Friday, October 30, 2009

My Own Rules

Today I opened a lovely cardboard box from Amazon. It contained my newest book purchase.

(POST EDIT: Sorry no, not an announcement. I am not pregnant. I wish. But no, I realize I worded it oddly. Which made it seem like I was. That has been edited. Sorry! Keep praying though!)
I like the title. It suits our circumstances, not yet having children. Yes, I realize there is the possibility our future child will be a girl, but I have my doubts. I bought it to keep on hand for WHEN we do conceive as maybe a present for Avery (first father's day?) but I ended up looking through it first. Oops...

*Anyone else love the smell of a new book? Or the way the pages crack as you break in the binding for the first time? I love a new book! Call me strange, I am sure I am.*

It is written from a father to a son, but I thoroughly enjoyed it. It is simple pages of one liner lessons such as "When in doubt wear a tie... Learn how to dance... Talk to your mother. She is cooler than you think...Write down your goals twice a year." And other such lovely snippets. Just classics. I also enjoy the mustard yellow cover, and in my mind's eye picture it on the shelf in our non-existent nursery.

It caused me to relfect on some of my own rules for my life, or at least one's I would like to incorporate. Dance in the kitchen...Only buy clothes that fit well. Not necessarily the latest style...Learn how to save. I am in the midst of compiling a list. Any suggestions?

Coming next in the cardboard box of wonders...

the previous purchase reminded me of the review I once read for this, and thought they would make a good pair. The subtitle is '20 things my son needs to know.' I must be on a new kick.

What life lessons do you wish to pass to your children?

Saturday, October 24, 2009

My Date Night

My date night usually consists of a few of my favorite things...
*take out yellow curry*

*the latest crappy redbox movie* this time it was 'Year One' Do not recommend.

*And a few fuzzy faces to cuddle with*

*and Avery* but his fuzzy face would not let me take a picture of him last night

p.s. He was laughing (laughing!) at me while I was taking pictures...
"What are you doing? Why are you taking a picture of the movie case? Are you making fun, are you making fun of our date night?"
"I'm not making fun. I'm documenting," I was trying to explain to the man.
"Awww... It is so cute, look at our date night. You want to remember when we were poor, ate take out, and rented a movie every weekend. Awww... look at our poor college days in the scrapbook!" he was laughing the whole sentence.

I wish you all a great date night!

Monday, October 19, 2009

My close encounter of the moose kind

Alright I know, this is a lot of posts but I have been jerry rigging blogspot to post my pictures (still having issues) and I have all these backed up posts I wanted to put pictures up for. Last one, I promise.
Ave had an elk tag this year. For a spike, which I am proud to say I now know what the heck that is. He literally went five separate days, hiked hundreds of miles (maybe tens of miles), and never got a damn thing. He was mad. Poor Avery. I was mad because he spent a lot of money on game bags, ammo, camo gear, and the like for this dumb hunt. Which, I was never quite clear why he felt he had to go in the first place. What would we do with an elk?! We do not even own a freezer. We live with my parents!! But he had to be a man, I guess.
So after the first weekend was a bummer he wanted to go back the following monday. He was skipping school to go hunting. Ask me how I felt about that? And he did not have anyone to go with, so he was going to go alone. I was not about to let that happen, so I went with. ON MY DAY OFF. Yes, I am crazy at times, as his uncle Kent so kindly pointed out while handing me an orange vest. I dragged my butt out of bed at 4:00 AM and hiked in the snow... yes snow... for five hours!! It sucked. I do not see the appeal in hunting... at all. We heard some bugles, that was freaky and cool at the same time. But never saw anything. Granted the scenery was beautiful and it was good exercise. But when he went again the next weekend, he went alone. I just resigned myself into deciding whether I would cremate his body or not when he died. Luckily, I did not have to go through with it, he lived. But never got anything. He is very sad. Do not mention it to him.
"There's always next year," he's says.
"Not if I have anything to do with it," I say.
Oh, and did I say we did not see anything on 'our' hunt. I lied.

