Friday, January 29, 2010

Haiti, Pictures, and A Funny Brother

I'll be honest...I'm having a hard time wanting to blog about my ever so simple life when I know that my friends are in turmoil. They have a plane, a pilot who refuses to leave Haiti without the children, and the children. All they need is one lousy signature from the Prime Minister...who isn't too inclined to give it. I've been getting a play by play report via text from Tia. We've decided that it's like watching a movie, and if we could, we would TOTALLY fast forward to the end.

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In other news - yesterday was picture day. It was highly entertaining. When Michelle (the photographer) would say be serious, I would laugh. When she would say, "Jason look at Noelle" I would laugh. When she would say "Jason, kiss Noelle" I would laugh again. Poor Michelle. Poor Jason.

As soon as I get the pictures I'll post them...maybe, if there are any that I like.

Jason wanted us to match...kind of. He wanted us to buy new clothes. Yes, it was Jason who suggested we go shopping. We found him a shirt and jacket, and we found me a shirt that was similar in style to his.

I was at work for a bit before our 'movie star debut' and my mom said, "That's really not a you shirt." I said, "But Mom, I like it! I think it's a me shirt." (It is blue plaid ... ish.) She said, "Well, it's not like anything else you have in your closet." True...but I still like it.

My brother Ben said, "You know how they say if you wear vertical stripes you look narrow and if you wear horizontal stripes you look wide? You've completely confused me. I don't know if you look narrow or wide."

I cracked up...a lot. (Ben says some of the funniest things I ever hear.) And then I reminded him that he was late for his haircut appointment. As he was running out the door he said, "Noelle, you're my favorite - bar none." Sure I am...

Speaking of funny things Ben says...

Ben likes to make cookies...his son Josh likes to help. So when Jamie gave me a new cookie recipe Ben was anxious to try it. He brought some cookies in today but they didn't have as much 'body' as he was hoping for. I asked him if he beat the dough as long as Jamie suggested and he said yes. "But maybe the difference is that I used paddles with the mixer and not the wire things...maybe with the wire things you could...aerate the dough more."

Did you know that cookie dough needs aeration? Me neither.

And one more thing...once in a post I mentioned finding a book by my favorite author. Several of you have asked her name: it's Dorothy Keddington.

That's all I've got...until tomorrow when I post all about the bridal shower my aunts are giving me. My sister-in-law made up a game that's 'all about Noelle'. I think I'm nervous.

Thursday, January 28, 2010

Oh d-d-d-d-d-dear! As written by the little sister.

(If any of you can name the movie that is the blog title, you win the prize)

Once upon a time...a few minutes ago, so not really that long ago actually, I was outside in the greenhouses working, minding my own business, when I got a text from Peach (the person you all know as nickname for her is Peach).

The text said, "Do you want to write a blog post for me today?" and my jaw dropped to the floor. Noelle? Letting someone else write her blog? So I texted her back and said "Are you sure?" she said yes, because today she's got nada in her head... and so here I am. (It's true...I've got nada today...)

I just want the blog world to know that I feel the pressure behind this job! I know how much you love her blog...heck I know how much I love her blog...and how funny you think she trust me I get that there are expectations.

I thought I should introduce myself. I am the baby of the when I was born, everyone loved me!! Haha...I crack myself up. I'm a little bit silly...I'll give you an example. Once upon another time, me and some friends were at Noelle's and Becca's house (you know, before the painful divorce...which was hard on me too! It's so hard to get sister time in with both of them when they don't live together anymore...)

Anyway, we were at their house having scone night (cause Becca is amazing and makes A-M-AZING's true) playing games and such. It was fun. So I was walking into the kitchen to get another scone and happened to have a song stuck in my head and was singing it to myself.

It went something like this "I am like a star shining brightly, shining for the whole world to see. I can do and say, happy things each day, for I know Heavenly Father loves me." Cute song. I was singing quietly to myself, once again minding my own business...and when I got to the end of the song I whispered to myself "I'm a star!"

Realizing I had said it out loud, I looked around to make sure no one had heard me. Much to my dismay Noelle had heard and was laughing so hard! She proceeded to tell everyone else what I had just done. Yay me?

I have
NEVER lived that down. I still get teased about it constantly. So now I've made it my theme for life. "You're a star." I have a sign in my room that says "Each of us is a star who's brightness is unlimited." So I want all of you to remember that! You're all stars! And you have a lot of brightness!!

I actually think that looks a little creepy...but oh well. There you go!

So now you know a little bit about me. Merry Christmas!

I could tell you some dirt on Noelle...that could be fun!

Ummm... Hmmm.... Well.... Gee, I guess I don't have dirt on Noelle...that's too bad. I'll have to think about it.

I could tell you about how my work gets WAY too's like taking a dirt bath every day. But I know Noelle has already talked about work.

I could tell you about how I took a Math test yesterday and how I hate Math and it's evil!

I could tell you about how...the last two weeks I have taken my boyfriend Aaron to the Driver License Division to get his D.L. renewed and since he's from another state he needed a bunch of crap... (Manda Lou, Mom is going to wash your mouth out with soap for using that word!) like his Passport or Birth Certificate. And last week he forgot BOTH of them. And we didn't have time to try again before he had to work and I had class.

