Don't know why but today of all days, I am excited to be tagged. Plus, I don't feel so dang tired any more. Oh and I may have gotten a mild concussion in church and that made me sick and dizzy, so I didn't workout Monday morning and....stop.
I am rambling. Here, there, everywhere. Breathe in, breathe out. What is it I am so excited about? What's that, your interest was far more piqued with my original intro? Go figure. I knew you loved me, but I didn't know it's because I make no sense and ramble constantly.
See, in church I subbed for the CTR 5 class. There's 7 of them and there's a couple of boys in that class, we'll call them Joe and Bob, that can get your goat like nothing else. I had to look behind me a few times on Sunday, just to get my goat to stand still and forget trying to get him to sit or lay down, he was supercharged and looking for a good head butting target. Joe and Bob are lucky I have worked so hard to control that goat of mine. So Joe was leaning as far over on his chair as possible, causing the back legs to come off the floor. I asked Bob all the live long day (or so it felt) to stop touching the folded tables against the wall for fear he would catch his fingers in between the tables. Joe is still leaning down as far as he can to get the chair to move and I watch in horror as Bob is about to catch his hand in between the afore mentioned tables. I am reaching over to help Bob, take my eyes off Joe and Joe comes FLAILING upwards, knocking his head smack into my brow bone. I caught my goat just in the nick of time. 2 more seconds and that goofy little laugh of his, while I am fighting tears of pain, would have been shamelessly smacked off his face by my goat (or my hand, couldn't really tell which one I really stopped in the end, it all happened so fast). It took every ounce of will-power not to cry. And this whole time, Joe is laughing hysterically, making the urge to pummel this 5 year old into the ground fiendishly hard to control. So that's where the mild concussion comes from. I felt sick and dizzy up until about 2 in the afternoon Monday. Don't worry, luckily, I am pretty sure this is the first one I have ever had, so I'll take it easy and lay off the football practice for, well, eternity. Who knows, I could have even imagined the concussion, just as an excuse not to go workout Monday morning.
So that brings us to the part where I don't feel so tired. Here's the silver lining with having your head whacked by a hard headed (in every sense of the word) 5 year old, you get to go right back to sleep and play catch up for all the lost sleep from the weekend and now I am feeling rested and ready to take on the day/week/month/year, whatever the case may be! Wha-whooooo!
Which brings us to while Alicia didn't mention my name in particular, she said everyone was tagged. Since I can still gain access to her blog...I figure that means I am tagged. And with all the extra sleep, pure giddiness is rushing over me and causing me to be exciting about being tagged. I am excited to go to work and even excited to cook dinner and fold clothes tonight. So Alicia's tag was to mention 6 unique/peculiar things about yourself:
1) When I count off things for working out, I count up until I get to the last 10 reps, then I count down. So what do I do if there's only 10? I count down. :) I know, what the heck?
2) I make the bed a certain way and if you try to make it another way, I will undo the whole bed and re-make it....I am hoping this will be something I DO NOT pass onto my kids. And yes, I made the bed this morning! WOW! I'm back.
3) I can re-arrange your living room in my head and if you want me to help you re-arrange it, nothing will get done until I have a to scale schematic with furniture cutouts to show you what I was thinking.
4) Even when I am flaming hot mad at Juan, I want to laugh and most times I do. I can never understand it afterwards, because I really thought I was beyond repair mad.
5) I like knowing a little something about most everything.
6) I won't go anywhere on Saturday without planning a route first. Really makes me seem crazy, doesn't it? :)
So got to get ready for work now! Thanks for listening luvs!
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Thursday, November 13, 2008
I don't think I made the bed in the last week....
I think my OCD is on vacation! I'm losing it! And I am sad and disappointed in myself. Aren't most people overjoyed to overcome a life-long and rather unhealthy obsession? Don't get me wrong, I still scrub the apartment from top to bottom every Saturday and keep things in their respective places, but lately I find myself dead tired at 8 pm and looking around for something to fall asleep in.
All my sleeping clothes seem to be my workout clothes now and well, I got tired of doing laundry every 2 days, so they are all in the hamper. And lately, stars alive, I have been sleeping in my underwear! Something I told myself I wouldn't do because you never know when there might be a fire and you have to get out fast and the last thing you need to worry about are firemen standing over you wondering what in the world you are sleeping in. I imagine myself looking incrediously back at them and saying something truly witty, "well it's a bed of course, haven't you seen one before?", but know in that moment it will be sheer terror trying to keep the g's covered and all wittiness will most likely fly out the door atop the clouds of smoke billowing forth from my apartment door and windows.
So back to the reason why the bed is not made....well I don't have a good reason, but lots of good excuses, which seem to be the only thing I have going for me some days after a truly harrowing workout session.
My first excuse is the standard you get from everyone: Well it's just going to be slept in again tonight, why bother?
The second: I don't have time.
The third (and this is the real one): I am so tired, I take my lunch break, take Daisy on a block walk (too tired to go any further),come straight back to the apartment, set my alarm for 45 minutes later, fall into bed and sleep blissfully until the wretched alarm is screeching in my ear with me thinking 10 more minutes is all I need.
What in the world is going on, you might ask? I am not sure. I go to sleep at 9ish and wake up at 5ish, so that's the recommended 8 hours, right? I am eating healthy (the chocolate Jerry brought to work doesn't count against me, right)...okay, so I will re-phrase that. I am eating healthier than I ever have in the last 2 years, so I should, by all accounts given, have more energy. And nope, I am not expecting. A baby anyway. I am expecting this stubborn belly fat to fall right off and in 2 months be back to looking insanely fabulous. FYI: Will be starting month two of the working out like a mad-dog and not much happening so far.
So, it's official. I am indeed getting older, my metabolism is slowing down and to prevent myself from become Holy Hannah Hip Girl, I am just going to have to do this. Working out and eating healthy, not so bad, it's the being tired that's got me in a slump.
So to all you moms out there, keeping even a passing semblence to normal, here's to you. You are officially my heroes. I don't know how you do it, but I give honor and respect to your labors. How in the world do you keep up with babies, school, cleaning, blogging, and all the Jones's in the world? Amazing.
God won't give us more than we can handle, but boy does he know what we don't like to handle. :)
All my sleeping clothes seem to be my workout clothes now and well, I got tired of doing laundry every 2 days, so they are all in the hamper. And lately, stars alive, I have been sleeping in my underwear! Something I told myself I wouldn't do because you never know when there might be a fire and you have to get out fast and the last thing you need to worry about are firemen standing over you wondering what in the world you are sleeping in. I imagine myself looking incrediously back at them and saying something truly witty, "well it's a bed of course, haven't you seen one before?", but know in that moment it will be sheer terror trying to keep the g's covered and all wittiness will most likely fly out the door atop the clouds of smoke billowing forth from my apartment door and windows.
So back to the reason why the bed is not made....well I don't have a good reason, but lots of good excuses, which seem to be the only thing I have going for me some days after a truly harrowing workout session.
My first excuse is the standard you get from everyone: Well it's just going to be slept in again tonight, why bother?
The second: I don't have time.
The third (and this is the real one): I am so tired, I take my lunch break, take Daisy on a block walk (too tired to go any further),come straight back to the apartment, set my alarm for 45 minutes later, fall into bed and sleep blissfully until the wretched alarm is screeching in my ear with me thinking 10 more minutes is all I need.
What in the world is going on, you might ask? I am not sure. I go to sleep at 9ish and wake up at 5ish, so that's the recommended 8 hours, right? I am eating healthy (the chocolate Jerry brought to work doesn't count against me, right)...okay, so I will re-phrase that. I am eating healthier than I ever have in the last 2 years, so I should, by all accounts given, have more energy. And nope, I am not expecting. A baby anyway. I am expecting this stubborn belly fat to fall right off and in 2 months be back to looking insanely fabulous. FYI: Will be starting month two of the working out like a mad-dog and not much happening so far.
So, it's official. I am indeed getting older, my metabolism is slowing down and to prevent myself from become Holy Hannah Hip Girl, I am just going to have to do this. Working out and eating healthy, not so bad, it's the being tired that's got me in a slump.
So to all you moms out there, keeping even a passing semblence to normal, here's to you. You are officially my heroes. I don't know how you do it, but I give honor and respect to your labors. How in the world do you keep up with babies, school, cleaning, blogging, and all the Jones's in the world? Amazing.
God won't give us more than we can handle, but boy does he know what we don't like to handle. :)
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Step 1: Tagged Step 2: Venting Session
Okay, lax again. Guilty!
No Couch Potatoes here, however. I can't remember the last time I was this tired. Maybe the 3 straight days awake for finals my junior year of college, but can't fathom any other time.
I now officially know why I gained so much weight over the last few years. It is so stinkin' easy to be fat and happy rather than healthy and happy. Of course, you're happy either way, but you have to plan meals (not just buy them! :) ), exercise like you mean it, and keep up with things like laundry b/c you now only own 2 pairs of workout pants you can fit into (oh yeah they are SUPER stretchy LOL). Then you have to keep up with real world stuff like work and bills. But don't neglect the dog, still look for a house, plan lessons/activities and keep up with friends too.
That's how I know I am not ready for kids. But always up for the practice. Wait that came out wrong. Up for the practice meaning watching/sitting/playing with other people's kids. That way, when you are tired, you get to hand them back and go home to take a nap with the dog. That's the best. You get your baby/kid fix and then you're gone. LOVERLY.
Oh right, Jackie tagged me.
FOURS:
4 Random things I love about my husband
1- His Dwight Schrute look
2- His Pimp Walk in the middle of a crowd
3- His teeth-they are perfect and he's never had braces!
4- His work ethic, values and courage
4 Jobs I've had
1- Babysitter for twin baby girls one summer from 7AM to 7PM
2- Sonic carhop- I converted Jackie and then she stayed for WAY longer than me!
3- Insurance sales
4- Insurance sales....I could go on and on with this one, it's been my job for the last 7 years :)
4 Movies I've watched more than once
1- My Fair Lady
2- GI Jane
3- Sleeping Beauty
4- Mary Poppins
4 TV shows I watch (I have to watch these online so it's hit and miss)
1- BONES
2- Prison Break
3- HGTV anything
4- TLC decorating shows
4 places I have been
1- Naples, Florida - SO FUN!
2- The Four Corners
3- Mexico
4- Good Ole "promised land" Utah
4 places I have lived
1- Raymondville, TX
2- Bryan, TX
3- College Station, TX
4- Provo, UT
4 of my favorite foods
1- Pita Pit's grilled chicken custom-made pita
2- Freebird's burritos
3- Frijoles de la Hoya- Mexican version of regular cooked pinto beans, but they taste so much better cooked in the glazed clay pots with just a pinch of salt.
4- Taquitos
4 places I would like to visit
1- Europe
2- The Carribean
3- GREECE!!!
4- Hawaii
4 people I tag:
1- No one
2- No one
3- No one
4- No one- I say stop the craziness! :)
Now for the venting session. Ugh! America, America, wherefore art thou America? Seriously, Obama as president? I don't have anything against the guy, but voting for someone just b/c they are "black" is not okay people! Especially when your "black" guy is 1/2 white, and only 1/4 black. What the heck?
Okay, now that my venting is over about that. I will support the President of the United States. I will be a honest, trustworthy and conservative American. I will do what is right and give my respect to the leader of our people. I may not agree with his decisions, but I understand it is the majority choice of the American people and know I voted with my freedom and liberty as an American and mine is not the popular choice. So I will go forward supporting the new president. I will work with others who do not share my views to help America stay strong and solvent. I want America to be her true self, one Nation under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.
No Couch Potatoes here, however. I can't remember the last time I was this tired. Maybe the 3 straight days awake for finals my junior year of college, but can't fathom any other time.
