They were looking at me with those eyes that are worried, relieved, and happy all at the same time.

I remember where I thought I was. In Hawaii, at the airport, laying on the exposed aggregate with the ticket counter in front of me. I was trying to figure out how I had gotten to Hawaii and not remembered. Did my parents surprise us with a trip for Christmas? How could I have forgotten packing and getting there? I was so confused.

I remember the first thing I said. I looked at my mom and said "What happened to me?" Do you know how hard that is to do intubated? I knew something had gone wrong. It hurt to breathe. It hurt to move. But I had no clue. People kept coming to visit me. And I continued my "vacation".

After Hawaii I thought I was in Utah Valley Medical, which apparently is a real hospital, that I have now actually been to. Unfortunately, it was not a happy place for me for my "visit". The nurses were learning and driving me crazy. My bed had bizarre spider like features and I thought it was going to literally flip me out of it.

After that, the next stop on my trip was at some hospital in California. When a friend stopped by to visit me I thought it was weird and sweet that they would take time out of their Disney vacation to come see me in the hospital. There was a nurse who took the time to rid me of my extremely 80's ponytail on the top of my head and comb my hair and put in a new, more current, ponytail. I think her name was Jess. She left the next day to go skiing. No really, that part happened, the next day she went skiing so I didn't see her again. I really liked her.

Next came my favorite hospital. It was in a VERY small town in Oregon on the coast. I had a window in my room, I could see the grass and walkway leading to the hospital doors. And the beach. I could see the beach. The hospital was also a lighthouse. But they didn't have an ice machine. They had to go get ice from the coffee shop on the side of the hospital.

I remember Betsy sitting by my side the whole night that fist night that I was awake in the ICU. It was her job to stay awake with me so that Ben could get a night's sleep in the two chairs on the other side of the room. Not an easy feat for him considering that the nurses were coming in all night and the pumps administering my meds had alarms that went off frequently.

Side note-- after being in the ICU with pneumonia and an empyema getting out and googling what you had is a slightly intimidating thing to go through. Knowing what you survived and by what margins, is extremely humbling.

I also remember that night and how horrible it was. I didn't sleep. AT ALL. I was in pain, serious pain. They had put in some chest tubes while I was out. From some of my basic "research" typically chest tubes are made of flexible plastic tubing. Mine were copper. Hard, metal copper. No bending or flexing. It felt like I had rebar going through my body. It hurt to move. It hurt to be moved. It hurt to breathe.

I had a little button that I could push to give me a boost of pain meds. I could push it every 8 minutes. Do you know how long 8 minutes can last? Even with pain meds layered on pain meds, I couldn't think. Literally. Betsy helped through that night so much. There were times that I hurt so bad I forgot to breathe. The beauty of that being it didn't hurt as much when I wasn't breathing. I remember thinking that night that if I could just make it through that one night, then I could make it through the whole deal. There were times I questioned if I could make it through..... Fortunately I had Betsy there. And I'm assuming she would see my oxygen level dropping and then remind me I needed to breathe. I don't remember how many times she had to remind me to breathe, and to push the button.

I didn't sleep that night. I was supposed to. I think I may have nodded off for a few minutes, but not long enough to actually count as sleep. I didn't sleep for the next 48 hours. I spent the night hugging my two ice packs. And asking for more ice. For me to hug, and to chew on. Oh, and asking for more pain meds. I had to wait for the doctor to show up in the morning for that.

That morning when the doctor came in he said to me "I heard you got hit by a truck and the truck lost." My response was "That's not what it feels like." I told him how badly I hurt and he was the guy that made my day by adjusting my prescription. I still felt the pain, but it was slightly more bearable.

I had made it through the night. I was still miserable but for me it was a turning point.

The day seemed abnormally long. Like two days worth of time crammed into one LONG day. Eventually I was moved up out of the ICU to a shared room. More visitors, more chaos.

We had some members of the Bishopric stop by. While they were there Ben gave me another blessing. This one was much different than the last. I was medicated. I was in pain. I was anxious.

The following is one of the most special moments I've ever been through. It was amazing to experience at the moment, and even now I hold it dear to my heart.

