Most Normal Girl

Happy 1st Birthday, Bug!

2011-07-17T22:29:00.000-07:00

Dear Morgan,

Happy Birthday, beautiful girl! I can't believe that a year has already gone by since you came into our lives and two became three, officially. Since we can remember, your daddy and I have wanted to become parents. Even before we were married, we talked about kids and the importance of having a family. And after we wed, there was no holding back on making that dream a reality... That was one helluva honeymoon! We were over-the-moon ecstatic when we found out that we were going to be parents. The thrill and joy of having you in our daily lives is nothing short of AWESOME.

I can't begin to tell you how hard this year has been. Not since becoming a mother did I realize how brave I would have to be for another person. There were days (plenty of days) that leaving the house with you was too terrifying to imagine. The depth of worry that I thought I knew is nothing compared with becoming a mom. Even the seemingly silly things can cause concern - is the air too cold, are the lights too bright, is that booger a sign that something is wrong, am I a bad mom for wanting to take a shower instead of watch my baby sleep? Every day brought new worries or new anxieties. But everyday was also an opportunity...

You are growing into such a funny and smart person. It doesn't take you long to catch onto how to make something work; even if the mechanics of doing something are too advanced, you know what's going on and you try to work it out. You reach for things and point to things that you're interested in. You have a large vocabulary of understanding named objects in your room and around the house. You love to tease us with an object in your hand - reaching out to give it and then snatching it back before we can have it. Recently, you have learned to HUG us and your stuffed animals -- it is THE BEST feeling in the world, aside from your slobbery kisses. You still have a very gummy grin (no teeth, yet!) and we love to see you smile. Your laugh is infectious; I never knew laughter like that could melt my heart, over and over again. I especially love making you laugh when I kiss your neck and make a funny sound - you giggle with delight and jokingly push me away, only to wait with anticipation for me to do it again. You are sad to see daddy leave for work in the morning; sometimes not wanting to let him go. You love to smack the dog around and shoo her away when she licks your ears. You are very curious and adventurous - you get into everything! And, although, you aren't walking yet, you find a way to be lightening fast in getting to where you want to go. "Determined" doesn't begin to define you.

Watching you grow and seeing you learn about the world around you is nothing short of enchanting. I never really saw parts of the world until I saw them from your perspective. Looking at life through the magic of your eyes never gets old - the world has more color because you are looking at it, the music has a different kind of rhythm because you are dancing to it, and the air around you is a bit sweeter because you are breathing it. And while I may get upset that EVERY SINGLE PERSON says how much you look like your daddy, I've fallen in love with him even more since we had you. You have given my life a new purpose. There is no measure for the depth and breadth of love that I have for you. If there is a God, you are certainly proof that s/he exists.

I love you, Morgan.

Love,
Mommy

Summertime

2011-07-05T21:45:00.000-07:00

Summer has officially come over us. And when I say "come over us," I mean that the heat has decided to wrap it's ugly arms around us and fart in our faces - with the doors and windows shut tight. We are in a hotbox of heat and I HATE IT. Usually July is a moderate month, weather-wise; it's not until August and September that things are supposed to burn up. But, oh, here we are...

Our 4th of July celebration was the usual: We got together with friends in the late afternoon and watched fireworks together in our favorite mall parking lot. -This was only after fighting with the neighbor, who really makes my blood boil. (I would go into our argument, but not knowing your feelings on pets, I shall refrain.) I can't believe that only a year ago, on the 4th, I was an enormous pregnant lady awaiting the miracle who was about to be delivered to me. My, my, how things have changed...

Morgan is going to be A YEAR OLD in fewer than two weeks. My baby is not such a baby anymore... She's getting so big! It's still amazing to me how wonderful, beautiful and AWEsome she is. Every day is more fun and she's learning about her world so quickly! If you ask her where her hair or toes are, you're going to see an immediate tug of the hair or grab of a toe. Daddy is trying to teach her "where is your nose" but that's going to take some time. Her vocabulary is expanding and she's really interacting with the environment - especially if there is a dog, cat, or tree nearby. The best, though, is her sense of humor. Our daughter is a HAM! Morgan is always cracking up and making us laugh; she's very good at teasing and playing games.

Our little bug is on the verge of walking, too. She is very good at cruising around furniture (always has to be holding on to something or someone). Still, if she wants to get from point A to point B, she crawls. I'm trying to be good about not holding her as much, during the day, but there are days when it's nearly impossible (she can be a bit clingy).

I hope to post a few more pics after her birthday party. We have invited nearly 80 people to join us in this first-year celebration and I'm going to lose my mind sometime between now and then.

So, although this summer is starting off hotter than a whore's panties, we're all doing well and having a good time!

Passing Time

2011-06-10T22:28:00.000-07:00

I've been doing my best to arrange lunches and play dates with other friends who are either on maternity leave or are otherwise funemployed. So far, so good; I can't count the number of friends I've been able to catch up with! It's been great for my sanity and good for Morgan to be getting out of the house, too. On the one or two days that we are at home, I get a chance to catch up on laundry, dishes, and nap time (if the little one will allow it). We have settled into a nice routine and it's amazing how far we have come. ...I thought I would never say that... It's soooo much better, now that Morgan is getting older. She's a regular crack-up; she has the best sense of humor! And, her knowledge and understanding of certain words and activities boggles my mind. She can understand about 20 words (to name a few: Dada, Mommy, Bailey, butterflies, up, stretch, clap, lamp, tree, jump) and can climb stairs in under a minute. The days of counting hours and minutes 'til Blair got home are gone; replaced with wonder of how the day went by so fast. I love watching my bug learn about the world around her!

Amazingly, I sometimes wish things would just slow down... I don't want to miss a minute!

Big Girl

2011-06-08T23:14:00.000-07:00

Mother's Day

2011-05-09T22:07:00.000-07:00

I got to celebrate my first official Mother's Day over the weekend! Yay for moms! It was especially sweet this year, getting to spend quality time with Blair and my little bug. I LOVE being a mom and am so thankful, everyday, for this miracle and blessing. I thank my lucky stars that I have her in my life and I get to watch her grow.

My heart is filled with love.

My Job

2011-04-16T23:29:00.000-07:00

I'm tired. Who knew that staying at home, full-time, would be so much WORK?

My Monkeys!

2011-04-05T22:28:00.000-07:00

My Wonder Years

2011-03-04T13:20:00.001-08:00

Being a mom brings to the surface a lot of questions about who we are as people, how we were raised, and questions about the next generation. I consider myself among the lucky. Growing up, I didn't have a lot of heartache or trouble - things seemed easy (for the most part). Sure, there were bad days and more than a few tears along the way but nothing horrendous and nothing that left scars too deep. I was popular, I was pretty, I was smart, I was athletic...what more could you want? I was the epitome of a "good girl" and never got into serious trouble. I sailed through my adolescent years as best as anyone could hope for.

Perhaps I'm more nostalgic than most. I love going through old photos or talking about the days gone before; reminiscing about those golden days when life seemed simpler and our problems were shallow. I remember getting into trouble in my second grade class with my best-friend because we were laughing too hard. I loved the Friday night lights of a football game - both in junior high and high school. I remember the magic of the Holiday Season and what it meant to our family. I remember getting into my grandmother's make-up with my cousin and laughing hysterically at stuffing our bras with socks. I remember the smell of the cafeteria on rainy days. I remember my first day of school, sixth grade. I remember my mom lip-singing "The Rose" to me during the week of my high school graduation. All of these memories bring up such vivid images and stories! I hope I never forget them...

I was lucky to have reconnected with my first best-friend. She and I were two peas in a pod from about age 5 to 9. She's getting married in May and I can't wait to be there for her. I recently attended her bridal shower and felt so lucky to say, "I've known her the longest" (bragging rights, outside of the family).

As I look at my daughter and wonder who she will grow up to be, I can't help but to think (and worry) about how hard life can be. Kids can be mean, school can be hard, peer pressure can be a bitch. I have complete confidence that Blair and I will raise her to make smart decisions and to seek guidance when the going gets rough. But still... there's that worry... about OTHERS. Other kids who will get their driver's license and make bad decisions. Other pressures in school or on the playground (or behind the bleachers at football games). Other crazies in the world who set out to do harm. Other intangibles that I will have no control over.

I pray, everyday, that God and the Universe will keep her safe; keep her healthy; keep her happy into a ripe old age; that Life will show her more beauty than can be imagined; that Love will always surround her and be within her heart; that she will have confidence to hold her head high, even in the strongest of gusty winds; that charity is more than just an act of kindness; that courage will take her on nomadic adventures; and that her funny squeal and laugh will never fade.

I hope the wonder years will continue to be WONDERFUL. They brought me so much joy and truly helped to mold me into the woman of today.

So... That Happened

2011-02-17T23:37:00.000-08:00

I had a bunch of photos to share with you. But then, technology crapped out and I lost them. I'm too tired to reload all of them and start over. I promise, there will be more photos. One day.

Busy Bees

2011-01-04T13:14:00.000-08:00

Welcome, 2011!

Life continues to be crazy busy for us... Little time is spent on the computer anymore. I'm happy to report that everyone is doing well. We started the New Year with a cozy celebration of being curled up in bed, a view of Times Square on the tube, and our precious cargo between us (meaning, the baby and the dog).

I am genuinely happy. Life is GOOOOD!

From Our Family To Yours

2010-12-20T00:01:00.000-08:00

Wishing everyone a

Happy Holiday Season &

Happy New Year!

Photo Update! (Because that's all I have time for!)

2010-12-18T12:51:00.000-08:00

Roly Poly Bug

2010-12-18T12:45:00.000-08:00

Our little one rolled over for the first time today! I'm a proud mommy!

Um, Hello God, It's Me...

2010-11-08T12:10:00.000-08:00

Our daughter, that lovely little monster, is nearly four months old. By now, I had thought the restless nights and fits of screaming would begin to subside. Oh, how wrong I was! Lucky us, she had colic and painful gas the first three months and now she's probably got GER(D) - otherwise known as acid reflux.

I've tried to be a good parent. I've cuddled, hugged, kissed, held, and soothed her lovingly in every way that I can. But days like today and nights like last (actually, the past two weeks) make me wonder if I'm doing something wrong.

From the get-go, I wanted to be sure that we didn't start any bad habits that would later need to be broken. This includes letting her sleep in our bed. Early on, I had her sleep in her own crib, swaddled her, and did my best to develop a routine. The nighttime routine came easy and was well-established: down by 10:00pm, wake up for a feeding at 1:00am and 4:00am, right back to bed. There were even a couple of nights when she slept for six or seven hours. All was going well... until a couple of weeks ago. One night, she couldn't get calmed down for TWO HOURS. She screamed from 9:30pm 'til 11:30pm STRAIGHT. Blair and I, both, did our best to get her settled but it was futile. We even laid her in her crib and left to go to bed, ourselves; to no avail. When I finally went into her room at 11:30pm and picked her up, she was out within a minute.

Last night sucked, too. I got less than two hours of sleep. For some reason, Morgan has developed a sincere love for her pacifier and seemingly cannot be without it. I have become a crib-side slave making sure that the pacifier stays in her mouth as she sleeps. On those rare occasions when it falls out and she remains asleep, it doesn't last long - maybe 20 minutes - before she wakes and begins to fuss and cry for it again. Well, this is not good. So much for trying not to have her develop any bad habits.

Today I have decided that she is going to go without the pacifier ALL DAY. She is going to have to find another way to soothe herself to sleep. The first early-morning nap went okay - she slept for 45 minutes and no pacifier was used. But at 9:55am she started fussing and looking tired. I tried to soothe her to sleep and laid her in the crib. Well, it's now 12:05pm and she's still screaming and crying. We have officially broken that two-hour record previously mentioned.

I have asked God, countless times, to help me get through these days and nights. Perhaps this is payback for having a good (sick-free) pregnancy. Or maybe it's payback for trying a cigarette when I was ten years old. Whatever it is, I'm losing my mind, my strength, my emotional stability, my Spirit. I'm so tired that the energy required for taking a shower (let alone anything else) is just not there.

I wish I had a happy baby who slept through the night. My other mom-peers all have seemingly perfect children who are full of smiles and sleep when they are supposed to. Mine is cute and all, but she's a pain in the ass.

I remember when I had some control over my life - when I had money to spend however I wanted, when I could go out of town whenever I wanted, when I could eat anything I wanted at any time I wanted, when I could pee when I wanted/needed, when I could sleep at least six hours every night... I remember those days.

Now Morgan isn't the only one crying...

3-Month Marker

2010-10-18T10:10:00.000-07:00

Yesterday, our daughter turned 3-months old. These last few months have been one hell of a roller coaster ride. There were definitely days that were UP and plenty that were DOWN. Being a parent in the first few weeks is nothing short of manic - each moment is unpredictable; it felt like we were living on the edge. The little person who entered our lives is incredible... demanding, sweet, beautiful, monstrous...

