tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11498637497024746032024-03-13T13:14:39.529-07:00There She GoesAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14959054570790119012noreply@blogger.comBlogger159125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149863749702474603.post-68067328066998069772016-05-04T11:42:00.000-07:002016-05-04T11:42:10.397-07:00For those of us who wait<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Mother's Day and I have always had a complicated relationship. It all goes back to May 11, 1986 Mothers day an also the day I was born. So you see Mother's day and I have always been connected.<br />
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The first year we tried to get pregnant Mother's day didn't really bother me. But by the next year I was getting tired of the whole thing, by year three I had completely forgotten about my own Mother on Mother's day and was drowning myself in pity and anger. I hated stupid Mother's Day and was becoming more and more resentful towards the women who were celebrated.<br />
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This year was supposed to be different. This year I would be almost 32 weeks pregnant with Rory and would be turning 30 a few days later. I was looking forward to forcing my husband to make me breakfast in bed and showing off my cute belly at church. I was finally going to be a Mother. My long wait was over.<br />
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This year is different. This year Rory is in Heaven and I am on Earth. I am a Mother. And my birthday will mark one month since Rory was born. I have rejoined the group of women who are waiting, and to be honest my feelings about mother's day have become even more complex.<br />
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Motherhood is different for each woman, and people disagree when Motherhood begins. for some it is the first time they see their baby on an ultrasound or the first time they hold their baby. For others it is when they hold a positive pregnancy test . But I think really Motherhood begins the moment you open your heart to a child, any child.<br />
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For those of you who are waiting know that I am waiting with you. If you are waiting for your first baby or your fourth baby. If you are waiting for the perfect birth parents to pick you, if you are waiting for the latest results from your reproductive specialist. If worst of all you are waiting to be reunited with your child in Heaven. You matter. You are loved. On Mother's day and on all days.Whether you hold a child in your arms, a child in your heart or even just the dream of one-you are a Mother.<br />
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Ann Jarvis who is the mother of all mother's, the mother who inspired Mother's day bore 11 to 13 children, only 4 lived to adulthood. Mother's Day was created to honor this bereaved Mother.<br />
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As I look back on the last 30 years, I realize now more then ever that I have been mothered by so many women, by friends, by coworkers, by Aunts and Grandmothers, and nurses by women with 10 children and women with no children.<br />
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Waiting is hard, and sometimes it is unfair. And there are days
when it seems like everyone but you in announcing their pregnancy, when it seems maddening and unfair that the other couples baby lived and yours did not.<br />
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This year on Mother's Day I am going to celebrate my Rory girl. My girl who officially made me a Mom. And I will be celebrating all of you. Because really if you think about it, are we not all mothers?<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14959054570790119012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149863749702474603.post-4319112272816891992016-05-04T11:41:00.000-07:002016-05-04T11:41:46.877-07:00The Story of Rory part 1October was the worst month ever. Kurtis had been unemployed for a year and things were looking bad. We were wondering how we were going to pay our rent- and whether or not we should just give up and move back in with our parents.<br />
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Things were oh so dark. And I was struggling. I was struggling with everything. I was doubting all of the choices that I had made in life-<br />
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Then things seemed to get even worse, a potential client wrote Kurtis a fraudulent check which sent our fragile fiances into the toilet. It took weeks to get access to our bank account and we were trying to live and pay all of out bills with $200.00.<br />
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Little did I know that during our deepest and darkest time a prayer had been answered. I was pregnant- something that I thought that I would never be, with our sweet Rory girl.<br />
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In times of extreme stress I have been known to skip a period. So when the beginning of November came around and my period didn't I didn't think anything of it. In fact I jokingly said to Kurtis one night "There's no way in Hell I could actually be pregnant right?" and he responded "Well there's a 2% chance." We laughed it off.<br />
