Wednesday Wisdom: Keep Moving

First, I want to thank everyone for all the love towards my last post about our love story. It was a great anniversary, one for the books. We bought new towels and went to a housewarming BBQ. Totally romantic, I know.

You know those days weeks months, eh…times that the world just throws it all at you? This is a reoccurring theme here, I apologize if you’re tired of hearing about it. This is my life right now and good for you if you can’t relate (to much snark?). But just like a bike, or a storm or whatever analogy you want to use, you have to keep moving. No matter what happens or how stressed out I get over silly life stuff I just keep planning the wedding and the graduation and all the other stuff that’s coming up. Crafting always seems to help me clear my head so I may get a start on my Christmas projects. I would like to lose some weight before the wedding so I’m starting a new diet and running plan. Once I realized that I had absolutely no control over the things that were causing me the most stress, since I was already doing everything I could to prevent those things from happening, I decided to make goals to distract myself.  It doesn’t mean that the panic attacks when logging into online banking have subsided. It just means that they’re a bit shorter and I have to get more creative with my problem solving. As long as I am moving forward I think I’ll be okay. Pretty sure. Almost positive.

Happy Wednesday! I promise next week will be different.


The story of us…

Family day at the coast, 2009.

Family day at the coast, 2009.

I can’t believe that it’s been EIGHT years that Mister and I started dating. It seems like just yesterday he was trying to get my number, and now here we are eight years and a different state (literally) later. It has been the best eight years of my life, no matter the up’s and down’s I wouldn’t take any of it back. Okay, well maybe there’s a few things I would take back. That awful attempt at beef stroganoff that one time, I would take that back. But thanks for eating it anyway. Note to girls (and guys): If your loved one will still eat an inedible meal that you made for them, just marry them.


Anyway, I digress. I promised you our story so here it goes:

When the two of us met I was unavailable for dating, off the market so to speak. I worked as a teller at a community bank in northern Idaho and he was a customer. I still remember the first time I helped him, he had to spell out his name for me and referenced one of my favorite childhood books as his spelling. He was just adorable and funny, always trying to make me laugh, such a flirt! Over the next year he would come in and we would chat. He seemed to lose his debit card a lot, which meant that we had to re-order him a new one at least once a month. Let me tell you, he was not giving off the most responsible vibe, if you know what I mean.

Ah, old pictures. Remember when the date was permanently etched in there?

Ah, old pictures. Remember when the date was permanently etched in there?

After much work on his part and some pretty big life changes on mine I was back on the market! It was summer and I was single and ready to mingle! One day he came into the bank and I overheard him say to a fellow teller that he was planning on moving to Portland for school. When he was done he came over to say hello and I mentioned how unfair it was that I was finally able to date and he was moving away. He mentioned that he was going to culinary school, so obviously I said he should make me dinner before he left. He gave me his number but didn’t ask for mine so of course, I didn’t call him. I thought if he was so interested he would have asked for my number, right?

About a week later he came in and was talking to the teller next to me and mentioned that he had given me his number and I had never called. The woman, who was like the head Momma at the bank, turned to me and said, “There’s no reason not to call him.” This juicy gossip circulated around that I had this guys number and hadn’t called him. My manager told me that if I didn’t use his number to give it to her for her daughter, she needed a nice guy.

So of course, I didn’t call him.

Baseball game, 2009.

Baseball game, 2009.

Yeah I made him wait two weeks before I called him. And when I did finally call him I only apologized for not calling earlier. He acted like he didn’t care, like it was no big deal. I for sure thought that the ship had sailed and I prepared to hand over the golden number to my boss for her daughter.

The next day he was in the bank. Ordering a new debit card.

He looked a little more polished than usual, like he hadn’t just gotten off work, but had put a clean shirt on and done up his hair. It was adorable. He asked me to join him at some bar that night for a party for one of his friends. I acted like it was no big deal, like maybe I had plans, we’d see. It was a school night and I had to work early the next day.

So of course, I dragged my only single friend out at 9:00 that night and made her come with me to the bar.

And the rest, as they say…is history.

Five years! 2010.

Five years! 2010.

A week later he was helping me move into a new apartment, a month later we were dreaming about running away together. Six months later he was moving me out of my scary apartment and into his house, where I found a drawer full of debit cards that weren’t activated. He had figured out that it took longer to order a new card, so he just kept ordering them so he could talk to me. Of course, I was positively oblivious.

