Keepin' It Casual

One thing I've started to realize after a series of months of working every other weekend, is that time off is very valuable. There are so many things that I want to get accomplished in a given day or series of days, and I have just become used to failing at completing all of these things...some things can just wait, you know? Preferably not until the last minute, but realistically, that's pretty much how I roll. Anyway, this past weekend was my weekend off, and I was so happy to be able to do a few special things. First of all, can you believe that two years ago, this child: was this child? It seems so crazy to me, it feels like it was just yesterday that I got to meet him for the first time! I remember my visit to the hospital and being so in awe of the whole process. I couldn't believe that my friend had created, carried, and birthed this beautiful baby boy! I can not think of a bigger accomplishment in life. Sarah asked me if I wanted to hold him, and I remember b

I cannot believe how often I get asked this question! Makes me wonder if there is something I am missing or not doing that I should be doing. We made it two weeks, so that's good! <-my usual response. I have a hard time being serious about things...I really think it's a coping mechanism. I mean, how do you think people would react if my response was: Here I am, two weeks into my marriage, up to my eyeballs in schoolwork, my body in a time zone that must be halfway across the earth (thank you night shift), working, schooling, socializing, and attempting to spend just a few minutes a day with my new husband who is in super-farmer mode and also struggles to find time to relax, let alone time to hang out with his new wife. It's easier to say something smart and laugh lightly. The truth is, I am proud of my two week marriage. Marriage isn't easy and every day should be celebrated. Adam and I both knew what we were getting into when he proposed and I said yes. So these obs

I cried for days when I found out my Dad and stepmother were expecting a child. I couldn’t believe that they had done this intentionally, were my brother and I not enough? I was so upset for so long…probably about nine months. Then my new little brother was brought into this world and every feeling of anger and resentment left me at that moment. How can you hate something so precious and innocent? Twelve years later I find myself at my youngest brother’s birthday party at the MOA. His face lights up when he realizes I am there. He is excited to introduce me to his friends. The ones who have already met me ask, “Do you remember me??” The ones who haven’t ask, “Are you the one who is getting married?” “Can I see your wedding ring?” He wants me to ride the rides with him. They all want me to ride the rides with them. Our time together, running around the park from one ride to the next goes by in a flash and suddenly I am saying goodbye. He whines when

I've always been envious of bloggers; their inspiration, dedication, and creativity has always been so intriguing to me. It's also the main reason I've deterred from starting my own blog. I mean really, it's kind of a big commitment, to periodically check in and share your thoughts with the world (or maybe just yourself, depending on your following). I like the idea of being able to dump out, organize and make sense of the contents of my thoughts, documenting every trouble, idea, and nonsense notion. Some people have blogs dedicated to different areas of life; religion, weight loss journeys, running, wedding plans, politics…My blog won’t be about any of these things but will be about all of these things… This blog is about me, about my life…the good, the bad, and the ugly. Consider that your warning… There are times when my mind spins with thoughts that I have no idea what to do with…So I Started a Blog