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By November 11, I was starting to get a little worried. I had finally pulled out a calendar and figured out that I was close to 3 weeks late. A small part of me said <i>"well maybe you should take a test just to rule it out..." </i>That night I anxiously drove to a Target and kept reminding myself while I was buying the test to not get my hopes up. After all Kurtis and I had decided that we were not in any rush. We knew we would have to do IVF, we were going to figure out life, go to Hawaii and then try to have a baby again.<br />
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When I got home I rushed to the bathroom and ripped the text from the package. I had splurged and got the digital test that way I couldn't misread the giant "Not Pregnant" when it arrived. I took the test I set it on the counter. And got up to try and busy myself for the next three minutes... But it didn't take three minutes. I swear I looked down and that little sucker had a word that I never thought I would see on it. Pregnant. I was pregnant. "Oh Darn."( I did not actually say darn.)<br />
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At that moment I didn't feel that rush of joy that I thought that I would. I felt fear, and then excitement. How could this be? This wasn't supposed to happen for us. How would I tell my husband, how would he react.<br />
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I took the dog outside for a quick walk and after a half a block threw up into the bushes. I had an hour or so before Kurtis got home and I had no idea how I was going to break this news to him. It was way to late to do anything cute and sweet and there was no way I could keep this secret from him. I waited until he got home and walked out into the living room. I gave him a hug like I always do after a long day of not seeing him. I looked up at him and said the words that I had been waiting to say for six years. " Well it looks like I'm pregnant." He didn't seem surprised-he didn't seem shocked. He looked me right in the eye and said "yeah I know, and it's a girl."<br />
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He knew? How did he know? I got him to tell me later that he had been suspicious for a few weeks. And on further conversations we both have come to understand that it was the Spirit telling him, preparing him. My sweet husband knew - He knew that I was pregnant with this long wished for child- This sweet baby would be a girl and her name was Aurora.<br />
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In the last few days since we have lost our girl- our sweet angel Aurora Madeline. Many people have asked us if we chose her name after we learned that we had lost her. But the truth was her name has always been Aurora. Since the moment that it was confirmed to us that she was indeed a girl her name has been Aurora, or Rory.<br />
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Aurora means dawn. And in the tale of Sleeping Beauty the good King and Queen longed for a child more then anything. And when she was born she filled her parents lives with sunshine. Our sweet girl-our long wished for child would fill our lives with sunshine too. Plus we could call her Rory which would make my Gilmore Girls loving soul happy.<br />
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Now that our sweet girl is gone from us I am remembering the other part of the tale. That the King and Queen were forced to be apart from their precious Aurora, until she was returned to them.<br />
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While this parting- this heartbreaking parting for us will not end with our girl being returned to us on her 16th birthday. Our own little Sleeping Beauty will be returned to us one day. I know God lives, I know that he loves my little family. I know that my sweet girl was called home to be with Him. But most importantly, I know that I will have her again. I know one day we will run to her and feel the sweet embrace that we have longed for all of these years. I know that she looks down on us and misses us too.<br />
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I am so grateful to be her Mom and Kurtis is grateful to be her Dad. We love our sweet girl more then anything in this world- and cannot wait for the day when we will have her again.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14959054570790119012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149863749702474603.post-84739135491410645022014-12-15T22:35:00.001-08:002014-12-15T22:35:20.136-08:00A Year In Review
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For me 2014 will be a year that I will look back on with
both joy and sadness. As I shift though the memories of this last year I am
stuck again and again by how fortunate I am to have some many wonderful friends
by my side.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It truly is a wonderful
thing to witness the happiness of other people.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I’ve learned to let down my guard more, to accept the hug when it is
offered. And to answer with truth when someone asks me if I am ok. </div>
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A wise woman once told me to “always be a beginner at something”
I’ve taken that advice and run with it. I’ve tried new things, stepped out of
my comfort zone, I have succeeded and I have failed spectacularly. Through this
year I have learned that when I fall can pick myself right back up and keep
going. And when I do reach that goal it was worth all of the trouble and mess. </div>
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It was also a year of finding answers to questions that I
had been seeking for years. That cold day in January sitting in my Doctors finally
getting answers to long sought after questions brought both pain and relief.
