24 no more

Another year, GONE! Waaaa.

I can’t believe I am going to be 25. There’s no more claiming “early 20’s”. I will be shoved into official "mid-20's" tomorrow. Plus, I think I am expected to kick my maturity level up a notch. Twenty-five is the age where you have to act mature and stuff. Ew.

Honestly, I don’t really mind becoming one year older. I do understand that 25 REALLY isn’t THAT old. I get that. What bothers me the most about birthday is the finality of it all. Once I turn 25, there is no going back to 24. Was I emotionally attached to age 24? Not really. But I hate HATE hate finality. I like having one foot in the door. I’m this was with practically everything. That is why I am usually the last to order at restaurants, we had to investigate our couch and love seat at least 4 times before I actually could agree to buy it, and that is why I don’t like birthdays that much anymore.

But I do like the cake. And the cards. And the attention. So I guess it all equals out in the end.

Well, before 24 year old me joins the Hammer pants and the catchphrase “Waaaazzzzup?” in history, I wanted to send her off with a goodbye.

In remembrance of 24 year old me:

This is 24 year old me all bright eyed and ready to enter the world...

I walked a barefoot mile with Hanson (that's the oldest one. I forget his name but I know he isn't Taylor because Taylor is the middle one.)

I graduated with my Masters and ended student life FOREVER!!

I finally, FINALLY got to be in the same building as Conan Obrien

We went on a church history trip/St. Louis trip with my parents

I went Seattle for a week in the Spring

I visited Tuscon for a week in June

I bought my first sewing machine and slooooowly began to sew

I started my career (how fancy)

I went to Kansas City for the first time

I went on my first vacation with the in-laws to Branson

I had the time of my life in Boise for Thanksgiving

I spent my first Christmas away from home…and it actually was not nearly as traumatic as I thought it was going to be

Annnnd I went back to Seattle in March. (This was the age that I spent the least amount of time in the Northwest. How sad).

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It was fun to go through those pictures and watch my hair grow. So long, 24 year old me. It was fun.

I FEEL SO ALIIIIIIVE!!!!

I am not a very assertive person. ESPECIALLY with strangers. When I see something that I think is rude or wrong, I tend to murmur to myself and then complain about it to Jordan. But actually confronting someone? No way. That's too scary. My mom is really good at it but not me. I always picture confrontations where I appear strong and in control and not terrified, but I never act on them.

One of my absolute biggest pet peeves is when smokers carelessly toss their cigarette butts onto the street, sidewalk, ground etc. Every time I see it, I want to scream. Do they really think that the butt just magically disappears? It is totally lazy not to mention DANGEROUS! And it happens all the time in Tulsa. Ugh! Whenever I see someone do it, I always have the urge to say something about it. But I never do....

until today!

This evening when I was walking out of Wal-Mart I saw a guy walking toward the entry smoking a cig (such a sexy sight- oh, wait. No, it's nasty). Right as he approached to the automatic doors, he flicked his nastiness onto the ground. My insides yelled, "THAAAAAAT'S IIIIIT!"

So I turned to the guy and said, "Excuse me?" He turned around. I took a deep breath, pointed to his grody butt and assertively said, "This is NOT an ash tray. People do not want to see your cigarettes on the ground!" He looked pretty flushed and said, "Ok. Sorry" and quickly turned around. I walked swiftly to the car hoping that my knees didn't buckle.

Jordan was in the car waiting for me. I soon as I got inside I proudly told him what I did and he gave me my props. I had such a strong adrenalin rush from it that my legs would not stop shaking. I laughed about how pathetic I was for having such a strong physiological reaction to it, but I'm glad I did it!

So watch out, you lazy Tulsa smokers! I just might call you out on it! (unless you look mean and scary. Then I will proceed to murmur about you to my husband),

self diagnosed

You know those moments when you think it is Tuesday but it is really Wednesday? And then you get that warm fuzzy feeling as if you just received a prize? Isn't it wonderful?

You know moments when you think it is Thursday but it really only Wednesday? Or you think it is Tuesday but then realize you are still trapped in Monday? Isn't that horrible? You feel scammed or punished.

I suffer from Wrongdayitis all the time. It's the disease when you CONSTANTLY think it is the next day. Tuesday feels like Wednesday, and Wednesday feels like Thursday. I'm always a day behind what I think it is. It is very stressful. And annoying. Just once, ONCE, I would like to have one of those moments where I am like, "whoa, is today really already Wednesday?" instead of "Well, hello Wednesday. You're late. I was expecting you one day ago." Sigh.

No coming back from this.

Since 1:00 pm, today has been a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

Note: This is not a story for the squeamish. If you have a heightened gag reflex, I invite you to promptly close this tab. Thanks.

The day started off fine and everything was "juuuuuust PEACHY!!" (Points for those who know what that is from. Melissa D., I'm looking in your direction.)

12:00 Went to Jordan's parents' house to wish his mom a happy birthday and give her flowers. Happily accepted an invitation to go out to eat lunch with them.

12:30 Went to Mr. Mambo's Catina. Stuff my face with guacamole and queso (sp?). When our fajitas came out, crammed one down my throat then immediately started to feel too full. Wasn't too concerned, as over-eating is my forte.

1:30 Drove home. Noticed my stomach was very unsettled and not happy. Tried to ignore it by watching Dracula: Dead and Loving It (I want those 90 minutes of my life BACK please, Leslie Nielsen). Had to run to the bathroom multiple times. Yuck. Had a few false alarm pukes which just turned out to be the lovely dry-heaves.