I wish I could say that I'm loving every minute of being a mom. The truth is, there are days when I just feel *bleh*. Taking a shower is a luxury and I can't remember a day when I didn't have milk spit-up or poop somewhere on my clothes. Or rather, robe. Finding the energy to put on decent clothes is usually reserved for special days when we go out. I would rather just wear a robe and know that I can throw it in the wash when too much "stuff" gets on it. Don't get me wrong - we go out. Actually, I'm glad that we go out as often as we do. It's important for us to keep a life outside of the house, even if it is scary as all hell. When our bug has painful gas or is just upset, there is no calming her down. Anyone within a mile of us can hear her scream. She's got a good set of lungs and makes it well-known when she's not happy.

We have all made strides these past few months. The peanut has doubled her weight and continues to grow. She seems healthy and happy - you should see her smile! I have become less anxious about this new experience and have learned patience in a whole new way. Blair, too, has become a great dad and has supported us in countless ways (working, shopping, fixing the house, taking the baby for mom's relief, getting us out and about, cooking dinners, cleaning, offering words of encouragement, and MORE).

I've been reading a number of parenting books and have decided that we're doing okay. As long as we all continue to grow in healthy ways, I'm not going to compare Morgan to what is "normal" or expect her to be at any particular place in her development each day. Babies grow at different rates and she's doing just fine. I'm proud to be her mom and I cherish the time that we have together.

There are times when I hold her and my heart swells. She's the most perfect person in the world and I'm in awe that Blair and I created her. She's pure love. It's in those moments when I hug her a little closer, breathe her in a little deeper, give her kisses, and thank God for such a gift. Her smile is intoxicating and now she's beginning to "talk" to us. Every small milestone is a big deal around here and we celebrate all of it!

Having a new member in the family has been an adjustment for Bailey, too. She has been AMAZING with the baby and loves to lick her feet and toes. She is gentle around her, although still clumsy as ever. The other day, though, I could have killed her when she got into a bag of dirty diapers...

We have our next pediatrician appointment in a month. Before then, I would like to put Morgan on a schedule. She's ready to start having a routine to her life and I think it would be good for me, too. I'm terrified of starting this phase. Up until this point, we have done things by the seat of our pants. Regular naps and feedings should be a predictable part of our day (and it mostly is) but consistency is the key. Wish me luck...

If I don't get a chance to say it later, we are wishing everyone a

Happy Halloween

and hope there are sweet treats in store for you and your loved ones!

Shut The F Up! The Baby Is Sleeping!

2010-10-07T09:18:00.000-07:00

For now, that about sums it up. There is a lot more to say, but I just don't have time. :( Sorry, friends.

Go Mode

2010-09-27T09:04:00.000-07:00

Sorry I haven't been able to write... life is insane with a little one! I'll try to get on the computer soon, I promise.

Birth Story

2010-08-05T19:08:00.000-07:00

My daughter's birth was one of the most amazing experiences of my life. I am so fortunate that we had a good labor and delivery; that everyone was healthy and we could enjoy this remarkable time.

We had gotten far in our pregnancy and were visiting the doctor every week. We saw the doc on Tuesday who told us that he was concerned that the baby was not progressing towards labor. She was just too comfortable in the womb! He commented that he thought she may deliver late (expected due date was July 25th) but that she would definitely be delivered before he went on vacation, July 29th. I was bummed by this news, as I was really getting uncomfortable (my feet looked like balloons!) and wanted to meet the little peanut.

That Friday was uneventful; I had gotten some unfortunate news that a job I had interviewed for had hired someone else. I had texted my mom the news early in the day but didn't hear back from her until early evening. (This is when the uneventful day turned around...) She sent me a photo message reply saying that my day could be worse - the photo was of my dad in the hospital! Panicked, I tried to get in touch with her and my dad - although nobody answered. An hour later, I found out that my dad had been admitted to the hospital for internal bleeding and that his stomach had been in pain for the better part of the last three days. GREAT. The doctors were going to run tests and try to find the problem. I was scared, nervous, and wanted answers.

Blair was on his way home when all of this was going on but wasn't checking his phone. By the time he got home, I was a mess. It was about 8:00pm. Half an hour later, I was on the phone with my brother telling him what I knew about dad. My brother was in San Diego with his wife, celebrating their second wedding anniversary. He was calm about the situation and calmed me down, too. Or so I thought.

At about 9:00pm, Blair and I were eating dinner and I started to feel light pain in my pelvis. I thought it was a different type of Braxton-Hicks as I had been feeling weird pains and contractions for over a month. I chalked everything up to the uncomfortable-ness of pregnancy. We didn't think much of it until they got stronger and more annoying. Blair started keeping count of the contractions and timing them at 9:30pm but some were 20 minutes apart, while others were 10 minutes apart. Our Lamaze class had told us that we would be in labor for a while and to wait until contractions were four minutes apart, lasting one minute long and going for an hour. Still, this couldn't be labor as I was only feeling pain in my pelvis. I had no back pain, I had not seen any mucus plug or bloody show and my water had not broken. Thus, I figured it was false labor.

My pain continued through the night. Blair and I tried our breathing techniques that we learned in Lamaze. I took a shower to relax. I walked around the condo to help ease the pain - always ending up on all fours when the pain really got bad. At about midnight, I sent Blair to bed as he was falling asleep on the sofa and was annoying me -- everything was annoying me and I didn't want to be the bitchy wife.

Thank goodness for the Internet and Facebook. I kept checking websites about false labor versus the real thing. Each time, I concluded it was false labor - REAL labor was supposed to have so much more to it. I updated my status on Facebook saying, "Up and walking around the house with false labor pains. Anyone with me?" It was fun because a couple of my friends responded and made me laugh - it was a GREAT distraction from the pain. Even better, though, was that a friend from Lamaze class was up with her one-month old son. She immediately sent me a text asking about my pain and symptoms. She was wonderful to talk with and encouraged me to wake up Blair and go to the hospital. The worst that could happen would be that we were sent home. So, at 1:30AM, I called to Blair from downstairs and told him that I thought we should go to the hospital. It took us nearly 45 minutes to get ourselves together and get out the door. (The dog was totally confused!) By the time we left, my pain was soooo great and awful. I had a hard time making it down our front steps and to the garage. By the time we made it to the car, I was ready to fly down the freeway. But, oh... fate has a funny sense of humor. When Blair backed the car out of the garage, we both noticed it was driving weird. He got out and announced that we had to switch the cars as we had a flat tire! So, he helped me into the BMW Z3 and unloaded/loaded all our bags into the trunk of his car. I had nowhere to stretch when the pain got bad so I was practically in his lap! I told him to drive fast but that drive to the hospital seemed like it took longer than most days.

Upon arrival, Blair helped me get out of the car. That was as far as I could go. Luckily, there were a couple of guys hanging around outside and offered to go get a nurse. Someone soon arrived with a wheelchair and as she wheeled me in, I remember saying "If this is false labor, just cut the baby out - I can't go through this again!" The guys sitting outside roared with laughter and I started to feel more in control of my body again. We were admitted and I was soon checked by the maternity ward nurse. I was four centimeters dilated.

You can imagine my surprise when we found out that I was already at four! Our Lamaze instructor advised us to wait until five centimeters before having an epidural. I was excited because a lot of the hard-work had already been done! But the contractions were still coming, fast and furious. I requested the epidural and Blair went off to make phone calls. He was great about being by my side but also keeping everyone else in the loop. Blair updated Facebook and called the soon-to-be grandparents. ...I was bummed because I knew my dad was in the hospital and that my parents would not be able to come to the hospital for this special time. I was further bummed that my brother was in San Diego. But at least our good friends, Robby and Melissa, would be there. That made me happy; even if it meant that they were in the waiting room at 4:00AM.

The epidural wasn't as bad as I had expected and soon after, I was in a numb state. Getting the epidural was the BEST decision that I ever made! Labor progressed but I couldn't feel it. I even got a few minutes of shut-eye every now and then. I made it to ten centimeters and thought they would whisk me away to the delivery room... but no... There was no room that was available for me, so we had to wait. Plus, my water had not broken so we could hang out for a while. This was weird to me, as I thought that as soon as you get to ten, you push! Guess not!

When we finally got wheeled into the delivery room, Blair and I were really excited. The on-call doctor came in to break my water - which he had to work on for a little while as my bag was "tough". The nurse that was with me (Lorraine) coached me on what was going to happen during the pushing phase. Blair asked questions and I tried to remember everything I had read about effacement, dilation, stations, and more. The baby needed to descend down the birth canal so I knew I had my work cut-out for me. Pushing into an area that is numb is a bit weird, but we tried. Lorraine was on my right and Blair was on my left. They were great coaches and helped me each time. I pushed for about 45 minutes until Lorraine suggested that I take a break and have a rest. So, we rested for nearly an hour (I slept!). When things got started again, they really progressed much slower. My contractions had slowed - before they were coming every two or three minutes but now were at five or ten minutes apart. The doctor ordered Pitocin to speed things up. After that, things moved quickly. The pushing was constant and more people started coming into the room. Unfortunately, I had to have an episiotome to reduce the amount of tearing. That sucked, but the doctor thoroughly explained everything to me and Blair so that we could make the decision on our own. Although I was REALLY AGAINST it, the episiotome made sense and probably "saved" the goods down there.

After 17 hours of labor, at 2:10pm, our daughter, Morgan was born. It was beautiful - SHE was beautiful. I had watched her descend a few times during the pushing (Blair held a mirror for me). It was amazing to see her head come down and to see my body going through this natural miracle. Everything about birth is truly AWESOME.

Blair managed to capture a few seconds of these precious moments on video (thank you, iPhone). We were both crying with joy and feeling love like we never felt before. He stayed with her as the doctors cleaned her and monitored her. I was on the table, oblivious to my after-birth and the stitching up process. They put her in my arms for a few minutes and I've never felt anything so small fill my heart with such big love. We were a family and we were all doing well.

Morgan had to be taken for a few hours of observation and the few days following her birth were a little scary - but we managed to get through it and everyone is doing GREAT! She is a beautiful and healthy little girl and Blair and I are very proud parents.

I could definitely do this again. I even said something to that effect during labor - before the epidural. It wasn't as bad as all those movies made it out to be and I'm glad that I had educated myself enough to know what was going on. I felt totally in control of the experience and feel very fortunate that we had good people around us giving us the care we needed. I can only hope that future pregnancies and deliveries go as well.

Up, Up & Losing My Mind

2010-08-04T22:03:00.000-07:00

Being up at 2:30AM is not what it used to be. I'm so glad that I have a fun phone to connect with Facebook groupies (aka: other new moms who are awake doing the same thing in the middle of the night as me). I love being able to spend this quality time with my daughter. But I also miss sleep. I think my brain has given up... Lack of sleep has turned me into a bumbling moron. A happy one, though!
I'm loving life these days

Photos Galore!

2010-07-30T21:32:00.000-07:00

Hi Grandma and Great-Grandma!

Blair holding Morgan for the first time.

Angel face!

Feed me or no one sleeps!

Burp time!

Snug as a bug in a rug!

Smiling in our sleep!

Waking up is soooo hard...

Mom & Dad with me in the nursery.

The HAPPY FAMILY!

Welcome To The World

2010-07-29T14:32:00.000-07:00

Our daughter, Morgan, was born July 17th at 2:10pm. She weighed 6 lbs 6 oz and was 19.75 inches long.

Mom, dad, and baby are all doing well. Birth story still to come... but I've got my hands full at the moment.

Holding Close

2010-07-10T23:27:00.000-07:00

Since my friend, Tom, passed away nearly a month ago, I have been more aware of the people and blessings in my life. There are moments when I think of him and his family... nothing specific, just thoughts of them. I've been drawn to Tom's wife's blog posts, FB posts, and other updates. From a distance, I have tried to connect to the family and offer virtual-hugs or just simple words of support. I don't know if it makes any difference; maybe it's just part of my way of coping.

I hate that this has happened. Trying to find any sort of silver lining is impossible. I want to take things and hold them closer as if to never let them fade away. I often find myself staring at my husband a little longer than usual; hugging or touching him more than I did before; appreciating what we have and what is to come. Everyday that he leaves for work, I remind him to "drive safely" - not really knowing if he listens to me or if he understands why I say it.

I wish there were better words to express the range of emotions that I've been feeling, lately. I'm sure my hormones are no help in that department. One moment I'm sad and pensive, the next I'm filled with love and excitement, and then I feel totally anxious. (Then my boobs leak and I'm brought back to reality.)

Tonight I'm feeling very fortunate to have great love in my life. My dog and my husband are fast asleep in the living room and it's taking all I have not to take pictures of them and post them for all to see. I love my little family; there is nowhere in the whole world that I would rather be than right here, right now, with them.