That moment still seems as crystal clear as if it were a moment ago.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Months later sitting in a hospital holding
the hand of a dear friend who had suffered her own loss left me cold and sad
like a walk in the park in December without a coat.</div>
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But even in those sad moments, I remember my favorite words,
“ Weeping may endure the night but joy comes in the morning.” And joy comes,
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These are the things that I will remember about this year,
this year of promise. This year of pain this year of joy.</div>
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When I look back on
2014 I will remember it as the year that I said yes. Yes to travel, to learning
something new, to a different job with better opportunities. I will look back
on 2014 as the year I let my guard down and made new friends, when I took risks
and when started the journey of learning to love myself-my whole self. </div>
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I can only hope that 2015 is half as great as 2014 was, and
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14959054570790119012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149863749702474603.post-785365717902712032014-12-15T21:11:00.000-08:002014-12-15T21:11:10.630-08:00"Oh Darling let's be adventurers"
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<span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 14.0pt;">For as
long as I can remember I have been fascinated by the East Coast, particularly
the New England area. I don’t really recall how this infatuation started but I
think it can be traced back to watching the 1994 film version of Little
Women.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was eight that year and fell in
love with the story and the scenery. Soon after that first viewing I was
reading and watching anything that had to do with New England. Somewhere along
the road I came to the decision that I could only be really truly happy if I
was living in a small town on the coast of Maine, or Massachusetts, or maybe
even Vermont, just like Diane Keaton in Baby Boom.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 14.0pt;">I grew
up in Central California, not to far from the Raisin capitol of the world. And
while there is nothing wrong with the central Valley, it never really felt like
home. Later on it occurred to me that all of this desire to move away from the
Golden state where so many people want to live might actually just be a desire
to return. As it turns out most of my ancestors fled chilly Massachusetts for
gold and warmer winters in California. But me; nope I like the cold, my
favorite days are gloomy overcast days. I dream of cold winters, seeing four
actual seasons, and being able to wear a jacket without sweating.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 14.0pt;">A few
weeks ago my husband and I decided to celebrate our anniversary by spending the
week with some friends who had recently relocated to the Boston area. With
temperatures in Southern California hitting the 80-degree mark all through
September and into October, we were looking forward to cooler
temperatures.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When the airplane finally
landed and we viewed that Boston skyline from our over priced rental car for
the first time, the strangest feeling came over me, the feeling of home, the
feeling of belonging. Over the next few days we walked the Freedom Trail,
explored different towns and neighborhoods, and ventured into the neighboring
states of New Hampshire, and Maine. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 14.0pt;">And yes,
the fall colors were amazing, and yes, it was nice for my husband to finally be
able to wear that sweater he bought two years ago. But, I forced myself to look
past all of that, all of the beauty and history and amazing seafood, to really
find the reason why this felt so right and where we were living has been
feeling so wrong. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 14.0pt;">What I
discovered that sometimes, maybe every once in a while a gal needs to get lost
in a city where no one knows her name. That this concept of “home” is not a
concrete one, maybe home, or the city where we live, or apartment where we live
needs to change every so often or at least be vacated. There is something
wonderful to go to a new city and trying it on for a while. I read once that
travel is the only thing that you buy that makes you richer. And now that I am
older and actually choosing the places I get to travel, as opposed to the self-imposed
hell that is known as the Family Vacation. I find myself learning and growing
more and more with each trip I take.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 14.0pt;">As
humans we are always growing, changing, shape shifting. Isn’t it possible that
our location sometimes needs a change as well? <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And while I know that there is no perfect
place, it could be that there is a perfect place for this moment. </span></div>
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Have you heard of the Color Run? For my birthday this year I decided that I wanted to do something fun and healthy. So Kurtis and I ran the color run together. And honestly I can't remember what he did for the rest of the day because it was so long ago.<br />
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This was out first 5k, and it really helped us catch the running bug. Which to be honest I am still not completely in love with. The thing that I love so much about themed races, is the fact that you are have fun. And thus, completely forgetting that you are running.<br />
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Now that Kurtis and I have done 3 themed races, I have come to the conclusion that neither of us are particularly good looking while running. I mean let's be honest, no one really is. The only people who look beautiful after running for 3 plus miles are ridiculously good looking people who don't sweat, and are always smiling.<br />
