Days like today make me wish I lived close to family.
Fred has been doing a certification all weekend and after he finished this morning, he had to head to work until 7. Which meant that for me - when church was out at noon...I was on my own.
Normally - I love this time to myself. I love being able to watch my shows, do the laundry, or go sit by the pool for a bit but today not so much. I found myself lonely. No one to play with and no where to ride my bike to.
I found myself wishing and wanting to be able to plop myself on my mom or sister's couch and talk to family and nephews, to tease Easton about giving me a "Christmas Snuggle" (to which the answer is always NO!), or just enjoy a Sunday dinner with family.
Instead I watched a million episodes of Grey's Anatomy (season 2), made jello (with homemade whipped cream from the Our Best Bites Cookbook), and texted Fred about coming home to entertain me.
Poor. Pitiful. Chana.
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
On my mind...
a lot of things are consuming my mind these days. It's a big giant jumbled mess of sentence fragments. half ideas. and random thoughts.
Here are a few of the things I can't get OFF my mind:
Here are a few of the things I can't get OFF my mind:
I haven't had any weird cravings thus far in the pregnancy but one thing that is constant is my need for frozen treats. Popsicles, frostys, Otter Pops, etc - oh I'm drooling just thinking about it. This popsicle maker sounds like it would make all my dreams come true - in like 10 minutes.
Why can't I get enough of this crib? And why do I have to have such expensive taste? We went from most likely getting a hand-me-down crib to probably going to buy one and of course I love this one. We won't be buying anything for a couple more months so I'm hoping I'll hate it by then. *fingers crossed*
Mykonos, Greece
This was one of the stops on my European tour the summer after I graduated college and I am dying to go back. I crave the gorgeous water, white washed buildings, and beautiful scenery.
Note to Fred: take me there. Any time in the next couple years is fine with me. Yes they have golf.
Note to Fred: take me there. Any time in the next couple years is fine with me. Yes they have golf.
Just over a month until Fred graduates!!
We're so close to being done!! Fred is beyond excited to get into the golf industry full-time and I'm excited to be DONE with school!! He'll still go through the PGA program - but hey it isn't the same! With this one also comes the question of - what next? Where should we go?
Cross your fingers we can find a great job, great pay, and will live happily ever after.
Cross your fingers we can find a great job, great pay, and will live happily ever after.
What's on your mind?
Monday, March 7, 2011
Wow. I am completely overwhelmed and touched by the outpouring of love and support from all of you.
My pregnancy has been a breeze so far but it seems that after Friday, my hormones decided that since I was just about 5 months pregnant it was high time to elevate and make me an even bigger bawl baby. Let's just say it's been an emotional weekend where anything and everything involved with a little boy makes me tear up.
I will try to not turn this blog into a blog solely about my pregnancy or solely about little Freddie but know you'll have to suffer through some of it.
Here are some of his 19-week shots:
Thank you!
My pregnancy has been a breeze so far but it seems that after Friday, my hormones decided that since I was just about 5 months pregnant it was high time to elevate and make me an even bigger bawl baby. Let's just say it's been an emotional weekend where anything and everything involved with a little boy makes me tear up.
I will try to not turn this blog into a blog solely about my pregnancy or solely about little Freddie but know you'll have to suffer through some of it.
Here are some of his 19-week shots:
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| this one is my favorite |
Friday, March 4, 2011
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
The Desert
Today I'm sick of living in a desert. I'm sick of the dust. everywhere.
I'm trying to go through my closet to box, donate, and dejunk and everything is dirty/dusty. Everything.
My shoes that haven't been worn in awhile are dusty - dusty!!
The tops of my hangers? Dusty.
Clothing that hasn't been worn in the last while - shoulders are dusty.
Dresser in my closet - dusty.
It's a joke.
It's the same all over my house. I dust and vaccum regularly and still...dust.
I can dust on a Saturday and by Monday I have a thin layer of dust on my coffee/end tables. I've never been more annoyed.
What is the solution?
I'm trying to go through my closet to box, donate, and dejunk and everything is dirty/dusty. Everything.
My shoes that haven't been worn in awhile are dusty - dusty!!
The tops of my hangers? Dusty.
Clothing that hasn't been worn in the last while - shoulders are dusty.
Dresser in my closet - dusty.
It's a joke.
It's the same all over my house. I dust and vaccum regularly and still...dust.
I can dust on a Saturday and by Monday I have a thin layer of dust on my coffee/end tables. I've never been more annoyed.
What is the solution?
Friday, February 18, 2011
Toot Toot
okay so I'm not one to toot my own horn (most of the time), but I think I outdid myself this year on Valentines.
Here's the back story - we kind of sort of suck at Valentines. Our first Valentines together was a joke, #2 I can't even remember, and last year was spent with friends eating pizza and attending a movie. We tend to have a great night but hellsbells there is nothing romantic about Valentines at our house.
