HOLY COW!!! I can't believe it is Thursday already. I was planning on posting something else this week so true story Thursday isn't the only day I post. Alas, that did not happen.
This weekend we headed down to Phoenix to visit our friends. They were expecting a baby last weekend and we wanted to be there with them. But cute baby Gavin didn't want to come until we left. Literally she went to the hospital to get induced the day we left. She originally was supposed to be induced Friday or Saturday, but babies aren't any one's schedule but their own. So we missed getting to see him. Kinda bummed about that one. I am hoping we get to see them again soon when they bless him.
Weird thing about me is, I am terrified of newborns. I hate holding them. They make me so nervous. I always feel like I am going to break them or have a clumsy moment and drop them. Seriously I didn't hold my niece Cindy until a few weeks ago. She is now close to a year, at least I think. I am so bad at birthday's. Anyways the point is I like to look, but not touch until they hit at least a year. Two is prime. They are so much then. We had the chance to play with Nixon all weekend. He is two and so energetic. We had a blast!
So for my true story this week, I decided to ask myself, "What did I do as a child that was totally normal until you went over to a friends house and found out it was weird?" There were a couple of things that stood out to me. 1) I love grilled cheese with honey, chicken nuggets dipped in honey, a donut with butter warmed up in the microwave or oven, dipping your toast in hot chocolate. Seriously these are so delicious, you should try them! 2) My house growing up was always clean. I mean we had to clean up the toys and make your bed every single day. I remember going over to friends house and being uncomfortable because they were so dirty.
Hopefully I'll be able to post something this upcoming week so true story Thursday isn't the only thing on here. We'll see. What I really need to do is take pictures!
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Friday, January 21, 2011
True Story Thursday (on a Friday)
Hello all.
I can't believe it has already been a whole week. Time sure does fly when you are constantly working on DIY projects. Still working on the bathroom, so you will just have to wait a while longer to see it in all its glory. Yes, I know it has been like a month, but hey what can you do.
For today's true story, I am taking you back to summer before freshman year. I was on the freshman cheerleading squad and was loving every minute of it. Cheer practice in the morning followed by carefree afternoons. One morning after practice, a few girls from the squad, myself included, headed to Provo to find some clothes for cheer camp. You know, work out clothes that matched so we looked like a team at camp. Anyways, after a fun day of shopping we headed back home.
Upon arriving, the rest of my family was outside working in the yard. (side note. Don't you just love it when you happen to miss out on yard work cause you get to shopping instead? Yeah me too!) I was excited to show my Mom one of my new outfits so I put it on and ran outside to show her. She was in the barn putting the lawn mower away. I went out to show her. She liked it, but clearly just wanted to be done with her day. As I was wandering out of the barn, out of no where, my brother LAYNE picked me up and literally dumped me into the horse trough. Apparently, he thought this would be "funny" and so did everyone else cause when I came up from the water they were ALL laughing. I did not think this was funny and was not laughing. I mean have you seen the inside of a horse trough?! They are disgusting with bits of who-knows-what floating around!
I proceeded to cry from the barn to the bathroom where I took at least 2 showers and cursed his name the entire time for ruining me new clothes.
Good story? Well it'll do for this week. I think of a good one for next week.
I can't believe it has already been a whole week. Time sure does fly when you are constantly working on DIY projects. Still working on the bathroom, so you will just have to wait a while longer to see it in all its glory. Yes, I know it has been like a month, but hey what can you do.
For today's true story, I am taking you back to summer before freshman year. I was on the freshman cheerleading squad and was loving every minute of it. Cheer practice in the morning followed by carefree afternoons. One morning after practice, a few girls from the squad, myself included, headed to Provo to find some clothes for cheer camp. You know, work out clothes that matched so we looked like a team at camp. Anyways, after a fun day of shopping we headed back home.
Upon arriving, the rest of my family was outside working in the yard. (side note. Don't you just love it when you happen to miss out on yard work cause you get to shopping instead? Yeah me too!) I was excited to show my Mom one of my new outfits so I put it on and ran outside to show her. She was in the barn putting the lawn mower away. I went out to show her. She liked it, but clearly just wanted to be done with her day. As I was wandering out of the barn, out of no where, my brother LAYNE picked me up and literally dumped me into the horse trough. Apparently, he thought this would be "funny" and so did everyone else cause when I came up from the water they were ALL laughing. I did not think this was funny and was not laughing. I mean have you seen the inside of a horse trough?! They are disgusting with bits of who-knows-what floating around!
I proceeded to cry from the barn to the bathroom where I took at least 2 showers and cursed his name the entire time for ruining me new clothes.