I now officially know why I gained so much weight over the last few years. It is so stinkin' easy to be fat and happy rather than healthy and happy. Of course, you're happy either way, but you have to plan meals (not just buy them! :) ), exercise like you mean it, and keep up with things like laundry b/c you now only own 2 pairs of workout pants you can fit into (oh yeah they are SUPER stretchy LOL). Then you have to keep up with real world stuff like work and bills. But don't neglect the dog, still look for a house, plan lessons/activities and keep up with friends too.
That's how I know I am not ready for kids. But always up for the practice. Wait that came out wrong. Up for the practice meaning watching/sitting/playing with other people's kids. That way, when you are tired, you get to hand them back and go home to take a nap with the dog. That's the best. You get your baby/kid fix and then you're gone. LOVERLY.
Oh right, Jackie tagged me.
FOURS:
4 Random things I love about my husband
1- His Dwight Schrute look
2- His Pimp Walk in the middle of a crowd
3- His teeth-they are perfect and he's never had braces!
4- His work ethic, values and courage
4 Jobs I've had
1- Babysitter for twin baby girls one summer from 7AM to 7PM
2- Sonic carhop- I converted Jackie and then she stayed for WAY longer than me!
3- Insurance sales
4- Insurance sales....I could go on and on with this one, it's been my job for the last 7 years :)
4 Movies I've watched more than once
1- My Fair Lady
2- GI Jane
3- Sleeping Beauty
4- Mary Poppins
4 TV shows I watch (I have to watch these online so it's hit and miss)
1- BONES
2- Prison Break
3- HGTV anything
4- TLC decorating shows
4 places I have been
1- Naples, Florida - SO FUN!
2- The Four Corners
3- Mexico
4- Good Ole "promised land" Utah
4 places I have lived
1- Raymondville, TX
2- Bryan, TX
3- College Station, TX
4- Provo, UT
4 of my favorite foods
1- Pita Pit's grilled chicken custom-made pita
2- Freebird's burritos
3- Frijoles de la Hoya- Mexican version of regular cooked pinto beans, but they taste so much better cooked in the glazed clay pots with just a pinch of salt.
4- Taquitos
4 places I would like to visit
1- Europe
2- The Carribean
3- GREECE!!!
4- Hawaii
4 people I tag:
1- No one
2- No one
3- No one
4- No one- I say stop the craziness! :)
Now for the venting session. Ugh! America, America, wherefore art thou America? Seriously, Obama as president? I don't have anything against the guy, but voting for someone just b/c they are "black" is not okay people! Especially when your "black" guy is 1/2 white, and only 1/4 black. What the heck?
Okay, now that my venting is over about that. I will support the President of the United States. I will be a honest, trustworthy and conservative American. I will do what is right and give my respect to the leader of our people. I may not agree with his decisions, but I understand it is the majority choice of the American people and know I voted with my freedom and liberty as an American and mine is not the popular choice. So I will go forward supporting the new president. I will work with others who do not share my views to help America stay strong and solvent. I want America to be her true self, one Nation under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
He had it coming, he had it coming....and you would have done the same....
You know when you have that feeling. You know the one. The gut wrenching, oh dear heavens how could it be, I feel so stinkin' sick feeling.
No, no babies yet. I am talking about the blog procrastination feeling. And I have it in a BAAAADDDD way.
We've been busy, don't get me wrong. But there is simply no excuse to leave my one poor follower of my blog high and dry. 'Most apologetic stare' here.
I feel like a blog virgin once again. What to say, what to mention, what's TMI, what's so and so going to think of me if I say that?
So here I am, at the ledge of blog journalist and blog junkie once again trying to decide, how much is too much and how little is too little?
How about I stop worrying about it and get on with a post? Why yes, that does have a ring of truth to it. Come on Dover, move your bloomin' a...
I feel like everything should have a theme song to it. Been watching a few musicals lately. Juan's been getting some extra sleep thanks to it too. Who can complain with benefits like that? I get my music and Juan gets sleep. He's kind enough to lay right there beside my and let me snuggle up to him while I watch the movie and he sleeps. What a catch! Early on, I would try to convince him watching the musicals was mandatory. I would laugh and then pause the movie b/c he wasn't laughing. What's this, you are sleeping? No, wake up, I want you to see this funny part. I would rewind and play the part again. He would say 'ha ha' and go back to sleep. Talk about piping mad. I would rag on him, nag him, and terrorize him to get him to wake back up and watch it again, because it's just so funny. He wasn't impressed. Kinda took the fun out of it, ya know? So I've learned to laugh on my own (it's really fun) and to be happy snuggled up against my sleeping catch of a husband, watching my musicals/broadway movies.
Here in Texas, things are a little crazy when it comes to football. We live, eat, and breathe all according to our football season schedules. Homecoming games in the high schools have a whirlwind tradition of "mums and garters". The Mum is a flower up top with streaming ribbons and attached trinkets flowing down the length of the girl. Traditionally, the mum is so heavy, you have to put yourself in an awkward position when taking pictures with your date, so you can hold the mum up with one hand, to keep it from ripping your dress right off you. These things are so heavy, after the pictures, you take it off and "coat" check it at the door, before going into the dance floor area. The girls make "garters" for their homecoming dates. I know...what's this? A boy wearing a garter? Supposedly, goes back to the tradition of taking off a girl's garter at prom and then the guy places it around their bicep for the remainder of prom. So the guys have these garters at homecoming that are usually heavier and crazier than the girls' mums, just in a shortened version. The garters get "coat" checked at the door too.
Why oh why did I just explain that to you? Well, I got to direct the making of a garter this past weekend and it was SOOOO fun. My friend and coworker's sister has homecoming the 18th of October and so we made the garter at my apartment. I will post pics later. I must say I am rather proud of my clothing clad little bears. One is a football player and the other is a drill team "rangerette". You'll see why I am so proud when you see them.
So no news is good news? No house just yet. Not that we've stopped looking or anything. We just haven't found "the one". Yes, I am a hopeless romantic. I truly believe we will find "the one" that suits our needs perfectly. So until we find it, we keep looking. With the mortgage scare going full force...we will probably find ourselves plopped down in the middle of a great deal too good to believe...at least I sure hope we will.
No babies on the horizon. "Why do we keep waiting?" "What's the deal?" "Why no babies yet?", these are the questions we keep hearing. I finally told one older lady..."Well, we are having so much fun practicing, we want to get it perfect before we try for kids". Talk about dead pan silence afterwards. Seriously? Seriously, stay out of people's kid making business. This is not to say I mind friends/family asking, cause that's a whole different scenario, I know these people and it's okay to talk about the intricate details of our lives, but a stranger you're meeting for the first time who hears you've been married for a year and decides to ask "Why no babies yet?", LITTLE BIT DIFFERENT.
Well, now that's off the chest...let's talk about busy! I just got called to be acheivement days leader for the girls 8-11. It's soooo exciting! I really think the girls I have will be great. They are all so smart and so talented. They each bring a very special talent to the group and need someone who can keep them busy. That's where I come in....I know I can keep these girls so busy they don't have time to think! I am sure they will teach me alot too! AND....I still get to teach my sunbeams for the time being. YAY! I love my little sunbeams.
Not too much else I have time for now....but my lone blog follower, I sure hope this satiates the thirst!
No, no babies yet. I am talking about the blog procrastination feeling. And I have it in a BAAAADDDD way.
We've been busy, don't get me wrong. But there is simply no excuse to leave my one poor follower of my blog high and dry. 'Most apologetic stare' here.
I feel like a blog virgin once again. What to say, what to mention, what's TMI, what's so and so going to think of me if I say that?
So here I am, at the ledge of blog journalist and blog junkie once again trying to decide, how much is too much and how little is too little?
How about I stop worrying about it and get on with a post? Why yes, that does have a ring of truth to it. Come on Dover, move your bloomin' a...
I feel like everything should have a theme song to it. Been watching a few musicals lately. Juan's been getting some extra sleep thanks to it too. Who can complain with benefits like that? I get my music and Juan gets sleep. He's kind enough to lay right there beside my and let me snuggle up to him while I watch the movie and he sleeps. What a catch! Early on, I would try to convince him watching the musicals was mandatory. I would laugh and then pause the movie b/c he wasn't laughing. What's this, you are sleeping? No, wake up, I want you to see this funny part. I would rewind and play the part again. He would say 'ha ha' and go back to sleep. Talk about piping mad. I would rag on him, nag him, and terrorize him to get him to wake back up and watch it again, because it's just so funny. He wasn't impressed. Kinda took the fun out of it, ya know? So I've learned to laugh on my own (it's really fun) and to be happy snuggled up against my sleeping catch of a husband, watching my musicals/broadway movies.
Here in Texas, things are a little crazy when it comes to football. We live, eat, and breathe all according to our football season schedules. Homecoming games in the high schools have a whirlwind tradition of "mums and garters". The Mum is a flower up top with streaming ribbons and attached trinkets flowing down the length of the girl. Traditionally, the mum is so heavy, you have to put yourself in an awkward position when taking pictures with your date, so you can hold the mum up with one hand, to keep it from ripping your dress right off you. These things are so heavy, after the pictures, you take it off and "coat" check it at the door, before going into the dance floor area. The girls make "garters" for their homecoming dates. I know...what's this? A boy wearing a garter? Supposedly, goes back to the tradition of taking off a girl's garter at prom and then the guy places it around their bicep for the remainder of prom. So the guys have these garters at homecoming that are usually heavier and crazier than the girls' mums, just in a shortened version. The garters get "coat" checked at the door too.
Why oh why did I just explain that to you? Well, I got to direct the making of a garter this past weekend and it was SOOOO fun. My friend and coworker's sister has homecoming the 18th of October and so we made the garter at my apartment. I will post pics later. I must say I am rather proud of my clothing clad little bears. One is a football player and the other is a drill team "rangerette". You'll see why I am so proud when you see them.
So no news is good news? No house just yet. Not that we've stopped looking or anything. We just haven't found "the one". Yes, I am a hopeless romantic. I truly believe we will find "the one" that suits our needs perfectly. So until we find it, we keep looking. With the mortgage scare going full force...we will probably find ourselves plopped down in the middle of a great deal too good to believe...at least I sure hope we will.
No babies on the horizon. "Why do we keep waiting?" "What's the deal?" "Why no babies yet?", these are the questions we keep hearing. I finally told one older lady..."Well, we are having so much fun practicing, we want to get it perfect before we try for kids". Talk about dead pan silence afterwards. Seriously? Seriously, stay out of people's kid making business. This is not to say I mind friends/family asking, cause that's a whole different scenario, I know these people and it's okay to talk about the intricate details of our lives, but a stranger you're meeting for the first time who hears you've been married for a year and decides to ask "Why no babies yet?", LITTLE BIT DIFFERENT.
Well, now that's off the chest...let's talk about busy! I just got called to be acheivement days leader for the girls 8-11. It's soooo exciting! I really think the girls I have will be great. They are all so smart and so talented. They each bring a very special talent to the group and need someone who can keep them busy. That's where I come in....I know I can keep these girls so busy they don't have time to think! I am sure they will teach me alot too! AND....I still get to teach my sunbeams for the time being. YAY! I love my little sunbeams.
Not too much else I have time for now....but my lone blog follower, I sure hope this satiates the thirst!
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Nope, no house yet...
Okay, we just found out the house we wanted to buy is on two different foundations. It doesn't scare me if the home was all on cylindrical pier and beam, but the back half was added sometime later says our inspector and it's on concrete pad and cinder block. I have seen too many issues come up with that type of foundation working insurance and maybe the house hasn't fallen yet, but we just don't want to take any chances.
Hopefully, the seller won't hate us for forever. We really feel bad, but had we known it was on two different foundations, we never would have signed the contract to begin with. Plus we would feel obligated to disclose that fact straightaway when we went to sell the home and I am sure I am not the only one it scares.
So we will be back on the search again in the near future. Keep an eagle eye out College Station 2nd Ward goers!