So yesterday we took the copy of his B.C. that his mom sent us down...but what do you know. They don't accept copies. Only the original. *sigh* But Mr. Man Behind the Desk was nice and said if we came back before 4:00 he would give us an "express" number to hurry our process. So we rushed back to his apartment, got his Passport, and went back. Then the long process of waiting...but! It's done and he has his temporary license. Yay! :)

I could tell you...about Jason's farmer tan on his arms...hehe. (Are little sisters always bratty?) (I am not a brat!!!!!!)

I could tell you...about how I was their chaperon (I don't know how to spell that right now) during the Christmas break and every time they got too sappy I would "fall asleep" and start snoring really loud. That was fun. (Self assigned chaperon...)

I could tell you...that Noelle just told me that I was done. I've reached my limit. Finito. No mas. *sigh* Just as I was having fun too.

Well blog world/follower/stalkers of Noelle's blog, it's been fun. I hope I didn't bore you too much...and I hope you enjoyed it and at least got one laugh...even if it was just a tiny, eensy, bity, teeny laugh? A one syllable laugh? Alright I'd even take a sympathy least it's something...right? Right?! *sigh*

Alright, have a good day! Have fun and be happy! And remember! You're all stars in my book!!!!!!

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

A Dilemma

Question: If the mortgage company can't find my information in their computer, do I have to pay the bill?

I'm inclined to say no.

However, if that's the route I take I'm guessing it will only come back to bite me, not the person who messed this up.


Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Just Me Again

I have to pick colors.

That's what my mom just told me.


I am happy with pastels...all pastels.

My flowers...they're just going to be a beautiful mix of spring pastels.

But I have to pick specific colors.


I am the world's worst bride.


My top three are sage green, lavender, and ... and ... and ...

My top two are sage green and lavender.

Hold on while I ask my mom what color she wants.

Imagine that there is some nice elevator music playing while you're holding on.

My mom wants to wear lavender.

So she shall wear lavender.

I'm glad we got that settled.

In other news...Jason went with me to a trade show I had to go to for work.

We've been in the nursery business for years...the people who sell me stuff sold my dad the same stuff 20 years ago.

We're like family. We're tight.

They were happy I am engaged. They were happy to meet Jason. They all told him he was one lucky guy. (Remember we're like family...) And then when Jason turned his back the guys said to me, "If he doesn't treat you right, he'll have me to deal with." (Remember we're tight...)

I like being tight with people.

Come to think of it...

We're tight aren't we? You and me?

Yeah...that's what I thought.

Okay, this has clearly been too much babbling.

But you like my babbling don't you?

Don't you???

Monday, January 25, 2010


To the world class jerk of a guy at Subway:

Let's talk about some things:

1. You get one sandwich free.

2. When you get that one sandwich free you ALWAYS have to pay for the extra stuff: like the drink, and the chips, and the cookie.

3. And when you get one sandwich free you DO have to pay for the second sandwich you order.

4. And it's a computer doing the calculations...not someone who can't add. A computer. And if the computer says you owe $6.24 you owe $6.24. It's $6.24...not $6,024.00. And do I need to remind you it was the computer that did the calculation?

5. Did you see the 4 cops sitting at the table behind you? If you had called that poor girl the name you called her any louder, I'll bet those cops would have had something to say. If you had said another thing to that poor girl I would have had something to say.

6. I tried to make up for your awful attitude by being extra nice to her...but when you got in line behind me to yell at her again...did I mention that I think you're a jerk?

7. When I left I sent a subliminal message to the cops...I hope they got it.

Very Sincerely,

The one who would have talked back had you said any of that to me.

A Birthday, A Thank You, and a Bunch of Nonsense

Today is my friend Rika's birthday. She's new to the blogging scene, but not new to my scene. We've known each other for years...we go back as far as my NYC days. Isn't Rika a great name?!! Happy Birthday Rika! I love you lady!!!

Jason and I were talking last night and we realized that we only have about 7 weeks until our wedding.

7 WEEKS!!!

Do you know how much I have to get done in the next 7 weeks?

My list gets longer every day.

Jason only has two things on his list:

1. Figure out where we're going for a honeymoon.
2. Get me to kiss him in WalMart.

As far as the honeymoon goes I told him I didn't care, as long as we stayed somewhere nicer than a Motel 6. Don't get me wrong, I'm not opposed to a nice, clean Motel 6 usually, but this time I'm allowed to be a little bit picky.

And all I can say about #2 is good luck's not going to happen...ever...for as long as we both shall live.

Okay, just a few random things and then I'm going to go and pretend to work.

Jamie, who I love and adore, is my blog BFF. (Don't worry, I can have more than one.) Sometimes we even text...that's how tight we are. I entered a contest on her blog and I won!!! She sent me a GREAT bag (I keep forgetting to take my camera home to take a picture of it) and in addition she sent me an Alabama Crimson Tide shirt. I'm a fan forever. This is me saying THANK YOU Jamie!

Yesterday my sis-in-law walked into the kitchen and handed me a cheese stick. (See #12 from yesterday's post.) Bless her heart.

If you go here you can see where we've decided to have our wedding reception.

And if any of you out there in blogging land have a MUST HAVE wedding invitation idea send it my way would you? Pretty please?

Friends, you're all FABULOUS and I hope your Monday is great!

Sunday, January 24, 2010

12 Things

They're not the 12 things I had on my mind on Friday...sorry. Just pretend that they are.