Good story? Well it'll do for this week. I think of a good one for next week.
Oh and did I forget to mention that I got a sewing machine for Christmas?! I suck at am still learning to sew. My machine is nothing fancy but does the trick. So I'll post a few pictures of my first project with it.
Before you jump to any conclusions, the skirt is for a little girl. I think it is pretty boring. Any ideas on how to make it cute? I would love some. And it was my first project without my mothers help, I mean her doing it for me. So it is not perfect, but a decent try for my first attempt don't ya think?
Thursday, January 13, 2011
TRUE Story
I have decided for your entertainment and mine, as well as for record keeping purposes I am going to try and post a TRUE story about me once a week, so I can remember it forever and ever and you can giggle at me forever and ever. Sound good? Yeah I kinda thought you would think so.
K here goes...
Once upon a time Oh alright I forgot, I said TRUE story....
When I was growing up, my family had a cabin near Strawberry Reservoir. We enjoyed the summer trips as much as we did the winter ones. (The winter trips were awesome because you had to snowmobile in all the way from the highway, and the roads were not groomed by any means. It looked more like small rolling hills of snow. I told you it was fun.) Anyways tangent over... We had many adventures four-wheeling, snowmobiling, tubing, hiking, playing in the hidden fort of rocks, shooting guns, you name it, it was done. However, there was just one downside to this cabin. It was in the middle of the woods. Now I know what you are all thinking... middle of the woods?? Isn't that where most cabins are???... Yes. That is where cabins are. Otherwise it wouldn't be much of a cabin now would it. Here in lies the problem. I am a little ashamed to admit that I am terrified of animals. YES pretty much ALL animals, cats and dogs included. Do you know what kind of animals live in the woods?! BEARS, COUGARS, all of the big untamed animals that can eat you! Right now you are probably laughing out loud at this, but I am not done with my story.
One night we were sitting around the dining room table when my sister let it slip that bears had been getting into peoples cabins and attacking people. I don't know to this day if she was serious or kidding but from that day forward I was terrified to even go to the cabin. Not to mention the fact that there were not 1 but 2 bear skins with heads, teeth, and eyes still intact mounted to the wall that I swear were going to come alive at any moment and attack me. (You see I have a very over active imagination.) From that point forward, when forced to go to the cabin, I would strategically pick a bedroom that I felt would be the safest in case one of those crazy bears, the mounted ones and the ones on a rampage, should attack. Never on the main floor, because hello, big glass sliding doors are clearly the most likely point of entry for the bears, so that left the basement. (Parents had top floor all to themselves.) Now I never really liked the basement either because, it was a basement. Creepy noises, cold and drafty, and that is where the boys always slept. (enough said right?!) Alright so where did I end of sleeping most nights? I am ashamed to admit it, but with my parents. Yep that's right, with my parents. Either in the middle of them, you know so the bears will get them first, or the farthest from the door holding my moms hand. Now I know you are laughing, because I am. I mean this went on for years, you can ask my mom.
Finally , or sadly in my case, I was banished from their room. So where did I sleep? On the top bunk in the basement. But I would still have nightmares. You want to know what helped cure it? Reading Jurassic Park until I fell asleep. Wait a min, wait a min, I know what you are thinking. Seriously bears terrify you but T-Rex doesn't? I know I am a very weird person.
From that day forward I have hated sleeping in the great outdoors, or indoors in the middle of great outdoors, whatever you get my point. Hey I don't like big furry things that can eat me okay?! Well I hope that made you giggle a little bit and whenever you are camping in the great outdoors you can think of me and put someone else close to the tent door! This post probably explains a lot about me right!
Have a great week everyone! Next week: another TRUE story. HUM...I think you all should post a TRUE story about yourselves as well. Don't you think that would be fun?!
K here goes...
When I was growing up, my family had a cabin near Strawberry Reservoir. We enjoyed the summer trips as much as we did the winter ones. (The winter trips were awesome because you had to snowmobile in all the way from the highway, and the roads were not groomed by any means. It looked more like small rolling hills of snow. I told you it was fun.) Anyways tangent over... We had many adventures four-wheeling, snowmobiling, tubing, hiking, playing in the hidden fort of rocks, shooting guns, you name it, it was done. However, there was just one downside to this cabin. It was in the middle of the woods. Now I know what you are all thinking... middle of the woods?? Isn't that where most cabins are???... Yes. That is where cabins are. Otherwise it wouldn't be much of a cabin now would it. Here in lies the problem. I am a little ashamed to admit that I am terrified of animals. YES pretty much ALL animals, cats and dogs included. Do you know what kind of animals live in the woods?! BEARS, COUGARS, all of the big untamed animals that can eat you! Right now you are probably laughing out loud at this, but I am not done with my story.
