Dear Wednesday,
Why are you always such a loooong day?
Dear Friday Night,
I can't wait for you to come!
Dear Restless Mind,
Please just focus.
Dear Pregnancy Acne,
Go away!
Dear Pregnancy Appetite,
You are really annoying. Please just find something that you like and stick with it; Just don't let it be something too fattening or unhealty, I don't need to look like a hippo quite yet.
Dear Paige,
Please wake up on the other side of the bed tomorrow. You were a little bit too crabby this morning.
Dear Recently purchased fabric from Joannes,
I have great plans for you! Paige's new bedspread is going to be sooo cute.
Dear Paige's room,
Soon you will be decorated very cute-ly. I know it's about time.
Dear Periwinkle Toyota Tacoma,
Thanks for pulling out in front of me today and bringing me a random memory/reminisce today; It made me laugh outloud in my car...and I don't think anyone else would even think it was funny (had to be there) but me and maybe a couple girls that were 'there' - and then I heard their laughter in my head and that was a nice memory too.
Dear Carmen-the-dog,
I hope your real owners don't read my blog. I think you can sense that I'm annoyed with you because now you just annoy me more. You're just attention hungry, and sorry, Dog but I have a husband, a 3 year old and a bun in the oven, as well as me-myself-and-I, and that's how I divide my attention. Don't you have the trees to explore? Run along.
Dear Professor,
Will you please backoff with the reading assignments; Reading 90 pages of tax literature in one-week is out of control. Besides, you are making me really scared to take the CPA exams.
Dear fellow student,
It's ok to procrastinate and leave projects to the very end if they're your own, but NOT when it's a group project!!!
Dear Franklin Covey,
You make amazing planners; I don't know what I would do without you.
Dear Citibank,
Please stop calling every hour. We don't have your credit card and we don't want your credit card. If you're going to call people in the U.S. you'll probably have better luck if you use customer service persons who speak English clearly. Americans don't take kindly to outsourcing...I know I know...it has it's benefits; but your annoying phone calls is not one of them. I don't really care, and I'm not prejudice at all, and I don't think that the whole world should just automatically speak English and forget about their own language. What I'm saying is that company's like yourself shouldn't totally rule out housing call centers in the United States just for the sake of your people. I'm just saying...well, I could handle one phone call but not 12. OK?
Dear Grocery Store,
I'm sorry. I was going to come in. But I pulled into the parking lot and parked my car. And then I just didn't have the energy to get out of my car, get Paige out of her carseat, walk all the way into the store, push around the cart, pick up things, and pay for them, carry them back to the car, load them up, put Paige back in her carseat, drive home, carry groceries up the stairs. Well I was only going to get a frozen pizza anyway...and then I decided that it probably wouldn't be worth the effort. So maybe I'll come in another day. When I absolutely have to.
Dear Video on Facebook (posted by Heather Thompson),
I just watched you three times. Apparently I like to cry. Not just little tears - I'm talking, streaming tears, lump in the throat, catches your breath kind of cry. I have always tried to imagine the overwhelming emotions that soldiers have when they finally get to come home, if even for a visit. And I've tried to imagine the feelings that a young lady would feel when her fiance' or husband is on his way home. I've thought about that before a few different times (1) When I was working at the airport and witnessed homecoming/greetings and (2) When my cousin Ken came home from Iraq to his waiting girlfriend and parents. But I never imagined the Surprise homecomings. Wow. So cool. And the kids hugging their daddies, and the daddies hugging their kids. That just breaks your heart, and warms your heart, makes you cry, and makes you smile...all at once. I guess it's necessary, we need soldiers, and we need to defend our country, but really? I tip my hat.
Dear Frozen Pizza,
I kinda wish I had gone into the grocery store now. But I don't even know what kind of frozen pizza to buy! Where is the Schwan's man when you need him? The Schwan's man probably says that about my mom...Where is my best customer when I need her? Sure could use the sales this week! Oh, back to you, pizza. I don't even know why I think I want you. I'm sure the sauce won't settle well.