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If you ever see pictures that the organizations themselves post on Facebook, or on their websites. They are always of happy, smiling, beautiful people, who look even <i>more</i> amazing covered in mud, and or colored chalk. I mean come on ! I see these pictures on Pinterest of amazingly beautiful people running and it gives me false hope. A hope that if I sign up for this race, I too will be beautiful, fit, and look even more adorable covered in Color. And soon my adorable picture will be all over the internet and I will be the new face of whatever themed race I choose... This my friends is not true. And for proof I submit these photos to the jury.<br />
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I guess it is true... the camera adds 10 pounds and ruins my self confidence.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14959054570790119012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149863749702474603.post-5121113588645534502013-11-17T23:54:00.001-08:002013-11-17T23:54:54.185-08:00oh yeah...Kurtis graduated from Law School, I was very proud and a little overwhelmed . I am so proud of him and all of the hard work that he has done over the last three years.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14959054570790119012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149863749702474603.post-44502342834320295822013-04-04T11:42:00.000-07:002013-04-04T11:42:00.297-07:00San Diego and all the other thingsI an just going to ignore the fact that I haven't written anything since January.<br />
Catch up. January was a hot mess of a month we kicked off 2013 with a lot of resolutions and crap like that. I decided to channel all of my missed performance opportunities into Flashback, which is an awesome performance and charity organization. Little did I know that this would mean that I would not sleep until early March... I am not kidding, I pretty much turned into a zombie . <br />
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To celebrate the end of flashback and Kurtis's last EVER Spring Break we took off to San Diego and boy did I fall in love with that place. For reals yo, a week does not go by when I talk about our trip. We got an amazing deal at the W and had a great time. </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14959054570790119012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149863749702474603.post-67893694261178390512013-01-06T09:51:00.000-08:002013-01-06T09:51:03.032-08:00Merry Christmas and Happy New YearI am not sure when time started going by so fast, but it seems the older I get the faster it goes, so it is nice to relive these memories. Our Christmas was really wonderful and simple which was the goal of the year. After it was all over we looked at it each other and said "you know this was a really nice Christmas." And it was there was no stress and no drama and no running around like chickens with our heads cut off. We were really able to enjoy and focus on the meaning of Christmas.<br />
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We had a few friends over for Christmas Eve dinner which was so much fun. It was a little crowded with 9 adults and 4 toddlers in my apartment, but it was so much fun. I love having parties and having people in our home and having an apartment isn't going to stop me.And since babies go to sleep early almost everyone was gone by 7pm and we drove around Fullerton/Brea looking for Christmas lights to fill our Christmas Tree Lane void and finished the night by watching <i>It's a Wonderful Life</i>.<br />
Christmas morning was quite and fun we opened our stocking's in bed<br />
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and then came out to the living room and opened our presents. All of our Fresno family sent stuff down to us with my brother-in-law so we had things to open. We made some breakfast and passed out while watching <i>A Christmas Story</i>. We talked to our parents on the phone and finished the night off by seeing <i>Les Mis</i>.<br />
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I rang in 2013 by working at Tower of Terror, at 11:59 we had no guests the building was empty so we all closed our elevators and ran out to the roof to see the 3 different fireworks show's.I missed my New Years kiss with my hubby but this was okay too.<br />
2012 was a pretty good year, we are so blessed and are looking forward to what 2013 has in store for us. So far we have Kurtis's Law school graduation, a spring trip, and the Bar Exam to look forward too!<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14959054570790119012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149863749702474603.post-84958962256402579362012-12-19T09:24:00.001-08:002012-12-19T09:24:42.643-08:00<a href="http://www.bloglovin.com/blog/4416697/?claim=c4aakguz6hs">Follow my blog with Bloglovin</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14959054570790119012noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149863749702474603.post-33226262379551662792012-12-18T00:16:00.000-08:002012-12-18T00:47:11.213-08:00Traditions<b>Warning this post contains Jesus talk</b><br />
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Growing up my family had several Christmas traditions . We would kick off the Holiday Season by walking down Christmas Tree Lane which is a Fresno tradition, this would be followed by decorating a Christmas tree and going to my Grandma's to bake cookies and my Great Aunts yummy fudge.<br />
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Now that i am an adult and living far from home it is hard to keep some of those traditions alive. When we have been bale to make it back to Fresno Christmas Tree Lane has been to crowed or to late, and this year we are not heading home at all.<br />
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I think apart of the fun of growing up is starting your traditions. Since we have been living in Southern California we have been trying to do just that.<br />
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For the last three years we have gone to Disneyland for my work holiday party, we always watch the fireworks and get hot chocolate and try to find all of the Christmas decorations. <br />