One night we were sitting around the dining room table when my sister let it slip that bears had been getting into peoples cabins and attacking people. I don't know to this day if she was serious or kidding but from that day forward I was terrified to even go to the cabin. Not to mention the fact that there were not 1 but 2 bear skins with heads, teeth, and eyes still intact mounted to the wall that I swear were going to come alive at any moment and attack me. (You see I have a very over active imagination.) From that point forward, when forced to go to the cabin, I would strategically pick a bedroom that I felt would be the safest in case one of those crazy bears, the mounted ones and the ones on a rampage, should attack. Never on the main floor, because hello, big glass sliding doors are clearly the most likely point of entry for the bears, so that left the basement. (Parents had top floor all to themselves.) Now I never really liked the basement either because, it was a basement. Creepy noises, cold and drafty, and that is where the boys always slept. (enough said right?!) Alright so where did I end of sleeping most nights? I am ashamed to admit it, but with my parents. Yep that's right, with my parents. Either in the middle of them, you know so the bears will get them first, or the farthest from the door holding my moms hand. Now I know you are laughing, because I am. I mean this went on for years, you can ask my mom.
Finally , or sadly in my case, I was banished from their room. So where did I sleep? On the top bunk in the basement. But I would still have nightmares. You want to know what helped cure it? Reading Jurassic Park until I fell asleep. Wait a min, wait a min, I know what you are thinking. Seriously bears terrify you but T-Rex doesn't? I know I am a very weird person.
From that day forward I have hated sleeping in the great outdoors, or indoors in the middle of great outdoors, whatever you get my point. Hey I don't like big furry things that can eat me okay?! Well I hope that made you giggle a little bit and whenever you are camping in the great outdoors you can think of me and put someone else close to the tent door! This post probably explains a lot about me right!
Have a great week everyone! Next week: another TRUE story. HUM...I think you all should post a TRUE story about yourselves as well. Don't you think that would be fun?!
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Desert
Remember the other day when I posted that I missed the desert? WELL, it has not been very desert like for the past week. It feels more like Portland than St. George. Crazy dang weather!
*note all photos taken from KSL.com
Be Safe everyone!
*note all photos taken from KSL.com
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Washington D. C.
Let me tell you... D.C. was ah-maz-ing! No lie. There is so much to see and do. I literally could not believe it. The only downside was it was FREEZING!!!! I missed the desert so much!
Our very first time riding the subway. Yeah we were a little scared but it wasn't that bad!
Washington Monument and the Capitol Building
By the way, I highly recommend taking a tour of the capitol. It was really cool, but make sure you schedule it through your congressman, you pretty much get a private tour.
Capitol Building
Washington Monument
We went to the Zoo and pretended to be Pandas...
...and then went and saw the real thing.
Oh can i just tell you, that everyplace we went on this trip was free. Let me repeat that in case you missed it. F-R-E-E, as in no entrance fees. How cool is that!
There are so many cool buildings around like every corner. I wish we had time to walk by all of them.
Alas that will have to be for another trip.
In case you were wondering?
admit it you at least thought about it once in your life
male version
female version
For reals?! I mean yeah that would suck. Thank you Air and Space Museum for enlightening me.
We also went on the tour of the Whitehouse and I got to shake Obama's hand! haha jk
It kind of sucked that all of the really cool things they won't let you take pictures of. Bummer!
Merry Christmas!!!! I hope you all have a wonderful holiday!
And a sneak peak at an upcoming post! Bathroom Remodel!
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Again no pictures sorry....
But I just thought I would let everyone know how much I utterly LOATH cleaning the oven. I tell myself after I spend hours cleaning it that I will buy an oven liner so I can just stick that sucker in the dishwasher when it needs it, and what do I do? Don't buy one, wait 6 months (or longer.. yeah that is how much I hate it) and kick myself in the pants that I didn't freakin buy one. WELL, I was productive on Monday and actually cleaned it and yesterday went to good old Bed Bath and Beyond and bought me one of those puppies. I hope it works as well as I keep telling everyone that comes in looking for one : o...
Love, Jenny
But I just thought I would let everyone know how much I utterly LOATH cleaning the oven. I tell myself after I spend hours cleaning it that I will buy an oven liner so I can just stick that sucker in the dishwasher when it needs it, and what do I do? Don't buy one, wait 6 months (or longer.. yeah that is how much I hate it) and kick myself in the pants that I didn't freakin buy one. WELL, I was productive on Monday and actually cleaned it and yesterday went to good old Bed Bath and Beyond and bought me one of those puppies. I hope it works as well as I keep telling everyone that comes in looking for one : o...