Hopefully, the seller won't hate us for forever. We really feel bad, but had we known it was on two different foundations, we never would have signed the contract to begin with. Plus we would feel obligated to disclose that fact straightaway when we went to sell the home and I am sure I am not the only one it scares.
So we will be back on the search again in the near future. Keep an eagle eye out College Station 2nd Ward goers!
Friday, July 18, 2008
Waiting for babies to arrive...
Juan's sisters, Celeste and Maria, are having baby boys very soon. Celeste has a 2 year old son named Exzavier and Maria has a four year old son named Isaiah. Celeste is due any hour now. Her new baby boy will be Ayden Kevin. Her due date is the 19th, but her doctor says she is ready to go....just waiting for Ayden to agree basically. Maria is due August 9th or 8th and it's a baby boy named Manuel Dalton.
Maybe I am excited or just bored. Can't put a label on it exactly. Since I don't have hours of homework or babies of my own to cater to I decided it was high time to do something creative. Uh-oh, messy kitchen is what that means. Don't you fret, I am spastic enough to clean as I go. And I organize my materials as I use them, yes, sadistic punishment when trying to complete a craft/creative idea. I wantonly imagined at one point in my life, having things organized and "just so" may be leading to lack of originality or a capping the creative juices.
I quickly hussied up my work space, spilling a few embellishments across the table, taking all my punches out of their slide out organizational systems, leaving all the markers on the table, rather than place them back to their rack after each use. I sat, I thought, I thought some more. Pressure, coming down on me, coming down on me... One hour later, I frantically corralled the embellishments back into their compartment, gathered my punches by incremental sizes and replaced them in their lonely bins, swiftly made sure each marker was in it's designated spot (yes, each marker has a spot of it's very own on the rack). Rapidly after, 4 scrapbook pages lay completed on the bar. Humph, here's to you whacked out OCD-ers. Whacked out OCD-ers! You may not always get the recognition you deserve... I get it, but nothing changes the fact we still need therapy for our addiction.
Oh the point of this post. I wanted to show you what I did with my spare time for the babies, Ayden and Manuel. I stole the idea from a Utah craft store for the most part, but hey, what's that they say about copy-catting being the highest form of flattery? Right, so here are the pictures. I made a diaper cake for Ayden (Celeste's baby boy) and a sock bouquet for Manuel (Maria's baby boy).
Anyway, I figure I should one day do something with all this creative energy, any ideas? GO easy on me, I am a newbie at asking for idea advice :).
Maybe I am excited or just bored. Can't put a label on it exactly. Since I don't have hours of homework or babies of my own to cater to I decided it was high time to do something creative. Uh-oh, messy kitchen is what that means. Don't you fret, I am spastic enough to clean as I go. And I organize my materials as I use them, yes, sadistic punishment when trying to complete a craft/creative idea. I wantonly imagined at one point in my life, having things organized and "just so" may be leading to lack of originality or a capping the creative juices.
I quickly hussied up my work space, spilling a few embellishments across the table, taking all my punches out of their slide out organizational systems, leaving all the markers on the table, rather than place them back to their rack after each use. I sat, I thought, I thought some more. Pressure, coming down on me, coming down on me... One hour later, I frantically corralled the embellishments back into their compartment, gathered my punches by incremental sizes and replaced them in their lonely bins, swiftly made sure each marker was in it's designated spot (yes, each marker has a spot of it's very own on the rack). Rapidly after, 4 scrapbook pages lay completed on the bar. Humph, here's to you whacked out OCD-ers. Whacked out OCD-ers! You may not always get the recognition you deserve... I get it, but nothing changes the fact we still need therapy for our addiction.
Oh the point of this post. I wanted to show you what I did with my spare time for the babies, Ayden and Manuel. I stole the idea from a Utah craft store for the most part, but hey, what's that they say about copy-catting being the highest form of flattery? Right, so here are the pictures. I made a diaper cake for Ayden (Celeste's baby boy) and a sock bouquet for Manuel (Maria's baby boy).
Anyway, I figure I should one day do something with all this creative energy, any ideas? GO easy on me, I am a newbie at asking for idea advice :).
Thursday, July 10, 2008
I am 25 going on 18, I'll take care of you...
So Alicia tagged me and I am going to do something I don't believe I have done before....respond. Wow, am I moving up in the blogger world or what? If anyone can find the lyrics to the song in The Sound of Music where Lisle is in the gazebo with her about-to-turn-Nazi stud, I sure would love you for forever :).
So here goes the I like talking about you, you, you usually, but occasionally I wanna talk about me....
I am: an amazing insurance sales representative, meticulously organized, and good with difficult people (even when all I want to do is punch them square in the face, you know who you are).
I know: a lot 'bout living and little 'bout love. Wait, really I know a whole lot about living. I am still alive, right?
I want: to know what it feels like to have a baby
I have: an addiction to watching the TV series Bones, don't eat while you watch.
I wish: at 11:11, 12:12, 1:11 and 3:33 for something good. I ALWAYS miss the others, funny huh?
I hate: it when people do mean things for no reason. Like shoot puppies because it's "funny" to hear them yelp. Or shake babies because they are crying.
I miss: the days of being a size 6 and thinking I was fat.
I fear: the end of the world as we know it is closer than we realize.
I feel: like singing/whistling all the time. It takes everything in me to fight it at work.
I hear: selectively. AND I do it without even trying now. How's that for talent mastery.
I smell: the dang nail salon fumes next door. And Jerry can't figure out why, when I have babies, don't just build a nursery in the back of the office? HMMMMM....I wonder.
I crave: steak every day, the aromas waft over me from Outback Steakhouse, as I walk home to my apartment.
I search: Crate and Barrel, Potterybarn, Williams Sonoma, Restoration Hardware, Bed Bath and Beyond and Pier One for a deal with a diligence level that would put a Navy SEAL to shame.
I wonder: why each little bird has a someone, to sing to, sweet things to...
I regret: nothing. I live in the present, learn from my past and plan for my future.
I love: Juan. Unconditionally and irrationally at times.
I care: enough to buy "green" bags for shopping and then forget to bring them with me, 8 times out of 10.
I always: clean the bathroom first, then the extra bedroom, our bedroom, the kitchen and last, the living room.
I am not: tired and I am tired of people asking me why. What an oxymoron statement, huh?
I believe: in the 13 articles of Faith. Even though one of them (11th?)says 'we claim.'
I dance: along with the princesses in Disney movies.
I sing: to Jefferson on the phone to get him to smile and sometimes talk to me
I don’t always: remember to be patient with others. I mean I should if they put up with me, huh?
I fight: to be a stronger, better person each day.
I write: flagrant stories loosely based on actual events.
I lose: my temper and my birth control is my prime suspect. Zero to sixty in 2.0 flat is NOT how you want your temper described.
I win: smiles from my Sunbeams when I have a really good object lesson for them.
I never: forget to thank people for their generosity. If you feel you have been forgotten, let me know, I promise to get you a thank you somehow!
I listen: to what people say and do it if I feel like it.
I am scared: I might one day be the crazy mom who won't let her kids get wet at a Fourth of July breakfast.
I need: more money but I know it's God's way of keeping me in check.
I am happy about: all the fun times we will have getting our first house all set up!
I tag: Jackie, Hillary, Lindy and Meg. And I don't expect anything! Only do it if you want to.
That was fun! I should do these tag thingies more often. Is thingies a word? Don't answer, it's rhetorical.
So here goes the I like talking about you, you, you usually, but occasionally I wanna talk about me....
I am: an amazing insurance sales representative, meticulously organized, and good with difficult people (even when all I want to do is punch them square in the face, you know who you are).
I know: a lot 'bout living and little 'bout love. Wait, really I know a whole lot about living. I am still alive, right?
I want: to know what it feels like to have a baby
I have: an addiction to watching the TV series Bones, don't eat while you watch.
I wish: at 11:11, 12:12, 1:11 and 3:33 for something good. I ALWAYS miss the others, funny huh?
I hate: it when people do mean things for no reason. Like shoot puppies because it's "funny" to hear them yelp. Or shake babies because they are crying.
I miss: the days of being a size 6 and thinking I was fat.
I fear: the end of the world as we know it is closer than we realize.
I feel: like singing/whistling all the time. It takes everything in me to fight it at work.
I hear: selectively. AND I do it without even trying now. How's that for talent mastery.
I smell: the dang nail salon fumes next door. And Jerry can't figure out why, when I have babies, don't just build a nursery in the back of the office? HMMMMM....I wonder.
I crave: steak every day, the aromas waft over me from Outback Steakhouse, as I walk home to my apartment.
I search: Crate and Barrel, Potterybarn, Williams Sonoma, Restoration Hardware, Bed Bath and Beyond and Pier One for a deal with a diligence level that would put a Navy SEAL to shame.
I wonder: why each little bird has a someone, to sing to, sweet things to...
I regret: nothing. I live in the present, learn from my past and plan for my future.
I love: Juan. Unconditionally and irrationally at times.
I care: enough to buy "green" bags for shopping and then forget to bring them with me, 8 times out of 10.
I always: clean the bathroom first, then the extra bedroom, our bedroom, the kitchen and last, the living room.
I am not: tired and I am tired of people asking me why. What an oxymoron statement, huh?
I believe: in the 13 articles of Faith. Even though one of them (11th?)says 'we claim.'
I dance: along with the princesses in Disney movies.
I sing: to Jefferson on the phone to get him to smile and sometimes talk to me
I don’t always: remember to be patient with others. I mean I should if they put up with me, huh?
I fight: to be a stronger, better person each day.
I write: flagrant stories loosely based on actual events.
I lose: my temper and my birth control is my prime suspect. Zero to sixty in 2.0 flat is NOT how you want your temper described.
I win: smiles from my Sunbeams when I have a really good object lesson for them.
I never: forget to thank people for their generosity. If you feel you have been forgotten, let me know, I promise to get you a thank you somehow!
I listen: to what people say and do it if I feel like it.
I am scared: I might one day be the crazy mom who won't let her kids get wet at a Fourth of July breakfast.
I need: more money but I know it's God's way of keeping me in check.
I am happy about: all the fun times we will have getting our first house all set up!
I tag: Jackie, Hillary, Lindy and Meg. And I don't expect anything! Only do it if you want to.
That was fun! I should do these tag thingies more often. Is thingies a word? Don't answer, it's rhetorical.
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
With A Little Bit O' Blooming Luck...
we'll have a house in all of about 4 weeks. YAY! How exciting. Juan is getting more comfortable with the idea the house will be ours and he is watching horrified as I schedule appointments to go look at the progress being made toward completion of the home and proceed to measure every window, every wall, every closet, nook and cranny. Literally. With a Stanley measuring tape.
Just in case, is the slogan of the month. You know, just in case, by happen-stance, I am walking around Bed Bath and Beyond, pull out my Stanley to survey just how well that vanity sink might fit into the bathroom. Just in case I happen to be in the same neighborhood as Pier One, with by best shopping buddy Laura, and they just happen to have their annual summer sale going on and that wonderfully cute 4 poster, ditressed white bed HAPPENS to be too good a deal to pass up. If I chance to come upon a Potterybarn or Restoration Hardware and their furniture or linen sales are going on, shouldn't I have measurements, just in case?
Be Prepared. You'd think with Juan being a former 11 year old Scout Leader, he would know these things. He tells me he does.
Juan: I think you might be abusing the Scout motto.
Kourtney: I am just trying to be prepared in any way possible for things that just
might go perfectly in the home.
Juan: I get the feeling if you would stop looking, you wouldn't need to carry a tape
measure in your purse.
Kourtney: You are acting like the only thing I use the tape measure is for house
stuff. I use it all the time for other things.
Juan: I'll give you 3 seconds to name one other thing.
Kourtney: Umm, my phone is ringing...I will tell you when I get off.
After an hour conversation with my mom on my phone.