Dear Maternity Shirts,
You look really frumpy right now. Not quite ready for you. But I think I'll take a picture just because it will be funny to compare how you fit now, to how you'll fit in the end! For now I'll just look like I'm going to rip the seams of my normal clothes.
Dear Paige (again),
You are so cute with your chocolate milk addiction. At least you're getting calcium and protein. And I love it when you say, "Momma, sit by me" and I love how much you love to cuddle. And you say thank-you for everything which is totally sweet and makes me happy. And I love it when you want me to take something from you and you say, "Here, take, take." You're such a big girl and you do a fabulous job of cleaning your feet and toes with soap in the bath. I can't wait to watch you as a big sister.
Dear Jesse,
Hurry home.
That's my thoughts for the day.
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Venting Machine
It's time for a new post, but I don't even know where to start. Summer is busy and fun and great. School keeps me too busy and I'm trying really hard to not let myself face extreme burn out. I just have to keep February in sight. I will be done with school appx. a week before our due date with baby #2. I know I shouldn't wish time along because it goes fast enough, but I think I have the right to at least hope that February comes faster than like, tomorrow!
I wish so bad that it was easier to be pregnant. I have a friend who is due on Aug 6th and she has been extremely uncomfortable for the last month; I mean even her face just looks like it hurts. Poor thing. She says, "I just can't do it anymore!" I think I remember saying that a few times with Paige.
I've been trying a few remedies to help deal with nausea, but ginger tea in NASTY! And I lost my motion sickness wrist bands, but I don't think they did anything anyway. What else...I've added a B-complex vitamin to my 'diet' - supposedly B6 helps, but it doesn't. The only thing I have praise for is the Calcium-Mag-D vitamin that curbs RLS. Having restless legs is insane. Totally insane.
Ok so enough venting about that...because I know it's worth it. Having a child is the most amazing thing in the world!
Now before I tackle my messy house, here are a couple pictures from our recent Braaten family reunion.
Guess that's it for now!
I wish so bad that it was easier to be pregnant. I have a friend who is due on Aug 6th and she has been extremely uncomfortable for the last month; I mean even her face just looks like it hurts. Poor thing. She says, "I just can't do it anymore!" I think I remember saying that a few times with Paige.
I've been trying a few remedies to help deal with nausea, but ginger tea in NASTY! And I lost my motion sickness wrist bands, but I don't think they did anything anyway. What else...I've added a B-complex vitamin to my 'diet' - supposedly B6 helps, but it doesn't. The only thing I have praise for is the Calcium-Mag-D vitamin that curbs RLS. Having restless legs is insane. Totally insane.
Ok so enough venting about that...because I know it's worth it. Having a child is the most amazing thing in the world!
Now before I tackle my messy house, here are a couple pictures from our recent Braaten family reunion.
Guess that's it for now!
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
L stands for LiLacs and....Love :)
This month is our (Jesse & I) 10 year High School graduation anniversary. WOW!
It is also our 10 year anniversary from when we started dating. We dated for 5 years and now have been married for 5 (next month)! I don't know the date at which we officially started dating, if there even was an official date(?) Honestly, I sometimes can't even remember our wedding anniversary date.
Anyway...I told you that the last picture of the last slideshow was a preview of my next blog post. Now, IF your name happens to be Ellen or Becky or, well I don't remember who else has had to hear this story before, you need not read any further...AND if you don't particularly care for giddy little sweet stories, then also do not read further. BUT if you want to know just WHY lilacs were our wedding flower and why lilacs make me S-M-I-L-E then please enjoy the story. Oh, and Dad and Mom, I don't know if you want to read either - it's not bad, but I don't want to even THINK that someday Paige might be 'old enough' for this stuff!