1. As soon as I have my dress in my possession I will post a picture. I am having someone make the sleeves a bit longer.

2. I went to dinner the other night with some friends. We went to The Cheesecake Factory. Not one of us ordered cheesecake. Something's wrong with that picture isn't it?

3. I'm always tired...and the minute I sit anywhere, especially in church, my eyes close.

4. Jamie, I made your cookie recipe today! MMM MMM GOOD!!!

5. My brother and I went to the Outdoor Retailer Show yesterday in Salt Lake City. (Jason has been working there all week.) I have never seen so much gear! I found about 6 pair of shoes I am pretty sure I can't live without.

6. Sometimes if I bring my laundry to my mom's house (I won't have a washer and dryer until Jason moves in) my mom does it for me. I have a pretty great mom.

7. My friends Tia and Lori should have their babies home from Haiti by the end of the week! My belief in miracles has been strengthened.

8. Jason and I are getting our engagement pictures taken on Thursday. I'd rather go to the dentist than pose for pictures. And that's the truth.

9. I'm reading a book called The Help by Kathryn Stockett. I highly recommend it. I'm forcing myself not to read the last chapter until I actually get to the last chapter.

10. My sister is asleep on the couch. I'm tempted to play a practical joke on her. Where does this temptation come from?

11. Last week I was in a bookstore and found a new book by my very favorite author. She hasn't written a new book in years. I picked up the book and showed it to my mom...and cried I was so happy. Real tears. Seriously...I think I need help.

12. I've been craving cheese sticks for about two weeks now. Maybe tomorrow I'll finally just go buy one.

Friday, January 22, 2010

Nothing To Write About = No Title

It's like this...

I have about 12 things I really want to say.

But I can't.

I really really can't.

And because those 12 things are occupying the majority of my mind at the moment, I don't have anything else to say.

So...I'm thinking...




Here's what I've got:

Once upon a time I got an award at girls camp. It was 'The Best Outhouse Cleaner' award. I think I would take that over a Grammy any day!

Come back tomorrow, I promise to have something more exciting.

Thursday, January 21, 2010

On Registering

I registered at Bed, Bath, and Beyond a few nights ago.

I took Becca with me. (Jason was working and probably didn't feel bad about not being there...and Becca is an expert at all things kitchen.)

We were directed to a counter where we were greeted by a young girl. She was helping another couple and asked us to wait...which we did, patiently.

After a few minutes she looked from me to Becca and asked, " you're getting married?"

(Inside I cracked up because I knew what she was thinking...but seriously, we're in Utah County...)

I smiled and said, "I am."

Her look relaxed and she said, "Oh. So where is your fiance? Doesn't he want to help with this?"

I replied, "Probably not really. He's working and I'm sure he's fine about missing out on this experience."

She said, "Are you sure? Well, he can go online and see what you've registered for...just to make sure he's okay with it."

I didn't say anything. In my wisdom I've learned to keep my mouth shut at times.

She turned back to the other couple (the really young couple) and started gushing...really. Gushing.

"So how did you meet? How long have you dated? When are you getting married? Where are you going to live? You're just so cute together..."

I turned to Becca and asked, "Is it just me or do you feel old?" She felt old too...which is a good thing considering we're the same age.

I filled out the paperwork and then waited while the young girl finished asking her questions to the couple.

"Now, before we can get you started I just need to show you a few things in this book. We'll have you look at the dishes and the luggage and pick out what you need."

The young couple said, "Oh! We need dishes!" I smiled and said, "It's okay, I already have dishes."

" do? Well...okay...well, then let me get you a scanner and you'll be ready to start."

I turned to Becca and said, "I still feel old."

I felt even older when the young girl handed me the scanner and said, "Here you go ma'am."

In fact, she called me ma'am three times during our encounter.

I shook it off and said, "Let's do some scanning Bec."

And scan we did. It was entertaining...and it was made very clear to me that I have expensive tastes. Several times Becca said, "Don't scan that. It's too much money." And I said something like, "But Becca, we need to dream big. If we don't get it, we don't get it. But what if we do get it?!!" (I registered for a hand held Dison vacuum.) Like I told Becca, you've got to dream big.

One time I pointed something out to Becca and said, "Do you like this?" She did. I scanned it and told her if I got it, it was hers. I think she liked that idea.

When we finished I suggested we go to Pier 1. Pier 1 is one of my favorite stores and I wanted to register for some dishes I love. Guess what, they don't have a wedding registry at Pier 1. Sigh.

We went to drown my sorrows at Barnes and Noble. Barnes and Noble is my other favorite store. I bought 2 books and felt better.

To end our date we ate strawberry custard and watched American Idol. As she was leaving I wanted to say, "Thank you ma'am, come again."

But I didn't...

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

A Picture and a Plea

When it snows in Utah, shoveling snow is a good form of exercise.

Just ask my grandpa.

He wouldn't let people help him shovel his driveway...he wanted the exercise.

And now on to the plea -

But first this background information:

Once upon a time in NYC, I was roommates with Me from Mr. Thompson and Me.

She was a fun roommate...but she caused a little trouble now and then.

I know, it's hard to believe, but it's true.

One day I came home and found that she had taken my favorite teddy bears (because when you leave home for 18 months to live in a new place you need a teddy bear or two) and had hung them with a string from the top bed of our bunk beds.

There was a note that read: "We couldn't take it anymore."

A bit drastic I agree...but that's just how JaLae does things.