Kourtney: Okay mom, I will talk to you later...Uh huh, love you too....kay
bye...bye....bye....ya I did that already....Mom, I will talk to you later,
kay?....I love you too...bye...bye...bye (OH, come on, you know you do it
too)
Juan: So what's that other thing you use the tape measure for?
Kourtney (very sheepishly): To make sure my subs from Subway are 6 inches?
Juan: Riiiight.
Okay, so he's right, he's caught me red-handed, standing in the kitchen, arm all the way to the elbow in the cookie jar, metephorically speaking. But what's an OCD like me to do, oh sorry Steven, a detailed oriented, meticulous person like me to do when I know we will most likely be setting up house in a few more weeks? Please tell me you understand my plea here?
Few things in life are free, but you can find FABULOUS deals all the time! So we have decided to go with Flagstone acid stained a sandstone color for the back patio. Very excited about getting that done ASAP when we move in. Guess I can show you a few other things I have been looking at for the just in case moments:
Office Ideas:
Outdoor ideas (I am a sucker for darkwood! and I will definitely do a different color, white is too much, even for me):
The dining table I am in love with, it comes with an extra leaf for more space:
And my favorite new obsession, beds, bedding and anything for the bedroom suite:
Also, if anyone has seen an ultimate organization system for everthing from pantry to bedroom, bathroom, living room, let me know....I will be forever grateful to have you share in my OCD with me!
Oh and here's a really cute picture of Juan and I before the big day, crazy it's been almost a year and a half now!!! Thanks again Meg for your photography expertise!
Just in case, is the slogan of the month. You know, just in case, by happen-stance, I am walking around Bed Bath and Beyond, pull out my Stanley to survey just how well that vanity sink might fit into the bathroom. Just in case I happen to be in the same neighborhood as Pier One, with by best shopping buddy Laura, and they just happen to have their annual summer sale going on and that wonderfully cute 4 poster, ditressed white bed HAPPENS to be too good a deal to pass up. If I chance to come upon a Potterybarn or Restoration Hardware and their furniture or linen sales are going on, shouldn't I have measurements, just in case?
Be Prepared. You'd think with Juan being a former 11 year old Scout Leader, he would know these things. He tells me he does.
Juan: I think you might be abusing the Scout motto.
Kourtney: I am just trying to be prepared in any way possible for things that just
might go perfectly in the home.
Juan: I get the feeling if you would stop looking, you wouldn't need to carry a tape
measure in your purse.
Kourtney: You are acting like the only thing I use the tape measure is for house
stuff. I use it all the time for other things.
Juan: I'll give you 3 seconds to name one other thing.
Kourtney: Umm, my phone is ringing...I will tell you when I get off.
After an hour conversation with my mom on my phone.
Kourtney: Okay mom, I will talk to you later...Uh huh, love you too....kay
bye...bye....bye....ya I did that already....Mom, I will talk to you later,
kay?....I love you too...bye...bye...bye (OH, come on, you know you do it
too)
Juan: So what's that other thing you use the tape measure for?
Kourtney (very sheepishly): To make sure my subs from Subway are 6 inches?
Juan: Riiiight.
Okay, so he's right, he's caught me red-handed, standing in the kitchen, arm all the way to the elbow in the cookie jar, metephorically speaking. But what's an OCD like me to do, oh sorry Steven, a detailed oriented, meticulous person like me to do when I know we will most likely be setting up house in a few more weeks? Please tell me you understand my plea here?
Few things in life are free, but you can find FABULOUS deals all the time! So we have decided to go with Flagstone acid stained a sandstone color for the back patio. Very excited about getting that done ASAP when we move in. Guess I can show you a few other things I have been looking at for the just in case moments:
Office Ideas:
Outdoor ideas (I am a sucker for darkwood! and I will definitely do a different color, white is too much, even for me):
The dining table I am in love with, it comes with an extra leaf for more space:
And my favorite new obsession, beds, bedding and anything for the bedroom suite:
Also, if anyone has seen an ultimate organization system for everthing from pantry to bedroom, bathroom, living room, let me know....I will be forever grateful to have you share in my OCD with me!
Oh and here's a really cute picture of Juan and I before the big day, crazy it's been almost a year and a half now!!! Thanks again Meg for your photography expertise!
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Inspired Moments
I have no idea how people know how many posts they have made, but Eash inspired me, for my posterity's sake. That and I think I got tagged a few times and never even made an effort :). Classic. Here goes Kourtney's Confessional:
1) I fall asleep in the shower while shaving my legs. All the time. And I have only cut myself once.
2)I think I have an OCD, but I play it off pretty well in society. Just tell people you have an OCD and wait to hear, "Oh, okay, I get it". Wait, am I really that bad? Really? Does saying it make people "understand" me? They have no idea.
3)I want a baby. And I mean now. But I think it's mostly because I feel like I want a nursery in the new house. That's not really a good reason to have a baby, is it? Plus, we are way unprepared for a baby. There's just no way. Not now, not soon even. Maybe in a year we can try, right? (Can you see the inner struggle here?)
4)Juan makes me laugh. And I mean, hysterically laugh. Just the other night we were laying in bed, whispering "sweet nothings"....ha ha, that's not my life. We were talking about work and how busy we were and he said something a funny way and we laughed about it for 15 minutes. My abs are so sore!
5)I am a sucker for competition. I don't try to let people know it motivates me.
6)I make unabashed fun of how Juan sometimes says sister (sees-ter)and we are comfortable enough with each other to laugh about it.
7)Juan likes it when I iron, cook, clean, workout, anything that makes me sweat. He says it's "hot".
8)Juan and I had our first "date" at his company picnic in the summer of 2001. He helped me pick out my swimsuit for the occasion.
9)One of our favorite movies to watch together is "Serendipity" with John Cusak and Kate Beckensale. Terribly cheesy, but it was our first kiss movie.
10)I have an unhealthy addiction to Cheerios with a teaspoon of brown sugar sprinkled on top.
11)I work for Allstate Insurance. Some people think it's an easy job, but it's challenging. I am writing a book about encounters with some less than appetizing customers. Completion date scheduled for when I stop working and have the time to finish a book.
12)I am a old movie fan. Especially musicals. I LOVE musicals.
13) I DO NOT like High School Musical. And I tried. Hard.
14) I have a dog named Daisy I treat more like a best friend than canine. And I swear she understands what I am talking about most the time.
15)I read Twilight, New Moon and Eclipse in 3 days. That's with working 9-6pm and preparing a primary lesson. I HEART Edward Cullen and I don't care who knows it. I am so NOT above a good romance novel. AND one without a few pages you have to tear out is a rare find, let alone three with another on the way!
16)Juan thinks this is a waste of time.
17) I agree, but again, I am inspired and OCD, I HAVE to do it!
18)My first car was a Mitsubishi Eclipse. I even paid my parents completely back for it. I thought I was so cool because it was a manual transmission and I could beat 75% of people revving their engines next to me off the crosswalk line. "Hot" chick, huh?
19)Juan started dating me because he thought I was ambitious, beautiful, organized and fun. Little did he know I was vaguely aware, wearing alot of makeup and a push up bra, OCD and hormonal. Really.
20)I can roll my tongue, twirl my tongue, create a wave with my tongue (sometimes) and tie a cherry stem with my tongue. AND I think it's all a lie. I wouldn't say I kiss better than the average princess.
21)Juan still gives me butterflies in my stomach. Especially when he surprises me.
22)I could eat steak everyday and not complain once. IF I have A1 every time. Yeah, it's that important.
23)If I had all the money in the world, I would be a mean, horrible miser. I am so glad God knows I can't handle it.
24)When I smell strong perfume, it makes me sick. Especially anything with satsuma in it.
25)I don't want to "talk" about it when I am mad. I want to vent and fume and plot out evil little plans of revenge for about a day. Then I am ready to talk.
26)I HATE it when Jerry (my boss) stands behind me and jingles his change in his pocket. And he knows, because I tell him every time he does it. I can handle the change jingling better than the standing behind me, but put them both together and I lose my cool.
27)My favorite color is red. Not an annoying bright red, but burgundy. Maybe it's better described as a blood red, after it's been oxidized for a few minutes, but not dry yet. Gross.
28)I am developing my Mom's "fear of talking about blood" disease. We had a doctor in the office talking about a surgery and I started to feel dizzy. I thought, "When's the last time I ate?", then, "Am I smelling something that's making me sick?". She stopped talking about the surgery for a few minutes and the feeling went away. Then when she brought up another procedure the surge of faintness returned. Hmmm, that's never happened before, I thought. Holy Hannah, I am getting dizzy typing this. Moving on...
29)If I could name other people's kids, I would. And generally speaking I would name them things like Micheal, Jon, Luke, Peter, Jacob, Jason, Thomas, Brian, Jane, Catherine, Deborah, Katie, you know anything but Apple, Coco, or anything related to food.
30)I love to scrapbook, but I am so OCD about it, I hardly ever do it anymore. What, it makes a mess in my apartment.
31)I don't care much for my nose. My mom keeps saying it is so "Roman-esque". Yeah, yeah, that makes me feel so much better.
32)I LOVE Greek mythology. Always have. I want so badly to take a trip to Greece.
33)I dream in color and nothing is fuzzy or hazy.
34)Juan dreams in black and white and everything has a haze across it.
35)I can talk in my sleep loud enough to wake me up. But then again, I don't sleep so well.
36)Once I had such a big crush on Joey McIntyre from New Kids on the Block that I demanded a "Joey" Ken doll. I then made Jesse get one for his birthday so I could have two to play with. SO sorry Jess!
37)I collect Willow Tree angels and I stole the idea from my Mom. I will only put a few out at a time though, because I don't want people to think I collect them! LOL
38)My best friends in no particular order are Juan, Mom, Jackie, Lindy (Lin-lee), Laura, Ashley, Hillary, Jake and Sarah. We all connect in a very unique way. In other words, they are about the only people who can put up with me.
39)Never feed me pickled okra. Never.
40)I can make chocolate chip cookies like no one's business.
41)When I grow up, I want to be a wedding/event planner.
42)There are days when yelling and throwing a little tantrum make me feel pretty dang good.
43)When I watch Sleeping Beauty, Cinderella, Snow White, Mulan, or any Princess movie, I dance along if I am watching alone. Just like a ballerina. And yes, even to this day. Luckily, I don't do much watching alone.
44)I like how spinach, green beans, peas, carrots, asparagus and squash taste before I cook them, yep I am a raw girl.
45)If I could outsource me, I would be a millionaire. We all would. I just work that hard. :)
46)When I iron, I get mad because I'm hot. I know, weird.
47)I am spoiled. In fact, I am spoiled rotten and my darling husband is sweet enough not to remind me.
48)I can usually get more by staying quiet. But for some reason my motor mouth can't keep itself shut. I talk my way into tickets, going to concerts I don't want to go to, party favors and general hysteria constantly.
49)I really LOVE teaching my Sunbeams in Primary. I love object lessons and prepare one for each Sunday. I am pretty sure the kids appreciate it, right? I am sure 3 year olds know just how long it takes to cut out 15 perfect little fish. But they are so cute and so fun, it's worth every second.
50)If I was smart, I mean a genius, I would try to figure out things like were the dinosaurs here after the earth was formed or were the bones just in the matter God used to make the earth? Also, how long does a star twinkle and are we really seeing stars that no longer exist?
51)I let stupid things people do bother me at an unhealthy level.
52)I like to think I have everything under control. It makes me feel good.
53)When I was little, I would kiss frogs and store them in my play barn. My mom was not too thrilled about either.
54)I would tape Jackie (my sister) to the floor when she was a baby. I would also put her into the bookshelf, cover the space with a hanging blanket and tell her she couldn't move while I would read a book in the shelf below her. Her patience has always amazed me.
55)I am so opinionated, it hurts.
56)I have blue eyes and a little auburn in my "real" hair color. Thanks Grandpa Hansen! It's beautiful.
