Friday, July 30, 2010

Thank You and A Story


Thanks for your sweet and thoughtful comments yesterday. Really, thank you! I'll admit that you made me cry while I was reading comments at the post office.

Bother.

We, in the Jason and Noelle household, pray before we eat a meal...usually.

Last night we sat down to a dinner of turkey sandwiches and fruit and it was Jason's turn to pray.

He prayed all right...but forgot to bless the food...the whole purpose of praying before a meal.

We went about our evening: unbirthday party for Dad, complete with cake and gifts, me having a small meltdown, Jason telling me I was being irrational (just what every girl wants to hear), me telling Jason he can't ever use the word irrational again, you know, the usual...and before we knew it, it was time to go to sleep.

Jason said, "Let's say a prayer." Because in the Jason and Noelle household we do that too - pray before we go to bed at night...usually.

This is how Jason started:

(wait, is it sacrilegious of me to quote a prayer? I think I'll take my chances.)

"Dear Heavenly Father, please bless the food that we ate for dinner, that it will nourish our bodies..."

And with that I laughed right out loud...a lot...and couldn't focus on anything else Jason said.

That's
probably sacrilegious.

Have a great weekend Friends!!!

Thursday, July 29, 2010

A Look Inside My Heart

I've been thinking.

About a lot of things.

I essentially stopped writing in a journal the day I started my blog. And for the most part that's okay. I've been more creative with my blog than I ever was with my journal, and I've gained a lot of friends...friends that I never would have known had I continued with a journal.

However, there are occasions where I miss my journal. I miss the freedom of writing whatever I feel, no matter what it is. I miss pouring my heart out on paper, feeling completely safe to do so. Don't we all censor our blogs a little bit?

And that brings me back to this: I've been thinking. About a lot of things. And rather than write it out in journal form, I'm going to open up a little bit to you. Brave of me isn't it?

My sister called last night and asked if she could have some powdered sugar. Considering that I've got enough powdered sugar to last 7 years I said she could. She came over, bringing two of our nieces with her. I said to Becca, "Do you want me to watch them now, so that you can finish the cake you're making?" She said yes.

Erika and Gabi were thrilled to hang out at our house for a little while. They have crushes on Jason and love to spend time with him. (I guess they're like me in that regard.) They played the piano for a little while, and then asked Jason to play the guitar for them. We eventually walked to the park - with Erika and Gabi each wearing a pair of my flip flops - they showed up at my house each wearing a pair of Becca's high heels - we figured flip flops were the better option.

We slid down the slides, and played on the monkey bars, and lasted as long as we could until we cried 'uncle' to the mosquitoes who were eating us alive. On the walk home Jason stopped to pet a cat that was also out for an evening stroll. When he was finished I told him that he couldn't hold my hand again until he had washed his hands. I'm not an animal person. And I'm especially not a cat person.

Instead of holding my hand, he held Gabi's hand. And she scowled and then said, "Now I'm mad." When Jason asked her why she said, "Because you're hand is all germy and now I have to wash my hands too." Ahh...I love that 5 year old little girl.

After the girls' daddy came to pick them up Jason wrestled me until I cried 'uncle' for the second time that night. We called it a night and got ready for bed.

After I crawled in bed I looked at Jason and asked, "Do you really want kids?"

He was quite for a minute and then said, "I don't know."

He asked me the same question. And after a small pause, I slowly shook my head no.

He looked surprised and said, "You don't?"

Before we got married Jason's dad cautioned us on the reality that we would be giving up our independence once we said 'I do.' I haven't felt like I've given my independence up. I actually like having someone waiting for me at home, and having someone who cares to know where I am and what I'm doing. And I love having someone to do things with.

What I've realized though, and what I tried to explain to Jason last night is this: when it comes right down to it, I'm selfish. I am selfish with my time. I've given up a lot of 'me time' and what little I have I'm protective of. I used to read a lot. Now I can count on one hand the number of books I've read in the last four months. I used to spend two or three nights a week with friends, and now I have to search for the time to even get one night away with a friend. I used to exercise every day and now I barely have time to keep the laundry done.

Don't get me wrong. I wouldn't change my life for anything. I'm happier than I've ever been. I love my husband, and all the responsibilities that come with being a wife. And it makes me feel so much more normal to know that Jason is struggling with the same things. That's why I love him.

But ummm...with all of the little girl feelings I have inside...kids?

I'm scared. Plain and simple. I'm really really scared.