We spent our first anniversary eating Mac & Cheese and Corn Dogs off of boxes in our first apartment here in Eugene. It was a whirlwind romance and I’m sure there are many times that my friends and family had to bite their tongues when I would tell them that I was moving to a new state with this boy I had been dating for less than a year.

Our first 4th of July, a week after we moved to Eugene.

Our first 4th of July, a week after we moved to Eugene.

I had found what I was looking for and I knew that this was the guy that I would marry and make a life with. It’s been a wild ride, these last eight years. Through all the ups and downs we’ve never left each other’s side. He’s my best friend and I know that no matter what life throws at us we’ll help each other get through it. And let me tell you, life has thrown us plenty of curveballs in the last eight years. Now we just look back at those times and laugh because we remember the good parts and shake our heads at the parts that caused any pain.


Next year we get married and I’m so excited that I finally get to call him my husband. We’re one of the last couples in our group of friends to get married, and one of the longest relationships of all our friends. I think everything happens in its own time, and next year will be perfect for a wedding.

Now I have to go find some tissues, have a great weekend everyone!


The worst summer list EVER!


She’s hiding from this summer chore list. Sneaky dog.

I think that may be a bad title…who wants to read something when it says in the title that it’s the worst ever? Well, I guess you do if you’re reading this. Thanks for that. I’m sharing with you guys the second in my series of lists for this summer. The first one was all about having fun! Yay! The next one is all about the wedding that I’m planning (you have to wait, sorry). This one…this is like a big long chore list. It took forever for me to write it out on paper, I mean who wants to write a chore list? Well, I do. But that’s because I have a problem and I love to write lists. But even this one was boring for me to write. You see, we have so much going on next year that I think I should do something productive around the house during the summer. I get that summer is almost over, even if my denial about that is in full blown “it’s still June” mode. I know it’s not June, it’s the end of July (EEK!) and I have yet to get started on this list. Can you blame me? It’s been, like, really hot you guys! Like in the 90’s! I seriously don’t even know how I ever survived all those years in the desert, I’m such a wimp when it comes to heat nowadays. Anything over 80 and all I want is a fan and a glass of something cold. The last thing I want to do when I get home from work is clean the garage. Yuck! But I must. I either do it now, or I do it later when we’re in the midst of graduating and marrying each other and moving. Best to get started now, no matter how impossible it may seem. Hmm…there seems to be a theme here this week. Stick with me, or just stop reading here. Whatever.



1. Kitchen:

  • Go through all cabinets and pantry, anything not being used must go.
  • Reorganize drawers and lower cabinets (uppers were already done)

2. Bathroom:

  • Organize and clean cabinets, get rid of any product not used in the last six months

3. Bedroom:

  • Tackle the closet…again. Anything not worn since the last time get rid of.
  • Decide what should be stored in cedar chest
  • Store unused bedding somewhere not under the bed (oops)

4. Living Room:

  • Clean out desk
  • Fix furniture and reorganize drawers in buffet and entry-way table

5. Garage:

  • Make a drink, this is going to be awful
  • Go through ALL the boxes! Just throw all the crap away that you haven’t looked at since you packed those over 3 years ago. Seriously, you don’t need it.
  • Organize all craft supplies into armoire
  • Fix shelving to store totes of crap that is being kept.
  • Hang the bikes!

6. Have a garage sale. Sell it all. Who cares? Okay, there it is, my boring list. Tomorrow marks 8 long glorious years that mister and I have been together. I’m going to tell you all about our lovey-dovey story. Happy Friday!!

Wednesday Wisdom

Sometimes we have the opportunity to look at a task ahead of us and make the impossible seem possible. We can make a plan, set goals, write lists and envision our outcome. Sometimes we don’t get that luxury and we wake up one day smack in the middle of a situation that seems impossible to get out of. It can be like quick sand for your spirit. When these situations arise it’s best to panic and call your mom, because she’ll always know what to do. You can also eat a box of Oreo’s in one night, nobody’s judging here. But the next day you have to wake up and make a plan and remember that nothing is impossible if you try.

Thank you Walt Disney.

And Nelson Mandela.

Anyway, just get moving. Do your thing you think is impossible. In all reality what’s really stopping you?


How am I livin’? How my phone sees my life.