57)I have freckles and I really did try to get rid of them by rubbing lime juice on myself every night before I went to bed. That only lasted for a while. We ran out of lime juice and Mom refused to buy more. She switched to real limes, much bigger hassle, so I gave up. I don't know if she even knows I tried to get rid of them.
58)For a talent show once, I didn't want to do a step in my Mom's choreography and was being really obnoxious and disrespectful and she spanked me in front of my friends. That took a while to get over. I was about 11.
59)I got my Mom's blood a-pumping growing up. I can still remember running away from her wooden spoon (only happened once), her grabbing my hair and pulling me to watch her erase dollars from my "dollar tracker", and fighting tooth and nail because I didn't want to do what I was supposed to. And I love her more because we went through those tough times together. I think I may be the only kid who ever got my mom to cuss. Quite the accomplishment, huh?
60)I fight dirty. And I always hurt myself doing it.
61)I used to burn ants with a magnifying glass when I was little.
62)I can talk to my friends for hours. I can sit in silence with my friends for hours too and not feel weird at all.
63)I love blog stalking.
64)I keep dirty pots and pans in the dishwasher if company is coming over and I know I won't have a chance to clean up after dinner. I wash and dry them the second they are out the door.
65)I love playing tag with Daisy. I really think she gets it.
66)I could watch HGTV and TLC TV shows indefinitely.
67)I can generally reorganize a person's entire living room setup within 15 seconds of sitting on their couch. Visually, anyway. Not that there is anything wrong with any one's set up, it's just something I do, even to my own living room.
68)I wake up 3-4 times a night. Twice for a Daisy potty break and once or twice for no reason what-so-ever.
69)I DESPISE scary movies.
70)I am a Adam Sandler fan. And I am not sure why. Some of his movies are not the best, morally speaking.
71)I make up little songs and diddys to remember things. Especially when I was in college.
72)Juan wants to own an old pickup truck he can "trick" out one day.
73)I promised Juan a huge flat-screen TV if I could just get this house I wanted. And he loves me enough to let me, even with his reservations.
74)Talking about myself is funner than I thought it would be. Who am I kidding, I love to talk. About anyone, anything, myself included.
75)Juan loves live concerts.
76)Juan is a Metallica fan. And I never suspected until he bought concert tickets one day.
77) My favorite band is Nickelback.
78) Juan's favorite band is Linkin Park.
79) We both love classical music and that was very surprising to me.
80) Juan would like to take piano lessons.
81) I would have gladly let him have mine.
82)I drink Dr Pepper and try to hide it from my Mom. 5 days strong, Mom. SO sorry you had to find out here.
83)Juan sneezes so loud it never fails to scare me. It's pretty funny. He sneezes, I let out a whelp, he sneezes 4 more times before he's done and then usually laughs at me while he rubs his nose obnoxiously loud.
84)If there were no rules against it, rules of physicality, that is, I would want to be a dolphin, just for a day.
85)I always wanted to be a marine biologist growing up and then I realized, swimming is not my favorite.
86)Then I wanted to be a vet and I realized dogs and cats can be mean when they are sick. Not to mention, they don't make much money after all that schooling.
87)I will have to come up with something else I want to be when I grow up.
88)I make lists. Compulsively.
89) At any given moment, I have band-aids, lotion, make up, double-sided tape, hand sanitizer, Kleenex, sewing kit, rubber bands, paper clips, my card, tide to go... well you get the idea...in my purse. It's huge. I think it weighs about 15 pounds. Seriously.
90)I worry. And I do things like get safe deposit boxes at banks for all our "valuable" documentation with copies in a safe place at home because I feel it will better prepare my survivors when I die.
91) I am over insured and still thinking about my next insurance plan to purchase.
92)I like looking through magazines, especially Potterybarn and Williams Sonoma. I will even take my magazines with me when I am going over to a friend's house to look at.
93)I can whistle really well. Uncannily well.
94)I think out loud too often.
95)I should have kept some of these things to myself, but what can I say, motor mouth?
96)I usually choose the "safe" option, until I make it to the front of the line and then I change my mind in a split second and end up with a chilli-dog I really didn't want.
97)I spend cash like a rapper in a Bentley dealership. Checkbooks and debit cards make me infinitely more responsible.
98)I go around to apartment complexes and collect Bed Bath and Beyond coupons from the mail trashcan. You never know when you might need twenty or so of those bad boys.
99)If there is a solid wood table in a dumpster, I will jump in without a second thought to retrieve it and it's four legs. Yes, even with my OCD looming large.
100) I don't know how to stop when I get started doing something. I make time for it, even as it encroaches upon things like dinner time or appointments to be kept. Tsk! Tsk! As I go to bed after two hours of my poor husband asking when I will be coming to bed.
1) I fall asleep in the shower while shaving my legs. All the time. And I have only cut myself once.
2)I think I have an OCD, but I play it off pretty well in society. Just tell people you have an OCD and wait to hear, "Oh, okay, I get it". Wait, am I really that bad? Really? Does saying it make people "understand" me? They have no idea.
3)I want a baby. And I mean now. But I think it's mostly because I feel like I want a nursery in the new house. That's not really a good reason to have a baby, is it? Plus, we are way unprepared for a baby. There's just no way. Not now, not soon even. Maybe in a year we can try, right? (Can you see the inner struggle here?)
4)Juan makes me laugh. And I mean, hysterically laugh. Just the other night we were laying in bed, whispering "sweet nothings"....ha ha, that's not my life. We were talking about work and how busy we were and he said something a funny way and we laughed about it for 15 minutes. My abs are so sore!
5)I am a sucker for competition. I don't try to let people know it motivates me.
6)I make unabashed fun of how Juan sometimes says sister (sees-ter)and we are comfortable enough with each other to laugh about it.
7)Juan likes it when I iron, cook, clean, workout, anything that makes me sweat. He says it's "hot".
8)Juan and I had our first "date" at his company picnic in the summer of 2001. He helped me pick out my swimsuit for the occasion.
9)One of our favorite movies to watch together is "Serendipity" with John Cusak and Kate Beckensale. Terribly cheesy, but it was our first kiss movie.
10)I have an unhealthy addiction to Cheerios with a teaspoon of brown sugar sprinkled on top.
11)I work for Allstate Insurance. Some people think it's an easy job, but it's challenging. I am writing a book about encounters with some less than appetizing customers. Completion date scheduled for when I stop working and have the time to finish a book.
12)I am a old movie fan. Especially musicals. I LOVE musicals.
13) I DO NOT like High School Musical. And I tried. Hard.
14) I have a dog named Daisy I treat more like a best friend than canine. And I swear she understands what I am talking about most the time.
15)I read Twilight, New Moon and Eclipse in 3 days. That's with working 9-6pm and preparing a primary lesson. I HEART Edward Cullen and I don't care who knows it. I am so NOT above a good romance novel. AND one without a few pages you have to tear out is a rare find, let alone three with another on the way!
16)Juan thinks this is a waste of time.
17) I agree, but again, I am inspired and OCD, I HAVE to do it!
18)My first car was a Mitsubishi Eclipse. I even paid my parents completely back for it. I thought I was so cool because it was a manual transmission and I could beat 75% of people revving their engines next to me off the crosswalk line. "Hot" chick, huh?
19)Juan started dating me because he thought I was ambitious, beautiful, organized and fun. Little did he know I was vaguely aware, wearing alot of makeup and a push up bra, OCD and hormonal. Really.
20)I can roll my tongue, twirl my tongue, create a wave with my tongue (sometimes) and tie a cherry stem with my tongue. AND I think it's all a lie. I wouldn't say I kiss better than the average princess.
21)Juan still gives me butterflies in my stomach. Especially when he surprises me.
22)I could eat steak everyday and not complain once. IF I have A1 every time. Yeah, it's that important.
23)If I had all the money in the world, I would be a mean, horrible miser. I am so glad God knows I can't handle it.
24)When I smell strong perfume, it makes me sick. Especially anything with satsuma in it.
25)I don't want to "talk" about it when I am mad. I want to vent and fume and plot out evil little plans of revenge for about a day. Then I am ready to talk.
26)I HATE it when Jerry (my boss) stands behind me and jingles his change in his pocket. And he knows, because I tell him every time he does it. I can handle the change jingling better than the standing behind me, but put them both together and I lose my cool.
27)My favorite color is red. Not an annoying bright red, but burgundy. Maybe it's better described as a blood red, after it's been oxidized for a few minutes, but not dry yet. Gross.
28)I am developing my Mom's "fear of talking about blood" disease. We had a doctor in the office talking about a surgery and I started to feel dizzy. I thought, "When's the last time I ate?", then, "Am I smelling something that's making me sick?". She stopped talking about the surgery for a few minutes and the feeling went away. Then when she brought up another procedure the surge of faintness returned. Hmmm, that's never happened before, I thought. Holy Hannah, I am getting dizzy typing this. Moving on...
29)If I could name other people's kids, I would. And generally speaking I would name them things like Micheal, Jon, Luke, Peter, Jacob, Jason, Thomas, Brian, Jane, Catherine, Deborah, Katie, you know anything but Apple, Coco, or anything related to food.
30)I love to scrapbook, but I am so OCD about it, I hardly ever do it anymore. What, it makes a mess in my apartment.
31)I don't care much for my nose. My mom keeps saying it is so "Roman-esque". Yeah, yeah, that makes me feel so much better.
32)I LOVE Greek mythology. Always have. I want so badly to take a trip to Greece.
33)I dream in color and nothing is fuzzy or hazy.
34)Juan dreams in black and white and everything has a haze across it.
35)I can talk in my sleep loud enough to wake me up. But then again, I don't sleep so well.
36)Once I had such a big crush on Joey McIntyre from New Kids on the Block that I demanded a "Joey" Ken doll. I then made Jesse get one for his birthday so I could have two to play with. SO sorry Jess!
37)I collect Willow Tree angels and I stole the idea from my Mom. I will only put a few out at a time though, because I don't want people to think I collect them! LOL
38)My best friends in no particular order are Juan, Mom, Jackie, Lindy (Lin-lee), Laura, Ashley, Hillary, Jake and Sarah. We all connect in a very unique way. In other words, they are about the only people who can put up with me.
39)Never feed me pickled okra. Never.
40)I can make chocolate chip cookies like no one's business.
41)When I grow up, I want to be a wedding/event planner.
42)There are days when yelling and throwing a little tantrum make me feel pretty dang good.
43)When I watch Sleeping Beauty, Cinderella, Snow White, Mulan, or any Princess movie, I dance along if I am watching alone. Just like a ballerina. And yes, even to this day. Luckily, I don't do much watching alone.
44)I like how spinach, green beans, peas, carrots, asparagus and squash taste before I cook them, yep I am a raw girl.
45)If I could outsource me, I would be a millionaire. We all would. I just work that hard. :)
46)When I iron, I get mad because I'm hot. I know, weird.
47)I am spoiled. In fact, I am spoiled rotten and my darling husband is sweet enough not to remind me.
48)I can usually get more by staying quiet. But for some reason my motor mouth can't keep itself shut. I talk my way into tickets, going to concerts I don't want to go to, party favors and general hysteria constantly.
49)I really LOVE teaching my Sunbeams in Primary. I love object lessons and prepare one for each Sunday. I am pretty sure the kids appreciate it, right? I am sure 3 year olds know just how long it takes to cut out 15 perfect little fish. But they are so cute and so fun, it's worth every second.
50)If I was smart, I mean a genius, I would try to figure out things like were the dinosaurs here after the earth was formed or were the bones just in the matter God used to make the earth? Also, how long does a star twinkle and are we really seeing stars that no longer exist?
51)I let stupid things people do bother me at an unhealthy level.
52)I like to think I have everything under control. It makes me feel good.
53)When I was little, I would kiss frogs and store them in my play barn. My mom was not too thrilled about either.