People tell me all the time, "You'll be such a great mom." And you know what, (it may be the only time I'll be this bold) they're right. I think I will be a great mom.. I love kids...they love me...loving kids and taking care of them has never been my problem. It's just that I know exactly what it takes to have a child and take care of it forever (because who are we kidding - my parents are still taking care of me and I'm nearly 35)...and forever is a long time.

I'll have kids. Because even though I told Jason I didn't want them, deep down in the bottom corner of my heart I really do. And deep down in the bottom corner of his heart, Jason wants them to.

And until it happens I'll just pray that God will make me equal to the task.

Thanks for listening...or reading rather.

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

What You Find At Costco

We were smelling cantaloupe in the produce section of Costco when I saw him. I'll pause a minute while you digest the fact that I was at Costco. If we're going to be technical, it was Jason smelling the cantaloupe...to me they all smell the same. But that's not the story. The story is that I saw a guy I knew. I knew him as well as if he were my cousin...except that I couldn't place how I knew him. I could hear his voice in my head but I could not remember his name.

This is not another voicemail from Jenny kind of experience. I really didn't know Jenny...but I knew this guy...kind of. I said to Jason, "Did you see that guy?" He didn't. I thought back to all of the places where I might have met him: it wasn't at school, it wasn't at church, it wasn't at work, I certainly didn't date him...how did I know him? I finally said to Jason, "Well, I either know him or he was in a movie I saw."

My mind stayed with the guy from the produce section until we went to check out. We were standing in line next to two guys who were talking about relationships. One guy was telling the other guy that he gave his relationship two weeks before it 'imploded'...because that's what happens to all of his relationships. I was thinking of the advice I could give him: maybe if you weren't so cocky your relationships would last longer...or maybe if you didn't spend more time on your hair than your girlfriend did...or maybe if you spent less time at the tanning salon and more time...you see, I get myself in trouble sometimes. Obviously I wasn't too impressed with the guy, but I was enjoying the conversation.

Oh...and I do that...I listen to people's conversations if they're loud enough to hear. I don't do it to be nosey, not really. I just do it because people fascinate me.

So there I was giving telepathic advice to Mr. I Can't Maintain a Relationship when Jason interrupted:

"Do you know that guy?"

I told him I didn't.

"Well, you're looking at him like you want to date him or something."

What? Is my husband a tad bit jealous? I asked him that and he said he wasn't. "I could take him if I had to," was Jason's very macho response.

Made my heart beat a little faster to think that Jason was jealous. I explained to Jason that I just like to watch and listen and then told him all I had learned about the guy I was watching. I'm not sure that he was impressed.

As we were loading our car I said, "Dang I wish I could remember how I knew that guy."

...see Husband, my thoughts were already back with the other guy...no need to be jealous.

Fast forward 24 hours. I was on the freeway headed towards my friend's house. We were going to dinner. The face of the guy from Costco popped up in my mind and just as quickly as it did I knew who he was.


Tyson...from Survivor Heroes vs. Villains. I tried to find a picture with his shirt on (for my mom) but have you seen Survivor? No one ever wears a shirt. And that's the truth Mom.

Monday, July 26, 2010

An Interview With the Husband

Have you noticed a dry spell in entertaining post subjects? Yes? That's what I was afraid of. I asked Jason to write a post and he declined. Can you believe that?!! He declined! Instead I emailed him a list of questions and asked him to answer them. He did only because he was worried that his future happiness depended on it.

1. What’s your favorite thing to eat?

-I would have to say fresh fruit. I love cantaloupe and red grapes! I recently ate at an Indian Restaurant in Denver that has to have been the best food I've ever eaten. I ordered Chicken Masala. My mouth is watering just thinking about it…

2. What’s your favorite pastime?

-It kind of goes in phases; currently it's riding my road bike. I also love to play the piano and play basketball when I can. I mostly love to watch movies with my wife. Actually any time spent with Noelle is something I can't wait to do.

I wonder what part of watching movies with me he likes...when I fall asleep after 20 minutes or when I bug him to tell me how it's going to end...every two seconds.

3. What’s the best thing about being married?

-Having someone there who really cares about me. I also found someone who never complains and supports everything I do. I consider myself very lucky...

4. What’s your wife’s best feature?

-I love her smile and that certain way she looks at me…yowzers!

I didn't realize I looked at him a certain way...hmm...

5. Why did you tell your wife her head was full of fluff?

-As I recall, I didn't tell her that, but she blind-sided me with the question of whether or not her head was full of fluff. I was subsequently caught in a corner and, without thinking, blurted out a 'yes'. My initial thought was that she liked movies that had 'fluff' in them so she wouldn't like this certain action movie we were discussing. My wife is very intelligent. Her head is definitely not full of fluff but wisdom and deep thoughts. She is wise beyond her years.