(Oh the stories I could tell...but won't.)

Today on her blog she's threatening similar action if I don't help her with something.

Good grief...and I thought we were friends.

Here's the deal.

She needs to reach 100 followers by a certain date or she's going to lose a bet with her husband.

And she's under the impression that if I make a plea with all of you to help her, she will reach that goal.

Would you just go become a follower so that she'll stop threatening me...and so that she can win the bet?

Pretty please?

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Random Conversations (Pretend they're on post it notes)

Between Sami, my 2-year-old niece, and myself:

"Noelle, where's your wallet?"

"In my car."

"Go get it."

"Why do you want my wallet?"

"I want money. Go get your wallet."

* * * * *

Sami climbed up in my lap a few minutes ago with a piece of chocolate.

"Open this," she said.

"You want another piece of candy?"

"Yes...I love candy!"

Then she took my glass of water and took a big drink.

"I LOVE water!" she said.

She jumped off my lap and ran out the door.

As she was running out the door she said, "I love Noelle. I love Noelle."

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Between my sister Heather and me:

"Noelle, I talked to my doctor this morning. He told me the medicine you're taking is the most common medicine they prescribe."

"Great," I said. "So that means women everywhere are feeling as awful as I've felt this last week?"

(I'm taking a new medication that is killing my emotions and makes me sick too. Lucky me.)

"My doctor gave me a sample of another kind for you to try if you want to."

"I am going to try taking it at night for a while, and see if that makes a difference," I said.

"NOELLE! You're taking it in the morning?!! NEVER take it in the morning. No wonder you've felt so awful! Oh...I wish you had told me this earlier...I could have saved you some bad days."

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Between Jason and me:

"Jason, do you want to adopt a child from Haiti?"

"Are you serious?"

"Maybe. Do you want to adopt more than one child from Haiti?"


(Poor Jason...he doesn't know what to do with me.)

* * * * *

"Isn't 24 the best show ever?!! Isn't Jack Bower great?"

"Yes Jason, Jack Bower is great."

And then I burst into tears.

"What's wrong?"

"It's's just that...I just miss Becca..." and then I cried some more. (Becca is my twin/triplet sister.)

And then I said, "I'm pretty sure it's the medicine I'm taking...sorry."

(Poor Jason...he REALLY doesn't know what to do with me.)

* * * * *

Between me and myself:

"Why do you watch this show?"

"Because it's entertaining."

"But you fast forward through half of it because you think it's so dumb."

"I know, I know...but I can't stop watching it."

"You really need to get a life."

"And I soon as I see who Jake on The Bachelor picks as his one and only."

"I can't believe you just admitted out loud that you watch that show."

* * * * *

Between my sister's dog and myself

"You know, right, that I don't really like dogs?"


"Okay, if you know this can you tell me why it is you're on my lap?"


"Feel free to stay if you must, but there is no chance at all that I'm going to pet you."


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One more between me and myself:

"Do you think people are bored of your blog yet?"

"Yeah, probably."

"Do you feel like you don't have anything to say?"

"Yeah, sometimes."

"Do you think people really care about the details of your wedding plans?"

"Well yeah...don't they?"

"Do you think..."

"Hey self...shut up. Do you like writing this blog?"

"Yes, I love it."

"Well then, that's all that matters."

"Right. You're right..."

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Monday, January 18, 2010

For The Pantry

Sometimes my mom talks to her sister and her brother.

Sometimes = at least 3 times a day.

If I don't want my mom to tell her siblings something I have to say, "Mom, don't say anything to anyone about this okay?"

There are times I'm pretty sure she tells them anyway.

My aunt came down the other day to help my mom plan a wedding shower...

And she brought this with her:

My aunt cleaned out her pantry and brought me all this food.

Sometimes I'm okay with my mom telling her siblings stuff.

Thanks Auntie Judy.

You're the BEST!

Sunday, January 17, 2010

Here's To A Peaceful Slumber

Sometimes my sister Becca makes fun of me.

I have a hard time sleeping at night if there is any light.

When we were growing up I would put something in front of our radio to block the tiny light shining from it.

Becca just laughed.

When I got older I would hang blankets in the windows to block the light from outside.

I don't keep electronic things in my bedroom for the same reason...the lights make me crazy!

When Jason's in town he stays at my house and I stay at Becca's...on her couch.

(Thanks Becca!)

Tonight when I came in it was dark. I grabbed a pillow and settled in and then started counting.

Want to know how many lights there are???

On the floor heater there is a red dot, and yellow numbers flashing the temperature.

On the radio there are white numbers showing what disk is set to play. (If I turn the radio off the lights will flash...and somehow that's worse.)

On the TV there is a flashing yellow dot.

Next to the TV there are five blue dots in a vertical line. I wonder what they're to...

On the other side of the TV there are 4 yellow dots in a of these dots flashes...

Next to the yellow dots there are two red ones...they don't flash.

And next to the yellow dots is a clock that ticks. (I remember when my niece said about that clock, "Noelle, make it stop clocking."

Maybe if I cover my face with the blanket I can block all of the lights out.

As soon as I turn the laptop off I'll give it my best shot.

Friday, January 15, 2010

Jason's Here

He got here just in time for dinner...

Which I made him.

He said he liked it.

I like him.

A lot.

He will be here for two weeks...ish.

He will work, and I will work, and we'll go register for stuff, and maybe take some pictures...