The moment that Ben laid his hands on my head I saw in my head a small stained glass globe. I was inside it. The glass was shades of ivory that you couldn't see through. At first it was just a tiny little sphere, it seemed like a hollow marble. As Ben spoke the sphere started to grow. I could hear Ben but all around me all I saw was the gorgeous stained glass. Ben said that "through my faith, and the faith of others, I would be healed." That I would have no lingering effects from my illness. That I would be as I had been before. That I would be comforted. For the duration of the blessing I was overcome with a sense of peace. For the first time since waking up my head was clear. I had thoughts that weren't muddled by drugs. I wasn't "seeing" in big bold billboards every time I shut my eyes. Just the ivory sphere that continued to grow for the duration of the blessing. Not only did I feel peace, but I didn't feel pain or fear. I could breathe with ease. By the time the blessing was wrapping up the small ivory sphere had expanded to a huge cavernous space. The opaque, ivory, stained glass space was filled with warmth and light. It was a moment that I never want to forget.

Once the blessing ended, reality set back in. The nausea. The pain. The anxiety. But believe me, I held on to that beautiful experience. I still do. It is a wonderful memory to have.

Shortly after that I was moved to a private room. It had a great view. The landing pad for the medivac helicopter was outside my window. As they were rolling me into my room there was a copter taking off.

That night I slept for the first time since I had woken up in the ICU. Now I was on the recovery floor, on the mend. Finally getting better which was a huge relief for my family.

I had wonderful visitors. During that time I had amazing people bring me YUMMY food. Kalua pork, rice and mac salad. If that's not recovery food I don't know what is. I also learned that there were people that brought my family meals and love and comfort while I was "out of it". I am so grateful to all of the people who showed love and support for my family when I wasn't able to.

The time came when to remove my chest tubes. Let me just say, that I can be pretty tough but when it comes to literally yanking something from my body, I'd rather be unconscious. I wasn't that lucky this time. It wasn't as bad as I had worked it up to be, it was done pretty quickly, but I still freaked. Although I did have my daddy standing there holding my hand.

The next day I was released. 15 days of being in the hospital was enough for me. Even though I had only been aware of two days. My family was so excited for me to get out. I cried as Ben pulled the car up to the curb. Going home was an amazing experience!

Now to this year. Everyday for the past week I have been thinking about how I felt this time last year. About how I had no idea what was coming my way.

I think about how I am back to playing soccer, while I still can't run the whole field the whole game yet, I'm getting closer. And soon I wont be playing soccer for a while....

This year at Christmas, instead of of almost losing my life, I am building a whole new person inside me. We are going to have a new family member to love and cherish. Instead of scrambling to save a life we are preparing to welcome a brand new one to this world.

It really hits me hard. Almost daily. How things can make a 180. How even though things can make a seemingly instant turn for the worst, they can also go from horrible to glorious. That road may make be slower, it may be a steeper climb. But every step of the way is worth it.

In all reality, we were actually wanting a baby last year this time, and were frustrated that it hadn't happened yet. Knowing now what was to come it seems a blessing in disguise. There is no way that a tiny baby just starting to grow and be nourished would have survived through the hospital stay with me. But now that I have recovered I have a perspective I never would have had before. Not only me, but my whole family and many friends know how precious life is. I am truly blessed. To still be here. But also to have the opportunity to bring another life into this world. Another child to wrap my arms around and snuggle. To cherish.

Saturday, November 13, 2010

I'm baaack....

At least I'm pretty sure I'm back. I've been feeling immensely guilty and thinking to myself...I really should catch up with my blogging..... So here I go. It's been a long year. I guess it's probably easiest to start with the freshest stuff first. But I should have a wealth of things to share for a while so I guess there is an upside for taking forever to get back in the habit.

Ben, the kids, and my parents made a trip down to Florida for a little Disneyworld action for a week. Then we went on a Caribbean cruise. More about all that another time.....but the best part about the vacation...We brought home one of the best souvenirs ever!

Sometime in early July we are expecting a new member to join our family! Which is slightly crazy since Ty will be turning 9 the month after this new one shows up. Ben and I are officially crazy! We are starting ALL over again. But this time, we will have a built in sitter, or two :) The one and only down side.....we have NO baby stuff left over from the first two. But i guess that's where we really get to benefit from being LDS and the constant flow of babies in our ward....I already have a crib lined up from a friend of mine. Thanks Jenae!