54)I would tape Jackie (my sister) to the floor when she was a baby. I would also put her into the bookshelf, cover the space with a hanging blanket and tell her she couldn't move while I would read a book in the shelf below her. Her patience has always amazed me.
55)I am so opinionated, it hurts.
56)I have blue eyes and a little auburn in my "real" hair color. Thanks Grandpa Hansen! It's beautiful.
57)I have freckles and I really did try to get rid of them by rubbing lime juice on myself every night before I went to bed. That only lasted for a while. We ran out of lime juice and Mom refused to buy more. She switched to real limes, much bigger hassle, so I gave up. I don't know if she even knows I tried to get rid of them.
58)For a talent show once, I didn't want to do a step in my Mom's choreography and was being really obnoxious and disrespectful and she spanked me in front of my friends. That took a while to get over. I was about 11.
59)I got my Mom's blood a-pumping growing up. I can still remember running away from her wooden spoon (only happened once), her grabbing my hair and pulling me to watch her erase dollars from my "dollar tracker", and fighting tooth and nail because I didn't want to do what I was supposed to. And I love her more because we went through those tough times together. I think I may be the only kid who ever got my mom to cuss. Quite the accomplishment, huh?
60)I fight dirty. And I always hurt myself doing it.
61)I used to burn ants with a magnifying glass when I was little.
62)I can talk to my friends for hours. I can sit in silence with my friends for hours too and not feel weird at all.
63)I love blog stalking.
64)I keep dirty pots and pans in the dishwasher if company is coming over and I know I won't have a chance to clean up after dinner. I wash and dry them the second they are out the door.
65)I love playing tag with Daisy. I really think she gets it.
66)I could watch HGTV and TLC TV shows indefinitely.
67)I can generally reorganize a person's entire living room setup within 15 seconds of sitting on their couch. Visually, anyway. Not that there is anything wrong with any one's set up, it's just something I do, even to my own living room.
68)I wake up 3-4 times a night. Twice for a Daisy potty break and once or twice for no reason what-so-ever.
69)I DESPISE scary movies.
70)I am a Adam Sandler fan. And I am not sure why. Some of his movies are not the best, morally speaking.
71)I make up little songs and diddys to remember things. Especially when I was in college.
72)Juan wants to own an old pickup truck he can "trick" out one day.
73)I promised Juan a huge flat-screen TV if I could just get this house I wanted. And he loves me enough to let me, even with his reservations.
74)Talking about myself is funner than I thought it would be. Who am I kidding, I love to talk. About anyone, anything, myself included.
75)Juan loves live concerts.
76)Juan is a Metallica fan. And I never suspected until he bought concert tickets one day.
77) My favorite band is Nickelback.
78) Juan's favorite band is Linkin Park.
79) We both love classical music and that was very surprising to me.
80) Juan would like to take piano lessons.
81) I would have gladly let him have mine.
82)I drink Dr Pepper and try to hide it from my Mom. 5 days strong, Mom. SO sorry you had to find out here.
83)Juan sneezes so loud it never fails to scare me. It's pretty funny. He sneezes, I let out a whelp, he sneezes 4 more times before he's done and then usually laughs at me while he rubs his nose obnoxiously loud.
84)If there were no rules against it, rules of physicality, that is, I would want to be a dolphin, just for a day.
85)I always wanted to be a marine biologist growing up and then I realized, swimming is not my favorite.
86)Then I wanted to be a vet and I realized dogs and cats can be mean when they are sick. Not to mention, they don't make much money after all that schooling.
87)I will have to come up with something else I want to be when I grow up.
88)I make lists. Compulsively.
89) At any given moment, I have band-aids, lotion, make up, double-sided tape, hand sanitizer, Kleenex, sewing kit, rubber bands, paper clips, my card, tide to go... well you get the idea...in my purse. It's huge. I think it weighs about 15 pounds. Seriously.
90)I worry. And I do things like get safe deposit boxes at banks for all our "valuable" documentation with copies in a safe place at home because I feel it will better prepare my survivors when I die.
91) I am over insured and still thinking about my next insurance plan to purchase.
92)I like looking through magazines, especially Potterybarn and Williams Sonoma. I will even take my magazines with me when I am going over to a friend's house to look at.
93)I can whistle really well. Uncannily well.
94)I think out loud too often.
95)I should have kept some of these things to myself, but what can I say, motor mouth?
96)I usually choose the "safe" option, until I make it to the front of the line and then I change my mind in a split second and end up with a chilli-dog I really didn't want.
97)I spend cash like a rapper in a Bentley dealership. Checkbooks and debit cards make me infinitely more responsible.
98)I go around to apartment complexes and collect Bed Bath and Beyond coupons from the mail trashcan. You never know when you might need twenty or so of those bad boys.
99)If there is a solid wood table in a dumpster, I will jump in without a second thought to retrieve it and it's four legs. Yes, even with my OCD looming large.
100) I don't know how to stop when I get started doing something. I make time for it, even as it encroaches upon things like dinner time or appointments to be kept. Tsk! Tsk! As I go to bed after two hours of my poor husband asking when I will be coming to bed.
Friday, June 6, 2008
It's that time again...
Ready? I will not terrorize, melt into self loathing sarcasm or berate myself in general for not blogging recently. We simply MUST go on ;).
We have come so far. Applications have been completed, contracts officially accepted and are one week away from ordering an inspection for our new home! July 28th sounds so far away, but it's really just a matter of 7 weeks. So much time, so little to do. Stop, reverse that.
We have big plans and I do believe I will enlist your help.
Do we go with Flagstone or more traditional pavers (which we will be able to do ourselves)?
The Flagstone look
The Paver look
We are just so excited. All the remodeling should be complete by Monday! YAY! That means one step closer to making this house a home.
Here are some of the things we have been thinking about looking into:
Swedish wooden reinforced shelving from Williams Sonoma for our storage space off the kitchen...good news, we probably won't have to get the wine rack!
The Palladion Collection from Restoration Hardware...great media center, yes?
The Hudson Collection from Potterybarn...I know, they look almost the same...but I just can't decide...which would you choose? (They are the same price.)
Decisions, decisions....too bad we can't really buy any of this until we save up a little first.
But remember, by small and simple things are great things brought to pass...funny how that applies even to things like saving up to make a fun purchase!
Gotta run, but keep me posted on all your opinions...I know a few people who are very good at that ;) Love you all!
We have come so far. Applications have been completed, contracts officially accepted and are one week away from ordering an inspection for our new home! July 28th sounds so far away, but it's really just a matter of 7 weeks. So much time, so little to do. Stop, reverse that.
We have big plans and I do believe I will enlist your help.
Do we go with Flagstone or more traditional pavers (which we will be able to do ourselves)?
The Flagstone look
The Paver look
We are just so excited. All the remodeling should be complete by Monday! YAY! That means one step closer to making this house a home.
Here are some of the things we have been thinking about looking into:
Swedish wooden reinforced shelving from Williams Sonoma for our storage space off the kitchen...good news, we probably won't have to get the wine rack!
The Palladion Collection from Restoration Hardware...great media center, yes?
The Hudson Collection from Potterybarn...I know, they look almost the same...but I just can't decide...which would you choose? (They are the same price.)
Decisions, decisions....too bad we can't really buy any of this until we save up a little first.
But remember, by small and simple things are great things brought to pass...funny how that applies even to things like saving up to make a fun purchase!
Gotta run, but keep me posted on all your opinions...I know a few people who are very good at that ;) Love you all!
Friday, May 9, 2008
What you have to know, what you can pretend to know and how you figure out you know nothing at all...
So after having incredibly horrible dreams about closing not going through on our little bungalow of love, I realize you must simply put your trust in the Lord and hope for the best.
I really want to take time to thank the people who helped this home buying experience happen! Thanks to our parents for telling us constantly we are throwing our money away on rent (it's true, you know), thanks to Dory and Jerry for keeping us employed and allowing us the opportunity to make an offer on this house, thanks to our realtor (who didn't find this one for us since it's a for sale by owner) who gave us HUGE tips along the way and thank the Heavens above we were able to make the offer! I think it took a little courage, especially for Juan who I believe feels we are moving a little fast on the home buying track.
We are just so happy we get to move in about two months. Funny how fate works, the screaming kid at 3:30 in the morning, well, he still cries at the top of his lungs, but after hearing his parents go at each other's throats all hours I am home, allows me to feel sorry for him (the kid that is) and now the screaming doesn't irk me the way it did before. Sure they still make LOUD noises, but I just hope the kid finds everyday little things to keep him going since his parents sound like they could use an intervention. In other words, I am starting to miss the nuances of apt. living. I am sure that will wear off in about a day or two ;).
Oh and scroll down to the first post we made on the pictures, don't just start with the kitchen pictures post, and you do have to read to catch some of the highlights of our closing (the when, but I can type it again, July 31st!!:) )
Thanks to everyone who kept an eye out for us....keep it up....just in case, you know?
I really want to take time to thank the people who helped this home buying experience happen! Thanks to our parents for telling us constantly we are throwing our money away on rent (it's true, you know), thanks to Dory and Jerry for keeping us employed and allowing us the opportunity to make an offer on this house, thanks to our realtor (who didn't find this one for us since it's a for sale by owner) who gave us HUGE tips along the way and thank the Heavens above we were able to make the offer! I think it took a little courage, especially for Juan who I believe feels we are moving a little fast on the home buying track.
We are just so happy we get to move in about two months. Funny how fate works, the screaming kid at 3:30 in the morning, well, he still cries at the top of his lungs, but after hearing his parents go at each other's throats all hours I am home, allows me to feel sorry for him (the kid that is) and now the screaming doesn't irk me the way it did before. Sure they still make LOUD noises, but I just hope the kid finds everyday little things to keep him going since his parents sound like they could use an intervention. In other words, I am starting to miss the nuances of apt. living. I am sure that will wear off in about a day or two ;).
Oh and scroll down to the first post we made on the pictures, don't just start with the kitchen pictures post, and you do have to read to catch some of the highlights of our closing (the when, but I can type it again, July 31st!!:) )
Thanks to everyone who kept an eye out for us....keep it up....just in case, you know?
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Pictures Continued...
Kitchen.....LOVERLY!!!
Kitchen, 2nd view.
Bar in Kitchen
Living Room
And there's an efficiency apt in the back, but it's not quite completed just yet...so pictures of that when we get closer to closing, I suppose. If everything goes as planned, we will have a HOME on July 31st!
YAY!!!
NEW HOUSE!!! It's officially under contract and going to the Riveras!
Oh my and dear! When will I get better at this consistency thing? No worries, I simply must do better in the future. We are so excited! We just signed a contract (YES A CONTRACT!!!) on a home! Okay, enough with the exclamation points.....once you see the pictures, you will understand why we are so excited! Hope we don't hex the closing or anything!!!
Front of the house
Door with slate tile.
What you see when you walk through the front entry
Dining room, just to the left of the entry
Master Bedroom
Master Bathroom
Second Bathroom
Second Bathroom
Second Bedroom
Third Bedroom
Front of the house
Door with slate tile.
What you see when you walk through the front entry
Dining room, just to the left of the entry
Master Bedroom
Master Bathroom
Second Bathroom
Second Bathroom
Second Bedroom
Third Bedroom
Thursday, April 17, 2008
There's not many me's in this US of A!
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And all for just toppins a bag!
Why oh why does it take a person with my vast intellect, casual good looks and amazing personality to figure out the small things can cost more than you ever imagined (read groceries, clothes, presents for showers/weddings/birthdays, dentist visits) and the big, important things in life are monetarily free? I specify monetarily due to the alarming fact dear husbands can take all your energy, patience and long suffering out of you in one bright millisecond moment.