I was contaminated this weekend, I accidentally devoured cautiously ate a roll with butter in it. I couldn’t help it, it was delicious. I knew as soon as I ate it and so did Mister, he just looked at me, shook his head and asked where the Epi-pen was. He has this look he gets in his eyes when he thinks he may get a chance to use an Epi-pen on me, it’s kind of scary. Luckily there was no need, I didn’t go into anaphylaxis,  so I just drank more wine and hoped for the best. This was Saturday, so Sunday I felt the worst of it. The low energy, the nausea and  headache, it was all there. Monday I felt the residual effects where my entire body hurts down to my joints and it’s uncomfortable to even move.

All from one little roll! My addiction to carbs overruled my common sense, that stupid delicious bread.

While glued to the couch Sunday I noticed that I have over 900 pictures on my phone, mostly of Gypsy of course.

Here are some from the last few weeks:

IMG_1710^These two were just trouble. Onyx belongs to our friends and we took care of him for a few days^

IMG_1713^She’s really not a morning person^

IMG_1715^I got to work here last Friday, go ahead, be jealous.^

IMG_1718^My first piece of Fiesta ware. It was on bonkers sale and I couldn’t say no. It’s turquoise for god’s sake.^

IMG_1723^We went to a wedding this weekend, it was beautiful^

IMG_1730^This is Felecia, she’s simply wonderful.^

IMG_1732^This is Sarah, we take goofy pictures.^


^I love the #ABeautifulMess App.^

Speaking of A Beautiful Mess, I’ve decided to do their 30-Day-Self-Portrait-Challenge. Yes it’s narcissistic. No, I don’t really care (okay, I do a little. It’s pretty awkward actually).




^2/30 At least I can get creative with it.^

Okay, that’s it. No more pictures.

Enjoy your day!

Summer Shenanigans

I mentioned last week that I was having a hard time adjusting to my new found summer freedom with no school. I think adjusting may be the wrong word choice here, I’m actually doing great without all that homework and required reading. The problem is I may be doing a little to great. I need some structure in my daily routine or else this summer is going to be over and I won’t have anything to show for it besides a high score in Pet Rescue Saga. Seriously, that’s what those long grey winters are for.

I have three main things that I want to focus on this summer and since I told ya’ll I would share them with you, here’s the first list.

This is also the best list, because it’s the fun list.

Super Summer Shenanigans:

1. Make boozy popsicles (this could be the best idea or worst idea ever)

2. Jam it up! Get out the mason jars and berries and make some jam! And maybe pickles.

3. Keep my Fuchsia plant alive (I thought it was dead, but then it came back. I renamed it Fuchsia zombiacea (few-she-ah zombie-acea) pictured above). 

4. Read 5 books that I choose! (1/5 completed! Great Gatsby was great.)

5. Go to a baseball game (summer=baseball)

6. Pick some berries (See #2)

7. Go camping (summer=baseball+camping)

8. Hike a new trail (summer adventure!)

9. Float the river (adult style, in the inflatable kayak. No more tubes for me)

10. Make “Bailey’s” ice cubes (this could be the best idea or the worst idea ever)

11. Swim in my new bikini (Sarah, if you’re reading this, that means you girl!)

12. Go on a picnic (romantic or not, whatevs)

13. Go to a concert outdoor concert (Already had my indoor concert experience. Time for some outdoor, blanket, sunset watching music)

14. Take an absurd amount of pictures (see link in #13)

15. Have the best summer ever (no pressure)

Have a great weekend! I’m going to get started on this list, maybe some boozy popsicles are in store for this weekend…

Wednesday Wisdom

I’m not going to lie you guys, these last few weeks days have been rough. For every good thing that has happened there  has been an equally bad thing to happen. For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction, right? This is why I didn’t take Physics. It’s just to real.

It’s nothing major, it’s just life. Mister and I are healthy and somehow manage to make each other laugh by the end of the day. We’re just caught in a storm of uncontrollable elements hurling their best at us. There are days when I feel like everything is fine, the water is calm and the wind is quick in my sails. Other days it feels like a hurricane and I can’t help but feel like I’m just flailing around aimlessly while I try to ride out the storm.

Okay, I’m done with the nautical references.

Happy Wednesday! Hey, the day after tomorrow is Friday.

Summer Lovin’

You guys, I am BORED! B-O-R-E-D! Like becoming a Candy Crush expert, three seasons deep into Gilmore Girls BORED. Read an entire book in one day bored. I’ve only been out of school for a month, which is pretty much the longest break from school I’ve had in almost two years and I really have no idea what to do with myself.