In A Few Weeks

2010-07-07T19:38:00.000-07:00

In less than three weeks, our lives will change FOREVER. Our baby is due to arrive on July 25th (one day before my birthday!) and the day couldn't be here sooner! I'm so excited (and honestly, soooo very uncomfortable) that I can hardly wait. We have been working hard to get the condo ready and are almost there... a few minor adjustments and purchases and we'll be set. Although, if the baby made an appearance tonight, we would be ready.

I was hoping to have a few baby shower pictures to post, but I forgot to take some and haven't gotten any from family or friends. I'm sure they will appear and I'll update the blog when they get here.

Wish us luck as the days to PARENTHOOD loom. We're just so excited!!!

July 4th, 2010

2010-07-04T23:28:00.000-07:00

Happy 4th of July!

Out Of The Dark Ages

2010-07-01T22:42:00.000-07:00

I finally updated my phone. I'm now an iPhone user... and am feeling very technologically-challenged. Weren't phones simple not long ago? Weren't they used for calling people? Oh, I know, silly me!

I've downloaded a few apps but haven't done much else. Today I couldn't resist taking this photo of Bailey:

She's adorable, don't you think?

Tom Coleman

2010-06-11T11:39:00.000-07:00

This is a sad day.

A very good friend has passed away and I’m struggling to find words to express my grief. Tom Coleman was a good person. He made me laugh. There are too many memories and there weren’t enough hugs.

Tom is the brother of my ex-boyfriend and is the best-friend of my cousin, John. We spent a fair amount of time together through high school and the few years afterward. I re-connected with him a couple of years ago at a birthday party and got a chance to meet his wife. Tom (or “Tommy”) was so special and will be missed by so many. I just can’t believe he’s gone...

I'm having a hard time dealing with his death. I cannot imagine the pain and numbness that his wife and two young children must be going through. In a moment, someone can be taken from us, senselessly, and what can we do?

Tom, you will be so missed. You have an extraordinary family and there are good people around to make sure that they are well cared for. I will never forget your friendship and the many good times we shared. I hope you meet your dad in Heaven and have a good laugh together.

The fragility of LIFE becomes magnified when it hits so close to home. It's a gentle reminder of how precious we all are - that we are not insignificant - that every moment we share together should be cherished.

There is much more to say, I’m sure. Right now, it’s just too hard to find the right words. I’m an emotional mess. Sometimes writing is cathartic. Today, words are too elusive.

I'm just so sad.

Which Came First - 33 Weeks Pregnant Or The Card?

2010-06-10T14:56:00.000-07:00

Precious Moments

2010-06-09T10:32:00.000-07:00

There are moments in life when I ask God to take a picture because I never want to forget it. I've had many of these over the last year - getting married, traveling, spending time with good friends, cuddling with Bailey, watching our baby move in my tummy, and more. But the other night really took me by surprise.

Blair usually comes home around dinner time while I'm trying to put out flames in the kitchen. (It's an art, really.) He will walk in, take off his tie, play with the dog, and settle in near the TV. I let him have some down-time before asking about his day and starting our normal evening conversation. So the other night should not have been any exception which is why it took me by surprise when he changed the routine. He walked through the door and went straight to the stereo to plug-in the Ipod. I was still working in the kitchen (those flames sometimes get high) and wasn't really paying attention to what he was up to. He asked me to come over to the living room and that's when he put on my favorite song. He wrapped me in an embrace and we danced...

It was one of the sweetest moments. I guess those unexpected, special, quiet times are among my favorite. They remind me that life is often about living in the present and not necessarily planning for the future.

And now, as I write this, Bailey is curled up by my side in dreamland while our baby is making waves of my tummy. WONDERFUL.

Babymoon photos!

2010-06-04T12:58:00.000-07:00

We had a wonderful dinner at Morton's Steakhouse in the Gaslamp district of San Diego last Saturday night. The food was amazing! You could have rolled us back to the hotel, afterward; we were so stuffed! It was good that we did a lot of walking on this trip as we both ate a lot.

We spent Thursday at the Wild Animal Park. This guy gives new meaning to "cat nap."

My favorite jungle-man! Grrrrr...

This photo is sort of dark, but can you see how big my belly is? I'm almost as big as that lion sleeping on the car behind us!

It's awesome how close they allow visitors to get to the animals.

This baby elephant was only 15-days old - soooo cute!

We had lunch in Old Town on Friday. It was such a beautiful few days and we were so lucky to have this special time together!

I Just Have A Lot To Do!

2010-06-01T14:10:00.000-07:00

I owe this blog some pictures. I will try to get those up soon, I promise. For now, I have a ton of laundry to do, a dog to groom, shopping to do, a baby shower to plan, a baby room to get ready, and a doctor's appointment in a couple of hours. (I will see my doc much more frequently now...) Stay tuned, as I will be back shortly.

PS - The BABYMOON was fantastic!

BABYMOON

2010-05-26T11:51:00.000-07:00

Our last "hurrah" as a couple, without a kid, is quickly approaching. We are taking a mini-vacation before the many sleepless nights that usually accompany a newborn baby. Our doctor said that we couldn't travel far (I guess being 31-weeks pregnant means that ANYTHING can happen at this point!) so we will be staying relatively close to home. I'm soooo excited to have a few days with my husband to unwind, relax, enjoy romance, and enjoy some well-deserved pampering.

We plan to take a few pics of our vacation and I'll be sure to post them.

To Anonymous

2010-05-25T23:28:00.000-07:00

I've been asked to write a bit more about how and why I got into college admissions, ten years ago.

Frankly, I think most admission counselors have a similar story - none of us ever grew up wanting to do that type of work. Instead, its something you sort of fall into. For me, I had a great college experience. I was really involved in a lot of activities and had a lot of pride for my school. Even though I was a television production major (and loved every minute of it!), I knew that it wasn't a profession I would pursue after graduation. I had an amazing internship at NBC and loved working in "the biz" but there was a lot of instability that came with that career. -Instability is not for me. So, I started looking toward those things that I enjoyed. Again, being involved in so many college activities, I figured WHY LEAVE? I knew a lot of the administration and would talk with them about their jobs and how they got into it. I thought that I would try to pursue a career in student activities on a college campus but didn't really know where to begin.

The summer after graduation, I was still working for my alma mater as a summer orientation leader. Lucky for me, my boss had a husband who happened to work for a school that was looking for someone to work in their admission office. He told me about the job, invited me to visit the school and the next thing I knew, I was sitting in an interview with the Dean of Admission & Financial Aid. Sitting there, I knew it was the right thing and I knew it would be in my blood for a long time to come. I worked at that job for five years and I still think it's the best job I've ever had. I learned a great deal about myself, about the educational field as a whole, about people, about communication, about empathy, and about building a thick skin. I credit a lot of my success and my professional growth to my boss. She was a tremendous mentor to me and taught me the skills that are necessary to be a good counselor and leader. She was also a great advocate of mine and gave me opportunities to stretch and grow. I still consider her a great friend and hope that I have a chance to work with her again someday.

By the way, as an early twenty-something year-old, working in college admissions is a great career. It offers an opportunity to meet some amazing people, travel the country (or internationally!), refine communication skills, and enjoy job benefits (health insurance, retirement plan, etc.). At that time in my life, I was ready to explore the world and be a bit selfish with my life. I figured I should get all of that out of my system before "settling down" and taking on those adult responsibilities. I'm really glad that I did - I have no regrets now and think I had a FABULOUS time along the way. I appreciate that my husband had the same philosophy... we look at each other and know that we can grow together as a couple while still keeping part of our individuality.

As far as advice goes on interviewing, writing a cover letter and/or resume, and building a portfolio, there is MUCH to discuss... too much to put in a post. I think that's part of the counseling aspect that should be personalized - there is no standard interview, letter or document that is a "one size fits all". Each school, just like each job, is different. I think we need to be thoughtful about what our talents are and how we can look to grow while also contributing to an organization. I could go on and on about this...

I hope to work again, sometime soon, in the realm of college counseling. I'm looking to work at the secondary school level where I hope I can help high-school aged students in their educational journey. It's what inspires me the most and gives me a sense of job-related satisfaction at the end of the day.

For now, Anonymous, I hope this is enough to help you begin to find yourself. The journey of self-discovery is a life-long process... the first step is to find something that makes you happy. Life often takes twists and turns that are unpredictable; it's about enjoying the ride and not getting too entrenched in the destination.

Dear Baby

2010-05-13T19:10:00.000-07:00

Dear Baby,

Last weekend, your daddy and I bought a "My Baby Book" for you which allows us to document a lot of this pregnancy and the first few years of your life. We were excited to start working on it - daddy even wrote you a letter that was so sweet and special! I did, too. But, tonight, I want to write you a note to tell you what's been going on between the two of us: mommy and baby.

The last few weeks you have been very active. You like to lie on my right side but I think the last few days have been a growth-spurt because I'm starting to feel more movement on BOTH sides at the same time. My belly is getting bigger which means that you are getting bigger. Your 4D ultrasound revealed that you are a little bigger than average at this stage - I think that's a healthy sign.

Our next doctor's appointment is on Monday. (Daddy has been a real supporter in all of this - going to each and every appointment with me.) I love to catch up with Vicky the nurse and to hear the doctor say that "everything looks good."

I "wear" you with pride. You look good on me, kid, and I can't help but think how beautiful this pregnancy is. I will often spend time looking at us in the mirror and I marvel at how special and lovely this time is for me and your daddy. We love you, so much, and are excited to be your parents. We love to talk to you and sing to you. When you're having an especially active evening, your daddy will put his hand on my tummy and tell you to quiet down so mommy can get some sleep. Sometimes it works... sometimes not.

Daddy and I are working on getting your room ready. We have some furniture moved in and I'm on the hunt for sheets and decor items. We will put together the crib this weekend (did I tell you that this is the same crib I had when I was a baby?). We are so thankful to grandma and grandpa for keeping such good care of the furniture over the years that now you can enjoy it, too! I hope you find your room comfortable and a place you feel safe.

We finished our Lamaze classes last night and are now officially certified. -Which is funny, because certified or not, this is happening! We have packed our "goody bag" for the hospital and just need to pack some overnight clothes before we are birth-ready. I'll be honest, the whole birth part has me a little anxious but I'm trying to keep a positive attitude and I pray that everything will go well. You have a hard job, too, I know. But when all is said and done, the three of us will be together and it will be a love-fest!

So, my little one, all is well. I love feeling you grow inside me - even now, you're rolling around like a champ! You're a wonderful baby and your dad and I are so proud to be welcoming you into this world.

Love,
Mommy

Hello Baby!

2010-05-02T21:32:00.000-07:00

The most beautiful smile that I've ever seen!

A Pregnancy Poem

2010-04-27T11:59:00.000-07:00

I'm feeling as big as a bear,

With just no balance to spare.

This morning I slipped on a stair,

And fell on my derriere.

Today officially marks the beginning of our third trimester. HOORAY!

Consequently, it also marks the day that I'm a klutz - I fell on the stairs this morning. Everything is fine (well, my butt hurts a little) and I have to remember that my center of gravity is shifting. It's so hard to remember just how BIG I am!

Preggo Pics

2010-04-19T13:26:00.000-07:00

My mom took some photos of me this past weekend... We are nearly 26 weeks preggo!

Frequent Pose

2010-04-15T15:33:00.000-07:00

The baby moves a lot. Often when s/he kicks or punches or tumbles around, I'll put my hand on my tummy... almost as if I could soothe the baby into slumber. I took this photo using my cell phone (which is why my left hand looks like my right). We're 25 weeks now and getting BIGGER...

Daily Dose Of Cuteness

2010-04-14T17:58:00.000-07:00

Up Past My Bedtime

2010-03-28T00:54:00.001-07:00

It's nearly 1:00AM and I can't sleep. With the exception of the television show, Cheaters, there is nothing good happening at this hour of the morning. Ugh, this is so frustrating. My husband and my dog are both snoring. Yet, the baby has decided to take up kick boxing. I'm jealous of everyone in dreamland right now.

Twiddling thumbs...

Quality Time

2010-03-24T21:49:00.000-07:00

Last week, I had the pleasure of going up to San Francisco to visit with my grandparents. I honestly think the weather was the most beautiful and most enjoyable that I can remember. It was so nice to spend some quality time with them - just like when I was a kid. Seems that some of the simplest of pleasures are the most treasured these days.

We had the opportunity to have leisurely lunches and enjoy each other's company; it was great!

And enjoy the view!

I even got to spend a day visiting with the cutest little girls in the world!

It was such a great week and I'm so thankful that I got to go. The next time I'll see these happy faces (in person), I will be a new mom!

19-Week Ultrasound Pics!

2010-03-04T19:58:00.000-08:00

This first one is of the baby from the side. You can distinctly see the features of the face (profile); cute nose and daddy's chin.

This second one is more striking. You can really see the baby's eyes, nose, and hemispheres of the brain. It also looks like the baby is "waving" at us with his/her left hand! Getting these pictures was no easy feat - we definitely have an active little one. Now we just can't wait to meet him/her!!!

