It's been far too long since I've posted anything on here, huh. Not too much has happened...except for us moving into a cute apartment! We were looking at this one bedroom, and it didn't work out, but it turned out to be the companies fault that we didn't get it. So, they gave us a two bedroom for a really good deal! Just a little bit more than what we would have been paying for the one bed. And it's really really neat. The two bedrooms are on the bottom floor along with a bathroom; all good sized. Then, you go upstairs and there's a big loft-type room. A big living room and kitchen with vaulted ceilings and and a big half bath. And there's these pretty french doors that go out to a balcony (which is gross cause there's all these birds that poop all over it and put mud nests all over. We'll clean that up soon so we can actually go out there.) But we both love it!
We have a cute little stream thing that runs right behind our place and little duckies float through it. It's fun! And fyi, they love bread. Not popcorn, or crackers, or cereal, or waffles. Just bread. We're starting to get it all decorated cute and stuff. It finally feels like home, especially after we were able to get out all of our wedding gifts and put them to good use. I'll put some pictures up as soon as I find my camera charger. But yeah, just thought I should probably tell you, like, the most exciting thing ever!
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Thursday, July 1, 2010
New Beginnings.
Well, we're well on our way to getting a new apartment! And I'm ready. Not that the Nana and Papa weren't wonderful for letting us live in their house and help us save money. And not that the Clarks haven't been wonderful for allowing us to stay in their basement and help us out even more (though unfortunately this time we didn't do quite as well at saving. Dang). But I'm ready to finally get to a place to call our own. To finally open up all of our wedding presents. Use our new dishes and silverwear; use our iron and vacuum; try out our skillet and blender. It's exciting! I love my kitchen stuff, and it will be fun to use it! I think this change will occur in the next week or two, and we have a great 2 bedroom apartment for only 450! That's a steal these days. (That made me sound old.)
Now, I guess this will be our real test to see if we can quit emptying our pockets on crap and junk. I know we made plenty of money to pay for this, it's just our spending habbits that we don't have enough money for. So I say lets KICK those habbits now!!
Now, I guess this will be our real test to see if we can quit emptying our pockets on crap and junk. I know we made plenty of money to pay for this, it's just our spending habbits that we don't have enough money for. So I say lets KICK those habbits now!!
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Come home, Abbey.
Abbey Sunderland.
A brave, 16 year-old girl who wanted to become the youngest to circumnavigate around the world in a sailboat. She lost contact with satellites this morning after rough water and a raging storm. Her emergency beacons have been activated. Officials are searching for her, but have lost all communication with her.
Please, remember her in your prayers.
Beat up...from the inside out.
Lately I've really been getting down on myself.
And I wish I could just stop thinking negative things about myself, but we all know it's just not as easy as that. And I've been thinking, why do we do that to ourselves? Where did all of this negative thinking come from?? Did cave-wives do the same? I can't really imagine a cave-wife sitting in her cave-bathroom and looking at herself in the mirror thinking "Does this fur make my butt look big?" Or, "Wow, I have too much cellulite on my legs." Or, "My hair is a disaster today!"
It had to have started somewhere. Of course, I think most of us can justly say that we hold the media responsible for a large portion of our distorted body images. When they begin to say that being a size 2 is ideal and sexy, the rest of us normal 6's (or 8's or 10's) start looking down at our bodies and questioning our healthy "imperfect" bodies. I think a body is ideal and sexy and you're confident in it, and you're healthy.
Negative thinking is not healthy.
It is a plague. It is a disease that spreads and harms, and even kills.
Now, just because I'm writing this, I don't want you to think that I'm like...depressed or that I hate my body or something. It's just that, the little things that we pick at about ourselves is really frustrating. I look at the size 4, beautiful woman that works in my office, as she diets consistently and always talks about how she can't eat that cookie or that half bagel ever because she can't have carbs since she's trying to get her pooch off...! I mean, she literally eats the meat and cheese off the top of her pizza cause she can't eat the bread as well. Why?? Now, that's just ridiculous. Or when my incredibly fit husband looks at his legs and says he has chicken legs, or down at his tummy and says he has a "gut."
We all need to stop being unrealistic and so judgemental about ourselves and just live our lives a little fuller. I want to wake up every morning and look in the morning and think to myself, "I'm a beautiful woman."
Because, I am.
And I wish I could just stop thinking negative things about myself, but we all know it's just not as easy as that. And I've been thinking, why do we do that to ourselves? Where did all of this negative thinking come from?? Did cave-wives do the same? I can't really imagine a cave-wife sitting in her cave-bathroom and looking at herself in the mirror thinking "Does this fur make my butt look big?" Or, "Wow, I have too much cellulite on my legs." Or, "My hair is a disaster today!"
It had to have started somewhere. Of course, I think most of us can justly say that we hold the media responsible for a large portion of our distorted body images. When they begin to say that being a size 2 is ideal and sexy, the rest of us normal 6's (or 8's or 10's) start looking down at our bodies and questioning our healthy "imperfect" bodies. I think a body is ideal and sexy and you're confident in it, and you're healthy.
Negative thinking is not healthy.
It is a plague. It is a disease that spreads and harms, and even kills.