Ever see those kids fighting, screaming, wildly whining, yelling, hysterically thumping their legs and arms on the floor and go, hmmm...note to self, never do THAT in public. My mom will attest we (being the 5 kids in our family crew) were aware at a very early age just how awful THAT looked and tried our hardest not to display such behaviors in public areas. Alas, the lesson must at times vigorously renew it's presence in my mind and manners.
I don't know why I like (note here the specific use of the word like) to tirade about as if only I am queen, and the masses are mere peasants, at times. Not to imply I treat others as being "below" myself, I simply traipse out on a power trail of nonsense and insensibility at times. Juan found himself caught in a tirade a few nights ago and I must confess, brutality and inequality reigned supreme. No fears/worries/general concerns, this is but a public confession to prove my love and severe disappointment with my afore mentioned behavior for my dearest husband.
Feel buttons pushed, implications in sentence fragments, words coming at you in what seems to be ill-humored jabber? I sheepishly admit, I did. The mind can make mountains from molehills, grand canyons from but a small drip of a expired hose, a Sequoia from but a seed planted yesterday.
In short, I was as a ill-mannered child at the toy store, holding a toy in each hand, demanding more, falling quickly to the floor to exercise my right to whine/moan/complain and display the unsavory contempt for any being in my way not willing to immediately yield to my desires, wishes and demands.
The question Juan asked, "So, have you heard anything back on whether you have the new job?".
Yeah, I know. What IS your deal Kourtney? Well, let's just say, I took it to mean, "Why don't you have a new job yet, Kourtney?", and was WAY off base.
Sure, no one directly SAW this behavior but my dear husband and a few cursedly happy devils from below. However, when you behave in a way directly affecting those you care for and deeply love, it feels as though the world should know and hear your confession and apology. "Shouted from the rooftops" comes to mind.
In closing, I profusely apologize to my dear husband for my derelict behavior and beg once again his forgiveness (which he calmly assures me is not necessary, I have done nothing too bad, and then laughingly adds, yet). Oh my, and to think love doesn't cost even a mere toppin. ;)
Ever see those kids fighting, screaming, wildly whining, yelling, hysterically thumping their legs and arms on the floor and go, hmmm...note to self, never do THAT in public. My mom will attest we (being the 5 kids in our family crew) were aware at a very early age just how awful THAT looked and tried our hardest not to display such behaviors in public areas. Alas, the lesson must at times vigorously renew it's presence in my mind and manners.
I don't know why I like (note here the specific use of the word like) to tirade about as if only I am queen, and the masses are mere peasants, at times. Not to imply I treat others as being "below" myself, I simply traipse out on a power trail of nonsense and insensibility at times. Juan found himself caught in a tirade a few nights ago and I must confess, brutality and inequality reigned supreme. No fears/worries/general concerns, this is but a public confession to prove my love and severe disappointment with my afore mentioned behavior for my dearest husband.
Feel buttons pushed, implications in sentence fragments, words coming at you in what seems to be ill-humored jabber? I sheepishly admit, I did. The mind can make mountains from molehills, grand canyons from but a small drip of a expired hose, a Sequoia from but a seed planted yesterday.
In short, I was as a ill-mannered child at the toy store, holding a toy in each hand, demanding more, falling quickly to the floor to exercise my right to whine/moan/complain and display the unsavory contempt for any being in my way not willing to immediately yield to my desires, wishes and demands.
The question Juan asked, "So, have you heard anything back on whether you have the new job?".
Yeah, I know. What IS your deal Kourtney? Well, let's just say, I took it to mean, "Why don't you have a new job yet, Kourtney?", and was WAY off base.
Sure, no one directly SAW this behavior but my dear husband and a few cursedly happy devils from below. However, when you behave in a way directly affecting those you care for and deeply love, it feels as though the world should know and hear your confession and apology. "Shouted from the rooftops" comes to mind.
In closing, I profusely apologize to my dear husband for my derelict behavior and beg once again his forgiveness (which he calmly assures me is not necessary, I have done nothing too bad, and then laughingly adds, yet). Oh my, and to think love doesn't cost even a mere toppin. ;)
Monday, April 14, 2008
Here we are, Sunset and Camden!!
The stomach virus is the devil!! The devil I tell you! Luckily, it only lasts about 48 hours and I am feeling like my old self more and more. Which means you, my fortunate and faithful readers of the blog, are entitled to my promised pictures of Master Jefferson.
Mom made fun of my ring and the fact it's almost as big as Master Jefferson's face. Pish-posh, it's simply the closet thing to the camera. Never could we say such things seriously. He is such a cute, precious little thing. LOVES to be moving and looking around. He doesn't care for the camera much, as Jason will tell you. Busy body, no way that comes from the Hansen side of the family, right? :) Who could ever lay claim that the Hansen's are about as busy as they come? Who me, yes you, couldn't be, then WHO?
Anyhow, what else. Oh yes! Never get the stomach flu virus. Hits you like a ton of bricks and lays you on your back in 2-3 hours flat. Nothing can possibly get done when you are flat on your back, nothing. And being flat on your back builds the immenient danger to which the stomach flu virus so violently racks and contorts the body, all while rushing haphazardly to the restroom.
It's over and I am so happy! Still feeling pretty weak, but I am so grateful I don't have kids yet. Not too many times you can say that, but this was by far one of the top ten reasons to wait ;). Just trying to convince myself that's why were waiting, lay off.
So we also went snowmobiling while we were in Utah, all thanks to the wonderful generosity of Jackie's parent-in-laws. So kind of them to let us go and have fun. I think I was terrified or something because my arms cried out in pain the next day and Juan informed me I was holding on to him as if life itself existed only within the grasp on his front zipper. He said everytime we went around a curve or down a little slope, I would inch up further onto the snowmobile and grasp even more tightly to him. We ran into a bout of bad luck with barbed wire and then we fell off once or twice, but made it ALL THE WAY back down without falling ONCE!!! Juan says that's because he thinks my arms were tired and getting weaker by that point. I just think Juan figured out how to better control a virtual motorized sled.
So much excitement! Okay, I've met my obligation to posting the pictures! Now if we can convince Jackie to take pictures every week and post them on her blog. HMMM! What kind of incentive would work? I already made fabulous picture frames for the nursery, you would think that would be enticement enough. I will have to spoil Jefferson just a little more to bribe his mommy to post pictures on a regular basis. What's that you say? You want to see the frames. Well, OKAY! I had so much fun making them, I admit, I had a blonde moment trying to find the "perfect" frames, then realized I am letting the highlights grow out and it's no longer acceptable to rely on the faux blonde to cover up a duh-du-duh moment. So I took the wide matting out of two identical frames and VIOLA! I have the "perfect" frames, which can one day be frames for Master Jefferson with the wide matting re-inserted.
That's it for now! I am dratted out! I hope that sounds better than "pooped" out, but somehow I am beginning to doubt it and will be taking suggestions all week long for a substitute word! Juan is commenting on dinner status, duty calls!
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
Drat, Rats and Lizards, OH MY!
I did it again, I said I wouldn't do it and indeed I did! I knew that I could do it, I knew it, I knew it. And when it came to do it, alas I failed again.
OK, enough of the My Fair Lady tirade. Short end of the stick, I haven't blogged since March 23rd! Crap. CORRECTION. Poop. CORRECTION. DRAT! So yes, I have absolved to the oblivion of using the "drat". After hearing your 4 year old nephew say "crap" and "poop", you begin to understand the mantra good mothers politely reinforce to their children to keep their language clean and clear and under control. Apologies, I have about a million commercials running top speed in my head today. In case you didn't catch that, "clean, clear and under control" is the "jingle" for Johnson and Johnson's Clean and Clear face wash product. But it fit so beautifully I couldn't but help myself to the silent entreaties to "borrow" their simple statement of clarity.
Between the movies and the commercials, something good is bound to pop into my psyche eventually. Ability to recount commercials, say so's, sweet nothings, and tunes from your favorite movies and incorporate each into your "saying of the moment" should lead one to believe I posses a vast intellect beyond all reason. The mind is a wonderful and imaginative thing. Mine appears to be dwindling lately due to the jargon of insurance freely invading my hard-drive and causing additional memory to be purchased (i.e. notebook and calendar to which even small tasks are recorded in order to help me remember the important things in life). One would hope, no even suppose, the jargon of my trade to politely delete and consume memory space reserved on behalf of movie theme songs, commercial jingles, sweet nothings and say so's, but alas, those remain unabashedly untouched.
Moral of the story, if you don't see me write in down, I won't be doing it. So, wait for me to write it down before you say one word more and you are guaranteed a smooth transition to completion. In short, I am becoming more like my mother. I now own 3 timers for cooking, none of which make much sense b/c I am of late constantly forgetting to set them. I have a MASSIVE purse to which everything must be stored, everything. Cannot blame my mother entirely for this one, in fact, that is entirely my own fault and obsession. I do take credit for passing this infectious disease to Lin-lee, so far my attempts to infect more around me have not yet hit decision making status in other's minds, instead I believe the infection is commonly referred to as "Kourtney OCD". I laugh. Yes, I do obsess, but not too much. I still maintain my sanity at 95%. Everyone needs a little cushion room, I figure 5% should be compulsory and sufficient.
Anyway, back to the reason I decided to blog today:
1) It's been forever
2) Jackie and Jason's baby Jefferson is SO PRECIOUS AND CUTE!
We were in Utah until just recently and I would like to blame my "blogcation" (thanks Meg, for the word) on such activities, however, I had full access to a computer at any given time and cannot therefore, accuse my Utah time of being culprit.
Jefferson is so cute. I will have pictures loaded sometime this week. Jackie is an amazing Mom already! She is so good with him. Jason gets mad at us for making him cry (hey, every infant needs TONS of pictures) and you can tell he will be a very protective father.
We were at his blessing and Jefferson was crying away, forcing lung capacity to maximum and instilling doubt in Jackie's mind he would willingly cooperate. Jason waited for a few seconds, rocking and lulling to no avail. He began the blessing and immediately Jefferson stopped utilizing his God-sent fully developed lungs. Not a few seconds later, IMMEDIATELY. I think we have a spiritual feeling addict on our hands. It was so sweet. And I really think it was the spirit inspiring and comforting little Jefferson, just as much as his Daddy's voice.
Okay, I will post pictures later, not enough time on my lunch break to get the dang, um nix that, not enough time to get those dratted pictures posted.
Love to all my suffering (hopefully uncontrollable fits of laughter in some parts) readers.
Oh, and being my Mom isn't a bad thing, just mentioning how you don't seem to figure out it's not bad to "become your MOM" until later in life and I find myself more and more attracted to trying to be just like her! Even if one of those quirky traits seems to be forgetting you are cooking every now and again.
OK, enough of the My Fair Lady tirade. Short end of the stick, I haven't blogged since March 23rd! Crap. CORRECTION. Poop. CORRECTION. DRAT! So yes, I have absolved to the oblivion of using the "drat". After hearing your 4 year old nephew say "crap" and "poop", you begin to understand the mantra good mothers politely reinforce to their children to keep their language clean and clear and under control. Apologies, I have about a million commercials running top speed in my head today. In case you didn't catch that, "clean, clear and under control" is the "jingle" for Johnson and Johnson's Clean and Clear face wash product. But it fit so beautifully I couldn't but help myself to the silent entreaties to "borrow" their simple statement of clarity.
Between the movies and the commercials, something good is bound to pop into my psyche eventually. Ability to recount commercials, say so's, sweet nothings, and tunes from your favorite movies and incorporate each into your "saying of the moment" should lead one to believe I posses a vast intellect beyond all reason. The mind is a wonderful and imaginative thing. Mine appears to be dwindling lately due to the jargon of insurance freely invading my hard-drive and causing additional memory to be purchased (i.e. notebook and calendar to which even small tasks are recorded in order to help me remember the important things in life). One would hope, no even suppose, the jargon of my trade to politely delete and consume memory space reserved on behalf of movie theme songs, commercial jingles, sweet nothings and say so's, but alas, those remain unabashedly untouched.