2:00 Decided that a good way to settle my stomach and warm up (at this point I had the chills big time) would be to run a bath.

2:10 Immersed myself in the bath. Started to have more severe stomach pains. Could tell that ralphing was soon going to commence, and was also fully aware that I was soaking wet in a bath tub.

2:10:05: Sat up and threw up. Like, alot. In my bath water. While I was in there. Ugh. And of course, being in the condition of health that I was I could not very well "spring up" out of the water. The only thing I could do was pull the plug and let it slowly disappear.

"My life is trash." (Anyone know what THAT is from?)

The rest of the day consisted of me literally crawling around the apartment (standing made me too light headed), Laying on the ground, puking some more (that time I made it to the toilet, hurray), and complaining about how cold I was.

Aside from my traumatic bathing experience, there were some nice moments in the evening. For example, Jordan babied me by stroking his fingers through my hair (my favorite), and watching Return to Me with me. He also went out and purchase swallowable pepto pills because I was too scared of puking again if I tried the liquid stuff.

So that was MY day....how was your own?

More Fun with Sleeping Jordan

Tonight, Jordan and I were sitting on our couch together. Kinda. I was staring at laptop as I cruised from blog to blog to blog, and Jordan was passed out sleeping. He had a pillow covering his chest a form of comfort, I'm assuming. ANYway....

All of a sudden, Jordan starts to whimper, "Help...help me. I need help." Then his whimper turns into a little frantic exclamations. "HELP! Get it! Get it!" I was completely confused and started to panic. I didn't know if he had trouble breathing, if he had a charlie horse, etc. So I kept nervously asking, "What? What is it?!," as I ripped the pillow away from him. In my moment of panic, I somehow saw the cotton filled pillow as a threat. Finally Jordan said,

"I....thought...I thought I had a....um....um....I thought I was holding a glass in my hand."
uh....whaaaat? "A glass?"
"Yeah, like a glass of water...or something..."
"Why did you sound so distressed?"
"Well, it isn't a glass...I can't think of the word."
Then he moved to our love seat and fell asleep again.

What just happened?

So there you have it. Jordan is 6'2'' and muscly, but if you give him a glass of water to hold he will cry like a baby. I would love, LOVE to get a sneak peak into his dreams. If the scariest thing in them is a threatening glass of water, I would feel pretty safe.

p.s. while I am on the subject of Jordan half-awake-half-dreaming speeches, here is a little stroll down memory lane from when we were very newly weds

2010 in review

Goodbye, 201o! Thank you for

1) two more sweet nieces
2) my MSW graduation
3) visits to our family and various road trips
4) two months of NO SCHOOL AND NO WORK for me
5) a salaried paid (right term?) job
6) Jordan's PA school acceptance
7) all the fun in general

It was a fantastic year! I was a little sad to see it go...partially because I think 2011 or "twenty-eleven" sounds stupid. I don't really like the number 11. I know I'm weird. Deal with it.

My new years resolutions are to continue reading scriptures on a daily basis (we were able to do that in 2010! Woohoo!), to put more effort into my appearance (I usually sleep in until 20 minutes before I need to leave for work, and then I feel frumpy all day), and to try to be more social. I've been in Tulsa for a year and a half and I have a lot less friends than I thought I would have at this point. Time to actually do something about it! I also want to put more effort into talking to my friends from back home and college, so watch out- you'll hear from me!

I was going to make proof reading my blog entries before I publish them a resolution but that was one last year and I obviously did not accomplish it. I don't know why, but I hate hate hate going back and reading through my posts. So I have decided just to embrace the typos. Blah.

Happy New Year!!

These are our confessions.

So we were running pretty low on TP on Christmas Eve (Friday), but we were so busy getting ready that we never got around to going to the store to restock. Then Christmas came (Saturday) and we spent the majority of the day at Jordan's parent's house and his grandparent's house, so there was no chance of buying some then. Then came Sunday. Completely out of TP, the roll was scraped clean. We had to go for the back up paper towel method (shudder).

Then at church while we were leaving to go home, Jordan went into the bathroom to give his hands their routine post-nursery scrub down. When he came out and starting walking toward the exit, he quiety said to me:

"I got us some TP".

"What?? From the bathroom?"

"yeah."

"You stole a roll?"

"No, just lots."

Jordan had filled his pockets with long strands of TP from church. It saved us yesterday. Judge all you want, but desperate times call for desperate measures. And having said that, I am now off to buy TP so this never has to happen again!

"...and these shoes are just her siiiize..."

What was one of the presents Jordan got me for Christmas?

CHRISTMAS SHOES!
How ironically appropriate.

Merry Christmas

From our cheesy wardrobe to your own.

Tulsa Christmas

Welcome to our Christmas apartment!

Our kitchen:
Our Dining Room:

Our single bathroom decoration: (Thanks, Charity!)

"You'll shoot your eye out, kid."

And now our living room:

Like the totally visible scotch tape? Nice touchOur bookshelf:

Our wall shelves

Our baby tree (and out loot!)

Our tree is very random, just the way I like it. I've never been a fan of themed, matchy matchy tree ornaments. I find them impersonal and they remind me of department stores. I prefer mine to have Elvis decorations, an ugly bear ornament from 20+ years ago, homemade popsicle stick ornaments from my nephew, etc.

Santa must be a Sooner fan! (Thanks, Alice)

It's really weird not to be in Washington for Christmas this year. I miss Seattle at Christmas time. Tulsa does not seem to try to decorate much. :(