This is how it really went:

Jason was telling me about his favorite movie and summed it all up by saying, "But I don't think you would like it. It's pretty deep actually."

And my reply was: "And you think my brain is full of fluff and can't handle deep movies?"

He said, "Yes."

Pretty black and white to me.

6. What made you finally decide to get married…after 39 years?

-I have no idea other than it took me that long to find her. If only she would have come around sooner…however, I have no regrets. I don't think marriage could be any better! There are many good things about getting married a little later in life. One is that we don't take being married for granted. We both know all too well how being alone feels... Definitely no regrets!

7. What song best describes your marriage?

-"How Sweet It Is" Written by James Taylor, Performed by Michael Buble

8. List 5 things you want for your next birthday:

-To spend all day with my wife.
-To fix my wife dinner
-To have my house in Monticello be a distant memory
-Homemade Cherry Pie and Vanilla Ice Cream
-For my wife to surprise me (I promise I will love whatever it is!)

Dear Mom, can you make Jason a cherry pie for his birthday? I'll buy the ingredients and wash the dishes!

9. If you could change one thing about your life what would it be?

-To Be Debt Free

10. Tell our blogging friends three random things about you:

-I was in the Army National Guard for 14 years.
-I'm an assistant Cub Master
-My greatest experiences usually involve standing on something really high and looking at an amazing view. Noelle and I recently stood on a mountain top near the place where I grew up. It was magical...

And there you have it...5 minutes with my husband. I emailed him a little while ago and asked what he had for lunch. This is what he said:

"What I had for lunch was a bowl of the most delectable cereal you can imagine. Actually it was chocolate Rice Krispies and Reeses Pieces Cereal mixed together (we really have to go shopping.) And a couple of slices of toast (the bread is great as toast by the way.)"

I'm SO not a good wife. Too bad he's stuck with me.





Sunday, July 25, 2010

Bathing Beauties and Other Stuff

I think you should know I'm lousy at answering my cell phone.

I forget to take it with me...I leave it in my car...the battery dies...and if I answer it at work I can almost be guaranteed a customer will walk in two seconds later.

So...with that said...I listened to a voicemail I got today.

It went like this:

"Hi Noelle, it's Jenny.
I just wanted to say how sorry I was to dump all of that on you and then just run.
Thank you for being so sweet.
So we're still on for Tuesday between 6:30 and 7:00pm. See you then!"

I had my sisters listen to make sure I had heard everything correctly.

They all asked, "What did she dump on you?"

And I responded this way: "Maybe before you ask that question you should ask who Jenny is."

"Who's Jenny?" my sister asked.

12 hours later this is still my response: "I have NO idea."

Really.
No idea.
I love my life.

One more thing before the picture show:

We signed a contract on Jason's house. The buyer's funding is guaranteed.

WE'RE SELLING A HOUSE!

Our July 24th party was full of sun and chlorine and sugar and good food and volleyball and a magical (my niece's word not mine) display of fireworks.

And because I love my sisters, and want to remain their friends, you will not find a single picture of anyone over the age of 9 in these swimming pictures:

We'll start with Trouble the Diva. This picture was NOT staged. I said, "Hey Sami turn around (because her back was turned to us) and this was her pose. Jason got the picture right before she turned around again. She's in a don't take my picture phase:

Next up is Kate:

And then Allie, who won the family swimming competition. This girl's AMAZING!

Josh is not quite the fan of water that his cousins are:

We have Nick who could be the next Michael Phelps:

And then we have Ben. Oh...I guess he's over the age of 9 but I couldn't resist. He got in the floaty okay, but getting back out was not so easy. I laughed every time he pleaded "Help. Help"

While the adults played volleyball, these lovely ladies spied on the neighbors. I wish I could have been privy to that conversation!
And finally...the family volleyball team. We're amazing. But not.
I would like to say that I took pictures of the magical firework display, but I can't say it. I fell asleep almost as soon as my head hit the back of my chair.

Oh...and remember how I ended up being in charge of cutting up the fruit?

Ha! My brother-in-law cut it up!






Saturday, July 24, 2010

It's My Lucky Day

In planning for our July 24th extravaganza my sister handed out food assignments.

"Noelle you're in charge of dessert."

Perfect. Something I'm good at. Because I am really good with desserts.

A few hours later my sister-in-law asked if she could switch assignments with me.

"Can I do dessert and you do the baked beans?" She has a lot of peaches and she wants to use them.

I said yes, as long as I could make them from a can. She said I could.