This year, I found out I had to go to work for some meetings and would be gone for V-day. When I told Fred he said, "Seriously? Maybe we should just cancel Valentines Day forever?" I kind of agreed.
So off I went for a week offamily and friends work. I spent Valentines as the 5th wheel with some of our best friends the Brady's and the Hunger's. Fred golfed and uh, hung out by himself. poor him.
While in Logan, it's required that I eat at El Toro, our favorite mexican place. I drug my little sis and honorary little sister Laura and her hubby there too. Fred is always really sad about this because he all-time favorite dish, the loco burrito, is served here.
However, being the cool wife I am...I brought him home one. I purchased some tupperware, froze his meal, and packed it in my bag - and luckily it was still frozen when I got home a million hours later.
He was pretty excited and kept telling me how I was the best wife in the world and how he was the luckiest man alive (okay maybe I said those things - but he nodded).
We've set some low Valentines standards here at our house but that's what makes me so awesome this year.
Here's the back story - we kind of sort of suck at Valentines. Our first Valentines together was a joke, #2 I can't even remember, and last year was spent with friends eating pizza and attending a movie. We tend to have a great night but hellsbells there is nothing romantic about Valentines at our house.
This year, I found out I had to go to work for some meetings and would be gone for V-day. When I told Fred he said, "Seriously? Maybe we should just cancel Valentines Day forever?" I kind of agreed.
So off I went for a week of
While in Logan, it's required that I eat at El Toro, our favorite mexican place. I drug my little sis and honorary little sister Laura and her hubby there too. Fred is always really sad about this because he all-time favorite dish, the loco burrito, is served here.
However, being the cool wife I am...I brought him home one. I purchased some tupperware, froze his meal, and packed it in my bag - and luckily it was still frozen when I got home a million hours later.
He was pretty excited and kept telling me how I was the best wife in the world and how he was the luckiest man alive (okay maybe I said those things - but he nodded).
We've set some low Valentines standards here at our house but that's what makes me so awesome this year.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
The 2011 Phx Open
If you would have told the 15-year old me that in 10 years I would be not only married to a golf fanatic- but I would in fact be turning into one myself I would have laughed in your face and said, "psh. What-EVER". insert appropriate W hand gesture.
One of my greatest friend's growing up belonged to such a family. Her grandpa was a famous Golfer and her dad was in the biz as well. I remember being/living at their house and golf was always on. She and I would beg, plead, and whine until we were able to watch something we wanted to watch (in most cases that never happened). During those years, I remember promising myself that I would never marry someone who liked golf so much because it was sooo boring.
That must have been when I sealed my fate.
fast forward those 10 years and here I am married to an almost-graduated golf management dude and I'm the one talking about golfers like I know them personally. Super Bowl? who cares! Phoenix Open? Yes please!!
This last weekend, I made sure Fred was taking me to the Phoenix Open because I had to see some of my favorites in action like I did last year. I was soo excited! Sadly, Camilo hurt his back and dropped out of the competition earlier that week. sniff sniff.
How the 15-year-old version of myself would have never volunteered to go to a golf tournament and would have cringed at the sight of me getting annoyed with all the frat/sorority people that were only there for the party - shouldn't they be there because they love the game and the players like we do?
On Sunday, Fred had the opportunity to work on the driving range where all of the golfers warmed up. He was the best husband by making sure he took and sent me pictures of my boyfriend (#2 to Camilo) Rickie Fowler as he warmed up less than 20 feet from Fred. Same with ol' Phil.
He got to rub elbows with some of the pros and even talked to one of the tournament's top golfers (I don't remember who) for 45 minutes getting advice on the industry and talking to him about where/what Fred wanted to do. Professional advice for free.ninety-nine!
oh how we love the Phx Open...
One of my greatest friend's growing up belonged to such a family. Her grandpa was a famous Golfer and her dad was in the biz as well. I remember being/living at their house and golf was always on. She and I would beg, plead, and whine until we were able to watch something we wanted to watch (in most cases that never happened). During those years, I remember promising myself that I would never marry someone who liked golf so much because it was sooo boring.
That must have been when I sealed my fate.
fast forward those 10 years and here I am married to an almost-graduated golf management dude and I'm the one talking about golfers like I know them personally. Super Bowl? who cares! Phoenix Open? Yes please!!
How the 15-year-old version of myself would have never volunteered to go to a golf tournament and would have cringed at the sight of me getting annoyed with all the frat/sorority people that were only there for the party - shouldn't they be there because they love the game and the players like we do?
On Sunday, Fred had the opportunity to work on the driving range where all of the golfers warmed up. He was the best husband by making sure he took and sent me pictures of my boyfriend (#2 to Camilo) Rickie Fowler as he warmed up less than 20 feet from Fred. Same with ol' Phil.
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| Rickie |
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| Phil |
oh how we love the Phx Open...
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