We saw a family of him. This is the daddy, and there was a mommy, and a baby. And I was peeing my pants. Avery was throwing snowballs at them. Remember how I have said he is a genius, apparently it comes and goes. He got all excited because all of sudden there were tracks. Big tracks, not the deer tracks we had been seeing all morning. So he whispers, "Those are elk." Which by the way why do we have to whisper? Are the elk that hard of hearing? Anyways, nope not an elk because not ten feet in front of us is a moose. It made some wierd noise, like a whine and then wandered down the trail to the... oh look... two other moose, and one has huge stabbing antlers!!! Moose have antlers right? Is that what they are called. I am not joking when I say they were standing on the trail right in front of us while I am clinging to a tree because Avery just said that they cannot go around them quickly so it is the safest place to be. I have heard stories of scary moose chases, including my bestie Hanna who had one chase her into the girls bathroom at girls camp and try to tear down the stalls. I am re-telling this story to Ave (he has heard it before, whenever someone mentions a moose attack, what can I say I have no stories of my own, I live through others, until now) and picturing this moose wildly swinging meanwhile Ave hands me the rifle and walks closer... yes, there goes the genius again. Trying to shoo them off the trail so we can walk by. He throws rock and snowballs at the moose(s) *I know the plural of moose is in fact moose but I want you to picture three of them staring back at Avery trying to hit them with a snowball, If they were not so ornery looking I would think they would just be thinking, "Oh how fun! I want to play too!" Eventually, they climb up the hill and watch as we walk by. The whole time I keep checking my tail because I am picturing Mr. Moose getting pissed and taking off at me while I am not looking. "Watch this Moose Jr. This is how you kill a human when they are not looking." They don't. We were safe. YAY! Avery went by himself, and did not die, and did not see anymore moose. Next year he needs a moose tag.

My modern day cattle drive

I forgot to mention what we saw on the way down to moab. In spanish fork canyon...

Can you believe it?! There were hundreds of 'em!! And about ten real life cowboys, on the highway. Giddy up.

My UEA weekend

Ave had the weekend off; playtime! We have our system. On school breaks ie: UEA and spring break, we get to go on an "Avery vacation". Which usually revolves around four-wheelers. Then for our big gifts ie: Christmas, Anniversary; we take a "Jenn vacation". So this past weekend, Moab. I love moab, good memories, good fun. My family and I used to go a couple times a year to bike or four-wheel. It's been awhile, since my birthday last year that we have been. It was about time. We hit some good trails, rested up, ate some good food, and had WAY too much family time. Living with my family full time definitely does not cause me to want to spend vacation time with them. But hey when we can stay in the RV for free... and rides my parent's four-wheelers for free... and eat yummy food for free... we'll get over it.
It was fun... check it out.

And yes the dog does ride on the four wheeler. He loves it. Sometimes he runs beside us, but usually he just rides in the back.

Monday, October 12, 2009

My Life's Frustrations

Blogspot has not liked me lately. I have tried to post and attach photos three seperate times. Will not work. It is annoying. Not really anything special going on, just life. But I like being able to muse on my blog. And whine. Now is some more whining. Stick with me here.
The baby thing has not been going so well. I will just say that. And that we are pretty sure I had an early miscarriage last month. So that is always disappointing and slightly sad. Though I told a few of my friends that in a way I was happy about it, because it means I am ABLE to get pregnant. Being in the medical field I know the stats and I am way more willing to have my body make the decision. I would rather have a happy and healthy baby. Not saying I am not getting to the point where I just want a baby. I have to remind myself to relax and not to stress. Going on six months... it is hard not to stress about something you want so badly. I need to remind myself it happens on Heavenly Father's time, He is looking out for me. It will all work out.
In other news Ave is back in to the swing of school. Which I will say the late night studying and homework does not help the baby process. He received an invite to the Golden Key Honor Society. Which means he is in the top 15% of his class. YAY! My husband is a freaking genius. He has also been trying to hunt. He got an elk spike tag and keeps going to a few spots but has not got one yet. I actually went with him up American Fork Canyon the other day. In the snow... On a five hour hike... And then did not see anything. Hunting is lame. I do not see the appeal.
My work is great. I really love it. And for the first time in awhile we are fully staffed. Which of course makes my work load even better. And I am really excited my doctor is opening a satellite office in Park City starting in November. He will do really well up there, and we get to go shopping after work. Good all around!
The being at the parent's house thing is going well... yeah, well. It is frustrating. And I am REALLY bummed not to be able to decorate for halloweeen. I keep seeing all these great ideas online, that I just have to save. Boo! But it still has been the best decision, I do not know how we would have survived. Once again reminds me He is looking out for us.
Everything will work out.
Thanks for listening to me whine. I can recommend some good cheese if wanted.