The next day my mom asked, "Can I switch you food assignments?"

I guess my brother-in-law doesn't want baked beans from a can and mom has a really good recipe.

I said yes.

"So what's my assignment now?"

Mom said, "I already bought the fruit. I just need you to cut it up."

Do you see how luck is on my side?

Friday, July 23, 2010

Absolutely Nada

I've been thinking since last night about what I was going to blog about today.

I've got nothing.

Nada.

Does that make you sad?

...or relieved that you won't have to read a long post from your's truly?

I'll tell you two little things:

I stayed up until 2 am watching The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants...Part 2.

And...

I babysat my two nephews last night. I said to my sister-in-law, "Is Tanner past the point where he pees on you while you're changing his diaper?"

She said yes.

She lied.

That little guy has some incredible aim!

Oh...and just a word of warning to my mom:

I spilled half a bottle of fingernail polish remover on your bathroom counter. I cleaned it up but boy howdy does it smell!

Okay...and one picture...just because...


Don't you love how they all have their floaties on...just in case?

Tomorrow is our annual July 24th party. I'll take pictures and report back. I'm sure you can't wait!

Okay...enough nonsense.

I have to figure out a way to stay awake for the rest of this ridiculously long day.

Happy Friday!

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Don't You...

Don't you hate it when you wake up at 5:00 am with a sore back and an upset stomach.

And don't you hate it when you can't get back to sleep until you move to the couch, and then when you wake up again you have a kink in your neck.

And don't you hate it when the Jamba Juice you bought for breakfast is in a faulty cup and the minute you pick it up, the cup collapses and your strawberry smoothie spills all over your keyboard.

And don't you hate it when an hour later you try to type and instead of getting this 'how' you get this 'hgopwe'.

And don't you hate it that when you go to buy a new keyboard they don't have the kind you like in stock.

And don't you hate it when you realize that your THIRD pair of jeans (within just a few months) has an irreparable hole.

And don't you hate it when you forget that you said you would take lunch to your neighbor who has cancer, and so instead of cooking the home cooked meal that you wanted to, you have to buy sandwiches from the local bakery.

And don't you hate it when your husband goes out of town...again.

And don't you hate it that when you finally finish work for the day your car is 112 degrees inside.

And don't you hate it when you can't find a pair of jeans that you love.

And don't you hate it when the lawn maintenance guys are mowing your lawn at 12:25 am, making so much noise that you can't sleep.

BUT...

Don't you love it when you call your sister and your niece is happy to talk to you.

And don't you love it when you are finally able to get that pedicure you've been talking about for weeks.

And don't you love it that the neighbor with cancer could care less what you bring him...he's just grateful that you care.

And don't you love it when you find the perfect something to put in that one spot.

And don't you love it when it rains...even if it's just for 10 minutes.

And don't you love it that when you do find a pair of jeans that will do, they're on sale for $12.

And don't you love it when you get an email that lets you know your friend is thinking about you.

And don't you love it when your husband calls you to tell you that someone has FINALLY made an offer on your house...and that soon...really soon...you will only have one mortgage to pay instead of two.

And don't you love the moment when you know that as soon as your head hits the pillow you'll be able to sleep.

And don't you love your blogging friends?

I do.

Another Love Note

Dear Little Brother,

Do you remember when we were younger and still living at home?

Do you remember how our bedrooms shared a wall?

Do you remember how you would play really loud, awful music at night?

Do you remember how I would hit the wall and tell you to turn it down?

Do you remember how sometimes you would hit the wall back and then turn the music up?

Do you remember how after I thought you were asleep I would sneak in and change the station and turn the radio down?

Do you remember how after I got in bed you would change the station back to your station?

Do you remember how we did this every single night?

Well...I remember too...and I've been mad at you all these years for the lack of sleep you caused me.

BUT...I want you to know there is a way for me to get over being mad...

Just keep having kids as cute as these little guys:

Except now I'm thinking...I'll bet your wife is the reason these kids are so cute...

So maybe I'll still be mad for a while...

I guess you could make it up to me one other way:

Chocolate Chip Cookies.

Love,

Your Big Sister



Monday, July 19, 2010

Young Love

If you ever...ever...say the word pocket within hearing distance of my mom, she will say Mr. Wocket in response. Here's an example:

"Noelle, where are your keys?"

"In my pocket."

"Mr. Wocket?"

Every time.

That's why I love her.

We're snuggled in bed...Jason with the remote and me with the laptop and my Aveeno Anti-Itch Cream. I'm going to be honest...I love being married to Jason.

Now, with all of that out of the way, do you want to hear about my first kiss?