Muffin Thief

2010-02-26T11:49:00.000-08:00

Blair gave Bailey a stale muffin from the fridge. She immediately went to work on finding a good hiding place for it. As the funny parents we are, we would "find" the muffin and leave it to her to search for another hiding spot. She's so discreet - hiding it under the dining room table, hiding it behind doors, hiding it in the corner of the living room, etc. Blair caught this picture of her as she scoped out the bathroom.

Accomplished

2010-02-22T22:28:00.000-08:00

Over the weekend, my greatest accomplishment was finishing the 500-piece black and white puzzle that I was working on.

(Oh, and dispensing sage advice to a friend upset over a dumb guy.) Yeah, that's how exciting my life has become.

But today, Blair took the day off and we got a lot done. Granted, they were all errands (bank, hardware store, applying for a job, baby furniture shopping, oil change in the car, visit to a big chain store, visit to another big chain store, lunch, getting the dog's nails trimmed, and taking the dog to the park). Having something to do in my day (besides dancing around the house, singing to the baby) gives me great satisfaction and finding an excuse just to put make-up on is thrilling... I never thought I would say something so ridiculous. I remember when putting on make-up (and clothes!) was a chore. Am I pathetic, or what?

Bailey is keeping me company while trying to think up reasons to leave the house again this week - beyond just checking the mail. Can you say: CUTENESS!

Shucks

2010-02-15T23:05:00.000-08:00

I'm sad. There were two jobs that were going to be really great - especially with the baby coming - and now they're gone. Feels like over the past six months, all the jobs that I've been >this close< to getting have fallen through the cracks. For some reason or another, finding another job has NOT been easy and I even question whether or not quitting was the right decision. Blah, blah, blah the job market sucks. And blah, blah, blah, that old boss was the bitch of the century. Blah, blah this and that. How are we ever going to afford a real house? And how are we going to provide for this precious cargo that's swimming in my belly?

Crying doesn't seem to do any good. Wallowing in self-pity isn't working, either. Time to start seriously thinking outside the box, I guess...

My Resume Is Ready For Your Review

2010-02-08T21:32:00.000-08:00

Since quitting my job last November, I've been thinking about my next career move. As much as I would love to be a stay-at-home mom (the best and hardest job in the world!) I don't think we're going to be able to do that. It turns out that living in California is expensive and owning a nice home costs lots of moolah! So, I've been looking at different websites and have been thinking about what I'm good at. I even took a color profile test to tell me what jobs might be best suited for me. (Ironically, the test "told me" of jobs that I've already been doing or am interested in.) For the better part of the last decade, I've been in the business of education as a college administrator. But now, I'm not so sure that's what I want to keep doing. I love working with high school aged students and I love instilling a college-going culture in their schools. I would love to be a HS college counselor but don't have any experience of actually working in a HS. And now, with the baby on the way (due in July), I don't know who would hire me considering a lot of training and preparation would happen over summer.

I would love to write for a living but don't feel as though I have anything to say. I talk about my life, but honestly, it's not all that interesting. Remember those days when I used to be funny? Oh, those were good times...

So, if anyone has any ideas of what to pursue (or if you're hiring) please let me know!

Belly Buster

2010-02-05T12:17:00.000-08:00

Since we found out that we were pregnant, Blair and I have been over the moon HAPPY! We are sooo very excited to be taking this next step in our journey together and can't wait to welcome the little one. We're even talking and singing to the tummy! Even though I'm not far enough along to "feel" the baby, we are convinced that our baby will appreciate our new version of Michael Buble's song: "We just haven't met you yet!"

Although pending parenthood is exciting to think about and plan for, there are bumps in the road - pun intended. You see, I'm lucky to have a relatively good pregnancy so far... BUT... there are things. I pee all the time. I can't sleep comfortably. The inside of my legs hurt (I think it's because my pelvis is widening). My lower back often hurts (I hear this will get worse). The insides of my tummy hurt like the walls are stretching (which, they probably are). If I sit too long, my butt hurts. My hair texture is weird. My face has broken out and now resembles the surface of the moon. My boobs hurt - and whoa Nelly are they getting bigger! And the more information I read or get about pregnancy, the more and more I wonder "WHAT THE HELL WERE WE THINKING?" Don't get me started on labor/delivery.

I know I am supposed to be enjoying these 40 weeks and that this is a precious time in a young woman's life. Yes, all very true. I am so thankful that God has blessed us with this gift of life; this is truly a miracle. Just try explaining that to me when I've not had a good night's rest, can't fit into any of my clothes, have peed for the tenth time during the day and look like someone not-of-this-planet. Go on, I DARE YOU.

COMING THIS SUMMER!

2010-01-13T22:03:00.000-08:00

10 weeks

This was our first ultrasound. Half way through the tears of joy and giggles of excitement a little hand went up and seemingly "waved" at us! It was awesome! The baby was moving around and we saw arms and legs and the HEARTBEAT! It was going 170 beats per minute and hearing it made it that much more real. Before this, it seemed like just an abstract thought... but this made it REAL.

Mom and baby are doing well. Doctor says we are due at the end of July. We are all looking forward to sharing this part of our journey with you!

Welcome 2010!

2010-01-03T16:28:00.000-08:00

Our New Year started waaaay shy of a bang. In fact, we were >this close< to being the most boring couple during NYE in the history of boredom. We were beat out, though, by those who are six feet underground. And who knows, they may have been having a Dead Man's Party! Anyway, we were quiet and content with our emergence into the New Year. That will be the quietest part of the rest of year as we have BIG PLANS for 2010! Just wait, folks, just wait...

And so, another year begins. We are excited and anxious about the possibilities for what may come this year. We will celebrate me getting a job (at some point!), we will celebrate our first anniversary, we will eat cake, we will gain weight (and then lose it!), we will laugh, we will cry, and we will celebrate all that LIFE has given to us. I am determined to make this year great and memorable.

We look forward to continuing our journey together and sharing it with you!

Happy Chanukah & Merry Christmas To All!

2009-12-24T23:36:00.000-08:00

Around our house, we celebrate both Christian and Jewish holidays. So, since I didn't want to leave anyone out, Happy Chanukah and Merry Christmas!

Simple, Perfect Days

2009-12-15T22:18:00.000-08:00

I'm so lucky to have this time to get re-focused on Life, Love, and Happiness. I'm getting the purest joy in some of the most simple of activities - playing tug-of-war with Bailey, lunch with friends, cleaning the dishes, or whatever may come up that day! I'm really looking forward to getting a Christmas tree this week and decorating it. I told you, the SIMPLE things are awesome! All that I could have wanted for my life is coming true and I'm just so happy.

This year, all I want for Christmas is what I already have.

Winter Is Coming

2009-11-30T15:41:00.000-08:00

The air is crisp and cool. The leaves have changed to bright colors of red, yellow, gold, and purple. I love this time of year. We got a little bit of rain over the weekend and now I'm looking forward to the joys of winter! (And so is Bailey!)

Thankful

2009-11-26T15:12:00.000-08:00

I am so thankful to have a wonderful family, friends, health, safety, peace of mind, love, and a happy future.

Wishing you and yours a very happy THANKSGIVING HOLIDAY!

Paige

2009-11-15T21:12:00.000-08:00

I'm a Godmother!

Isn't she beautiful? I just love this face.

Scary... Like More Than Just Halloween Scary!

2009-11-08T13:50:00.000-08:00

I am now without a job. My last day was Friday. The staff gave me a small party and friends came in to say their good-byes with cards, yummy food, beautiful flowers, and giant hugs.

I have mixed emotions. One the one hand, I'm glad that I have left a toxic situation where I was being set-up for failure. One the other hand, I am truly going to miss my friends and the good work that we were doing. I never wanted to go out like this and part of me feels as though I have given up. There were many political things happening and it was causing too much anxiety. My hair and eyelashes were falling out and there were too many tears being shed before I left the house in the morning... It's a relief to not have to worry about that any longer.

Now, though, there is the issue of not having a job. And this is a bad time for that! Taking into consideration that the economy sucks, that the holidays are approaching, that there are bills to pay, that we want to buy a house, that we want to start a family, and that it just takes money to live, we both need to work. I have all the confidence in the world that something will work out soon and I'm doing my best to look for jobs. But, it has to be the right fit!

So now, I am learning new cooking recipes, cleaning the house, and planning to get Bailey and me into better shape by going for walks! I'm going to find projects here and there to keep my days busy and have dinner waiting every night when Blair gets home. (Have I mentioned yet, just how much I love my husband and love being married to him?)

Keep fingers crossed that something works out! I'm sending positive vibes into the universe and any extra positive vibration is much appreciated!

Wedding Day

2009-10-25T10:48:00.000-07:00

Getting ready

Beautiful flower girls

The girls
The boys
Blair and his mom

Moments before walking down the aisle

A job well done

Waiting...

A once in a lifetime walk

So HAPPY

Proud Parents

Ceremony

Our vows were funny and heartfelt

Sealed with a kiss!

Married!

Photos by the beach

Mr. & Mrs.

Wedded bliss

Details

Our family

First dance as a married couple

Cake!
Dance with dad

A fun reception!

Thank you to our family and friends for making this day so special.
We are so happy and so in love!
And this is only the beginning!

Happy Five Years, Blog

2009-10-24T20:23:00.000-07:00

It has been five wonderful years that I've had my Blog. I love my Blog. In some ways, writing on Blog is a sense of coming home. Yet, I love the freedom that Blog gives me. Blog is like a good friend who I can share the most intimate of stories with and cuss like a sailor with. If Blog could drink, Blog would have gin and tonic. Blog does not judge; Blog only listens. Blog shares old memories and celebrates milestones. Blog welcomes new friends but keeps the old. Blog shares photos. Blog allows me to say anything. Blog is faithful. Blog is personal. And Blog is mine.

Five wonderful years of blogging. I can't wait for what the next five will hold!

Changes

2009-10-21T17:03:00.000-07:00

Well, aside from the big name change (which is a looooong process!), there are other changes on the horizon too!

I will soon be looking for other employment opportunities. My time being the Director of Admission has come to an end and I'm grateful for the growth that I experienced in the position. However, my true passion is working with a much different population of students. I'm very hopeful that something will surface soon - I'm really looking for the "right fit" in my next career step. I'm totally open to doing something different, too, as long as it's not sales and doesn't involve a pole. As much as I love writing my blog, I don't think it's going to pay the bills...

This career move doesn't exactly come at the best time. Blair and I were hoping to buy a house and start a family in the near future - I guess all of that gets to be placed on HOLD. Plus, there are the holidays to think about ($$$) and bills to pay ($$$) and groceries to buy ($$$) and, you know, STUFF ($$$). I feel really guilty about making the decision to resign, but some things just have to be done. No risk, no reward, right?

So, if anyone is hiring, please consider me for your available position. My resume is excellent and my writing abilities speak for themselves (wait a minute...). I attended Harvard, so there's that... Oh, and I'm totally loyal to the organization that I represent. I adapt well and am a quick-learner. I'm good at communication and can give one great presentation. References are available. And, I've got a winning smile! YOU CAN'T GO WRONG!

From Miss to Mrs.

2009-09-21T12:40:00.000-07:00

The transformation that goes into making one a "Mrs." is more complicated than one might think. But before I get into all that, let me take you back... It all started a long time ago with a girl named Jessica...

I started this blog as a way to chronicle my life as a seemingly normal girl living in Southern California and dealing with the ups and downs of finding Mr. Right. There were a few other posts that were added just to give it the right about of spice. For the most part, it's been a fun on-line diary and has somewhat morphed into a way to keep my friends/family updated with what's going on in my life. But I never lost that original intention ... to find Mr. Right.

The journey of getting engaged and planning a wedding is one that I will never forget. I loved being a fiancee and I loved getting ready for the biggest day of my life. There were definitely some stressful moments of sorting details, making decisions, staying close to budget, and negotiating with vendors. But, overall, it was a fun experience and we never lost sight of what was most important - the MARRIAGE.

Our last few days of single-hood found us staying up late nights and doing last-minute details. Printing the table numbers, arranging the seating chart, tying up the programs, and buying the favors had us up to 3 AM one night; with work the next day. There was nothing sexy about that but it was worth it. I had decided to take two days off prior to the wedding and honeymoon. Those two days were mildly crazy... My best-friend flew in and helped me keep my head on straight. I had already packed up and locked the house before picking her up from the airport but as soon as that was done, I seemed to have lost my mind. I was thankful that she was there to answer simple questions for me and keep me focused on enjoying every moment of each day. And enjoy, I did! There were so many special moments in those last couple of days... sitting/crying with my grandfather in my parent's living room, opening sentimental gifts from loved ones, practicing make-up with my sister-in-law, tying ribbons on the floor for the programs, getting my hair done (AGAIN), eating good food, talking past midnight with my best-friend, getting nails done with my bridesmaids, smiling more than I can ever remember, getting text messages from friends wishing me well, paying closer attention to the sunset, holding hands with Blair, meeting new family members, playing with the cutest little girls I've ever known, hugging my friends, and just being soooo thankful that LIFE had given me the best gift of all: LOVE.