And we'll finalize things with the caterer...

And maybe...if he's nice...I might kiss him once.

We'll see.

Thursday, January 14, 2010

Just For Today

I've started this first paragraph at least 7 times. I'll type a few words and then hit delete. I have so much I want to say and yet today I can't seem to find the words.

I've been getting updates from my friend Tia about the situation in Haiti. An awful, horrible situation...and one that is very much Tia's reality. Her little boy Collin is somewhere in Haiti. She's not sure if he's alive or if his life was taken in the earthquake. Tia's best friend has two little kids...Nathan and Jessica...who are also somewhere in Haiti. Still no word on if they are safe and cared for, or something much worse.

Living in New York City I met a lot of people from Haiti...some who became my dear friends. Almost every person I know from Haiti left family behind when they came to the United States. Marlene, a single mother from Haiti, brought two kids with her, and left two at home. I wonder if her kids are okay.

When bad things happen I cry. And I've cried a lot for the people in Haiti.

A few weeks ago in church we were talking about hardships, and trials, and things that happen that simply aren't fair. The woman giving the lesson asked: "What do you say to people who want to know why God allows bad things to happen to good people?" People gave the answers that make the most sense: bad things allow us to grow, our faith in God is increased through trials, there are things we need to learn that we can't learn any other way...etc.

I believe in these answers...I really do. But when you're in the middle of your own very personal trial I'm not sure that those answers bring the peace you so desperately need. I've found an answer that brings peace to me...every single time...and for my friends Tia and Lori I hope it brings some peace to them as well.

I believe that some day God will make everything right for every single one of us. I don't know how and I don't know when, but I have the faith that He will. If my friend's little boy didn't survive the earthquake (and oh how I pray that he did) God will make it right for Collin and Tia. For my friend Tiffanie who is fighting for her life with cancer, God will make it right. For my friend JaLae (Mr. Thompson and Me) who wants nothing more than to be a mother, but can't be right now...somehow, some day, God will make it right with her.

I look forward to the day when I will see the evidence of this...but until then, my faith that it will happen is enough.

Tomorrow I'll be back to blogging about weddings and stuff. But for today, thanks for reading.

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Please and Thank You

I know some mommys and daddys who are trying really hard to bring some babies home from Haiti.

The Haitian government makes it really hard.

The earthquake that just hit Haiti makes it even harder.

Will you please add your prayers to the prayers of my friends' who are desperately pleading for their babies...and for the people who take care of their babies?

Thanks. It means a lot.

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

It's Tuesday Again

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Monday, January 11, 2010

In Response To My Letter To Jason

My Dearest Noelle,

I don't know what to do...Jello is so important in my life. Woe, woe, woe is me! I had a poignant moment as I took a soul-searching walk today.(Was the walk before or after your 'hefty nap'?) After much sitting, walking, throwing snowballs at kids coming home from school, running away, walking to catch my breath, sitting… I came to the realization that my Jello fix might have to come in the form of small, ready- made personal Jello cups. You know, like the ones Bill Cosby was famous for? Although not an entirely tragic conclusion, not having fresh Jello in the fridge 24-7 might put a damper on our marriage. Just saying...

(If I ever go grocery shopping I will be sure to add Jello cups to the list.)

Although a mild setback, I'm still optimistic in our chances. To be honest, I'm most worried about a spare tire forming in my mid section after a few years of marriage. I've seen this all too often. Guys who seem to be in good shape get married and then completely lose all their ability to say no to food! Their wives make these amazing meals 3-4 times a day and how can they refuse? This, to be totally honest, has been my biggest concern. The news that you feel you might not be all that adept in the kitchen actually comes as a blessing in disguise.

For instance, if by some chance, I'm not in the mood to eat this fabulous meal you made (and if I make it it WILL be fabulous), and knowing that you feel a little bit unsure of yourself in the kitchen , it may give me an out to say something like, 'Honey, this is terrible!'. Because of your self-imposed mediocrity in all things cuisine, this might not come as quite a shock to you. Thus I can get out of eating too much and you will go back to the drawing board. Eventually you will get better and I will keep my girlish figure. And to think there are those who say that guys don't know how to cater to women's sensibilities. Ridiculous!

(I'm not sure the 'Honey, this is terrible!' is gonna fly...)

Don't get me wrong...I do love a home cooked meal, but it doesn't have to be all the time. I've literally lived on microwave food for decades so I'm ok with your lack of culinary skills. I think you will find that I am really pretty easy to live with in terms of meal prep. You are officially off the hook!

And in regards to your 'late for church' episode...let's just hope this is an isolated incident for your sake. Of course you know I'm kidding. Actually, I'm a little suspect of those who are always on time. Do they think they are better than me, or even worse, more righteous? Personally, I believe that being on time is over-rated. Why not take every advantage of making a grand entrance by showing up five minutes late and having everyone look at you? It sounds like a win-win to me.

(He didn't say he would fix the garage door. Sigh...)

Truly, I think marriage with you will be complete and utter bliss! As you can see from the above responses to your concerns, I have no doubt that we will never argue, squabble, complain, be selfish, be inconsiderate, be thoughtless, worry, wish at times we were single again, stink, fight, see you without makeup on (he already has), not make the bed (what does making the bed mean?), disagree, contradict each other, quarrel, and will always see eye to eye on everything! Although I acknowledge the fact that I'm not perfect, I'm sure you will look past those imperfections, right?