So let me say that even though I had wanted a baby for years and years and years, after everything that our family went through with me being in the hospital I learned that I needed to appreciate what I already had. I was good with the two health happy kids running through our house. I WAS DONE. I had come to peace with no more babies for our house. Then Ben had to go and stir the pot. He brought up the idea. I wasn't sure about it. It took me a whole three days to jump on the bandwagon...

We are so excited! The baby is all I think about. Day in and day out. Names, stuff we need to get our hands on, and all the amazing things our family has to look forward too! Fortunately pregnancies are fairly kind to me. I don't get too sick, however the nine AM hour is not my best friend. And the indigestion has started. I'm six weeks along, so there's plenty of time for queasiness, exhaustion, and dizziness thrown in for a little fun. I don't make it till nine at night very often seeing as how my last alarm of the morning goes off dark and early at 5:00 and I start work at 6. Right now I live for the weekends and sleeping in, and if I get the chance a five hour nap in the middle of the day is SO nice!

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Drumming my fingers, twiddling my thumbs

I'm starting to go stir crazy. I think I might send Ben home and have him get my scrapbooking stuff. I'm ready to make a good mess. Paper scraps everywhere. At least I would feel like I was getting something done.

My dad asked me when I was going to go back to work. I told him as soon as him and Ben let me. I love that they are so protective of me. I have always thought of myself as a capable, strong woman, but it's very comforting to know that I have two stronger, opinionated men looking out for me. It was awesome watching the two of them grilling the doctors while I was in the hospital. I loved seeing my dad pull the doc to the side and ask questions and expect answers. If they didn't get their answer, they kept at it until they did. It made me feel so loved, but it also made me feel SO safe.

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Slacking or not?

Okay maybe it was a little of both.

For those of you who maybe aren't so local or haven't heard my body has been waging quite the battle against me. My mom started a blog when I got sick and the chronicles can be found here.

I was admitted to the hospital on the 27th of Dec.

Basically I got sick, tried to tough it out and ended up with double pneumonia which then turned into a gummy, gooey mess on one side. There were, ventilators, surgeries, tears, and prayers. Then I woke up from my sedation. It's a little fuzzy for me, some where around the 6th of January is where my memories actually start. So I really only know about the last five days of my hospital stay and the first couple of those I was still heavily drugged, and was having some very.....creative, yeah , that's the word, creative thoughts.

I'm getting a little better every day.

I got out of the hospital yesterday and am looking forward to recovery and getting back to normal life.

I miss running. I miss soccer.

I miss my muscle. It's gone, ALL gone. It's amazing how laying in a bed for 15 days completely destroys your body. I feel like this isn't even mine, some one switched it out with a weaker, less healthy version. Stairs SUCK.

I miss breathing deep, those lung muscles of mine are also missing. I guess it was the ventilator days on end there....

I've made it through the hard part. For a couple days they didn't know if I would actually survive. I guess at one point they told Ben to think of what he would want the kid's last memories of me to be. I feel horrible for that. I know I didn't wish myself sick, but I feel so bad that my family (husband, parents, brother, grandparents, friends) had to go through all of that. I don't remember a shred of it but I'm sure they will never forget.

Hopefully you will be hearing from me a little more frequently, I even have a few hospital pictures thanks to my dad, I'll work on getting those from him.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009


There are times when the human race completely lets me down. When I am brought to tears because of the heinous acts of others.

On Sunday, in a town near Seattle, four police officers were killed. Was it something flashy like a bank robbery, or possibly a drug bust gone awry? No. They were simply sitting in a coffee shop planning their work day, when a man walked in an started shooting the officers, no one else was targeted. The officers did their best to react, but all were lost there, trying to protect themselves and their community.

The person, or possibly better stated, the thing, that did this was injured in the onslaught but still escaped.

Of course there was a massive surge of help in the search, many police departments from around the area coming to defend their fallen sister and brothers.

This morning there was resolution. A police officer was making a "routine" traffic check. He discovered the car he was cecking was stolen and then spotted movement outside of the car. The shooter was there, shots were fired, the suspect was killed. He had one the guns from one of the slain officers with him.