The Story:
Once upon a time a silly little blonde girl had a BIG HUGE crush on a very attractive classmate with amazing biceps and cool shoes, who also happened to be the best athlete in the land AND was super shy, and oh, his eyes, wow, his eyes...IF he would ever make eye contact! There was just something about him! He wasn't just Jesse, he was Jesse Hedeen. (For some reason I always referred to him as Jesse Hedeen, not just Jesse. haha).
Finally she caught his attention when she spilled her Biggie sized pop in math class ~ that broke the ice, no pun intended. During the track season of their junior year the silly blonde girl (referred to as SBG from here on out) and The Jesse Hedeen (referred to as TJH from here-forward) became friends. The friendship grew through their senior year; Imagine being that poor SBG and dealing with a bad/good case of The Daily Butterflies!
As the track season of their senior year progressed, the lilacs eventually started blooming. One day the SBG and TJH 'happened' to be leaving the field at the same time. The mystical TJH said, "I love it when the lilacs finally start blooming in the spring! They smell soooo good." The SBG thought it was so cute that TJH had just said such a thing.
A month later, when the lilacs were in full bloom, the SBG left track practice and headed toward her car; on her windshield, tucked into the windshield wiper, was a little bundle of freshly picked lilacs. At first she thought they were from her old boyfriend and almost tossed them into the road, as she had previously done with a few dozen annoying red roses, BUT then she remembered, with glee, THAT conversation she had had with TJH. Maybe...just maybe.......
She never found out for sure, but she pretended that they were from TJH and drove around with the lilacs in her car until they were dead and brittle, until....a new, bigger bundle of lilacs were found on her windshield again!!!
Still never knowing, after track season ended and graduation happened, the SBG was telling her cousin Becky about how the lilacs and how she was 'sure' they had to have been from TJH and Becky said, "Well if you marry him someday, you know what your wedding flower will have to be!"
Shortly after that, TJH became MJH (My Jesse Hedeen) and he eventually admitted to being the secret lilac-leaver.
And 10 yeas later, he still has amazing biceps, cool shoes, beautiful eyes and can still run fast and hit homeruns, but he's not so shy anymore. And sadly, I'm still the SBG who spills her food and drink. How crazy is it that this guy, this huge crush of mine, who seemed to Hollywood-Brad-Pittesque-Unobtainable became my husband... and we even have an amazing little girl that we get to enjoy together.
I have never particularly cared for TJH to buy me flowers, it seems like a waste of money, but when he brings me home a hand-picked little handful of lilacs it just makes my day.
It is also our 10 year anniversary from when we started dating. We dated for 5 years and now have been married for 5 (next month)! I don't know the date at which we officially started dating, if there even was an official date(?) Honestly, I sometimes can't even remember our wedding anniversary date.
Anyway...I told you that the last picture of the last slideshow was a preview of my next blog post. Now, IF your name happens to be Ellen or Becky or, well I don't remember who else has had to hear this story before, you need not read any further...AND if you don't particularly care for giddy little sweet stories, then also do not read further. BUT if you want to know just WHY lilacs were our wedding flower and why lilacs make me S-M-I-L-E then please enjoy the story. Oh, and Dad and Mom, I don't know if you want to read either - it's not bad, but I don't want to even THINK that someday Paige might be 'old enough' for this stuff!
The Story:
Once upon a time a silly little blonde girl had a BIG HUGE crush on a very attractive classmate with amazing biceps and cool shoes, who also happened to be the best athlete in the land AND was super shy, and oh, his eyes, wow, his eyes...IF he would ever make eye contact! There was just something about him! He wasn't just Jesse, he was Jesse Hedeen. (For some reason I always referred to him as Jesse Hedeen, not just Jesse. haha).
Finally she caught his attention when she spilled her Biggie sized pop in math class ~ that broke the ice, no pun intended. During the track season of their junior year the silly blonde girl (referred to as SBG from here on out) and The Jesse Hedeen (referred to as TJH from here-forward) became friends. The friendship grew through their senior year; Imagine being that poor SBG and dealing with a bad/good case of The Daily Butterflies!