I remember talking with my sister about my future first kiss. "I'll be so nervous," I said. "I'll probably have to apologize for being so ... 12 ... in kissing years." She laughed at me and said, "You'll figure it out."

We were going out for our third date. Our first two dates had been good...really good...and I knew he liked me. I was hoping he would kiss me but I was hoping he wouldn't kiss me too. Oh the angst of new love.

We had gone for a hike (hiking has always been in my blood) and were nearing our destination. We stood on top of a rock and looked out at the view...which was lovely. My date pulled out a thermos of hot chocolate and we stood side by side drinking it. I remember thinking what a romantic setting we were in and again I had a mental debate: "I hope he kisses me. I hope he doesn't kiss me. I really want to kiss him. No, I really don't want to kiss him." And so it went until my date interrupted my thoughts.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure," I replied.

"Can I kiss you?"

I looked at him for a minute and then timidly said yes. (Trust me, I thought I was going to die.)

As he leaned in to kiss me I repeated over and over again in my mind, "don't mess this up, don't mess this up."

I can't say there were fireworks with that first kiss...and to be honest, I've had much better kisses since then...but I'll always remember that moment. And I'll always be grateful to my date for being so gentle and respectful. When we pulled apart my date said, "You are a great kisser."

I think he was humoring me. In fact I'm sure he was humoring me. I was not a great kisser.

Sometime I'll have to ask him if at any point I got better at kissing.

Hold on. Pretend you're listening to elevator music for a second.

I just asked him. Jason still thinks I'm a great kisser. He says that's why he married me.







Sunday, July 18, 2010

It Might Be Too Much Information

The day before we left for our vacation I was sitting in my doctor's office.

The same doctor I've had forever. Well, not forever, but for as long as I can remember.

I imagine that he'll retire any day now, and then I'll go into a period of mourning.

The first thing he said after he sat down was, "Is your husband treating you well? You tell him if he's not I'll hunt him down."

And then he said, "So, why are you here?"

I told him that it was his responsibility to make me better. He is the doctor after all.

"What's wrong with you?"

I asked him if he wanted the short list or the long list. He settled into his stool and asked, "That bad is it?"

And then I gave him my list of complaints:

-I have zero energy
-If I don't eat every three hours I get so sick I think I'm going to die
-I'm nauseated every single day of my life
-Did I mention I have no energy?
-I've been dizzy every day for the last 10 days...oh and by the way, I need a new prescription for my dizzy pills
-I can't even go for a hike with Jason without feeling like I'm going to pass out

I'm sure the list went on...I had a sympathetic ear there.

"Has it occurred to you that you might be pregnant?" my doctor asked.

"You would think I was...considering I've got all of the symptoms...but BOTH tests I've taken have said I'm not."

(I didn't mention that just a few days before, my hairdresser told me about her friend's cousin's sister-in-law who took three different tests that told her she wasn't pregnant...and she was.)

My doctor decided to do two tests: a pregnancy test and a hearing test. The reason for the pregnancy test was obvious, and the hearing test was to see if my hearing has decreased since the last time he did the test a year ago. Dizzy spells like mine are usually accompanied by hearing loss...and if it's a significant loss they will diagnose me with a disease...one that they can't do anything about...so the diagnosis seems irrelevant.

After the nurses did their tests I waited until my doctor came back in. "You're not pregnant and you haven't had any hearing loss."

'And so you're going to fix me how?' That's what I wanted to say. Instead I just waited for him to finish his thought process.

"It would seem that you and your birth control don't get along very well. In fact, it would seem that every single one of your symptoms is caused by the birth control...except the dizziness...and well... for that...here's a new prescription for your medication."

As for the other he suggested I try Plan B as soon as possible...'because as long as you're on this pill you're going to feel this way.' He gave me plenty of options for Plan B...and told me the one he would recommend in my situation...my fingers are crossed. And so are Jason's.

Poor Jason.

After I had been off the medication for two days Jason said, "I can tell a difference in you."

"Oh...you mean I'm smiling and happy and can walk more than 10 steps without needing to take a nap? That kind of difference?"

My sister...bless her heart...she said, "You might have to warn Jason that he doesn't really know the real you." 'What is the real me?' I asked in my mind. She continued, "You know, you've never been as...well...ornery as you have been the last few months...well maybe not ornery, just emotional.'

I suggested she quit before she was in so far she couldn't dig out.

I woke up yesterday and thought, "I want to go hiking." And that friends...that is a big improvement...and today when my sister asked, "Noelle, will you hike Mt.Timpanogos with me?" I didn't crumble into a ball of tears at the mere idea...I said, "Yeah, maybe."