My wedding day was nothing short of AWESOME! The magic that went into that day and the fun that everyone had was just what I wanted. Not to mention the fact that it was the most elegant and beautiful wedding I've ever seen. I LOVED my wedding day and couldn't imagine anything better.

And now that it's over, our life begins as an old married couple. YAY!!! Along with the laborious task of writing thank-you notes, I'm now in the process of going through that glorious transformation of changing my name. UGH!!! There's so much to do and it's going to take a loooong time to get it all done. What really blows is that all this stuff has to be done in person and not on-line! That means long lines at Social Security, the DMV (nooooo!!!!) and the bank. That also means lots of paperwork. A five-page form here and a three-page form there. Oh, and learning how to sign my name with a NEW name. But, again, it's worth it!

I never knew it could feel so good to go from Miss to Mrs. but I wouldn't trade it for the world. I'm totally in love with my husband and am so happy that we get to continue our path as partners. -Even coming home from our honeymoon, we talked about how awesome our wedding was and all I could think about was: I get to go home with him - always! I love being a wife.

Thanks for reading and being part of this process. As I wander through this life, I'm often reminded of just how lucky I am... I'm truly loved.

P.S. -- So now comes the question of what to do with this blog. Since my original intention was met - I've found Mr. Right - do I keep writing about parts of my life on Most Normal Girl? Or, do WE begin a new blog that documents our journey as a couple? ...Haven't quite decided... Any thoughts that you might have are welcome!

The Time Has Arrived

2009-09-04T23:57:00.000-07:00

Tomorrow, I get married. All that could have been done and planned is behind me; my job now is to enjoy the day, remember to breathe, and have fun. (Like skydiving!)

Here we go...

Nailed It!

2009-09-01T18:26:00.000-07:00

"That's what she said!"

Countdown

2009-08-27T12:11:00.000-07:00

I'm getting married in 9 days! And wow, what a flurry of activity in our lives. I think when the world begins to spin too fast, somehow and for some reason, the universe reminds us to STOP. That happened to me just yesterday when something (bee? wasp? mini-harpoon?) stung me on the side/bottom of my foot. It felt like a piece of glass pierced through me and every step hurt worse than the last.

Anyway, the wedding plans have not stopped. There are programs to be printed, table assignments to be folded, favors to be put together, gifts to wrap, speeches to write, meetings to attend, weight to be lost, photos that need frames and a whole laundry list of details to be checked off. But we're getting there... It all needs to happen in the next few days and I'm confident it will get done!

There are other "things" that are happening but I can't talk about them just yet. So, everyone, send positive vibes out there for the next week and a half as all this busy-ness (and EXCITEMENT) gets a little more settled.

And Then There Was Another Birthday

2009-07-26T23:50:00.000-07:00

...And so I turned 31 today. Nothing even comes close to last year's big events, but we had a good day nonetheless:

We slept in late, then got brunch at one of our favorite restaurants, went to the mall where he bought me a beautiful new watch, went down to Manhattan Beach (site of the wedding) for dinner and ended the day playing with the dog.

I'm totally in my early-thirties... SIGH.

Car Full O'Crap

2009-07-16T20:25:00.000-07:00

It seems that when you're getting married, there is always a ton of stuff to carry around. I don't even know what it all is, or why I feel I need all with me 24/7, BUT I DO. My car has become my temporary office chalk full of wedding magazines, shoes, my veil, cards, folders, letters, and papers, PAPERS, PAPERS, ALL THE PAPERS! Seriously, I don't know where it all came from.

In some weird way, I'm not embarrassed about this at all. She who used to be Miss Anal about cleanliness has the most cluttered car this side of the Mississippi. When people get in, I don't mind saying "I'm getting married" which seemingly gets immediate acceptance and understanding. Then we all throw the shit into the back seat... A treasure-hunt is in my future. Oh, that's where that picture frame went!

I think that I will rent out trunk space to anyone who might need it after the wedding. Now accepting bids.

LEEP Of Faith (Or Torture, You Decide)

2009-07-09T08:53:00.000-07:00

I've been debating whether or not to post about this and have come to the conclusion that I should. So here, Internet, is the juicy details of what happened on Tuesday.

The day started great, actually! Blair and I both needed to have the day off and since my surgery wasn't scheduled until the afternoon, we decided to go down to the County Records Office and get our marriage license. -One of those things that needs to be done within 90 days of the wedding and can only be done M-F, during business hours. Who knew that it would take TWO HOURS of standing in line to get that piece of paper? By the time we got up to the window, I was ready for a nap. Anyway, that was done and now things are feeling more official - my new name is even printed at the bottom.

We had a quick bite to eat and then headed to the doc's office.

I was told to arrive an hour early so they could give me a mild sedative. We arrived earlier than that and I was very clear to the nurse: GIVE ME ALL THE DRUGS YOU HAVE TO KNOCK ME OUT in other words I DON'T WANT TO FEEL ANY PAIN OF ANY KIND. She heard me. And said this one little pill should do the trick; she would be back to check on me.

Have you ever been lied to but didn't know it? I first started getting suspicious of my nurse when she came back to check on me and I looked "happy." Yeah, I felt normal. What was that pill supposed to do, again? She said she would check with the doctor to get me something more. When she came back empty handed, she assured me that the doctor just wanted me relaxed and everything should be just fine. That was a lie; only, we didn't know it then.

By the time we got around to going into the surgical room, I assured Blair that I would be fine and he could wait outside. I got undressed and got into the position with those stirrups. There is no better way to make a woman feel vulnerable than to have her lie down on an elevated bed with her butt at the end of the table, spread eagle. If my vag could talk, it might just say HELLO, WORLD - TAKE A LOOK AT ME IN MY FULL GLORY; I'M A SEXY BEAST, DON'T YOU THINK? And when the doctor actually sits in his chair to check out that vag, he pulls apart your knees and dives right in. Ah, there is absolute humility in the Ob/Gyn Office.

So there we are: me, the doc and the nurse who lies. I asked the doctor a few questions before we got started and REITERATED my point: PLEASE, NO PAIN. The doctor said he would give me a couple of shots to numb the area and that should be the worst of it. Okay... I braced myself. Shot one - a pinch, a sting, but tolerable. Shot two - same. At this point, I'm figuring that if that was the worst, the rest should be clear and easy sailing. Now I'm lying to myself.

We're ready to begin the procedure. I had examined all the tools prior to undressing and figured I had educated myself enough about what was going to happen that all I had to do was close my eyes and wait for it to be over. The machines were making loud noises and I figured I would feel a little pressure. The doctor asked me if I felt this (no) how about that (no). Cool. I was numb.

He told me he was going to start. ...And then he did... AND THAT WAS WHEN I FELT THE WORST PAIN OF MY LIFE. If I could have, I would have flown off that table. Actually, I sort of did because he told me to not jump. I have never felt my insides being cut like that and let me tell you, I hope I never do again. To give you a sense of what was happening: imagine a cheese slicer that is cutting your raw flesh ON THE INSIDE OF YOUR VAG. Holy hell, it hurt... My face was contorting in ways I didn't know faces could contort. I was saying things and making sounds that had never come from me before. My teeth were clinched so tight and my veins in my neck were bulging that I thought they might pop out and spray that white surgical room with Pollock-style red dots. DO YOU SEE MY EXPRESSIONISM, DOC, DO YOU?!

After the first cut, I was done. I didn't want to do this anymore, just count me out. But, oh, how we weren't done. Again, more pain. This time I had to ask him to please please stop because it hurt too much. I asked for more drugs, anything to stop this immense pain. He just started up again. What made it even worse was that after the first two go-arounds, I heard a loud beep when the tool was to start cutting again. So now I KNEW when the pain was coming. Nothing like that half-second anticipation of knowing my insides would be shredded to relax all that tension.

Four times the doctor put me through hell. And in all likelihood, it lasted mere seconds but I swear it felt like hours. It was misery, people!

After that, he had to put on the medicine and clean everything up in there. By that time, I really didn't care - the pain was over. I was crying uncontrollably and my legs were shaking. The nurse was caressing my feet, which were ice cold, and giving me tissues for my tears. All I wanted was to be left alone. They had both lied about the pain -no, TORTURE- and didn't knock me out like I had wanted. They were lying liars who lie.

They left me alone for about five minutes to lay on the table and relax. The nurse came back with Advil to help the cramping that had now started. I wanted to punch her and tell her to get me morphine with a bottle of Vodka. But I took the Advil. The cramping did not subside.

The nurse showed me the flesh that was removed. It was about a quarter-size around and about two centimeters thick. It looked like a piece of meat floating in a sterile cup. I would hate to be the bastard that had this ripped from his body - OH, WAIT.

When I was ready to get up and get dressed, I started to reason with myself. I'm not dead. This procedure had to be done. The torture was over and I should never have to go through it again. I can stand on my own two feet (which were still ice cold) and I can walk outside. So I did - I walked right out to Blair who enveloped me in a great big hug. I just wanted to go home. I felt like hell and knew I looked about the same.

On the drive home, I recapped the gory details for Blair's listening pleasure. I was surprised that he had not heard the screams coming from the room... was I really not as loud as I thought I was? Anyway, when we got home we found some vicodin that I had saved from last summer's painful ordeal. Even that didn't help the cramping, but at least it was tolerable.

Now that it's all over, I want to express the importance of getting regular check-ups from the doctor. Although not fun, getting a pap and following-up with your doctor is critically important. This ordeal has been a long time coming and with constant monitoring from my doctors, we caught it before it turned into cervical cancer. I will still need to be checked every six months until my cells are "normal" but the prognosis is good.

As for family planning, I guess we will have to wait and see. The biggest risk is not being able to carry to full-term... but anything is possible. That's neither here nor there at this point, so there's no sense in stressing over it. I remain hopefully optimistic that nature will find a way.

For more information on this procedure and to learn more about cervical cancer, please click HERE.

Middle Of The Night

2009-07-03T01:12:00.000-07:00

It's the middle of the night and I have just finished addressing, stamping, folding and stuffing 70 wedding invitations. Hallelujah! I'm so excited to pop these babies in the mail and see them return to me with YES or NO all over them. Yes, the wedding plans march on... only 64 days to go - but who is REALLY counting?

I've loved this process so much and with it, I've fallen in love with my fiance all over again. These past 11 months of being engaged have been such fun - with some trying times around us. We championed through everything together, and for it, I'm so thankful. We make a great team and I know that joining our lives IN JUST 64 DAYS will be a truly special occasion.

That being said, Blair and I are about to face another trying journey. The little test that I posted about last time is bringing me in for surgery this Tuesday. While we're being totally optimistic, I think we're both nervous... anxious... worried... But at least we're in it together.

When the house is quiet and our little family sleeps, it's peaceful. These moments are rare. I guess I like these moments best if only to appreciate how lucky we are. And it's only going to get better... after Tuesday.

Feeling Funny...

2009-06-25T16:16:00.001-07:00

I had to go to the doctor last week for a special test. I hate special tests; especially the kind that don't make you feel so special.

The results came back today and it wasn't the best news. I heard words, but could barely assemble meaning: Abnormal cells. Severe. Remove tissue. Surgery required. Two-hours. Someone to drive. Recheck again in a month. Children...

I'm feeling emotional but also at a loss for words and understanding. I know this has to be done. I know that there is a 90%+ success rate that everything will get better. I know I have to think positive. I know, I know, I know - but, but, but...!!!

Need good vibes. A bottle of wine and cheery flowers would help, too.

Professional Refresh

2009-06-11T18:27:00.000-07:00

I'm at a regional conference that happens this year - every year. I LOVE COMING TO THIS as it is a way to reconnect to friends, colleagues, and others in my education industry. Not only do we all get updates about what's happening, but we get a chance to connect AND be silly (as us nerds love to do). Today was a great day - I learned about an economic forecast for the future of Higher Education, got a chance to talk with old friends, took the opportunity to network with good people, eat decent food, and do all those other conference "things" that we're not supposed to talk about. Good, good, good.

More than ever, I needed this to re-focus my passion towards my career. Sometimes life gets hectic and we forget why it is we do what we do (those long days can take their toll). But this was the boost that I was hoping to find... And it's all good...

I hope to share more later.

June Gloom

2009-06-07T09:50:00.000-07:00

June, in So. Cal., seems to always attract the marine layer (otherwise known as low clouds and fog). This year is no exception. In fact, this past week has brought a fair share of rain. It's not exactly cold but not exactly the warm welcome to Summer that you would expect for the month of June. Instead of cute dresses, I've been wearing jeans. Yesterday, at Blair's baseball game, the fans were cuddled under blankets - well, except that one girl who showed up in shorts and flip-flops; I guess she didn't get the weather memo.