Love, Jenny
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Funny Thing I Call Life!
I read this so cute blog the other day and I think she is so witty! Her blog seriously cracks me up! So it just made me start thinking about my life and the funny everyday moments. Alright, I am not that funny, but here are a few of the funny and not-so-funny things that happened to me this week. That's right. I said this week. Amazing how often things happen when you are trying to notice them.
1- Jared totally serious- talking to himself- "girlfriends...wife...girlfriend... Jen why don't they call it a wifefriend? man i giggled a little at that one.
2- I ripped my pants while AT work. A hole in my unmentionable area. Yeah that was embarrassing and I had to stay at work. ok ok so I only had 30 mins of my shift left and the hole really wasn't that big but whatever..
3- Woke up Sunday morning and Jared said "You want to know what I love about being married to you?" Me- "no why" Jared--"I love seeing your beautiful face in the morning" So sweet. Man I love him.
4- We locked ourselves out of the house. We wanted to take a break from homework when I say we I mean Jared and head up to Swig for a treat. Husband hobbles out to car and I lock the door and follow. Pretty typical for us. Get to the car and Jared pulls out the truck keys. Truck is in the garage, we are not. We spend the next hour trying to break into our house. Kinda funny trying to watch your husband hobble around the house on a broken ankle while trying to jimmy open windows and doors. At one point he pulls out a credit card and tries to unlock the door with it. I tell him "you know that only works in the movies right?" Him "yeah, but I thought I'd try anyways" one very crumpled credit card and we know that Jared won't be becoming a professional thief anytime soon. Lucky for us Riley showed up about 20 mins into the "how in the heck are we going to get into our house with no key or phone to call anyone" dilemma had a screw driver with him and they found a way to get us back into the house without breaking anything. yeah! funny thing... I had my phone in my hoddie pocket the entire time and didn't know it until after!
Alright so that isn't so much but I am pretty sure I would have let all those things slide with out really taking notice. It is fun to be paying attention to your own life! I guess I need to start paying more attention! Those little things make it so wonderful!
Love, Jenny
sorry no pictures...I'm lame. totally understand if no one reads this because sometimes I just look at the pictures too. no worries. :)
oh and in case you couldn't figure it out. Jared's ankle was broken so that means 6 weeks in a ginormous boot and crutches and me trying to keep him off his foot and be a loving wife and wait on him hand and foot. sarcasm there because sometimes it is annoying waiting on someone! love you Jared!
1- Jared totally serious- talking to himself- "girlfriends...wife...girlfriend... Jen why don't they call it a wifefriend? man i giggled a little at that one.
2- I ripped my pants while AT work. A hole in my unmentionable area. Yeah that was embarrassing and I had to stay at work. ok ok so I only had 30 mins of my shift left and the hole really wasn't that big but whatever..
3- Woke up Sunday morning and Jared said "You want to know what I love about being married to you?" Me- "no why" Jared--"I love seeing your beautiful face in the morning" So sweet. Man I love him.
4- We locked ourselves out of the house. We wanted to take a break from homework when I say we I mean Jared and head up to Swig for a treat. Husband hobbles out to car and I lock the door and follow. Pretty typical for us. Get to the car and Jared pulls out the truck keys. Truck is in the garage, we are not. We spend the next hour trying to break into our house. Kinda funny trying to watch your husband hobble around the house on a broken ankle while trying to jimmy open windows and doors. At one point he pulls out a credit card and tries to unlock the door with it. I tell him "you know that only works in the movies right?" Him "yeah, but I thought I'd try anyways" one very crumpled credit card and we know that Jared won't be becoming a professional thief anytime soon. Lucky for us Riley showed up about 20 mins into the "how in the heck are we going to get into our house with no key or phone to call anyone" dilemma had a screw driver with him and they found a way to get us back into the house without breaking anything. yeah! funny thing... I had my phone in my hoddie pocket the entire time and didn't know it until after!
Alright so that isn't so much but I am pretty sure I would have let all those things slide with out really taking notice. It is fun to be paying attention to your own life! I guess I need to start paying more attention! Those little things make it so wonderful!
Love, Jenny
sorry no pictures...I'm lame. totally understand if no one reads this because sometimes I just look at the pictures too. no worries. :)
oh and in case you couldn't figure it out. Jared's ankle was broken so that means 6 weeks in a ginormous boot and crutches and me trying to keep him off his foot and be a loving wife and wait on him hand and foot. sarcasm there because sometimes it is annoying waiting on someone! love you Jared!
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