A letter to my doctor:

Dear Doctor,

If this lasts...this phase I'm in where I actually feel human again...you'll be my hero forever.

With affection,

Noelle

And just one more little thing:

Tonight after dinner we were talking and out of the blue my mom said, "Why is the dishwasher running? We haven't put anything in it yet."

Trouble was walking through the kitchen at the time and casually mentioned, "I did it. Yep, I did it," and then she went to join her sisters in watching a movie.

Saturday, July 17, 2010

Trouble At It Again

Last night I went to Trouble's house.

I had to talk to her mom about important things.

Trouble and her sisters were happy to see me.

I know because they ran out the door screaming, "You're home! You're home!" and they gave me big hugs. Trouble wanted me to pick her up.

They were all talking at once and poor little Trouble couldn't finish her sentence without her sisters interrupting.

After about 7 tries Trouble finally took my face in her hands and turned it to her. She looked very seriously at me as she said, "It's my turn to talk to you now."

I told her sisters they would have to wait and asked Trouble "What's up?"

"Ummm..." (she forgot what she was going to say.)

"Open you mouth," she said instead.

I opened it and that little girl smelled my mouth.

I'm not kidding.

She stuck her nose in my mouth and smelled it.

"Noelle, did you eat a cookie?"

As a matter of fact I had just eaten a cookie from Grandma's house...five minutes earlier.

That Trouble...she's something else.



Friday, July 16, 2010

Colorado...in Pictures


Hi!
I think you should know that I love my bed...
A lot!
I forgot how much...until last night.
Ahhh...
How do you feel about looking at a bunch of pictures of the great outdoors?
I hope you feel okay about it because that's what you get today.
Jason is headed off today for an overnight backpack trip with the scouts...
I am staying home...lucky me!
I might do something really girlie like get a pedicure.
Okay...I'll leave you to enjoy Colorado.
Happy Friday Friends!







































Wednesday, July 14, 2010

We're Coming Home

I've got pictures...lots of pictures...of some of the most beautiful country I have ever seen.

This is not an exaggeration.

The Colorado Rocky Mountains...majestic and quintessential (I just learned this word today)... I loved mountains before, but now...now...it's so much more than love...and for today my new favorite song is Rocky Mountain High, by John Denver.

Sadly, you'll have to wait until Friday for the pictures. (Because I'll be home with a real internet connection.) Trust me, it will be worth the wait!

In the mean time...

Did you know I'm a bathroom snob?

Using a public bathroom is almost more than I can handle.

Sharing a bathroom with more than one or two people...also almost more than I can handle.

I'm sure you can imagine then that sharing a bathroom with 30 plus people was almost more than I could handle. But I handled it because after all, we're family now. It makes me squirm just thinking about how many people used the shower.

See...bathroom snob.

It's funny though...when I'm off in another country I'm a lot more tolerant...

Port-a-potties, latrines dug by hand with worms squirming around in the bottom, the privacy of a tree...I take it all in stride and just keep a bottle of anti-bacterial soap close by.

A few years ago I was in Oregon with my dad. I was in serious need of a bathroom and asked him to pull over at the nearest store he could find. The store was a favorite of mine and I trusted that the bathroom would be clean.

It wasn't. I walked in and walked right back out. Dad looked at me and said, "Already?"

"No, it was gross."

Dad shook his head and said, "How on earth do you survive in Latin America?"

"Standards Dad. A girl has got to have standards."

I wanted to fill my water bottle today and as Jason was walking into a bathroom of a Visitor's Center he said, "There is a sink in the bathroom you can use."

When he came back out I shook my head and said, "I can't do it Jason. I can't fill my water bottle from the bathroom sink."

Standards. A girl has got to have standards.

Think there's therapy for this kind of snobbishness?

Maybe the guy we saw doing his business right out there in the middle of a field of wildflowers is a bathroom snob too.


Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Slow Internet=The Story of My Life On Vacation

Oh. My. Honk.

I probably won't get sick of saying that for a while.

A shampoo bottle dropped on my little toe this morning...nearly decapitated it...

I had to wear real shoes tonight. I'm in pain.

I'm sunburned, I have mosquito bites everywhere, my google reader is filled to overflowing, and I swear I'm never going to eat again.

Except that we just went to the grocery store and filled our hotel fridge with junk.

Enough wining?

Okay.

It's been a lovely day. Jason worked a little...I benefit when I go with him.

It's like this: I browse the stores he sells to, and when I find something I like (like shoes) I say, "Don't you like these Jason?" And he says he does...and then he asks the guy he sells to "How much for these shoes?" And the guy tells him I can buy them at cost.