Really, if we hold on to what is right, be true to ourselves, be as patient as possible with each other, love each other with all our heart and soul (in good times and bad), and not worry about those things that, although seemingly important at the time, have no eternal consequences, our home will be heaven on earth!

With All My Love,


PS. I love desserts...and I love you Cupcake! (too much cheese?) (Probably...but I like it.)

PPS. Draper, I'm ever so anxiously awaiting your blog post.

I Bought A Dress

A wedding dress that is...

I was going to rent one, but I found one on sale and buying it cost just as much as renting it would have.

It's beautiful!

There is not a single bead or an ounce of lace.

What do you think? Is it really bad luck for the groom to see the dress before the wedding?

Because I really want to post a picture of it...

If you can promise me no bad luck will occur, I will post a picture.

(I'm not really superstitious...and I'll probably post a picture regardless.)

Sunday, January 10, 2010

Dear Jason,

I think you should know that there is a very big chance that I'll never be anything but below average in the kitchen ... for real.

If you want to spend the rest of your life eating desserts ... I've got that covered. I'm great with desserts but anything else? Not so much.

Today your future sister-in-law asked me to make some Jello to contribute to Sunday dinner.

She figured it was a fool-proof assignment. Turns out it wasn't so fool-proof.

Once I had the water boiling I looked for a spoon with which to stir the Jello ... I didn't have one. (Do you have spoons with which to stir things?)

When it was time to leave my house I backed out of the driveway and the Jello splashed out ... all over my car. (I guess it wasn't set up enough.)

I parked the car and ran back inside. Alas, I had no Saran Wrap with which to cover the Jello. (Do you have Saran Wrap with which to cover things?) I found a grocery bag and put the bowl of Jello inside the grocery bag, and wiped up the Jello that was all over the front seat. But there was a part I couldn't reach.


And then just when I thought things were finally under control I couldn't get that dang garage door to shut. Seriously Jason...I'm going to throw that opener in the garbage. What good is it?

I had to put the car back in park and run in and shut the garage from inside.

And then guess what...I was late for church. Lovely. Nothing like the bishop's daughter showing up late for church.

So I guess I'm telling you all of that to ask 'Do you still want to marry me even if I'm a failure in the kitchen and I'm sometimes late for church?'

With great love and affection,

Your Fiance who you haven't seen in nearly 7 years.

Friday, January 8, 2010

Mi Casa es Su Casa

World: Meet My House
(Disclaimer - I have only hung a few pictures)

Inside the front door:
(I'm in love with my green table...and the rug)

The Living Room:
(as soon as Jason gets his way the entertainment center will be replaced by a very large flat screen TV)

The lights that I will NEVER turn on...because how am I supposed to change them when they burn out?

The Kitchen:

The Very Empty Fridge
(sad isn't it?)

Where the table will go...when I get the table

My Bedroom
(Don't mock the bed people. Really. Don't. Mock. It will be remedied soon.)

Part of the walk-in closet:

My very cool bathroom:
(Minus the shower area because I couldn't get a good angle.)

My office:
(with all of my beloved books)

Jason's future office:

One of the bathrooms:

Someday, when I am there longer than just to sleep I will hang my very cool pictures...and maybe put curtains in the windows...and possibly fill the fridge and the pantry.

Visitors are always welcome!

Football and Boiling Water

One of the things I love most about blogging is meeting new people.

I have GREAT blogging friends!

is one of those friends. She makes me smile. Jamie is a HUGE fan of the Crimson Tide Alabama football team. She's been gearing up for their BCS game for weeks. I decided to watch the game last cheer right along with Jamie.

Sadly, I watched the first quarter of the game in the waiting room of the ER.

This little lady loves to help her mommy cook. She pulls up a chair and stands right along side her mommy, stirring her little heart out.

Last night she got too close and some boiling water splashed out of the pan onto Sami's neck and chest. Her skin immediately started to peel and she went into shock.

Sami's mommy, my sister, called me and asked, "Can you take Sami and me to the ER?"

Sami was not happy about going to the doctor. Through her tears of pain she said over and over again, "I better Mommy. No doctor. I better Mommy, it doesn't hurt. No doctor."

My sister said, "I looked in a Red Cross first aid book. It said to mix water and baking soda and rub that on the burns until the doctor arrived. What I'm wondering is 'when is the doctor supposed to arrive?'"

I suggested that she either get a new book or a new that might actually show up at her door. (She called last night to tell us that the book was published in 1909...hmmm.)

I parked myself in the waiting room (hospitals and I don't have a good relationship...especially when they involve my adorable niece who is crying as if she's heartbroken) and I turned the TV channel to the game.

After I watched Alabama's quarterback get sacked two times I thought maybe it was time to get over my fear of hospital rooms.

I made my way bravely to Sami's side and held her little hand while the doctor bandaged her. She cried...I cried...(that's not surprising...I always cry.)

They gave her Lortab for the pain.

A two-year-old on Lortab is highly entertaining!

That little girl had us laughing all night long.

After things settled down my dad and I watched the rest of the game...

with a gallon of burnt almond fudge ice cream and two spoons.

Alabama won the National Championship.

I told Jamie I've never been more proud of Alabama.

And the quarterback? He's not lost a game as the starting quarterback since he was in the 8th grade!

That's impressive!