June also seems to bring all the single-people to the surface. I have a few good friends who are on emotional roller coaster rides -- and everyone who is in the way gets steam-rolled! You see, the joys of a Spring Fling are short-lived when Summer approaches... And WOW, the devastation! As much as I try to remember those feelings of heartache, disappointment, loneliness, and emptiness, I WISH these friends would GROW from each experience. I feel like shouting "YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN THIS COMING! THIS HAPPENED LAST TIME! S/HE IS JUST NOT THAT INTO YOU!" Instead, I hold my tongue and lend a shoulder to cry on. I think there may be some resentment or jealousy toward other people who have found good relationships. Self-worth always becomes an issue in these conversations. ...UGH... I am trying to be sensitive.

And what's with all the dead bees? Has anyone else noticed the dead bees that seem to be piling up on the sidewalks? This past week, I counted no less than 10 bees who keeled over and died right there on the pavement. So sad! Poor bees! Is there something going on? Or is it that I'm just more aware of them, now that I've seen a few? In any case, it's weird...

And MORE Good News!

2009-05-27T12:26:00.000-07:00

My best friend delivered her third daughter on Monday night. The good news keeps coming!!!

Welcome, Paige Anderson!

Growing Family

2009-05-25T21:49:00.000-07:00

Last Thursday, my cousin Michelle gave birth to her first daughter - Riley Rene. She is a beautiful baby and my cousin is going to make for a wonderful mom. I'm so happy for her! This was definitely a long-awaited pregnancy and much-wanted baby. As soon as Michelle was married eight years ago, we all wondered how long would it be before kids entered the picture... After years of trying, years of tears, years of stress and sorrow, it happened. I am so happy for her and for our family.

Welcome, Baby Riley!

A Saturday of Wedding Stuff

2009-05-17T12:10:00.000-07:00

Yesterday Blair and I went out to get REGISTERED. This has been something I've always been looking forward to! It was like being a kid in a candy shop - looking at all the stuff and imagining the possibilities! The only problem is that there are two people involved in this process... two people with very different tastes and styles.

I suppose this is the beginning of many disagreements - apples or oranges, cotton or linen, classical or jazz... Wouldn't be easier if we could just have two houses next to each other and we visit each other? Living together has definitely taught us the value of compromise (over and over again!) but it would be nice to have one easy decision that we both mutually agree upon. Eh, I guess we have many years to figure that out.

I'm also working on a couple of wedding websites for family and friends to visit. If you're interested, check out THIS SITE or THIS ONE. They're both a work in constant progress - I'm not too tech savvy so there aren't any bells and whistles but they should give decent information.

We also chose our wedding invitations. Those should go into the mail in early July. For now, please SAVE THE DATES: July 11 and September 5.

There's so much to do and so little time. Every weekend is a precious and valuable opportunity to get things done. I often think about all that there is to do (finalize a florist, finish registering, buy a veil, pick the undergarments, order the bridesmaid dresses, pick out and order flower girl dresses, pick out and order the tuxedos, order shoes, figure out gifts, write cards, decide the music, practice dancing with my dad, plan the rehearsal dinner, practice make-up, practice hair, pick out wedding rings, write vows, plan the honeymoon, talk about ceremony with officiant, AND DON'T FORGET TO BREATHE). One thing at a time, right? YEAHHHH...

113 Days

2009-05-15T11:59:00.000-07:00

We're only a few months away from the wedding! I've started to work on a wedding website and plan to share it with close friends and family soon... so stay tuned! In the mean time, SAVE THE DATES - July 11 and September 5.

OTHER UPDATES

This week I've been at home with a bad case of vertigo. I've been really dizzy and have not had good balance - holding onto walls for support. The doctor says its positional vertigo. There is a head-excercise that I've been doing with Blair's help and that seems to help (a little). I have also been given a medicine that is supposed to help with nausea. So far, nothing seems to be working all that great. I'm still dizzy and not feeling my best.

Because of the vertigo, we missed Mother's Day and my cousin's graduation. I feel awful about it - I was really looking forward to some quality family time. Make-up celebrations are still up in the air; hope to figure it out soon!

Blair's "news" at work is still pending. We're hoping to know more by Monday...

My cousin and my best-friend are both due with their babies next week! I'm very excited and am looking forward to meeting the new little girls.

Bailey is still WONDERFUL and silly. Here's a recent photo of our pooch...

Engagement Photos!

2009-05-14T21:13:00.000-07:00

Our pictures from our engagement session are below. It was a fun day and we got some really nice shots!

Wedding Planning Update

2009-04-11T15:25:00.001-07:00

Yesterday was a productive wedding-planning day. In a full day of activities, we managed to taste a few flavors of cake and place our wedding order, meet with a florsit and decide on our flowers, taste the food options for our dinner menu, and do a bit of wine-tasting. It was SO GREAT to get things checked off the list. -Not to mention that it was a day of good food!

There are still plenty of things to be done. If anyone knows of a really great DJ, let us know!

We are less than five months away from our BIG DAY. The pieces are beginning to fall into place! YAY!

Lazy Day

2009-03-29T23:35:00.000-07:00

Cinderella Can Suck It

2009-03-09T20:38:00.000-07:00

I love Disney and I love the characters that Walt & Friends have created.

But as far as I'm concerned, I'm going to be the prettiest princess EVER on my wedding day. (Take THAT Snow White! In your FACE Sleeping Beauty!) My dress came in and I was able to pick it up this past Saturday... To say the least, it's prettier than I remembered!

I stood there, in front of the mirror, looking at myself and thinking this is real; now I get to wear the dress. For someone who thought (for a long time) that this day might not come, it was a bigger deal than I let on to my mom and bridesmaids who were with me. A rush of emotion came over me but all I could do was giggle and ask WHAT NOW? Our wedding is still six months away and I have to wait THAT LONG to put on the dress! UGH, this may be the best kind of torture there is!

When I was a kid, there was a standard measure of a good dress: how high does the skirt go up when I spin around in circles? The higher, the better. This standard has not worn off over the years... This past Saturday, when my bridesmaids were looking at dresses in the store, my mom and I went into the dressing room to start to put on the wedding dress. I had to first put on the petticoat/underskirt and as soon as it was on, the twirling began. I haven't done that in YEARS and it felt so good! From my perspective, it was a beautiful sight - just to watch the air rise from under the skirt and lift it to a low spinning cloud of white... MAGIC, I TELL YOU.

I doubt I'll have a chance to twirl or spin on my BIG DAY, but to do it in that dressing room with my mom at my side made me feel five again. The giddiness continues...

First Photo Session

2009-03-01T21:43:00.000-08:00

Yesterday Blair and I had our engagement photo session. IT WAS SO MUCH FUN! Our photographer suggested heading up to the snow for a couple of hours of silly fun (and maybe a few romantic moments, too). Indeed, it was more than we thought!

We spent about 4 hours in a town near Big Bear Lake; in two different locations. The first was in a woodsy clearing, near a creek, with a beautiful bridge. It was an amazing setting against a beautiful backdrop. The sky, too, seemed a bit brighter than normal. Our second spot was truly in the snow. We nearly froze our asses off and everyone agreed that our feet going numb was well-worth the opportunity to get some gorgeous pics. I only hope...

Our photographer is trying new photography that he calls "fusion photography." It is a blend of still and moving shots. It's not quite videography, but a close variation. For the first time ever, Blair and I were interviewed about how we felt toward one another. Not being prepared for this made the moment raw and real... Sitting there, talking about how we felt, I was never so in love with my fiance. This, after thrown several snowballs at each other and being completely wet from head to toe!

The added bonus of our perfect day was bringing Bailey along! This was her first trip up to the snow and she was HILARIOUS. Bailey absolutely loves the snow and she was a bundle of energy hopping through and crashing face-first when it got too deep. We fed her snowballs to eat; if dogs could grin, she was smiling ear to ear!

I can't wait to see our pictures and will share a few at the first opportunity! (UPDATE: See the post of 5/14/09 for the pics!)

Tired

2009-02-14T15:41:00.000-08:00

Lately, I've been tired. More tired than usual.

I'm stressed and there seems to be a lot going on... I just wish I could "fix" everything. That, or maybe I could have a clone of myself - I would send myself to work while I stayed in bed and caught up on much-needed rest. Maybe one of these days, I'll have time to get back to planning a wedding. That's supposed to be happening, too, right?

YAAAWN.

Trader Joes Employees Have It Gooooood

2009-02-04T00:10:00.000-08:00

I know that these are hard times and having a job is among the most important things in the world to most. But, honestly, right now I'm wondering "AT WHAT COST?"

There are days when I wish I could have a job with no responsibility. I'm exhausted by work - actually, the last 13 months or so that I've been there have been exhausting. I wake up each day with an ache in my stomach; my face is breaking out; I'm tense all the time; I see more gray hairs; I see more stress lines in the form of deep wrinkles; I'm losing sleep; and tonight I broke out in a rash just talking about my day.

I need my job - or rather - I need my paycheck. I just don't know if losing years off my life (OR MY SANITY) is worth all this stress. There are days when working as a bagger at the local grocery store seems very appealing.

Anyone with me on this one?

Spring Is In The Air

2009-02-03T22:48:00.000-08:00

Spring is here... At least, in Southern California.

The blossoms on our trees outside our home are bursting with color and have brought a new song to the birds. It's very exciting! So while the rest of the country (and England!) are being pounded with snow, we're basking in 80 degree temps and sidewalks lined with flowers.

There are definitely days when I love living here...

O! O! Sick-O!

2009-01-10T14:39:00.000-08:00

This past week I've been sick. I have this horrendous, mucus-filled, body-thrusting cough that makes the condo walls shake. Seriously. For a couple of days there, I also had a runny nose resembling that of a constant drip-faucet. I now have a chapped nose and am down two boxes of tissue. Good thing Blair bought all of that toilet paper for back-up.

Ugh, it sucks being sick. The aches, the pains, the lack of sleep. But at least I've caught up on my Judge Judy; some things never change.

Holidays!

2009-01-05T11:46:00.000-08:00

I'm so sorry that I haven't had a chance to update the blog in a while. I guess the Holiday Season keeps us all busy. But here's a quick summary...

Christmas was nice and quiet. Blair and I spent it with my family at home. We have certain traditions that we honor on Christmas Eve and this year was no different. The only downside was that I fell asleep early and didn't get to watch my favorite Holiday movie... oh well (it's not as though I haven't seen it 30 times before!). Christmas Day was lovely. My dad made his famous crepes, we opened generous gifts with gusto, and quality time was spent together. That afternoon, we went to my cousin's house for more eating, more gift-giving, and plenty o' fun! There must have been at least 40 people there which made it that much better. I've never considered that we had a "big" family, but as people get married and families expand, it's fun to be with everyone.

New Years 2009 was also quiet. Blair and I went to a movie before going to a really late dinner reservation. At midnight, we were enjoying crème brûlée together after having a romantic evening. It was a nice way to welcome in the New Year. Given that this year is going to be HUGE (we're getting married!) it was a great way to celebrate '09.

The next day, Blair and I were fortunate enough to get to go to the Rose Bowl game in Pasadena. We had amazing seats and whooped it up when USC won! It turned into a really long and draining day, though, as we had to do a lot of walking. Seems like everything went so fast it was all a blur.

January 2nd meant back to work... BOO! So here we are: back to the normal routine. Another year gone by and another year to look forward to. I hope everyone had Happy Holidays and I am excited to share in all the joys of 2009 with you!

Tears Times Two

2008-12-29T11:26:00.000-08:00

I've only seen Blair cry once... that was when he was leaving Boston - just having spent a week moving me in to school. Last night was the second.

As you know, I have gushed over the awesome book Marley & Me. Knowing full well that I was over-the-moon for this story, Blair said that it was okay for us to go see the movie. We both knew how it was to end (SPOILER ALERT!: it's a story about life and love with a dog... how do you *think* it ends?). The movie theater was packed. Nearly two hours in, there wasn't a dry-eye in the place. All around, one could hear people sniffling and see people wiping the tears away. Among these people, was Blair. He was desperately trying to "hold it in" but the water works were too much. Everyone was a mess... BUT IT WAS SO GOOD!

If you're a dog-lover, this story warms your heart. It makes you want to go home and hug your dog. And that's exactly what we did... Bailey got extra-special attention last night.

Thanksgiving 2008

2008-12-05T19:20:00.001-08:00

We trekked up to San Francisco for Thanksgiving this year. IT WAS AWESOME! The weekend went too fast; seems like I'm never ready to come when I visit the Bay Area. Good friends and family bring such happy memories. I remembered to bring my camera and have posted a few for your viewing pleasure...

It took several attempts to take a decent photo:

THEN... FINALLY!!!

LET THERE BE TURKEY!

I really have no idea what he's doing to her...