Okay...if we're being honest that only happened today...but I'm looking forward to the future!

We spent the evening at the Bar-D-Wranglers...a little ranch in the mountains of Durango, Colorado. We ate on tin plates, drank out of tin cups, and listened to real live cowboys sing to us. It was charming.

Now...about the video...I'm a little bit of a perfectionist...and the video is a little bit blurry and if it were up to me I wouldn't post it.

Jason said, "You told them you would post a video." I told him you wouldn't mind if I just posted pictures instead. He disagreed.

You can thank him for the blurry video.



Remember that the second to last picture in the video is a bear.

Maybe I'll post a few of the pictures...maybe...if I can figure out how to download them...hang on a second.



Well...you get one picture...

Don't you hate when you see a bear for the first time in your life and all of a sudden you can't remember how to unzip your pocket where the camera is...and then when you do get it unzipped you can't turn your camera on...and then when you do the bear is almost gone...

And now it's my bedtime. My muscles are begging for it.

Remember...comment love for Jason's video...

Have a great day! I'll be back later with the latest adventures.

Monday, July 12, 2010

I Tried. I Really Tried.

Oh. My. Honk.

That's what my mom says when she's disturbed about something...and I'm disturbed.

Really. Disturbed.

Jason made a video about our day...a really cool video...and we're stuck in eternal download mode.

I love his mom. I don't love her internet connection.

Oh. My. Honk.

So...if a miracle occurs and there is a video at the end of this post...do me a favor...

Watch it.

It really is cool.

And then leave Jason some comment love...because Jason loves your comments almost more than I do.

Oh...and one more thing...

The second to last picture...look closely...the black spot you see...that's a bear.

A. Real. Live. Bear.

I ain't never done seen a bear before...except at the zoo.

By the time you read this...unless you're a night owl...we'll be exploring Colorado.

Oh...and I'm giving this internet connection 10 more minutes...and then I'm pulling the plug.

Oh...and another one more thing: I'm going to have to find way more energy if this is what Jason calls 'all in a day's work.'

Seven minutes internet...seven minutes.

No video. And I waited a lot longer than seven minuets.

We'll try again once we get to Colorado.


Saturday, July 10, 2010

Still Reunioning


Sometimes I get homesick.

Do you think that's strange?

Sometimes I think I get heat stroke.

But I don't...not really.

We went here today:

...where the sun shone bright and hot...


(Natural Bridges National Monument)

...and we hiked to the bottom of this bridge:




On the way down I held 8 year old Camryn's hand...she was scared she would fall...and die.

When we got near the bottom she said,

"This is beautiful! I love this! It's like walking along a pathway to _______" and then she got stuck on the word.

Jason and I tried to help her.

-the arch?
-the bridge?
-bliss?
-the water?

And with each answer she said no.

-heaven?

And this was her immediate response: "Yes, if we fall it will be the pathway to heaven."

She's a funny girl that one.

We found some sand at the bottom...and the kids loved playing in it...jumping into it even.

My brother-in-law Brian started a new trend:


It's a miracle they didn't break their backs.

At one point several of the nieces and nephews started chanting Jason's name:

"Jason. Jason. Jason." (They wanted him to do a flip off of the sand cliff.)

He told them no. And when they asked why he said, "I have something to live for now."

I love that husband of mine.

So...someone left me two questions in my comment section:

-how did you get so many followers?
-how many of them consistently read your blog?

How many of you do consistently read my blog? I have not the slightest clue.

I think when I answer the first part of the question I'll tell her I begged for followers...but help me out with the second question.

Care to tell me how many of you consistently read?

Anyone?

Okay...my knees...they're not as young as they used to be and they want me to go in search of an ice pack. I'm happy to give in to their desire.

Good night all...



Friday, July 9, 2010

Secret Recepies

I opened my blog this morning and almost got emotional.

200 followers!

I love you all!

As soon as I find my camera I'll take pictures of the place where we're staying.

Holy cow!!! It's huge!!! (Which is good because there are more little kids running around than I can count...or name!)

Here's my family reunion highlight #1:

Last night we had a delicious dinner of dutch oven potatoes, barbecued pork, and veggies. When everyone was done eating one of the nephews said 'What's for dessert?' And Jason's sister pulled out homemade banana chocolate chip cookies.

I took a bite. I took two bites. I took three bites. And it was then I realized that the cookies were salty. Maybe Jason's sister got a little carried away when she was mixing them. I was about to be all sneaky like and put the rest of my cookie in the garbage when Jason's sister said, "Guess what I put in the cookies?"

