I think it's weird that a photographer would charge $3600 for a wedding but still have a basic blog on blogspot. At least customize a little.. not hard.

"There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are messengers of overwhelming grief…and unspeakable love."

I would like to see my husband now, thank you.

facebook + family

hahahah

“If you can’t be a good example, then you’ll just have to serve as a horrible warning.”
— Catherine Aird

Being in love is hard.
It's hard because you could get hurt.
It's hard because you can hurt the one you love.
It's hard because you're vulnerable.
It's hard because you will disagree sometimes, and it will hurt.
It's hard because things change whether or not you want them to.
Being in love is hard because you cannot choose to stop loving, even if you should.

Being in love is easy.
It's easy to be welcomed with hugs and kisses.
It's easy to kiss them back.
It's easy to be close and share all your secrets.
It's easy to love and be loved.
Nothing could be easier.
Nothing could be harder.

I can't sleep. I'm so excited because I have a million ideas running through my head. Ideas that I intend on acting on. THIS WEEK. Because last year there were a lot of things I did.. and plenty of things I put off. Yes, I was busy planning a wedding and moving and working.. But now the wedding/moving/adjustment period is o v e r. It's time to focus on my life here in Chicago. It's time to focus that on the dreams I put off for a few months. (( Put off those dreams&plans for very good reasons, I might add. Being married is nothing short of pure BLISS.))

I cannot wait. I CANNOT wait!

Because growing, learning, searching, not finding, trying again, more searching, finding.. it's ALWAYS worth it.
Whenever you put your whole heart, your whole being into it you will n e v e r be disappointed.

I want to be so much more than I am now.
SO. MUCH. MORE.

The best part is that I know it's possible. We were born with unlimited potential. UNLIMITED! I I can't think of anything more uplifting or inspiring. The truth that:
We can be whomever we wish to be.

All we need is desire, a will to work (hard), and faith in God.
That's it!

This time last year I was writing down my goals for the year. Although I didn't write it down I made a decision that 2010 was going to be about me. I was going to focus on me and forget about dating.

And now I'm married.

Life is so funny.

What made 2010 Awesome?

So glad you asked!

Not going back to Idaho and staying in Colorado
Shooting weddings in CA, CO, OK, NM
Going to San Francisco for the first time
WPPI in Las Vegas
Rock climbing
Legally Blonde: The Musical
Running my first 10k
P90X
Bon Jovi in concert
The old dog track
Discovering 24, Dexter, How I Met Your Mother
The Whitsitt Cabin
Moving to Chicago
Getting to live in a beautiful apartment in Chicago
Getting engaged!
Utah & Colorado bridal shower
Two wonderful Christmases
Getting MARRIED!!
Moving into our apartment. :)

2010 was amazing. I accomplished so much, spent time with people I live, and dated one boy who stole my heart forever.
2011, you have big shoes to fill!

 

Stress is just fear. Fear that things won't get done.

Everything that needs to get done will be done.

And whatever isn't done won't matter.

The next week may be challenging. But-

When the road is difficult, the destination is that much sweeter. 

(In my sleep I dreamed this poem)
Someone I loved once gave me
a box full of darkness.

It took me years to understand
that this, too, was a gift.

— Mary Oliver, The Uses of Sorrow

Facebook, Friends, Food, and Not Sleeping

Facebook has made me hate people a little more. Probably because I could care less that you are frustrated with your major, your latest cooking creation was a disaster, or that your car is having troubles. Would a normal friend or acquaintance call me or even text me these useless updates about their life? No.

Unless your most recent status update is funny, interesting, informative, or relevant to me I am not interested. Those status updates begging for attention? Those ambiguous lyrics that I'm supposed to know? Your heart felt dedication to your boyfriend of 2 weeks? That's what blogging is for -- not Facebook.

You know, there are people I am friends with that I used to actually like in real life. Until we became friends on Facebook and I realized how annoying, self centered, emo, weird, [fill in the blank] they were.

Granted, not all my updates are important. But I'm also not updating my status every two minutes. More like once a week, if that.

Excuse my rant. I am currently super irritated with Facebook but even more irritated with my body that refuses to go to sleep. 

I am also irritated that there isn't a Taco Bell closer to me right now.

Belated Thanksgiving Post

Thanksgiving was amazing. It was our first little Thanksgiving and I loved every second of it.  Even the seconds where I was about to scream becauase I was frustrated with a recipe I had never used before. Even the seconds where I realized that I probably just gained a few pounds from eating so much. t was hard to be away from our families and our dogs but we got through it with plenty of phone calls. :)

Other memorable moments:
NOT working.
Watching even more Dexter.
Eating yummy food.
Both of us getting sick throughout the night because of all the yummy food we ate.
Staying in our pajama's for about 4 days straight.
Setting up our little Christmas tree and Christmas lights.
Finally listening to Christmas music.
Learning almost an entire semester worth of law school. (Which was actually very interesting. What I loved most was seeing Travis so excited just talking about what he's been learning.)
Going shopping on Black Friday after just about 3 hours of sleep and finding super cute clothes on sale!
Travis going to get me a Dr. Pepper (and mint M&M's!!!) even after I was a brat.
That same night, Travis bringing me the bowl of frosting I had made and not judging me when I used my fingers to eat out of it. (Yes.. Thanksgiving weekend was a bit out of control but we're back to eating normal again.)
Getting the last set of thumbs up to get married in the temple. :)

where she belongs.

I'm really excited for Thanksgiving. Especially for Thanksgiving dinner. Cooking it, I mean. 

All jokes aside, I love being in the kitchen. At the end of the day it's nice to have 30 minutes of quiet in the kitchen doing something I enjoy. It gives me quiet to to think, time to relax, time to enjoy the smell of fresh food.. 

So on Thanksgiving I get to spend an entire day just cooking. That's it! 

I cannot, cannot wait.

 

Doesn't a set of all white dishes just make you swoon a little? Someday I would like a kitchen with white cabinets, white dishes, and a window so I can feel the breeze in the early morning and listen to the birds wish me good morning. 

 

Done with Season 2 of Dexter. 

I LOVE it.

Maybe everyday should be Sunday 

so I can dedicate hours on end to watching this show.

I used to do it everynight. Sit on a chair by the window, open to a clean, fresh page and gently let the pen hit the paper.  Thoughts, ideas, memories, dreams seemed to take life as words flowed onto each page. I looked forward to this special time each day where nothing really matter except for me and what I wanted to write. I never looked at clock. Sometimes an hour would pass and I wouldn't have even noticed. There were no deadlines, no limits, no interruptions, - just me, my journal, and a view of the city. 

Not every entry is insightful or revealing but each is important. Important to me, it's single viewer. There is no audience that will review it, give it acceptance or approval. This nightly ritual is only meant to benefit me.

And now my journal lays untouched, unnoticed in a corner of the room. It sits there like an old friend waiting for me to pick it up and again and resume where we once were. It always does.

I need a blanket

At this point I'm pretty sure I could fall sleep just about anywhere..

Mmmm...

Re: Last Night

...it's true.

The real reason I like to take little kids to the zoo:

Maybe one day an animal will eat them.