Sneaky, sneaky!

I love this photo of my grandparents.

There are many things to be thankful for this year. I will cherish these days for many years to come.

This Book

2008-11-23T16:00:00.000-08:00

Seems like the last few months have not allowed time for rest, let alone time to pick up a book. But that's exactly what I've done.

I'm reading the sweetest book for anyone who is a dog-lover, like me. It's called Marley & Me by John Grogan. I know, I know: this book has been on the shelves for the last couple of years and I'm waaaay behind the times. They even filmed a movie which is due out this Christmas. Whatever. Life has been busy and I'm just now getting to it... Don't even ask me about Harry Potter. And those Twigh-tards can just F-OFF already (seriously, they're annoying and obnoxious as all hell. Just stop it already. When Blair and I go to the movie and you're lined up 4 HOURS BEFORE YOUR MOVIE STARTS, GET OUT OF THE WAY! And don't bring your book to the movie theater. That's just lame.).

What I love about the story of Marley is the sweet love and (seeming) innocence of man's-best-friend. In many ways, it brings me back to my childhood memories of my first dog - Samantha. Moreover, it makes me realize that The Destoyer that lives with me now (aka: Bailey) is akin to many other dogs out there... (Though, Bailey has awesome powers of ADORABILITY that set her above the rest.) This book has also inspired me to take a few more pictures of my precious beast.

Pets do amazing things for people. They remind us of what it means to be goofy; how feeling good can make you dance around without a care in the world; that when you "got to go," you really "got to go"; that paying attention can bring you reward; that playing in the grass is fun; that when you're scared, sidling up to mom make you feel better; that shoes are awesome; that there's always room in your heart for more love. I love having a dog in the house and I'm pretty sure that she's taught me valuable lessons in patience and parenting. So - if you're looking for a nice, simple, yet sweet read, I suggest learning more about Marley.

I wish I could gush more about my dog but Blair and I are headed out for a movie screening! We're going to see a preview screening of Frost/Nixon followed by a Q&A period with Frank Langella and Ron Howard!

Beauty

2008-11-01T14:41:00.000-07:00

There are a number of things that I've taken for granted. There are other things that I've never paid enough attention to - positive things that happen every day. Maybe it's in the details of a knotted tree or in the beauty of a simple sunset. This week was full of days where I noticed more details and appreciated those things that make each day GOOD.

The first of these aforementioned things was the kindness and spirit of the place I where I work. The school went NUTS over Halloween with the decorations and candy. Each year, the school invites thousands of people from the local community to come trick-or-treat around campus. There were decorations on every tree, brush, schrub, window, and corner of the place! The school raised over 18,000 pounds of candy from donations to give away! We even had a contest for best-dressed office. My staff and students came together to decorate and collect candy (and other treats). (I fully expect that we will be announced the winners of best-dressed office on Monday!) I've never been so into the true spirit of a fun Halloween as this year.

Second was - my mom. She's beautiful. Since she and I have been trying to meet up more often, I've come to know my mom as more of a friend. We talk about life, love, work, family, holidays, what we did or are going to do on the weekends, etc. While sharing a bottle of wine with my mom this past Wednesday, I would watch her when she didn't know it. I was just totally struck at how wonderful and beautiful she is. I see more and more of myself in her - not just in appearance but in mannerisms, likes/dislikes, thoughts, and attitudes. I appreciate my mom for all that she is, where she comes from, and how graceful she moves through difficult situations. She's a true role model and I love her so very much.

Today, our house woke up to the sound of thunder. It was awesome. Bailey was barking, the cats were whining, and Blair and I sat in the dark - listening. Our bedroom lit up with awe inspiring flashes of light from the sky that bounced off the walls. The force of nature was striking outside and all I could think of was how lucky I was to be here, in this place, in this moment, taking it in and appreciating it for its simple complexity.

I see myself growing older everyday. The gray hairs that I have to pluck out almost daily are an obvious reminder. I don't mind. Maybe it's those gray hairs that remind me that none of us is immortal; that I should spend more time to delight in the small things (that I can pluck those hairs one at a time instead of a clump!); that beauty can still be seen behind tired eyes; that family and friends seem to matter more and more; that taking time to be alone can bring peace to heart and mind; that everyday beauty is there - we just have to open our eyes and look!

Desperate For A Little Color

2008-10-18T15:17:00.000-07:00

I wish Fall would hurry up and get here. Living in Southern California, I've become used to knowing that October is still hot - but there comes a time when 90-degree weather just sucks. This is about that time. I'm ready for sweaters, boots, long coats, and RAIN! Or at least a cold day every now and then. A little color on the leaves of trees would be nice, too.

Speaking of color, Blair and I finally got rid of the old brown couches that used the plague the living room. With the help of my brother and sister-in-law, we brought in my red couch and two white overstuffed chairs. COLOR! This poor furniture has been locked in storage for three years (the dust and dirt settled nicely into every crack). It's nice to see them and enjoy them again. The trouble is keeping Bailey off them - they're just so comfy!

A little color in our lives is always nice.

Seattle Rocks

2008-09-26T16:18:00.000-07:00

I'm in Seattle for a conference. I haven't been here for a few years and I forgot how FABULOUS it is! I'm having a great time - connecting with friends and colleagues that I've known for years and "networking" like a pro. I've had a lot of wine, have done a lot of shopping, have eaten way too much food, and am still ready for more! Since I don't travel for work like I used to, I guess I'm just trying to get it all in during this conference. -Oh, and the weather has been great. I get to wear sweaters and jackets here! Hooray!

I could definitely see myself living here.

The only downside to all this is that WaMu no longer exists. It's all anyone is talking about. This hits especially close to home but we're staying optimistic. I'll write more about this later (if I remember).

In the mean time, I'm off to another reception!

How He Charms The Pants Off Me

2008-09-18T17:32:00.000-07:00

The other night I came home at my usual Witching Hour... 7:00pm. When I opened the door, I was surprised to find that Blair had come home early, had made dinner, and had prepared for us to dine by candlelight. The wine was already poured - all I had to do was kick my shoes off, sit and relax.

IT WAS AWESOME!

I don't think we have eaten at the dinner table in months. And even longer since we got out the candles! He didn't do it to celebrate any special occasion; he just did it... because! That's what makes it so awesome. And that's why he literally charmed my pants off that night (lucky guy - or is it that I'm a lucky girl?).

The Engagement Story

2008-08-20T20:13:00.000-07:00

Once upon a time, there was a normal girl who met a normal guy.

After three years and four months of dating, Blair proposed on my 30th birthday. But, that's not all. You see, the story of our engagement began way back when... and here is how it goes...

When Blair and I first met, one of the questions I asked was related to how he had planned to propose to his future bride. -It was a relevant topic of conversation, not just some random question. (I had learned enough at that point not to pull out those types of questions too soon!) His response surprised me; he said that he had been planning it for a very long time. Moreover, he would never tell any woman how we wanted to do it, just in case she was the one... Little did we know. So, I knew early on in our relationship that his engagement would be BIG and something special.

As our relationship progressed and as I inched more and more towards wanting to be married, I pressed the idea of making the engagement personal to US. I've always wanted friends and family to celebrate with us when it happened. ...Blair took mental notes.

In June, one month prior to my 30th birthday, Blair decided that the time was right. He went to my dad to ask permission for my hand in marriage. Little did I know that he took the day off and met my dad for lunch to talk... Even more, they met up with Blair's best friend (HI ROBBY!) and all spent the afternoon together.

Blair planned the proposal to a tee. No detail was left unattended. Since the occasion was so big and since he knew that I would suspect something, he decided to have it coincide with another big occasion - my 30th birthday. Thus, I knew to take Friday off work and I suspected all activities that were to happen would be for my birthday.

July 25: THE STAGE IS SET
Blair woke me up at 8:00am with a birthday greeting and a giant oversized card that played the chicken dance song. Inside the card were 27 envelopes that were each numbered. I had to open envelope #1 first. Inside, I found instructions on where to go (favorite breakfast place) and on the back was a riddle of which envelope to open next. The envelopes were numbered, but they weren't going to go in numerical order. I was stoked. I knew that this was going to be a fun "scavenger hunt" day!

Towards the end of our breakfast, I figured out the riddle and opened the second envelope. The next destination was our first date location: Sherman Oaks Galleria. When we arrived, we started to walk towards the pavilion and Blair handed me two tickets to a movie. AWESOME! We saw the movie and I opened the third envelope.

Location #3 instructed to go to our first date place: Starbucks. We walked a few steps and there we were. We sat near to where we talked that first night and somewhat reminisced about that first date conversation. It was sweet to go back to that location and remember how it all began...

From there, my next envelope told us to visit his grandparents. Unfortunately, Blair's grandparents have all passed away. Thus, we headed to Mount Sinai to visit the grave sights of his family members. Again, it was a sentimental time. I had been there once before with Blair, but this time was special. (Later, Blair told me that while we were there, he was hoping for a sign from his grandparents. While he says he didn't get one, I certainly did. It made me more aware of Blair's history and where he came from. It was a quiet visit; one filled with emotion.)

The next envelope led us in a completely different direction: the Glendale Galleria. I got to go on a shopping spree! WHOO HOO! And while I would have loved to have spent a fortune and bought myself some Jimmy Choo shoes, I really didn't want to break the bank when I knew Blair was planning for more activities. Instead, I was excited to get some new clothes and window-shop for a bit.

Next stop was to head to dinner. Blair was sort of stalling (I could tell) so I knew something was up. We made a quick stop into Pier One Imports and drove around the parking lot of the restaurant a few times. Finally, when we walked inside, I saw why he had stalled - his parents were there! The four of us had dinner at our "first dinner date location." His parents said that they wouldn't be able to see me on my actual birthday, so this was our chance to all get together. (This was a cover-up, but seemed legitimate to me!)

After dinner, I was instructed to "go get our daughter." Yes, our dog Bailey has become our child. We are proud pet-parents. So when we got home, I was told that we had to pack an overnight bag for her and for us... Hmmm, where were we all going? Time for the next envelope: "Head to your parents house."

Mom and Dad totally pulled the wool over my eyes, saying that they had plans all weekend and wouldn't see me for my birthday. (Looking back on all this, I realize that I WAS REALLY DUMB for not recognizing all these lies!) Anyway, we got to my parents house late. I thought it was suspicious that my parents kept switching off talking with me while the other went to talk with Blair in another room. But I didn't ask questions and I really didn't want to ruin anything - so I just let it go. Blair later told me that was when he was showing my parents the ring and talking about the plans for the next day...

We went to bed and I thought that the weekend couldn't get any better than the day I just had. Blair said that there were more envelopes still to open, but fewer locations to visit the next day. Again, I didn't question anything and I didn't spend too much time thinking about it. I WANTED TO BE SURPRISED.

July 26th: MY BIRTHDAY
The next morning, I got up early and went downstairs where my mom and dad were getting ready to leave on their errands for the day. They said that they had to do this, do that, go here, visit there, show up for appointment A, followed by appointment B, and so forth. Again - believed every word of it.

My first envelope of the second day also involved breakfast. We went up the street to a little cafe where we had a nice, leisurely, breakfast. When we were done, my envelope's message for the next location was different - there were only three words: PUT THIS ON. There was no riddle... What was going on? When I looked up, Blair was taking a blind-fold out of his pocket. Hmmm... where were we going?

We climbed in the car and I was told to put the blind-fold on before we even left the parking lot. Blair drove in circles right after that which didn't feel too good on a full stomach, but whatever. I had no clue where we were going, so I didn't care.

About 45 minutes later, I was told that I could take the blind-fold off. We were still driving. I looked out the window to a vast land of NOTHING. I immediately thought, no wonder I can take it off - there's nothing out here! Then I saw it. PERRIS VALLEY SKYDIVING. I recognized this location; I had been there exactly 4 years earlier. I was super-excited! I loved my skydive the first time and was even more excited that Blair was going to do it with me! FUN!

We checked into the skydiving place and signed our lives away. As we were waiting for our group to be called, we sat on a bench outside. At one point, I was looking around and saw a guy that looked somewhat familiar. He looked like Blair's cousin, Ethan, from San Francisco. IT WAS BLAIR'S COUSIN, ETHAN, FROM SAN FRANCISCO! He had come down to go skydiving with us for my birthday! THE FUN WAS JUST DOUBLED! And it didn't end there... soon, my parents showed up with my grandmother in tow! WHAT?! They were here? They didn't have to do all those errands?! Wow, I was excited. The fun-meter was now tripled. Family and friends were here to celebrate my 30th birthday skydive! (Ah, how naive I was!) Then, Blair took me inside the gift shop where he wanted to show me something. Standing there was my good friend, Geoff, and his roommate Gabe. OH MY GOSH, THE FUN HAD NOW QUADRUPLED! This was going to be the best birthday, EVER.