Would I have loved to have seen him arrested and tried, Sure. Am I heart broken that it ended this way, Not at all. Do I feel like there has been justice, Yes.

Part of me is happy he didn't end up in prison. Cast in with deviants who would revere him for having been cold-blooded and heartless, for having harmed those who serve us daily and keep our towns safe. He may have ended up with the death sentence but he would have been a king among those who are confined to prison.

Friday, October 30, 2009

Bring On The Rain

Apparently the inner writer in me has been waiting for a little watering. It seems as soon as the rains came back so did the ideas. Most of you know that here in Washington we get our share of rain, and most of your share too. That's okay I'll take it. Without the rain we wouldn't have all of these amazing trees that I'm so in love with.
The other day we were riding along in the car. It was raining. And I happened to hear the kids. As I was listening I smiled, hearing them talk to each other always brings back memories of when I was a kid. Me and my little bro are 28 months apart--Mad and Ty are 22 months apart. It amazes me how often their conversations mimic the ones Jon and I had.
There was a pretty good rain going on, were zipping down the road, they kids were quietly chatting and laughing. As I started really listening I heard them involved in some competition. they were racing rain drops. As the beads of water gathered on the window they would each pick one, and then wait for it to start making it's journey across the pane, gathering momentum as it absorbs the other drops around them. Eventually the drops went faster and faster and finished their journey. Then the race would start all over.
I still find myself watching raindrops on the window, usually I do it while someone else is driving but every once in awhile I MIGHT get distracted while driving.

Monday, October 26, 2009

And I kept driving...

I left town last week. I had work in Spokane. It's about five hours away by car. I was looking forward to the drive. I had my iPod. I was going to rock whatever my heart desired, as loud as I wanted. It was going to be a good day.

Both of my kids were sick. My mom, who had broken both collar bones the week before was watching them for us. My dad had just left town for a work trip.

I went to the Seahawks game. They lost--BAD.

Then I hit the road.

Water bottle-check
Tunes cranked loud-check

On my way out of town I tried to call my Grandma to let her know that I had gotten started an hour earlier than I had thought I would.

I tried her house, no answer, slightly odd.....So I tried her cell, no answer, VERY weird.

An hour later I got a call from my Grandpa. He had taken my grandma to the emergency room. She was having severe pain in her abdomen, and she was puking. She had just had surgery the week before and he wanted to make sure everything was okay. I told him that Ty had woken up with a 104.5 degree temp. (they had been sharing a water bottle the day before) I asked him to let me know what was going on, keep me updated.

And I kept driving. In the opposite direction. Away from my sick kids, my broken mom, and my grandma who was in this horrible state of limbo.

Running through my head was-- This is what I do for my family. I work. This is my job and this is just what I have to do.

Every mile as I worried about my grandma it got harder and harder to keep the car heading east.

I finally called my mom, okay it seemed like forever but it was probably only a few minutes. But it had been long enough to get all sorts of things running through my head.

My mom hadn't heard about my grandma yet so I filled her in. I managed to get to the end of the story before I started crying. Then the thing that started the tears, I told my mom that the only reason I was still driving was because I KNEW she would call me if I needed to come home. I said a few times. I needed her to tell me it was okay to keep driving.

I drove, but I cried for miles and miles.

I'm very protective of my family, I hold them very close to my heart. Don't mess with my family.

I kept going. heading away from my family when all I really wanted to do was go home and scoop them all in to my arms, kids, mom , and grandma, and protect them. Comfort them. tell them everything was going to be okay.

This is what I do. I work. It takes me away from my family at the most inopportune times. Sometimes I hate that I work. Sometimes it the hardest thing I do. But it's what I do for my family.

I'm home now, my kids are healthy, my dad is back in town, my mom is still broken but mending, and my grandma--not sure what was wrong with her, but she is off an adventure in China right now.

Everyone survived the week that I was gone.

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

A "Got to Share!"

A little while ago Kami had this little treat on her Friday Favorites. I had to re-share it with all of you. Katie is truly inspired, fun loving, quirky, and one of the most creative people I've "met" in the bloggerhood. That, or she REALLY needs to share.