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This year we added on the tradition of seeing the Candlelight
Processional, which was so beautiful and will become a family favorite
for as long as we live here.<br />
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Candlelight has been happening at Disneyland since the 1950's, Walt Disney would invite local choirs to sing Christmas Carols and invite someone to read the Christmas story from the Bible. It was his way of inviting the spirit of Christmas into the park and also a way to say "Thank You" to all of the people who made Disneyland possible. This year Candlelight was expanded from two nights to twenty and I knew we just had to be there.<br />
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Towards the end of the program the reader, talks about how Jesus Christ was born to a poor family never went to college, or held a political office, he never traveled to a big city or even farther then 200 miles from the place that he was born. He was hung on a cross between two thieves and his captors gambled for his clothes. But yet, this man who to the world seemed so ordinary was anything but. This child who was born on that Christmas day has inspired so many. And no army, navy, or politician has ever been able to touch anyone the way that the Savior of mankind has.<br />
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These words made me think of a few things, for one I was so surprised that in our ever growing secular world I was hearing these words in a public place, and secondly because these words were true. Whether you celebrate Christmas or not you have to admit that Jesus was a pretty good guy, he taught that we should love one another, not judge each other, and do unto others as they would to you and that is just the readers digest version.<br />
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It was a great delight to stand with hundreds of others as the Hallelujah chorus was played to honor that little baby who was born to save us all.<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14959054570790119012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149863749702474603.post-5581466789415844292012-12-16T22:13:00.000-08:002012-12-16T22:13:11.993-08:00Things that I forgot to mentionThrough out the course of any given week a thought will cross my mind or something will happen and I will think to myself "man I should really make sure I put that on the blog" or "wow that would be a good blog post" but then life as it always does gets in the way, and I forget.<br />
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With the end of the year fast approaching (can you believe that?) I figured I could just take all of those little things and make one big giant post, well maybe two we will see how the first one goes.<br />
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New Car- We got a new Car in July during a trip to Fresno. My good old Chevy was on its last legs and was fast approaching its death. The air conditioning had not been working for over a year, and the poor thing couldn't even go over 50 MPH anymore. I was a little sad to see it go, for a about a minute. Kurtis's brother Keith got us a great deal on a 2012 Ford Fusion, which I am in love with. It is safe, has working air conditioning, and gets great gas mileage. It's pretty too.<br />
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Family Trip- Right after we bought the new car we broke it in by
driving up the central coast to Cambria to spend a weekend with my
family. It was really wonderful spending time with my Grandma, Mom, Aunt
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craziness following the relaunch of Disney California Adventure which
Kurtis and I both put a lot of blood (from blisters) sweat (from working
in the heat) and tears (crazy guests, 50 plus hour work weeks, and
again those blisters.) Kurtis was even able to get some golf in with my cousin, and uncles. And we made sure we stopped by Hearst Castle!<br />
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<br />Canoe Races- Every year for the last 50 or so years Disneyland Cast
members take to the Rivers of America and in the wee small hours of the
morning before all of the guests are in the park we race the canoes
around Tom Sawyers Island. It is a ton of fun for all of the cast
members and we all get super competitive, because it is not only Resort
cast members but Studio and Imagineering as well. I did not race this
year but Kurtis did! His team made up of Guest Control leads and
Trainers, survived all of the semi-finals and made it to the top four
and eventually won the Sprint Races, I was so proud. He had a great time
and it was a wonderful way to end his time as a Disney Cast Member.<br />
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Last Sunday Kurtis and I got together with my friend Aubrey to take some fun Christmas photo's and I love the way they turned out!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14959054570790119012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149863749702474603.post-69376209573587493212012-12-07T21:05:00.001-08:002012-12-07T22:07:08.153-08:00Let your heart be lightHands down my favorite Christmas song is "Have yourself a merry little Christmas" from Meet me in St. Louis. I have had that song and several others on constant play for the last few weeks. <br />
For some reason that I can't really figure out the last few years really haven't felt like Christmas. I am not sure if it is a result of growing older, being poor, or my empty uterus or a combination of all of them.<br />
To try to remedy this we are having the best Christmas ever. We are watching tons of Christmas movies,listening to Christmas music,reading Christmas books. And Christmas decorations are all over the place. And I love it. Spirits are high and we are looking forward to spending Christmas together in our little home.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14959054570790119012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149863749702474603.post-46374447620379892012012-11-28T17:16:00.001-08:002012-11-28T17:29:28.749-08:00Day of ThanksThanksgiving used to be my favorite holiday, but somewhere along the way it became less about the family and more about which recipe is better,how many houses we can hit up and when can we collapse into our own beds...<br />
