This morning's topics of thoughts were no less ridiculous. First item of business, rearrange all Young Women's activities between now and December. This seemed so important that at one point, I thought, "I need to call the Bishop first thing in the morning before he goes to work." Hmm, I'm sure that phone call would have gone over well. Note: If you are not Mormon, feel free to skim through any of the Mormon terminology, it's not worth explaining.
Second item had to do with my bed. It had to go. Or, at least I thought so at 4:45. I mean, I wasn't totally off, it is a Queen-size and Dale's toes do brush the end of the bed. But, I think he likes feeling super tall every night. The truth is, I bought this bed five years ago at Big Lots (stay tuned for my style blog, "How to Make Your Home look Cheap and Affordable to the Untrained Eye"), it's staying right where it is. Plus, Dale and I aren't really "snugglers," after we say goodnight, I turn over in the opposite direction, and this bed allows us to feel close without touching. I promise we really love eachother, but if we had a King-size bed, we'd have to send eachother postcards. If you really want to know, and I know you do, Dale can't handle sleeping under even a sheet (Chelsey's budget cuts have affected the thermostat), while I enjoy the tradition of a light covering. This only makes for a scene in which Dale rolls over onto my sheet and traps me inside reminiscent of some kind of chastity bag from the 1800s. This is most likely why I was lamenting our bed.
Third, now this is weird, I thought about how I want something on my blog to get pinned to Pinterest. It seemed so glamorous at the moment, like I would be famous, as if I ever want to be famous, gah. This is weird for soooo (get the emphasis?) many reasons. For one, I am only mildly involved with Pinterest. Unlike many women, I honestly have no desire to make anything that requires me to purchase something that is not already in my cupboards or on my shelf. I skim ingredients and when it says things like "Peanut Butter Cups" or "Unsweetened Chocolate," I move on. And if the craft requires anything beyond scotch tape or Elmer's Glue, I figure I'm in over my head anyway. I'm serious. And don't get me going on 25 Easy Hairstyles, I've been working on one for the last twenty years and I still don't have it down. So, the thought of me coming up with something worthy of pinning is pretty ridiculous. I think at the time I was lost in my thoughts about where these items even come from. Yeah, I'm the one who clicks on the anonymous blogger's other posts to see if it says whether they're married and where they grew up. I'm much more interested in people.
Lastly, I was finally awoken to reality as at 6:00 when Summer let out two weak cries. She wasn't really awake, but Dale turned over so quickly to look at the monitor that I had no choice but to return to reasonable thought. Now, I was lying there grateful that I let Dale keep the monitor on his side of the bed, since I was sick of his heavy arm reaching over me to take a peek. Plus, he disagreed with my wanting to keep the sound off since she is only a wall away and I can hear her take deep breaths let alone cry. Now we get to hear any noise in Surround Sound.
Yeah, the truth of the matter is that a couple years ago, someone posted what is the title to this post (HBD NBD, in case you don't want to move your eyes) to my facebook on my birthday. After a couple hours of moderate thinking (I do have a life) and some contextual clues (it was my birthday afterall) I realized that this "friend" had written, "Happy birthday, no big deal." I really think that if they had written out that entire sentence, they would have hit the Delete button a la Tom Hanks in "You've Got Mail." But, I guess the cuteness of rhyming? made them use poor judgement.
I'm woman enough to also admit that a few months ago, I googled "YOLO." In complete honesty, I really thought that most people who wrote that were big fans of Yolo County, California, not far from where I grew up. I thought about hash tagging "Solano," the name of my home county. I also thought this was a funny acronym since I'm pretty sure it gives most teens and overgrown teens an excuse to do something dangerous or stupid, do they really need a catch-phrase? Frankly, for the past ten years my motto has been YODO (You Only Die Once). This has kept me from doing all kinds of "fun" things, like sky diving, eating food that was poorly prepared, driving fast, taking unflattering pictures, you get the point. However, I was more than amused last week when I saw a T-shirt in Yellowstone that said, "YOLOstone." I can't help but be a sucker for word play.
So, I want you to be honest, and tell me if there's ever been a phrase that you didn't understand right away that made you feel old. Speaking of old, I turned twenty-nine on Saturday. HBD NBD.
Since you last heard from me, I have done the following things:
Got married, what what
Got pregnant (consequently thought I contracted the West Nile Virus, turns out I am not one of those girls who feels healthier and prettier when pregnant)
Put on a few sexy pounds (I can remember every shake, so it was worth it)
Had baby (cut out of me)
Went back to work
Stopped working and tried to feel emotional about ending my 8-year teaching career. Didn't.
Enjoyed my summer with Summer (and Dale)
This is not where I am going to share with you my birthing story or birthing plan, for that matter. Truthfully, I only recently learned what either of those were, along with what a "Push Present" is and I find it all beyond my capabilities. The reality is that I had nine months to prepare for a baby, and I did nuthin'. With the help of the internet's creativity, I decorated a nursery, other than that nuthin'. I can barely call myself a mother.
But, I can call myself a mother because I just happened to have given birth to one of the cutest babies to ever debut on planet Earth (please don't take offense, I'm sure your baby is cute too). Meet Summer. She's totally my style. She rarely cries, she laughs and smiles at anything, I'm pretty sure she thinks I'm funny, and she doesn't mind if I forget to bathe her four days in a row. She's my pal. But, before she was born, I woke up in cold sweats (mostly due to pregnancy) with the fear that I had this person growing inside of me who would always want to be with me. A baby Klingon. This didn't bother Dale so much, since he already had someone in his life just like that...ME. However, I am happy to report that I really like having this person with me all the time.
So, she looks like Dale. I love this about her. I've been told by a few people (not actual sources) that babies come out looking like their daddies, so he will instinctually want to take care of them. I find it weird that men would only want to take care of someone who looked like them, but whatever. This does, however, support my argument that you should never marry old, ugly billionaires because your children will inevitably look like road maps. Since Dale was a cute little boy, I am flattered when people say she doesn't look anything like me. I try not to take offense at the fact that Dale can grow a beard in the time it takes him to brush his teeth and that someone might be insinuating that she has a hint of masculinity about her cuteness.
Well, I don't have any clever endings to this meandering update post, but I'm happy to say to the internet, I'm baaaaack!
I would love to post more of these bridals, but I can't bear the thought of putting anymore headshots in disguise out on the web. However, I did want to give a shout out to my photographer Melissa Schoenhardt, who took these whilst a full 9 months pregnant (wowza). I'm pretty sure I got a mild case of bronchitis hanging out on a frozen lake all day (what we do for beauty), so she was definitely a trooper/genius. And, I promise, I did take some pictures looking at the camera and even possibly smiling. . . only because that's what ice princesses do once they've captured their prey.
Have you been to see the new lights/Disneyland parade at the Riverwoods? I'm shocked if you haven't since I'm pretty sure you can see them from Space. But since I love anything slightly overdone (hence my attraction to any event put on by my church), I've visited them several times in the past 3 weeks (Dale lives at the Riverwoods, shh). But, as is the case with me, I've never thought to take a picture. Yeah, I figure that the slideshow of my life in Heaven will be a lot more interesting this way. But, ever-so-often I find something so amazing that I have to take a picture. The following is a sign outside of one of the new glitzy shops that truly blew me away. . . so much so that I actually pulled out the old camera (on my phone):
Don't even for one second think that I had to coax Dale into dressing up as pair figure skaters for Halloween this year. He was just as enthusiastic about bringing back the spirit of Lillehammer '94 as I was. What can we say? We love the Olympics, almost as much as we love making costumes and Gold!