She makes me smile. And I think she makes the world a better place. A happier world. A joyful world. A place I want to be a part of. I just want to give her


I would love to stumble across some of her projects!

I would LOVE to have her take my picture! (although Tiffany is quite talented as well)

Apparently, I'm not the only one who does dishes this way!

Seriously folks, this is one that you don't want to miss out on. It will surely brighten your day!

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Two weeks ago.....again

So this two weeks ago is the week after last week's two weeks ago. If I would have started this last week it would have been titled "last week...." But now this two weeks ago is actually....

Dang , now I'm lost and confused....

Oh well, here it is. I guess if you have to be lost and confused Laguna Beach is the place to do it...

After a week of relaxing and a wedding I went a little further south. The best part, it was paid for and I got paid to be there. It was training for work.

The training was actually in Irvine, CA but I scored a sweet hotel right on the beach and it was so worth the whopping 15 minute drive.

The rooms aren't the largest things in the world. I stood at the corner of my bed and my hip touched the sink, but hey, I was right on the beach.

But there was the rooftop lounge. We hung out there lots. It was a great place to enjoy the sunset with an appetizer and your choice of refreshment. People may have been packed in like sardines but it sure was one happy tin of fish.

And the restaurant downstairs, WOW. So they serve "petite" sized portions. For petite prices. The best part, that means you can get portions of ALL the things that sound good on the menu. A $3 appetizer or three, shared between two people. A couple $10 entrees, and a $4 dessert. I was in Heaven. We ate there multiple times. It was GOOD! REALLY GOOD. If you and I were to roll in to town together I would take you there. My treat. Standing offer.

I had to sit in a classroom from 8-5 daily but as soon as we were out of class, happy bliss set in......There was the street to stroll down and shops and art galleries to stop and peek into. There were restaurants to discover. And there was the beach.

I played in the ocean. I raced the waves, dashing around the rocks. I ate some amazing food. I enjoyed the sunshine. I had a week, with no stress......

I watched this EVERY night--

On our last day we cruised on up to newport before heading to the airport and found my next house! There was this row of houses on a deep water channel with yacht after yacht tied up to a personal dock that led to patios, with amazing houses attached to the patios...these were not your standard bayliners, these were some NICE boats.

Someday....... Yeah, someday maybe I'll talk my Daddy into buying one.....House, boat, either on works for me.

Monday, August 31, 2009

Two weeks ago...

My family, Ben and the kids, along with the entire half of Ben's family--and once again, when I say Ben's family I mean the other half of MY family-- went down to the coast in Oregon for the wedding of Andy, Ben's twin, and Lindsay. Yea guys! Congrats!

But before the wedding came there was playing, and sleeping, and playing, and playing. Oh and shopping too.

Those are my dogs in the background. They did a GREAT job on the drive down. And they LOVED the beach. They ran and ran and ran and ran. And fetched and fetched and fetched and fetched. In the water and on the beach.

It all happened in Yachats, OR. Just south of Newport, OR. Don't ask me how you say it, I still don't think I have it down.... pretty sure its along the lines or "yaa-hots"

We flew kites, played in the sand, had fish and chips, and spent LOTS of time in a couple different glass blowing shops. We actually took a glass blowing lesson and the kids and I got to blow our own glass--Ben was off on a "Bachelor Day" so he missed out on the awesome fun. While Ben was off riding quads in the sand dunes and surfing, then off to a BBQ me and the kids picked out colors, put on safety glasses, and stepped in the "hot zone". The guy teaching us was amazing! He was so patient with the kids, he answered all of their questions. He let them get down and dirty putting the glass in the kiln and turning it. The kids got to help him roll in the color. Ty even got to use the big shears, pinching and twisting the hot mass, to put swirls in the glass. The guy even let Ty start blowing the glass, I got to finish it! It was one of the coolest things I've ever done. Right up there with skydiving. Really.

Madison did a great job of taking pictures, If I ever get them off my camera I'll have to share them with you.....

Then came the real reason for the trip........

The amazing union of Andy and Lindsay. Which actually happened at Heceta Head Lighthouse.

Congrats you two! I can't wait to see how cute your guy's kids are when they roll around!