This year I went with a "screw it all I am just going to do what I want." And let me tell you it was awesome. <br />
I made the turkey and some gluten free stuffing(not good) and pecan pie (yum ) and we had a pretty chill day in Fresno.<br />
The weather was perfect for fall.There was a chill in the air and lots of beautiful autumn leaves and because I got a new phone I lost all of the photos I took. So just use your imagination.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14959054570790119012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149863749702474603.post-78116545667965043722012-11-20T19:25:00.001-08:002012-11-20T19:25:16.317-08:00Check Me outHey friends, sorry it has been forever since I have posted things have been a little crazy here at the Urien Nest (to me nest sounds classier then apartment) I promise posts soon.<br />
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Anywho... I would LOVE for you all to check out a post I wrote on a great blog called <a href="http://clomidandcabernet.com/" target="_blank">Clomid and Cabernet</a>, so click the little link and tell me what you think...I did not mean for that to rhyme. Love you all and Happy Thanksgiving, or Happy Slapsgiving, which ever you choose to celebrate.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14959054570790119012noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149863749702474603.post-55696143940974816222012-10-17T23:45:00.000-07:002012-10-17T23:50:14.110-07:00up up and awayFor all of the years that Kurtis and I have been married we have NEVER dressed up for Halloween. We always talk about doing it, but it just never happens.<br />
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This year I announced we would be dressing up, and then my Kurtis's brother and sister-in-law planned a trip to Disneyland with their boys for this week.The two things added up to us all going to Mickey's Halloween Party together. It was a ton of fun and I highly recommend it for all families.<br />
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For our costumes we decided to go as Carl and Ellie from the Disney Pixar film up. Up has always been one of my favorite Disney Pixar films. It is so amazing to me how simple shapes, sounds, colors and music can spin a beautiful story about love, life and loss.<br />
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So many people connect with Carl and Ellie, but I really see Kurtis and I in these characters. Their quest for adventure and travel, the heartbreak of not being able to have children, the desire to go out and experience adventure, but the practicalities of life getting in the way. So many people came up to us Monday night and told us how much they loved our costumes, (which I have to admit were pretty cute) but what I think what they really loved are the characters and their story which touches everyone.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14959054570790119012noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149863749702474603.post-58342703255215049972012-10-07T20:24:00.001-07:002012-10-07T20:24:51.621-07:00its been one weekLast Monday I went to the Doctor for a check up... after a lot of talking he began to suspect that I might have some sort of Insulin Resistance and encouraged me to try a low carb diet. His rules are 5 days low carb and two cheat days.<br />
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I was not excited. I have never been good at dieting. My thought has always been that everything is okay in moderation. But when the Doc gives you the rules, you follow them.<br />
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Things that I have not been eating& drinking: Bread, rice, sugar, any kind of caffeine, fruits high in sugar, milk and other dairy products or anything processed for the most part.<br />
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What I have been eating: Vegetables, chicken, salad, fish, some red meat, berries, unsweetened almond milk, iced herbal tea.<br />
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What I have noticed: This is not been as hard as I thought it would be. I really don't miss the carbs, I do miss the sweets, on day 3 I did try to eat a small piece of unsweetened bakers chocolate , but it was so terrible I threw it out. The thing that I thought would be the most difficult would be the caffeine, however I haven't even really been tempted.<br />
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I have definitely noticed after my cheat days when I do eat carbs, I feel like I have less energy. Also the number on the scale has gone down by about 7 numbers. I have always had a tendencey to blackout when I stand up, and that is also gone.<br />
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All in all I think that this has been a success and Kurtis is even going to join in with me starting tomorrow. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14959054570790119012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149863749702474603.post-65217519104821298092012-09-18T20:09:00.000-07:002012-09-18T20:10:54.272-07:00Running<div>
I have been running pretty regualrly for the last six weeks or so<br />
Everyone keeps telling me about "runners high", at first when someone mentioned this to me, I thought <i>"great I finally have an excuse to use controlled substances while exercising."</i> However, I have come to understand, that a runners high is unfortuanitly not smoking pot while running, but a rush of endorphins that creates a sence of well being.<br />
I have been waiting and praying for this runners high to hit, but it hasn't. I have come to accept the fact I really don't like running and I probably never will. Running is a means to an end for me, I need to get fit, and I need to be healthy, so a few times a week I throw on my fancy pants sneakers that the hubsadoodle picked out for me (<i>because in his former pre-law life he worked at The Sports Authority</i>) and hit the road.<br />