Even though we’ve been super busy this last month with all sorts of summer things like weddings, barbecues and concerts it doesn’t seem like I’ve been busy. I guess when you get used to having 3+ hours of homework every night when that’s gone you suddenly have what seems like a lot of free time on your hands.


We went to a wedding on the coast a few weeks ago and caught this rare sunny day. Beautiful beach day: check!

At first it was great but now I’m geting antsy.

You know what antsy means…time to write a list. Yay lists!

Here it is:

1. Plan the wedding (Only 356 days)

2. Organize and purge the house (In case we move, which we probably will)

3. Have an amazing summer (Oh right…that.)

Yeah, no big deal. Just a few things to do. Since next year will be such a huge year with so many major real life events like graduating college, getting married and moving I really need to use this time wisely. This is kind of like the calm before the storm so I really want to use this time to prepare for Hurricane Real Life (name pending, leave suggestions in the box).

I won’t bore you with one long list of all my goals at one time. Instead I’ll break them up and share them, then keep you updated on the progress. Maybe I’ll get some new tips and tricks to share!

Until then please send more lives in Candy Crush.

Please and thank you.

Wednesday Wisdom

It’s Wednesday, time for a little motivation to get through the last part of the week. I chose this quote because I always feel like I’m trying to get somewhere before I know the destination. When I want something, or I set my mind to something, I want it done then and there. I don’t have much patience with life sometimes, but that’s something I’m definitely working on. This last term, there were weeks when I couldn’t stop thinking about how I should have been graduating and why did I have to wait two more terms before I was finished? If I had finished last term, I wouldn’t have had the opportunities that I was given during that time. And I wouldn’t know now what I didn’t know then, meaning I wouldn’t have a clearer view of what I want to do when I finally do graduate. Timing is a funny thing, something that we can try our hardest to control but we probably never really will. Maybe it’s just easier to step back and enjoy the ride.

Lesson Learned..

I think there are some days where you plan ahead and think “there will be some pretty great photo opportunities so I should most definitely bring my camera because I will totally use it.” So you pack your fancy new (read: heavy) camera into your purse and lug it around with you all day until you realize that you haven’t used it once, and suddenly the day is over and all the pictures are now  just memories. Is that just me? This just recently happened and I’m still trying to get over it.

Last Sunday was one of those days, and it was so full of awesome that I’m sad I can’t share it like I want.  You see, I conspired and somehow made it so my mom, mister’s mom, my best friend and myself went to see Fleetwood Mac together in Portland. I still can’t get over the concert, it was ah-maz-ing! Stevie Nicks still has such a voice and don’t get me started on Lindsey Buckingham. Geesh!  It was such a fun girls trip and something that I will cherish forever and ever, and I hope I don’t forget all the amazingness because I don’t have any pictures. Oh wait, there’s this one:


One kinda okay photo from my phone, that had to be taken quickly before the section attendent threatened to take away my camera. So I guess I’ll have to just tell you about all the things I can’t show. Don’t worry, I’ll condense.

It was the very first time that the moms had met. Even though mister and I have been together for 8 (EIGHT!!) years, our parents have never met before. I thought that the concert would be, at the very least, a good buffer. And in case of any future mishaps we can always, “We always have Fleetwood.” They seemed to hit it off just fine and I’m glad we got all the introductions out of the way before the wedding. That would have been awkward.

After a weird dinner mishap, where the moms left us at the restaurant because our food was taking to long, my friend and I made it to the arena before they started. Unfortunately we were thirsty and got stuck at the bar level which apparently has no exits! I think we did a complete circle and missed the first song because we were stuck in some sort of Rose Garden purgatory. Somehow we managed to escape and make it to our seats.

I wore my cowboy boots and was very proud of myself that I seemed to break the curse of mischief on them. After getting ready I realized that I always seem to get into trouble when I wear those shoes. Not Fleetwood Mac night, nope, no trouble. Not like I can prove that, so you just have to take my word for it.

My friend and I had a very nice shopping day the day after the concert. My mom went home and we had breakfast with misters mom and then set off on our own adventure. We took the afternoon bus home, so we walked and shopped around downtown Portland until we had to be at the station. We had a total Almost Famous ride home on the bus, it was awesome.

It took four days for my voice to return. Mister was perfectly fine with that.

I guess I should look at this as a lesson learned. Always take pictures. Even when it will take you a few minutes, even if you have to ask a stranger. Always take a picture.

Especially when you take the time to curl your hair and wear your boots of mischief.