Moral of the story, if you don't see me write in down, I won't be doing it. So, wait for me to write it down before you say one word more and you are guaranteed a smooth transition to completion. In short, I am becoming more like my mother. I now own 3 timers for cooking, none of which make much sense b/c I am of late constantly forgetting to set them. I have a MASSIVE purse to which everything must be stored, everything. Cannot blame my mother entirely for this one, in fact, that is entirely my own fault and obsession. I do take credit for passing this infectious disease to Lin-lee, so far my attempts to infect more around me have not yet hit decision making status in other's minds, instead I believe the infection is commonly referred to as "Kourtney OCD". I laugh. Yes, I do obsess, but not too much. I still maintain my sanity at 95%. Everyone needs a little cushion room, I figure 5% should be compulsory and sufficient.
Anyway, back to the reason I decided to blog today:
1) It's been forever
2) Jackie and Jason's baby Jefferson is SO PRECIOUS AND CUTE!
We were in Utah until just recently and I would like to blame my "blogcation" (thanks Meg, for the word) on such activities, however, I had full access to a computer at any given time and cannot therefore, accuse my Utah time of being culprit.
Jefferson is so cute. I will have pictures loaded sometime this week. Jackie is an amazing Mom already! She is so good with him. Jason gets mad at us for making him cry (hey, every infant needs TONS of pictures) and you can tell he will be a very protective father.
We were at his blessing and Jefferson was crying away, forcing lung capacity to maximum and instilling doubt in Jackie's mind he would willingly cooperate. Jason waited for a few seconds, rocking and lulling to no avail. He began the blessing and immediately Jefferson stopped utilizing his God-sent fully developed lungs. Not a few seconds later, IMMEDIATELY. I think we have a spiritual feeling addict on our hands. It was so sweet. And I really think it was the spirit inspiring and comforting little Jefferson, just as much as his Daddy's voice.
Okay, I will post pictures later, not enough time on my lunch break to get the dang, um nix that, not enough time to get those dratted pictures posted.
Love to all my suffering (hopefully uncontrollable fits of laughter in some parts) readers.
Oh, and being my Mom isn't a bad thing, just mentioning how you don't seem to figure out it's not bad to "become your MOM" until later in life and I find myself more and more attracted to trying to be just like her! Even if one of those quirky traits seems to be forgetting you are cooking every now and again.
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Happy Easter and Merry 1st Year anniversary!!!
Juan's got a little bit o Easter Cap'n in him!!
Does the first year count as "making it"? With the divorce rate in America, actually scratch that, the WORLD skyrocketing, I would like to be proud of our 1 year mark and give all the credit to Juan. That poor man has dedicated his patience to me. He laughs with me, holds me when I just need to cry and tells me he loves me every night, even if I did say something I didn't mean earlier in the day, and stays surprisingly calm when I am in hysterics over the stuck on cereal on the bowl he didn't soak or put into the dishwasher. I mean, really, the bowl is in the sink! Count your blessings, right? Funny, since that rant of mine, the bowls are religiously rinsed and dishwasher ready. I am so spoiled, so lucky and so happy I snatched the BESTEST husband in the world...hey, it's a word somewhere, even if it must be made simply from my imagination and cheer.
It's also Easter! SO much to be eternally grateful for. We had a little fun for Easter and I included the pictures! Yeah, okay, were chunk a lunks....but we sure are happy! Need I say more?
Anyone who thinks I am crazy for having a Daisy dress, well, I am. At least she has had it for 2 years and worn it for every holiday ;). Good thinking, get that use out of it. Don't know if you can see, but the Easter bunny brought Daisy a bag of treats too! Milkbone and Nilla Wafers, what a lucky dog! I wonder if Daisy knows how long hair makes her look rather manly. I mean check out that beard! Guess we need to schedule her an appt. with Fur-dos (like hairdos for your pet!).
We're pretty blessed as well!
Thursday, March 20, 2008
What to do when you are ok with telling your boss you need a Midol?
So yeah, I said it. I couldn't help it. Fussing and ranting and of course generally whining about our crazies at Allstate and every discussion with another insured upped the ante on getting Kourtney to her happy place. I slowly began to see my foul mood was cumbersome, not necessarily to me, but Jerry's stuck between a rock and PMS hard place.
Funny how hormones make a person so volatile. Probably doesn't help that my once a day tic tac method is scratched and replaced with a REAL once a day pill. Those things are the devil. SO in an effort to curb the crass and crash, I am venting. Hard core, interrupt me and die, venting. Only accomplished via the everlasting listener, the blog. You type, it listens. Not much of an adventure for us today, just simply a way to cope. I can hear it now. TMI, TMI (too much info. for you blogists going huh?).
And the pain in my temples is subsiding. I can't imagine what's got my feathers so ruffled, but I know the sleep deprivation, the home hunting (endlessly looking for a home in the 2nd ward with not much to look at), the mortgage questions, the credit checks it induces are not feeding positive energy into the bottom line.
Then it hits me...the more you whine, the more miserable you are. So nix the statement of "not {cumbersome} necessarily to myself". Kourtney, meet your worst enemy, Kourtney. Get on with life. It's not worth living if you can't be happy and you can't be happy if you are not sometimes sad, a little depressed or have a few hard hitting times. That's the challenge. Get back up on the horse and be HAPPY! So there's the challenge for me today. Get over my "bad" self and pull my "good" self up by the bootstraps.
Here we go, on with the happiness! Thanks for listening to the venting!
Funny how hormones make a person so volatile. Probably doesn't help that my once a day tic tac method is scratched and replaced with a REAL once a day pill. Those things are the devil. SO in an effort to curb the crass and crash, I am venting. Hard core, interrupt me and die, venting. Only accomplished via the everlasting listener, the blog. You type, it listens. Not much of an adventure for us today, just simply a way to cope. I can hear it now. TMI, TMI (too much info. for you blogists going huh?).
And the pain in my temples is subsiding. I can't imagine what's got my feathers so ruffled, but I know the sleep deprivation, the home hunting (endlessly looking for a home in the 2nd ward with not much to look at), the mortgage questions, the credit checks it induces are not feeding positive energy into the bottom line.
Then it hits me...the more you whine, the more miserable you are. So nix the statement of "not {cumbersome} necessarily to myself". Kourtney, meet your worst enemy, Kourtney. Get on with life. It's not worth living if you can't be happy and you can't be happy if you are not sometimes sad, a little depressed or have a few hard hitting times. That's the challenge. Get back up on the horse and be HAPPY! So there's the challenge for me today. Get over my "bad" self and pull my "good" self up by the bootstraps.
Here we go, on with the happiness! Thanks for listening to the venting!
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
What's that you say? Work is mandatory.
Sleep deprivation is not supposed to happen until you:
1) Have kids.
2) Have a mortgage.
3) Have kids and a mortgage.
or in the rare instance you find yourself,
4) in an apartment where ALL the other tenants have kids, the tenants above you have a child screaming wildly into the dewy morning (every morning) at 3:30 am, which in turn makes the Daisy believe it's morning and time to wakey-wakey, which therefore translates to the trepidation of a walk outside to allow the dog her relief, and thinking about getting a mortgage.
This is the existence to which I currently yield. I have NEVER been so tired in my life. I've experimented with sleeping pills, which in turn fill my belly with nausea wave upon nausea wave, attempting early bedtime to which my sleep is interrupted with the timid questions of general knowledge about dinner, iPod locality, camera locality, please trim my hairline, Daisy whining for her attention and chance at chasing the night strollers who somehow have figured out she just wants to play and provide tasty morsels of cookies, cheese nips, cucumbers (her favorite) and the like when they see her approaching, and general racqueteering outside in the busy world of college town USA, even tried doubling the dose on the sleeping pills hoping they would knock me out before I ever had the chance to get sick (not high on my recommendation list) to no avail.
So in a phrase, baby fever, CURED! How could I ever deal with this AND have kids. I couldn't , Juan's prayers have been answered. Bless him for knowing I don't have it in me right now!
I did however have a brief lapse while relaxing and reminiscing with Laura in the lawn furnitrue section of Target.
Little girl with pigtails, leopard shirt and capri pants on to mother: "Mom, come here!"
Mom: "Honey, I am looking at something, give me a second"
Little girl: "No, you have to come right now!"
Mom: "Okay, what is it?"
Little girl, pointing: "This is new, this is new, this is new...."
Mom: "How could you know that?"
Little girl: "Because I don't have any of it."
Mom: "You sound a little spoiled, I don't always get you everything."
Little girl: "No mom, you don't. Just what I want."
Okay, so she is a little spoiled...but how stinking cute is that. I had to laugh outright. I sure hope my kids aren't that, we'll say smart...but we all know I mean manipulative.
1) Have kids.
2) Have a mortgage.
3) Have kids and a mortgage.
or in the rare instance you find yourself,
4) in an apartment where ALL the other tenants have kids, the tenants above you have a child screaming wildly into the dewy morning (every morning) at 3:30 am, which in turn makes the Daisy believe it's morning and time to wakey-wakey, which therefore translates to the trepidation of a walk outside to allow the dog her relief, and thinking about getting a mortgage.
This is the existence to which I currently yield. I have NEVER been so tired in my life. I've experimented with sleeping pills, which in turn fill my belly with nausea wave upon nausea wave, attempting early bedtime to which my sleep is interrupted with the timid questions of general knowledge about dinner, iPod locality, camera locality, please trim my hairline, Daisy whining for her attention and chance at chasing the night strollers who somehow have figured out she just wants to play and provide tasty morsels of cookies, cheese nips, cucumbers (her favorite) and the like when they see her approaching, and general racqueteering outside in the busy world of college town USA, even tried doubling the dose on the sleeping pills hoping they would knock me out before I ever had the chance to get sick (not high on my recommendation list) to no avail.
So in a phrase, baby fever, CURED! How could I ever deal with this AND have kids. I couldn't , Juan's prayers have been answered. Bless him for knowing I don't have it in me right now!
I did however have a brief lapse while relaxing and reminiscing with Laura in the lawn furnitrue section of Target.
Little girl with pigtails, leopard shirt and capri pants on to mother: "Mom, come here!"
Mom: "Honey, I am looking at something, give me a second"
Little girl: "No, you have to come right now!"
Mom: "Okay, what is it?"
Little girl, pointing: "This is new, this is new, this is new...."
Mom: "How could you know that?"
Little girl: "Because I don't have any of it."
Mom: "You sound a little spoiled, I don't always get you everything."
Little girl: "No mom, you don't. Just what I want."
Okay, so she is a little spoiled...but how stinking cute is that. I had to laugh outright. I sure hope my kids aren't that, we'll say smart...but we all know I mean manipulative.
Monday, March 17, 2008
Bunny Time!!
It's alomost here! Easter and our 1st Year Anniversary! How exciting! They fall on the same day this year. Kevin's birthday is in the mix too! Talk about never forgetting your firsts! So, I decided not to celebrate with eggs and candy and an Easter tree just because we don't have any hoodlum kids yet, doesn't equate to much fun. I know the real reason for the season, but if J.C. ever had a Dove Chocolate Bunny, I think he'd join in the festivities :)! So I have decided we are having Easter on our Anniversary. SURPRISE!!!! Juan doesn't know what he's in for. Daisy is waiting at the window for the Easter bunny to come, she LOVES Dove Chocolate Bunnies just as much as the next human. Funny dog! I also included a picture of our fabulous Easter tree and decorations provided by my Mom. She knows how to pick them!
Laura and I have been on Easter Hunts lately. Pier 1, Walmart, Target, Hobby Lobby...we hit them all up and come to the conclusion we simply have to get up and sale hunt the day after Easter. ARE YOU READY TO FIGHT US FOR THOSE EASTER DECORATIONS? We won't go down without a fight.
Well have to get back to work after an eventful lunch break...what do you think Daisy is REALLY watching out the window for? :)
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