As the track season of their senior year progressed, the lilacs eventually started blooming. One day the SBG and TJH 'happened' to be leaving the field at the same time. The mystical TJH said, "I love it when the lilacs finally start blooming in the spring! They smell soooo good." The SBG thought it was so cute that TJH had just said such a thing.
A month later, when the lilacs were in full bloom, the SBG left track practice and headed toward her car; on her windshield, tucked into the windshield wiper, was a little bundle of freshly picked lilacs. At first she thought they were from her old boyfriend and almost tossed them into the road, as she had previously done with a few dozen annoying red roses, BUT then she remembered, with glee, THAT conversation she had had with TJH. Maybe...just maybe.......
She never found out for sure, but she pretended that they were from TJH and drove around with the lilacs in her car until they were dead and brittle, until....a new, bigger bundle of lilacs were found on her windshield again!!!
Still never knowing, after track season ended and graduation happened, the SBG was telling her cousin Becky about how the lilacs and how she was 'sure' they had to have been from TJH and Becky said, "Well if you marry him someday, you know what your wedding flower will have to be!"
Shortly after that, TJH became MJH (My Jesse Hedeen) and he eventually admitted to being the secret lilac-leaver.
And 10 yeas later, he still has amazing biceps, cool shoes, beautiful eyes and can still run fast and hit homeruns, but he's not so shy anymore. And sadly, I'm still the SBG who spills her food and drink. How crazy is it that this guy, this huge crush of mine, who seemed to Hollywood-Brad-Pittesque-Unobtainable became my husband... and we even have an amazing little girl that we get to enjoy together.
I have never particularly cared for TJH to buy me flowers, it seems like a waste of money, but when he brings me home a hand-picked little handful of lilacs it just makes my day.
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Spring Photo Album
What a fun 'start' to Spring and Summer...very fun times with friends and family. Loving our new home, our jobs, and the end of a long winter. Paige turned 3. Wow. We celebrated by taking a very quick trip to Portland for her bday weekend. Jesse's mom and family were able to join us for a fun sunny at the zoo. And then Jesse and I got to go to a Nickleback concert at the Rose Garden while Grandma CharLee babysat Paige and got in some good snuggling time. The concert was awesome, my favorite band...pretty sad maybe that I knew every single song; The best part about a loud rock concert is that you can sing along really loud and the person right next to you can't even hear you! haha.
We rented a brand new Chevy Malibu for the drive, there was NO way we were going to mess with the high possibility of car problems along the way. Everytime we got in the car Paige would say, "Oooh, nice car!" Poor little girl, even she knows the difference.
We came back and had a sweet little bday party for her with Great-Grandma Linda and Grandpa and Grandma B. I was reminded of the harsh reality on Mother's Day that I wasn't super-mom...considering that I had to ask MY mom to make my very own daughter's birthday cake! But it was delicious and adorable so we're all happy.
The following weekend we had a very fun weekend lots of our relatives in town for Kenny's wedding.
Now I must finish up my homework for the day while Jesse is mowing the lawn and Paige is taking a nap. Oh but check back soon, I have a fun blog topic. The very last picture in this slideshow is a sneak preview ;)
We rented a brand new Chevy Malibu for the drive, there was NO way we were going to mess with the high possibility of car problems along the way. Everytime we got in the car Paige would say, "Oooh, nice car!" Poor little girl, even she knows the difference.
We came back and had a sweet little bday party for her with Great-Grandma Linda and Grandpa and Grandma B. I was reminded of the harsh reality on Mother's Day that I wasn't super-mom...considering that I had to ask MY mom to make my very own daughter's birthday cake! But it was delicious and adorable so we're all happy.
The following weekend we had a very fun weekend lots of our relatives in town for Kenny's wedding.
Now I must finish up my homework for the day while Jesse is mowing the lawn and Paige is taking a nap. Oh but check back soon, I have a fun blog topic. The very last picture in this slideshow is a sneak preview ;)
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