And then she got a big grin on her face and said, "Bacon!"

It's true...banana, bacon, chocolate chip cookies...

I don't know how you would feel about such a cookie, but I was not a fan.

How would you feel about such a cookie?

I'll be back...with pictures of the mansion we're staying in...

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

I Don't Have Time For My Life

I'm leaving again.

Family reunion time.

Jason's family reunion.

I'm going to make everyone wear name tags.

My hope is to know the niece's and nephew's names by the end of the reunion.

After the reunion we're headed to Colorado for a few days.

A mini-vacation if you will.

I'm going to try not to think about the work that will be piled up by the time we get home.

We'll have internet access.

I'll blog.

And now I have to go finish the laundry and pack and ...

I can't remember the other thing I have to do.

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

My Life Is Blesed

I love comments. It's true. Nothing makes me laugh harder than the comments I get. Like this one from yesterday's post:

Lord Have Mercy, Noelle! I keep thinking you're pregnant .... so that better be one gorgeous hair do! And then I thought you were losing weight and were excited by 195 but ... why would you want to be at 200? I get it ... followers!

Somebody give the girl a baby and 5 more followers already! LOL!

Beth dear, if it makes you feel any better, my husband thought I was pregnant too...and he knew better than to think that!

I'm going to be serious in this post.

Yes I am. Really.

It's because I've had something on my mind...something that I want the world to know...and YOU, blogging friends, are my world.

But wait...something not serious. Jason loves The Simpsons. I hate it. However, I'm sitting in bed using his laptop, and I told him he could watch it because I'm busy focusing on my serious post. Dang me...I just laughed at something one of the Simpsons said. I'm never going to hear the end of it.

Now...back to the serious post.

A year ago at this time I was in the process of ending a year and a half relationship...a relationship that from the beginning was flawed...a relationship I knew would end badly. I stayed because I felt that I needed to. Maybe it was for me, maybe it was for him, maybe it was for both of us...I'll never know entirely.

I cried more in that year and a half than I have my entire life. I was hurt more in that year and a half than I've ever been hurt. I learned more about myself than I would have in any other way.

I didn't say much about it on my blog...only alluded to being hurt. I couldn't write about it. I didn't want to write about it. And to those I was closest to I tried to explain it. It wasn't that I was hurt that the relationship ended...as I said previously, I knew it would. What hurt was the way it ended...the way he treated me...the way he acted as if I had never been more to him than a passerby. And for months after I felt as if I were living in a never-ending nightmare, and I couldn't wake up entirely. I worried that my heart would never recover.

It did recover. Because of Jason. I was scared...to say the least. What if he treated me the same way? What if I loved him more than he loved me? For a time I kept a part of my heart guarded...I couldn't go through the hurt again.

Yesterday Jason asked me, "Are you happy?" and I told him I was. He said, "That's all I want in my life. For you to be happy." It was then that I realized that Jason has filled every crack in my heart...and he's filled them to overflowing.





It's Going to be Amazing

Something big is about to happen...

Something huge even...

And I can barely contain my excitement...

I woke up early this morning with anticipation...

I could barely eat breakfast for the butterflies in my stomach...

I can't sit still for even 5 minutes...

I'm getting my hair done in exactly 12 minutes...

Isn't that wonderful???

I knew you would think so.

And just one more little thing...195...I'm stuck at 195...can't someone...or 5 someones rather...get me t0 200? Pretty please?

Monday, July 5, 2010

Hello There

We're still vacationing here at our house.

And by vacationing I mean that we sleep in until ridiculously late hours and then eat breakfast when we should be eating lunch.

As soon as I push 'publish post' I am going to make pancakes for today's breakfast lunch...with homemade syrup.

We haven't seen a single firework, or gone to a single parade, or eaten even one piece of watermelon.

Reading that sentence makes me feel unpatriotic.

However, we've played volleyball, and eaten ice cream, and seen Eclipse (well, Jason didn't see Eclipse...even he has his limits), and gone on a bike ride. Today we'll hike, and play more volleyball, and have a bbq with the family...you're welcome to come!

I learned one important thing during all of this playing...something I should have learned long ago but didn't. (I feel as if I were cheated by the way, for not having learned this earlier.)

Luke Skywalker and Princess Lea were brother and sister...twins even. (I always thought they were boyfriend and girlfriend.)

You'd feel cheated too wouldn't you? If you didn't know that information? Not knowing that, now that's unpatriotic.

Okay...the pancakes are calling...

Happy July 5th!

Friday, July 2, 2010