While I don't enjoy the running, I do enjoy the sound of my feet hitting the pavement, I like looking down at Audrey Dog, and let her pull me along, I do enjoy the moment when all of the worries and stress melt away, and I guess that is a high enough for me.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14959054570790119012noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149863749702474603.post-31984469689519731872012-08-24T17:33:00.000-07:002012-08-24T17:41:33.433-07:00Party in your mouthOver the last few months I have been looking for the perfect pizza place-well I still ave not found it. But while I was looking I stumbled upon these little babies. I decided to recreate them for our Tower Of Terror 4th of July Potluck and they were a huge hit. I call them Chucks of Burning Love and they will make you really popular and don't be surprised if people start leaving you love notes.<br />
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<u>Ingredients</u><br />
1 package cream cheese (I used Philadelphia)<br />
1/2 package bacon fried<br />
1 tomato washed and diced<br />
1 ready made pizza dough (I used Pillsbury)<br />
1 stick butter melted<br />
Garlic powder to taste.<br />
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Preheat your oven to 400 (or whatever it says on the pizza dough<u> </u>)<br />
wash and dice your tomato<br />
fry the bacon and chop into a good bite size piece.<br />
melt your butter and add the garlic salt.<br />
roll out your pizza dough and use a small biscuit cuter to create the pouch that you will stuff your ingredients in.<br />
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Assemble<br />
place 1 spoon full of cream cheese inside the cutout dough.<br />
Then place 1 piece of tomato and 1 or 2 pieces of bacon on top.<br />
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I served mine with warm marinara sauce and they went like hot cakes...no joke these things are pretty amazing<br />
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I know it has been forever since I posted anything but really this summer has been so insane,my life has totally changed since June 15... When Disney California Adventure relaunched! So here are some if the things we have been up too... A few non pictured highlights, new car, Kurtis won Canoe Races got a fancy lawyer job and quit Disney, I started running, new position at work and pretty much moved into the Tower of Terror, and oh met Justin Bieber (not impressed)<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14959054570790119012noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149863749702474603.post-21893846847689187542012-06-02T19:12:00.000-07:002012-06-02T19:12:40.359-07:00Family Motto<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Some families have cute little saying or quotes that they hang around their front door. Like "<i>This house runs on love and diet coke"</i> or "<i>Always Kiss me Goodnight"</i> we have one too...but it comes from a more unlikely source, Barney Stinson<br />
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I was feeling a little down today, the project that I have been working on at work is ending and while I am looking forward to heading back to Hollywood Attractions I am feeling a little discouraged. So I reminded myself of our favorite quote, and sure enough just like Barney said I would, I started to feel a little bit better.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14959054570790119012noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149863749702474603.post-56825780191208594062012-05-23T21:32:00.005-07:002012-05-23T21:32:57.379-07:00The Day that I almost stole a Seal<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UflndrblWQ0/T725wFs0jPI/AAAAAAAABJA/LRY86Ukd2k4/s1600/578172_10150997028211528_683431527_12070680_1598819411_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UflndrblWQ0/T725wFs0jPI/AAAAAAAABJA/LRY86Ukd2k4/s320/578172_10150997028211528_683431527_12070680_1598819411_n.jpg" width="320" /></a>I have always loved aquariums and today Kurtis and I visited the Long Beach Aquarium and we had so much fun. It wasn't as big as the Monterey Aquarium but it was still pretty awesome and as always I asked Kurtis if he would get me a seal or an otter and he told me no...JerkAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14959054570790119012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149863749702474603.post-35373614861300577472012-05-22T23:17:00.001-07:002012-08-24T17:42:50.591-07:00chocolate chip cookie challenge<div>
If there is one thing I can't resist its a cookie. Some people love cupcakes or candy but I love cookies.<br />
All over the internet there are recipes claiming to be the best. So I decided to test some out. The first one was a recipe I found on pinterest which was a cross between shortbread and a chocolate chip cookie. It was heaven. Simple to make and literally melted in my mouth. Yum !<br />
Here are some photos of the before and after. The dough was very flaky and delicious... It almost didn't make it to the oven.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14959054570790119012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149863749702474603.post-81938671615731475392012-05-22T22:59:00.002-07:002012-05-22T22:59:45.685-07:00Take me out to the Ball GameLast Monday my dear friend Megan and I hit up Angels Stadium for a fun day of baseball. The Angel's were playing one of Kurtis's favorite teams the Oakland A's. It was my first time at a major league game and we had a great time.<br />
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<p>I have been searching for a new craft project and came across a great looking wreath that was made out of bubble gum. So I headed out and got my supplies. This craft in total only took about two hours and totally filled my crafting desire for a awhile. Here's some before and after pics<br>
Over all I am pretty happy with how it turned out,and it added a little touch of spring to my door<br>
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