Merry Christmas followers!
I like the day, but I much prefer the day after, Happy Birthday to me!!! I have found out that it is very HARD planning your own birthday party. Thats okay though, because hopefully I'll get to see some friends. Hope everyone has a good Christmas.
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Sunday, December 21, 2008
I have a follower, and she is as bad about blogging as I am. :)
Anyway, not too much going on in my life. Car repairs suck, and I personally think that if you hit another car, you should be at fault, even if the other car did slide in the snow. Lost control of the vehicle my butt, if there hadn't been any snow I would have had the traction to stay on the road. He should be at fault for following too close.
Bah, I hate snow by the way. Please join me in praying for no more snow, at least for this year.
Merry Christmas everyone, all one of you that follow my blog :)
Anyway, not too much going on in my life. Car repairs suck, and I personally think that if you hit another car, you should be at fault, even if the other car did slide in the snow. Lost control of the vehicle my butt, if there hadn't been any snow I would have had the traction to stay on the road. He should be at fault for following too close.
Bah, I hate snow by the way. Please join me in praying for no more snow, at least for this year.
Merry Christmas everyone, all one of you that follow my blog :)
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Fall
I love fall. I met my husband at the beginning of October a few years ago, and ever since, I have loved every fall because I know what it'll bring. It'll bring the memories of our first dates, him teaching me to dance, our first kiss, what is the square root of that number, and our first thanksgiving dinners.
Starting today, we'll be going to three thanksgiving dinners, about as many as we did when we first met. This time though, they are all split up, none of that two on one day crap like it was back then.
Why three you ask, well thats what you do in Utah apparently, its about time we did. Since we were married, we have always done thanksgiving at our place, inviting whoever, and usually only his mom showing up. Last year we had his mom, my mom and my two brothers, our biggest crowd yet. Much to one of my brothers dismay, I cook a thanksgiving chicken. With such small numbers, why cook a turkey, we have too many leftovers with chicken as it is. This year that same brother is in the training process to go over seas and be with the military. He is hoping to come home for thanksgiving, and he wants a turkey. So, since we want to see him as much as we can before he goes, we're going to eat turkey on thanksgiving this year. I was kind of sad, because I have a really good roast chicken recipe, and I wanted to make it, so we invited one of my husbands mission companions and his wife over on Sunday to have a prethanksgiving dinner. Then, early this week, I get a phone call from my husband, saying that his brother is going to be out of town on thanksgiving, and would we like to come over saturday (today) to join them in a prethanksgiving dinner?
Its a good thing our work gives us both 50 pounds of potatoes (thats 100 pounds of potatoes if you need help with the math) for free each year at this time, because we'll be going through a few potatoes this week.
Does anyone want free potatoes?
Starting today, we'll be going to three thanksgiving dinners, about as many as we did when we first met. This time though, they are all split up, none of that two on one day crap like it was back then.
Why three you ask, well thats what you do in Utah apparently, its about time we did. Since we were married, we have always done thanksgiving at our place, inviting whoever, and usually only his mom showing up. Last year we had his mom, my mom and my two brothers, our biggest crowd yet. Much to one of my brothers dismay, I cook a thanksgiving chicken. With such small numbers, why cook a turkey, we have too many leftovers with chicken as it is. This year that same brother is in the training process to go over seas and be with the military. He is hoping to come home for thanksgiving, and he wants a turkey. So, since we want to see him as much as we can before he goes, we're going to eat turkey on thanksgiving this year. I was kind of sad, because I have a really good roast chicken recipe, and I wanted to make it, so we invited one of my husbands mission companions and his wife over on Sunday to have a prethanksgiving dinner. Then, early this week, I get a phone call from my husband, saying that his brother is going to be out of town on thanksgiving, and would we like to come over saturday (today) to join them in a prethanksgiving dinner?
Its a good thing our work gives us both 50 pounds of potatoes (thats 100 pounds of potatoes if you need help with the math) for free each year at this time, because we'll be going through a few potatoes this week.
Does anyone want free potatoes?
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Friends
What do I say about myself? I don't know, I've never done this before.
The first blog I ever started to really follow was a blog from a friend that I hadn't seen since her wedding day.
I always felt bad about not seeing her again. When I got married, I told my best friends at the time that I didn't want us to go separate ways just because I was married. It happened anyway.
One friend went down to BYU, not that its a bad school or anything (go UTES!) but the distance thing didn't help very much.
Another friend went very gung ho teacher, and I failed at being a teacher.
The last friend, the one I thought for sure would always be my closest friend, she held on for the longest. However, she went on a mission shortly before my one year anniversary. We stayed in contact through our letters, but we actually exchanged very few letters. It takes a long time for mail to arrive in Brazil, and a long time for it to come back. Last December, when it was getting close to the time that she would be coming home, I was so excited. Some people were frustrated with me on how happy I was all the time for my best girl friend to be coming home. Imagine my pain when she was taken away so soon by the boy (man) she had dated before his mission, and a short three months after she came home, she was married, and makingg plans to move far away.
I'm happy for all of my friends, but it seems that every time I lose one, it takes a really long time for me to create a friendship with someone else. Then, as always, soon after we've become friends, they move away, or start having babies, or become teachers when I'm the failure.
While all of this is sad, every time I have a friendship dramatically altered, I always feel very blessed that my husband will always be my friend.
The first blog I ever started to really follow was a blog from a friend that I hadn't seen since her wedding day.
I always felt bad about not seeing her again. When I got married, I told my best friends at the time that I didn't want us to go separate ways just because I was married. It happened anyway.
One friend went down to BYU, not that its a bad school or anything (go UTES!) but the distance thing didn't help very much.
Another friend went very gung ho teacher, and I failed at being a teacher.
The last friend, the one I thought for sure would always be my closest friend, she held on for the longest. However, she went on a mission shortly before my one year anniversary. We stayed in contact through our letters, but we actually exchanged very few letters. It takes a long time for mail to arrive in Brazil, and a long time for it to come back. Last December, when it was getting close to the time that she would be coming home, I was so excited. Some people were frustrated with me on how happy I was all the time for my best girl friend to be coming home. Imagine my pain when she was taken away so soon by the boy (man) she had dated before his mission, and a short three months after she came home, she was married, and makingg plans to move far away.
I'm happy for all of my friends, but it seems that every time I lose one, it takes a really long time for me to create a friendship with someone else. Then, as always, soon after we've become friends, they move away, or start having babies, or become teachers when I'm the failure.
While all of this is sad, every time I have a friendship dramatically altered, I always feel very blessed that my husband will always be my friend.
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