Thursday, January 7, 2010

Just More Stuff

I was going to post pictures of my new house today ... because I'm sure you all care to see them.

When I walked out the door I said to myself, "Noelle, don't forget to take a picture of the house from the outside."

I got in my car, opened the garage door, backed out, closed the garage door and drove off. In a matter of 20 seconds I forgot to take the picture.

I'm concerned about my memory loss. Maybe tomorrow you'll get pictures...

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I walked through my brother's office this morning and he said to me, "Noelle, have you had your Neil Diamond fix today?" I replied that I hadn't and he said, "You really should. It will change your day." And then he continued to whistle along to the Neil Diamond song he was listening to.

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I have moments where I'm reminded that I work with some nerds. Ben and Travis (my brother and cousin) are both working on bids for next year. Every few minutes I will hear one of them say to the other "Okay, here's your next challenge. What's the scientific name for _____ " and then they throw out a really long plant name. So far I've noticed that Ben gets most of them right.

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I went to dinner last night with 'Me' from 'Mr. Thompson and Me.' We had a good time. I'm a lucky girl because I have some amazing friends. Thanks for Dinner J!"

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I found these pictures on my camera:

Aren't they cute???

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Jason lives 4 and a half hours away from me ... that's TOO far!

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Jason and I talk on the phone every night. In every conversation he will say something about the reasons he's marrying me. If I were to create a Top 10 list of Jason's reasons for marrying me, I'm afraid that I would fall in at #11 or #12. I think his #1 reason would be my car...he likes it that much.

One of these days I'll post the Top Ten List. (Jason's going to love that!)

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And finally - I found a place to have our wedding reception. I can check one thing off the list of 12 million things.

Happy Thursday!

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Grandpa Wednesday - Revisited

I have a lot of new friends. (Welcome Friends!)

I'm glad you decided to stay.

To all of you I give you this explanation of my blog:

Most Wednesdays I write about my grandpa.

He was one of my best friends and someone that I learned some of my most important lessons from.

I'm re-posting one of my favorite Grandpa stories.

I was lucky to have some pretty amazing grandpas...three to be exact. The history of our family tree is confusing even to my brother, so I won't try to explain it here...but the end result was a world full of amazing grandparents.

I loved my Grandpa Rasmussen the most. And I don't mean that in a showing favorites kind of way. I loved him more because I gave my heart and soul in taking care of him, and don't they say that you love those you serve?

My grandpa was 93 when he died. For four or five years before he passed away he was mostly blind. He lived alone and did an amazing job of taking care of himself. I would take him grocery shopping, clean his house, pay his bills, take him out to eat, watch Lawrence Welk with was a world filled with culture of sorts.

I called him every night at 10:
00 pm. It didn't matter if I had just spent the evening with him. At 10:00, wherever I was, even at Disneyland, I would call Grandpa. He depended on that phone call. My phone call would tell him that it was time to get ready for bed (because he couldn't see the clock).

One afternoon my grandpa called me. The conversation went something like this:

"Noelle, can you come and take me somewhere after work?"

"Sure Grandpa, where are we going?"

"I'm not going to tell you. Just come and when you get here I'll tell you."

I was sure we were going to Arby's. When Grandpa craved something it was an Arby's sandwich and we went there quite a bit. (I tried taking him to Cafe Rio once - to broaden his palate - he preferred Arby's.)

When I pulled up to his house he met me on the front porch. "Come here," he said. I took his arm and helped him off the porch and he led me to the back patio where he had a small glass jar filled with roses.

"Do these look okay?" he asked.

"They're beautiful Grandpa. What are they for?"

"Come on kid, let's just get in the car and I'll tell you where we're going."

He directed me to a house around the corner. I stayed in the car and watched as he shuffled his way to the front door. He knocked on the door and a woman answered a minute later. He handed her the jar of roses and she started to cry. Come to think of it, so did I. I didn't hear what they said, I just saw her give him a big hug before he turned to come back to the car.

He was quite during the drive back to his house. I could tell that he was emotional. When we pulled up into his driveway he turned to me and said:

"Noelle, I think God inspired me to give Lisa those roses today."

"I'm sure you're right," is all I said.

I've thought a lot about that day. My grandpa lived his entire life serving those around him. And yet, at an age where he was more than ready to BE served, he was still looking for ways to give to those around him. We could learn a lesson from my grandpa.

Tuesday, January 5, 2010

Monday, January 4, 2010

Engaged…Finally! (from Jason)

Times, they are a-changin'...

For those of you who don't know me, this is truly a miraculous tale…one that few people believe as I describe it to them. The most entertaining part for me is the facial expressions I see as I tell it. They range from bewilderment to mocking laughter (the last expression mostly coming from already wedded men). You see, I am not a spring chicken anymore. Most, including my parents, have written off the fact that I would ever get married. My father even accused me of being gay, or at least suspected it. When he asked me the question, 'Do you even like girls?' I got the message loud and clear. Some even look to this as one of the signs of the Apocalypse. At least that's what they tell me.

I've always been told these many years that getting married would happen effortlessly. It has been anything but that throughout my life. I can honestly say that some of my greatest joys and the majority of my most exquisite pain have involved dating. Up until now, they have all ended badly, or at least not as I had envisioned. This has not been because of a lack of effort mind you. Rather, I have seemingly wasted countless millions taking girls to dinner, movies, buying gifts, paying for gas, and a hundred other instances of throwing away my hard earned cash in order to find 'The One'.