So there we were: the five of us who were going to skydive, my parents and my grandmother (who were to watch). My parents busied themselves getting permission to be on the landing site to take pictures as we came down. That seemed cool.

TIME TO JUMP. Me, Blair, Ethan, Geoff, and Gabe got our instructions for our jump and piled into the airplane. We were soon airborn. The time was approximately 12:20pm.

Because Blair had paid for a videographer to film my jump, I was the last person assigned to jump from the plane. One by one, my friends jumped... When my turn came, the pilot said we had to fly around again since we were too far from the landing site. (They were stalling for extra time to let the boys get down.) Then, it was MY TURN. We jumped. Once again, I had a great skydive. It's such a rush and is truly one of the best things I have ever experienced. I recommend it to (almost) everyone!

After my parachute opened, my instructor and I talked about the view, the jump, and he pointed out the spot we were going to land. It was the big grass field. On the field was a tiny white box that we were going to aim for. (At that point, and at that altitude, I didn't know that the white box we were going to land on was a big tarp.) As we got closer, I could see some lettering on that box, but couldn't see what it said.

A few hundred feet up, we were directly above where we were going to land. I looked down and saw the tarp. It was a big tarp, with a big question on it: JESSIE WILL YOU MARRY ME? BLAIR

I don't remember feeling shocked. I don't remember my eyes starting to fill with tears. All I could think was OH MY GOD, IS THIS REALLY HAPPENING? We came in for a landing.

There was Blair. He started to get down on one knee. HOLY SHIT, IS THIS REALLY HAPPENING? I won't tell you what he said on bended knee, as I want to keep that as a private memory between us (even though it's caught on video). But I said YES.

After hugging and kissing, someone told me to look up at where all the cheers were coming from. Standing there, behind a safety fence were family and friends who were there to celebrate this special moment. I was literally overwhelmed. I've never had my legs give out on me, but I fell to the ground, crying like crazy! My heart was filled with so much love and surprise.

We went to greet everyone and I was amazed at how many people came! My best friend from San Jose came! My friends from my old job came! My cousins all came! My Melissa and Robby came (when they were supposed to be in San Diego!)! Blair's family was there! IT WAS AMAZING! I couldn't believe all the people that were there to help us celebrate! And then my grandmother told me that we were going to go have a party at her house and everyone was invited. She had made a big dinner to celebrate the happy day! Blair provided driving directions and maps to everyone.

That afternoon, we ate good food, told good stories, celebrated, and opened presents. I got to visit with people that I had not seen in a while, so I loved the time together. Blair started telling me about all the planning that had gone into making the weekend possible. Everyone was in on it - and everyone had done a good job of keeping it secret. The planning/orchestrating of everyone meeting up in the parking lot outside the skydive place was perfect. He arranged to have my parents take photos from the field of our engagement, which is why we have such close shots. EVERYTHING had been thought of down to the last detail.

This was the best day of my life.

Driving home that night, my eyes had been all cried out. I had been crying with tears of joy all day; I didn't have anything left. The feeling of being sooo loved and the thought of spending my life with Blair was the greatest joy I have ever felt. Since then, it's only gotten stronger.

Thinking back and remembering all of these details, knowing what I know now, still overwhelms me. It was such a special weekend, one that included EVERYTHING that is important to our relationship: family, friends, fun, laughter, thrilling moments, sentimental moments, trust, communication, and above all - love. It's a weekend not to be forgotten...

For this normal girl and this normal guy, our happy ever ending lives on.

We're Planning A Wedding!

2008-08-12T22:36:00.000-07:00

To maintain our sense of normalcy (I have to live up to the name of my blog), Blair and I have decided to hire a wedding coordinator. HOORAY! I'm thrilled to have the relief of knowing that on the big day, we won't have to stress - someone else will be doing it for us!

So... if you're keeping count... that's one thing done. I think there are about 400 more "to do" items to get done. Um, yeah. One thing at a time, right?

And since it's Tuesday, Blair and I have decided to try to visit a few prospective wedding venues this weekend. I've sent e-mails to those that are at the top of our list. Keep your fingers crossed that we find one, available for our date, and within our price range.

Mom and Dad have been very generous in their support for us. They, too, want a beautiful wedding and have agreed to help us. THANKS SO MUCH MOM AND DAD! Our day is going to be so wonderful - filled with family, friends, flowers and photography!

Every now and then, I wonder, "is this really happening?" It seems so surreal. I've been dreaming out this process and looking forward to a wedding for so long. Now that it is here, it seems far-fetched. WE'RE PLANNING A WEDDING! I keep expecting to wake up from this wonderful dream. But it's not a dream; it's REAL. And it feels even more real everyday that I get to share it with Blair. These last few weeks, we kiss a little more, we hold hands everywhere, we giggle more, we cuddle longer, and we're both eager to call the other "fiance" at every opportunity. (Seriously, as I typed that last sentence, I could feel myself blushing and a little giggle crept out.) You would think that we were kids in a candy store. In some ways, I guess we are!

I can't wait for more to come. I'm so excited!

I'm Engaged! And Now The Planning Begins...

2008-08-09T13:10:00.001-07:00

I figure that if I'm no longer the "20-something and single girl," I may as well change the look of the blog. What do you think? Do you like the blue color theme?

Since the engagement, I've been really into the wedding plans. I'm THRILLED to be getting married to Blair and equally as excited to throw a wedding for family and friends. Since I was little, I've been dreaming of my wedding day (I guess most girls do!). But, now that I'm doing it, it's overwhelming! There is so much to think about, to plan, to decide, to budget... Ugh, the budget. My problem with dreaming about my wedding for 25 years is that I was dreaming BIG (I blame my parents for telling me to do so!). Now that reality is setting in, the BIG DREAMS for our wedding are turning more and more into a backyard BBQ wedding, at best. I'm learning to "let it go" and am reminding myself to focus on what is important. The marriage is important. The wedding day will be beautiful despite the venue, the low-budget flowers, the construction-paper name cards, and the Vena Wong dress... I'm preparing myself for the worst; knowing that it can only be better.

Blair and I have also agreed that we are only going to talk about wedding stuff on Tuesdays and Saturdays. As much as possible, we want to maintain our normal life - talking about normal things and not becoming wrapped up in THE WEDDING. I'm trying to stick to this rule; Blair is really good about reminding me when it is NOT Tuesday or Saturday. (Insert guilty grin here.)

Today we are meeting with a potential wedding coordinator. She was referred to us by a friend who recently got married and I'm already prepared to sign the contract. Blair is a little more suspicious and needs to be "sold" on this whole idea. I keep trying to tell him that I don't want to stress on the BIG DAY nor do I want my family or friends to be worrying about any of the details. I want us to show up and enjoy the day. Keep your fingers crossed that this first meeting goes well...

Anyway, wish us luck as this process gets underway. If anyone has any suggestions or ideas, I'm all ears!

BEST DAY OF MY LIFE

2008-07-27T22:22:00.001-07:00

I honestly thought that turning 30 was going to swallow me whole. I was bummed about this new phase in my life. Until...

THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE HAPPENED

Our lives have changed forever. This means, of course, that I'm no longer a twenty-something, single girl... In fact, I'm proud to say that I'm a thirty-something, engaged girl - who has never been happier.

Some dreams really do come true.

Thanks to our friends and family who have made this journey with us... Now comes the fun!

Another Birthday? Really?

2008-07-26T05:40:00.000-07:00

Today I turn 30.

That's all I have to say about that.

Mawidge...Mawidge Is What Bwings Us Togewer Today...

2008-07-21T16:57:00.000-07:00

My brother is married.

In a beautiful ceremony held this past Saturday, my little brother Scott married his love, Melissa. It couldn't have been a more perfect day with laughter and love (and even a few tears of happiness) abound. There were about 220 people at the ceremony and reception. I think our "side" of family and friends made up about 40 of those... we're small, but mighty! I displayed dance moves that haven't come out in years - it was so much fun!

I've been a bridesmaid for a number of friends and family but none of them were as calm and relaxed on the wedding day as this one. I felt like we were hanging out most of the day instead of rushing from one place to the next. -That was great. We even had a chance to do some bonding time before the ceremony started.

Scott is really lucky to be married to not only a woman who is fabulous, but also to an amazing family. Her family has embraced my brother and genuinely loves him like he's one of their own. Likewise, the parents get along. It's a rare situation - but how fortunate!

So, for my parents, it's "one down, one to go!" Eh, all in good time...

For now, I'm just happy to celebrate my bro.

Congratulations, Scott and Melissa!

Where's That Fat Little Energizer Bunny When You Need Him Most?

2008-07-10T17:56:00.001-07:00

I'm drained.

These last two months have been so hectic... and it's only going to continue. Work has been really busy; even more stressful than ever. I've been in my new job for exactly 7 months, today. I'm better off than I was in December - but I still feel like I have so much to learn. I hate leaving work late and I hate that I'm totally exhausted when I get home. (Only to start job #2 - being the chef, the housemaid, the pet-parent, and the girlfriend.) I just wish I had more energy. I feel as though I'm "on" 18 hours of the day.

I hear this only gets worse as we age... And I'm about to be 30. The idea of me turning 30 is causing a mental road-block that I can't get past. Just knowing that I'm going to be in my THIRTIES is weird. My life was supposed to be somewhere else right now! My brother is getting married in 9 days and I already feel like the old hag at the wedding who everyone whispers about. Oh God, I hope I don't have long hairs on my chin.

This will get better, I keep reminding myself.

Right now, I just want to go lay down and take a nap until December. Wake me up when it's time for Christmas presents.

An Inspired Soul

2008-06-09T16:41:00.000-07:00

This past weekend, I had a chance to watch a movie that didn't involve a great debate with the other person on the Blockbuster list... I saw, The Tiger and The Snow.

One of the great parts about this movie is the writer, director and star, Roberto Benigni. He has a quality that transcends the screen and brings joy to your soul. He brings warmth and happiness to his audience, even amidst the most devastating of circumstances. He inspires me. He makes me want to look at life through a new lens. He gives perspective on those things that matter most. And he’s full of poetry – ah, wonderful poetry…

Every now and again, it's nice to have the wonderful artistry of film inspire you.

Who Doesn't Miss A Little Pee On Their Shoes?

2008-06-03T12:38:00.000-07:00

The road to happiness is filled with a lot of tears.

Last week I was in Las Vegas for a conference. I had such a great time - connecting with friends and former colleagues who like to talk "shop" over a margarita. It was great to have that big group-hug from people that you know and like.

But, even in Vegas, a girl can find herself lonely. As much as I loved having the time away from home, from work, from responsibility, I really missed it. I even cried in my room at one point... How nuts is that, right? I think I've come that point where lying in a bed by myself seems strange (I miss Blair) and not having a dog attack my legs (and pee on my shoes) when I come through the door is uninteresting.

For all the complaining that has been done, I really have a fabulous life. I love my "home" and those who are there. I love working in my job. I love talking to my mom a couple times a week and my grandma at least once. -Grandma even calls if I'm a couple days late... I love thinking about all the wonderful things that are to come in the months ahead -- like new furniture (and a marriage proposal!!!).

Sometimes those salty tears are just a way of reminding us: you're human. It's okay to miss home even when you're the popular one at the Vegas party.

I Know, I Know, I Know...

2008-05-21T17:42:00.000-07:00

Blair and I have been back from our FABULOUS trip for a few weeks and I still have not posted photos. I KNOW. I TOTALLY SUCK. But just listen to these fabulous excuses I've cooked up!

1. Two days after getting back, I was on a plane (again) to Denver. I had a conference thing to attend.

2. After I got back from Denver, I had a whole bunch of e-mails, messages, and "stuff" to attend to at work.

3. After I attended to that "stuff" at work, "more stuff" got piled on.

4. I'm still in the midst of dealing with the "more stuff" at work and am completely exhausted by the time I get home.

5. When I finally do make it home at the end of the day, it's Bailey time! -Translated, that means, EVEN MORE EXHAUSTION.

I really haven't had any time to be on the Internet when it's not something directly related to work. Thus, friends, here we are. I've carved these two minutes out of my day to tell you - I'M SORRY; BE PATIENT, THE PHOTOS WILL COME.

And I'm really bummed about this whole being busy thing because I've got so much rolling around in my head to share with you! Like, election coverage, and the man I saw peeing on the Hummer, and limericks, and movie lists between couples, and asking - how do parents decide how much to share with their kids? and all sorts of wonderful things... but, that will all have to wait for another day...

Orlando & Puerto Rico

2008-04-14T16:46:00.001-07:00

Blair and I are headed out of town later this week and I AM SO EXCITED! Both of us need (no - DESERVE) a vacation. Work has been so hectic (in a good way) and we need to be rejuvenated by the sun and tasty beverages... Ah, I can already hear the waves crashing... 10 days of fun, relaxation, partying, boozing, and sleeping. What more could a girl want? -Don't answer that.

If I don't post before we leave, wish us well. I'll bring back photos, I promise!