time for an update

i think i may just be starting to get over the morning sickness. i haven’t barfed in three days, which is a record. dang it, i don’t want to jinx myself. did i just jinx myself? i sure hope not.

james and i are so thrilled about being able to start our family. we feel very blessed to have had this pregnancy happen so quickly. i guess it was just the right time for us. we have almost been married for four years ya know. and in Mormon standards that is a long time to be married without having kids. i bet you all were starting to wonder if we still even liked each other. we do. we like each other.

james has been an absolute gem for the past two months. i have been a retching, pizza-faced monster. i still am a pizza-face. thank goodness for photo shop. james says it makes me look even more like a fifteen-year-old than i already did. great… i am a knocked-up fifteen-year-old. (i’m really 23 peeps). a happily married 23-year-old. sorry to burst your bubble flight attendants of the world: i am in fact old enough to sit in an exit row. (yes, i was actually asked once if i was 15 while sitting in an exit row, but that is a story for another time).

if you are still reading, you can probably tell that my mind is racing. thank you for your endurance.

we have lots of great things happening this summer. we moved into a new place. we ended up not buying our house. there is a job opening in salt lake and we wanted to be footloose and fancy-free just in case we get it. we were sad for a second about the house. but we’re good now.

james’s brother gets home from a mission this august. we can’t wait to see him. my little brother is actually getting his mission call today! we are so excited for him.

i am going to utah at the end of july to hang with the fam. it’s gonna be a partay.

i’m really excited to see our brand of baby. i am so used to my sissy’s brand (see sidebar). oh yeah, i am going to need to make some room on the sidebar.

:)

my good news

i sit here trying to come up with an interesting way to say what i want to say. i ask james for help cuz i know he is great with words. but all he can do is sit on his big purple exercise ball and play a song on his guitar that he made up about not wanting to go to work. i’ll admit, the song makes me laugh. but this is serious stuff.

last night i had a meltdown of sorts. i mostly blame it on the weekends. i hate weekends. but there are other factors in play now. like the constant nausea, or the pizza that my face has become, or the weight gain. oh the weight gain. i blame it on the constant nausea. the only thing that helps is eating… all the time. and not the healthy stuff either. eating stuff like cereal or bread. my emotional state is hung in the balance by a tiny wire. james scoffs at that statement. he thinks it’s an understatement. he said he would use the word twine, because it is way wimpier than wire.

well i hope these words clearly expressed what i am trying to say. if they didn’t, then you are kind of a dummy.

weekends

weekends are a time when i sit on my rear. my rear has been complaining lately due to my excessive sitting. so i give it a rest by laying down completely. ha. i especially dislike sunday evenings. i have grown to expect a text message from james saying that he has to stay an extra hour and fifteen minutes because the guy who was supposed to work that shift has called in sick. james has assured me though, when he is months away from retirement, he will call in sick all the time too. i am going to hold you to that promise boy.

done and done.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My nursing school pinning ceremony was awesome. Mostly because I am officially a graduated nurse. I am so glad that my family got to be there and join in the celebration.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Here are some random’s they took, probably while waiting patiently through all the extra crap that graduation ceremonies consist of.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And then there was actual graduation.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Steph was on a role. Love that girl!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I almost didn’t go to graduation, but I’m so glad I did. I sure am going to miss seeing my peeps every day. Thank you to everyone who supported me through these past three years. School was tough, but it has all paid off in the end. I love you guys!!

so sorry.

yeah so i haven’t blogged in forever. i am about to graduate peeps. i would like to officially name last week “the week from hell”. but here i am on the other side… still alive… and participating in one of my favorite past-times… blogging. my whole family is coming to teeny tiny midland to join in the festivities of next week. i am so super excited to see everybody, and have everyone actually see where i live. yeah i know, (mom and dad), ya gotta go where the grandkids are. i can’t supply those yet.

i took a test last week called “the comprehensive predictor”. it is a predictor for how well we graduate nurses will do on the state boards. i dominated. in fact, my instructor told me that she has only seen a score that high one other time in her career. boo yah.

that is the update for now. i leave you with a picture of the cutest baby on the planet.

ecstasy.

james thinks i’m funny

one of our many goals in life is to not laugh at each other. i don’t know why we do this, but it makes those times when we actually do laugh that much funnier. we also use the comedic rule of three. you’ve never heard of this?? well, you’re welcome, i may have just changed your life. i was on a role yesterday. we were driving in the car and listening to the new weezer album (which by the way is totally awesome). we were stopped at a light and i decided that i wanted to make james laugh. so i commenced raising the roof like a total dork. he didn’t laugh at first, obviously, so i just kept going. i knew that he would laugh if i did it long enough. with each passing second my moves got a little more rhythm-less and my face got a little bit uglier. success.

then the rapping started (what? rap in a weezer song, preposterous!) and i (of course) rapped all the words like a pro. i even got the gangsta hand movements down to a science. i wasn’t even trying to make james laugh, but i guess i am just so naturally hilarious.

comedic rule of three: do or say anything three times = laughter. really, try it.

she doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry

so stinkin' cute from Mary McAllister on Vimeo.

a day at the park (and tons and tons of pictures… mom)