I know what you're thinking...something along the lines of, 'do you want some cheese with that whine?' Well those days are gone I'm happy to say (that is if I don't do something to screw it up!) and it has been just as the pontificators have predicted...truly effortless.

As Noelle and I saw each other for the first time, I think we both knew that we were going to get married. Of course you can't say that on the first date. As poor a performance as I made that day, it seemed that stars had already aligned in our favor. As we continued to talk and email each other, it became even more clear.

When I finally asked Noelle to marry me, it was rather sudden and unexpected for both of us. Well after the time we'd discovered that our grandparents where practically related (they're not just so you know), we had brought up the subject many times and were both comfortable in referring to marriage as 'when', not 'if'. However, sitting on the couch of my parent's house on my father's birthday, I decided to make it official. Although I didn't have a ring, I still felt it the right thing to do.

My parents were gone for a few hours, and because I hadn't purchased a gift for my dad, and thinking this would be the best present he could ever receive (at least the most shocking), I knelt on one knee and asked Noelle if she would marry me. Her response was priceless! She said, "Are you serious?" (I'm so romantic.)

With the smile gone from my face, I said, "Of course I'm serious!" She then lovingly said, "No really, come on..." (Amazing that he dared try a third time.) At this point I was second guessing what I thought was a sure thing, but persisted. "Yes, I am totally serious and I absolutely want to marry you." She then, finally, said, "Yes" which, of course, brought me a huge welcome sense of relief. (And trust me, the kiss afterword wasn't so bad either.)

After that, the conversation completely changed. We were getting married and that was that! It has been better than I could have ever imagined since!

The truly official proposal, ring and all, happened shortly thereafter. Having purchased the ring, and holding on to it for dear life all day long (while grocery shopping, playing games, going to dinner, etc.), and being as patient as I have ever been, I found the perfect moment.

Having just visited (going to dinner, and playing some extra long card games with one of Noelle's best friends), (in my defense I had no clue he was waiting to ask again) I decided to take a short drive to a place I loved to visit, the Bountiful Temple on a hill just north of Salt Lake City, UT. The snow was lightly falling and it was unbearably cold outside, (UNBEARABLY) but the moment was now or never (that's not really true).

We walked around this beautiful building to a corner where we could look out onto the valley below. After sensing Noelle getting colder and colder based on the severity of her shaking, I knelt on one knee and asked her to marry me once again. As had been the case before, her answer was priceless. This time she said, without hesitation, "Yes!" We hurried back to the car and drove the rest of the way home holding hands.

Now is that not a miraculous tale?! Well, it has been for me...

Yep…miraculous! Now, what will be even more miraculous is if I can figure out how to plan a wedding…good grief, we're in trouble!

Sunday, January 3, 2010

Sunday Dinner

We just finished a dinner of sloppy joes and oranges. The adults are sitting around the kitchen tables (yes tables...we're too many to fit around one table) and the kids are splitting their attention between building a fort and watching a movie.

Gabi, who just turned 5, said she wanted to watch a movie. Grandma went downstairs with her to find the movie she wanted.

After a few minutes Grandma and Gabi came back upstairs. Grandma said, "Gabi, describe the movie to your mom and see if she can figure out the name of it."

Gabi sighed and said, "You know, the one where the guy has black lines on his face and he plays basketball."

We guessed but we had no idea.

Gabi tried again. "The guy has black lines and a daughter who wears a ballerina outfit."

Guessing...take 2. Was it a cartoon? Was it Disney? Was it really football and not basketball? (Yes, yes it was.)

Gabi's Dad asked, "Is it Radio?" And Gabi said with exasperation, "NO's a DVD."

Gabi tried again. "You know...the guy with the black lines, and the little girl who is the ballerina wants to paint her dog's toenails."

And as a group we said, "OH! It's the one with the Rock. What's it called?"

The Game Plan...that's what it's called. And it only took 12 adults 10 minutes to figure it out.

Saturday, January 2, 2010

The Ring

Friday, January 1, 2010

New Beginning

This morning Jason, my dad, and I went snowshoeing. As we drove to the trail head we saw several people out running. I laughed a little is January 1st after all, and people are starting fresh on their New Year's Resolutions.

I've never made New Year's Resolutions...I think I'm going to start this year.


1. Learn to cook

2. Stop eating so much sugar

3. Exercise more

4. Hang my pictures

5. Give my blog readers what they've been waiting for

I'm guessing it's my last resolution that is going to hold your interest. want juice? You want me to skip ahead to Chapter 10? You want me to spill my guts?

Today you've got will get what you want. I only want one thing in return...just one little thing. And it's not too much to ask. I'm going to give you juice if you (those who haven't) will add your little picture to my friend box. (I know, pathetic really...but two-sided relationships are always better.)

Once upon a time I watched Jason play the piano on youtube. It was after reading the second email he ever sent me. I showed the youtube clip to my mom and she said, "Who is that?"

I said, "Mom, that's Jason. He's the guy I'm going to marry."

She smiled and said, "Are you serious?"

"Well...I think I should meet him first, but yeah, I think I'm serious."

Have you ever just known something? Have you ever just known that your life was supposed to go a certain way? Have you ever felt that God spoke directly to you and said, "This is the path I want you to take"?

Those the fact that I love him and can't imagine my life without him...are the reasons I said yes when Jason asked "will you marry me?"