Lindsay was beautiful, Andy was charming...It was a sunny, cool, chilly breeze kind of day. A gorgeous day on the Oregon coast. Pretty much picture perfect. Fairytale. A
great way to start a Happily Ever After.
Then the party started. There was food, there was cake, there was dancing. Really good food. Really good cake.
And I even had a dancing partner!!!!!!!!! (Ben only slow dances.) Me and Ty rocked the night away. Hopefully he dances with me for years to come.

And I got my once every 9-10 year dance with Ben. Okay, it's not that few or far between, but I pretty much have to wait for someone to get married. Ty couldn't resist the chance to grab some snuggle time with the two of us.

So Frustrating!

Why is it that I always think up the bestest posts ever while I'm no where near a computer to put it all down? How come I don't write this stuff down? For a while I had a notepad in my purse so I could write down ideas I had. I'm not the most organized person in the world. That didn't last very long.


I promise if I remember it later, I'll share.

By the way, I'm back. I know, I know, two weeks away. It was a long break but don't worry, it wasn't you, it was me.

Monday, August 17, 2009

Give away-not mine, but worthy

Kami has a giveaway going that was to scrumptious to pass up! Sam, I SO thought of you when I saw this one! 75 buck-a-roonies for Saaa-weet clothes. Hurry, you have till Monday the 24th at midnight.

C lick the pic to go check out the giveaway!

Going MIA

Okay, not that I haven't been already, but now I'm going to have a reason to be MIA.

I'm heading out for two weeks of Beaches.

Week 1:

Just down the road a bit along the central Oregon coast.

There will be a wedding.

There will be surfing.

Hopefully no sharks. No offense Tib, but free swimming with great whites MIGHT be a little much for me.

There will be fun.

There will be girl time. I'm bringing the glitter.

Week 2:

Then there will be training for work a little further south in Cali.

And more Beaches.

And more fun.

And I'm sure I will find an amazing restaurant or two!

Oh, and SHOPPING!!!!! Laguna Beach style. Maybe I'll be able to afford a ponytail holder or two..........maybe some gum..........Or I could splurge on a bottle of water.

there may even be a spontaneous post or two, no promises.

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

My life according to Nickelback

So I saw this one over at Tiburon's and thought it was way too much fun to resisit!

**Knowing that this is Nickelback, it should go without saying this is my censored version**

My Life According to...

Using only song names from ONE ARTIST, cleverly answer these questions. Try not to repeat a song title. It's a lot harder than you think! Repost as "my life according to (band name)"

Pick your Artist:

Describe yourself:
I’d Come For You

How do you feel:
Not Leaving Yet

Describe where you currently live:
Far Away

If you could go anywhere, where would you go:

Your favorite form of transportation:
Sea Groove

Your best friend:
Someone That You’re With

You and your best friend are:
Diggin’ This

What's the weather like:
Feelin’ Way Too Damn Good

Favorite time of day:
This Afternoon

If your life was a TV show, what would it be called:
Where Do I Hide

What is life to you:
Gotta Be Somebody

Your relationship:
Never Gonna Be Alone

Your fear:
Fight For All The Wrong Reasons

What is the best advice you have to give:
If Everyone Cared

Thought for the Day:
If Today Was Your Last Day

How I would like to die:
Old Enough

My soul's present condition:

My motto:
Learn The Hard Way

I knew they spoke too me. Who knew they spoke for me so well...

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

The Battle of the Oak

Last night on the menu for dinner:

Roast with gravy, from Costco

Baked Mac n' Cheese, from Target

Green Beans, picked 30 minutes prior form the garden and steamed

Then there was this boy:

And a table:

(this one is more along the lines of my *next* table)

And 3.5 hours!!!

The boy would not eat his green beans. He went back for seconds on meat. He wasn't full, just picky. That doesn't fly at my house. There were tears. There were pleas.

It didn't work.

He sat. Until the beans were gone.

It took him 5 minutes to eat those beans once I leaned against the wall and started the out loud mantra of "Put one in your mouth." "Put one in your mouth." "Put one in your mouth."

5 Minutes! After waiting for 3.5 hours!

Maybe we need to work on math skills.

(p.s. I so won.)