Now, just because I'm writing this, I don't want you to think that I'm like...depressed or that I hate my body or something. It's just that, the little things that we pick at about ourselves is really frustrating. I look at the size 4, beautiful woman that works in my office, as she diets consistently and always talks about how she can't eat that cookie or that half bagel ever because she can't have carbs since she's trying to get her pooch off...! I mean, she literally eats the meat and cheese off the top of her pizza cause she can't eat the bread as well. Why?? Now, that's just ridiculous. Or when my incredibly fit husband looks at his legs and says he has chicken legs, or down at his tummy and says he has a "gut."
We all need to stop being unrealistic and so judgemental about ourselves and just live our lives a little fuller. I want to wake up every morning and look in the morning and think to myself, "I'm a beautiful woman."
Because, I am.
Lonely, lonely, sad.
Prologue.
Tyson and I, our first date was on September 11, 2009. We literally went out every single night after that. We were engaged three weeks later. Married three and a half months later. And have not been apart for a single day since our first date that September 11th.
Present Day
Tyson left on Tuesday morning to go to Moab. Uh...how do I function?? It has been almost 2 and 1/2 days since he's been gone, and man-oh-man. It's the worse. I hate having him gone. I was thinking I was going to sleep so well with him gone; no more waking up every time he turns over or snorts! But, alas; I lay alone in bed for a couple hours before exhaustion finally wins and I am able to fade out. I need him back! He will be back on Saturday; so let's pray that I'm still human by then. That I haven't turned into some depressed, mushy "thing" that just lays in bed and stares blankly at the TV or something.
Is that pathetic?? Some might think so. But, I think not. And I don't blame you for thinking it is! But I like things the way they are. (Not with him being gone, but with us being attached at the hip and slightly inseparable.)
Tyson and I, our first date was on September 11, 2009. We literally went out every single night after that. We were engaged three weeks later. Married three and a half months later. And have not been apart for a single day since our first date that September 11th.
Present Day
Tyson left on Tuesday morning to go to Moab. Uh...how do I function?? It has been almost 2 and 1/2 days since he's been gone, and man-oh-man. It's the worse. I hate having him gone. I was thinking I was going to sleep so well with him gone; no more waking up every time he turns over or snorts! But, alas; I lay alone in bed for a couple hours before exhaustion finally wins and I am able to fade out. I need him back! He will be back on Saturday; so let's pray that I'm still human by then. That I haven't turned into some depressed, mushy "thing" that just lays in bed and stares blankly at the TV or something.
Is that pathetic?? Some might think so. But, I think not. And I don't blame you for thinking it is! But I like things the way they are. (Not with him being gone, but with us being attached at the hip and slightly inseparable.)
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Eternity...
Doing all I can to make things better
Everything I can to get things right
Baby when you're with me it's a
little more like Heaven
Here in my mind, here in my mind
Just can't let this old world get us down
There's too much beauty in this life
It should be so perfect
We shouldn't know we've made it to the other side
When we make it to the other side
Oh you know it's got to be so beautiful
Oh and everyone is so free
Love, love is the only thing
Love, love is the only thing
there is between you and me
I've been looking for so long to
find this place I see
And I've just got to believe
it's more than a dream
Seems it's time I should move on
but I hope you come with me
Till we find
eternity
Date Night
I love date nights with my sweet husband. I love dressing up and looking nice for him, and having him dress up and look all sexy to show off my win. :) Which, he always looks sexy, and I always love to show him off...but it's fun to dress up and do something different. Last night we went for a nice dinner out to Jakers. After which, we went to Miracle Hot Springs. It was great because normally when we go there it's the weekend and there's a bunch of obnoxious teenaged couples, feeling eachother up or splashing us in the face during their games. But since it was a Monday, we had the pool all to ourselves and just had fun playing around and goofing off.
But really, there is nothing like finding that one person that you want to spend the rest of your life with. The one and only. Tyson. The feeling is simply incredible. We just drove back from Buhl with smiles on our faces and held eachothers' hand as tightly as ever. He said to me "You're such a special girl." And when he said it, I believed it. It means so much more to me coming from him than anyone else. His words bring tears to my eyes. (Tears of happiness, of course.)
Buhl is a long ways away, so we made a daring little pit stop on our way home. Then we tip-toed back into a dark, sleeping home, climbed into bed, (checked the outcome of the Jazz game: 4th loss of the playouts. Out.), cuddled up next to eachothers warm body, and went to sleep. Marriage is bliss.
But really, there is nothing like finding that one person that you want to spend the rest of your life with. The one and only. Tyson. The feeling is simply incredible. We just drove back from Buhl with smiles on our faces and held eachothers' hand as tightly as ever. He said to me "You're such a special girl." And when he said it, I believed it. It means so much more to me coming from him than anyone else. His words bring tears to my eyes. (Tears of happiness, of course.)
Buhl is a long ways away, so we made a daring little pit stop on our way home. Then we tip-toed back into a dark, sleeping home, climbed into bed, (checked the outcome of the Jazz game: 4th loss of the playouts. Out.), cuddled up next to eachothers warm body, and went to sleep. Marriage is bliss.
Mean Old Man Spring
I think Spring is just mocking us now. He's trying to make a mockery of our high spirits and desire to unpack our short-sleeve shirts and shorts. But he can only hold back summer for so long. Soon, summer will push past mean ol' Spring with a big smile and bright rays that cast across our bodies, warming our freezing, wet extremities.
No, but I guess in all actuality, Spring is approaching. I can feel it. Somedays. I'm just being overdramatic and impatient. I've lived in Idaho for...how many years now? 15. Yet, still, it's the same thing every year; we humans never learn, do we.
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