BIG CHANGES

Day 14: A picture of you last year - how have you changed?




Well one thing is very obvious, I am no longer pregnant! YAY! This was taken around June 18th, 2010. I was 35 weeks pregnant here and due July 22nd. I ended up having Sy on July 14th, (same day as his older sister) and here we are a year later.

A lot has changed both physically, emotionally and mentally. But for the most part I am reasonably happy.

Bucket List...Sort Of...

Day 13: Goals

My goals used to be HUGE and out of this world, ones that would seem unattainable. But then one day I was brought back down to earth when I had children. Now, well now my goals are simple. The basics that normal people would hope for. So here they are, in no particular order.

1. Own a house.
2. Raise my children to be good, healthy, open-minded people.
3. Run a marathon.
4. Be honestly happy. (This one is a never ending work in progress)

That is it, rather long list huh? I really just wanted to be basic in my life. I figured those were ones that I could actually do one day.

Never alone...

Day 12: Something you don't leave the house without.

I realized I have not done one of these in a long since I started doing so much with my cakes. So I thought what a great time to do it while a cake is in the oven and then needs to cool for a long time before I can slather on the ganache.

So before I got married and had babies I would have to say that I never left my house without my wallet or purse. (Never really was a purse kind of girl)

But then I got married and popped out two children. (Well more like the doctor pulled them out, since I had c-sections) So now, save one or two times, I never leave my house without one of my children. It usually ends up being the most grumpy child of them, requested by my lovely husband. Because taking a grumpy child to a store is so much easier them letting them stay at home. :)

So there you have it, hopefully I will catch up soon enough.

T.V. Time

Day 11: Favorite tv shows.

Currently I don't own a television. I know, I know, this day and age it is strange. But it is true, the only tv I watch is online via either hulu.com or netflix.com.

So my current loved shows on hulu are:

Modern Family
Biggest Loser
Cougar Town
The Daily Show
Colbert Report

Netflix:

The First 48
Cake Boss
Law and Order SVU

Nothing too exciting, but there they are.

“The key to change... is to let go of fear."

Day 10: Something you're afraid of.

I think to be honest, I am afraid of a lot of different things. But I think there are different levels of fear. For instance I have a fear of clowns, but I think it is just a creepy fear. Fear of sharks, I find them amazing creatures, but never in my life would I ever want to come into contact with them.

But my biggest, most over whelming, and horrific fear is: bathophobia.

Now it might sound like I am afraid of the bath. But the actual fear if falling from a high place, more or so to my death. Now this isn't just some fear, it literally debilitates me. I can't think straight, I feel sick, I feel helpless, weak. I get to a certain point height wise and all bets are off. I am scared beyond straight.

Now if I am in a tall building and look down, but know there is a protective shield that is keeping me safe...totally find.

Roller coasters, no way.
Sky diving, um I would probably pass out mid air.

Anything along those lines is a no way, next type situation. Honestly even thinking about it makes me sick to my stomach. I think the main reason it is so scary to me is because I feel like while falling you can actually think about your death coming. You know it is going to happen, just a matter of time. And that time is what frightens me the most about it.

So there, now you know the one secret to get me to say anything. ;)

What is a friend? A single soul dwelling in two bodies. ~Aristotle

Day 9: A favorite picture of your best friend.

I have two best friends really. I mean the generic answer is alway the spouse. Well yes, Jon is my best friend. But I do have another best friend that also means a lot to me. She is family, but still another best friend. So here is first, my husband Jon:



Okay so it says favorite picture of your best friend, so ignore the crazy eyed lady sitting next to him. This picture was taken on our anniversary. (Don't ask which one, 'cause I really don't remember) Jon and I fit each other so perfectly. We have our moments and fights over things, but we never seem to be able to hold on to the grudge or fight for very long. I guess it just doesn't seem worth it. He is so intelligent and I am so thankful for him. We are just so good for each other in so many ways.

Love you Jon!

Secondly, my other best friend. Kind of feels only right to have a male and a female right? So here is my other best friend, Kelli:



I love this picture of her because she is just so fun and looks so happy here. Kelli and I are called "soul mates" by my parents. We really were meant to be very close friends I think. She is so much fun and I adore her wonderful sense of humor. She is so smart and is currently going to school for sociology. Every day she impresses me with her abilities and urges me to go outside of my box.

Love you Kel!

New York, New York, New York!

Day 8: A place you've traveled to.

Can you guess where I have gone? Back in 2001 I traveled all the way to New York state. I had the best time there ever! I went in August, so fortunately for me I was able to see the Twin Towers prior to their collapse. I went all over, saw amazing things, beautiful buildings, shops of all classes. Ate at street vendors, visited wonderful restaurants, and danced until my feet were black and blue. It was one of my finest trips EVER.

However, getting there was a WHOLE different event. I was supposed to fly from Spokane to Seattle, and then straight from Seattle to Leguardia Airport in New York arriving somewhere around 6pm . Well the first round of flights was okay, I was suppose to leave at 7am, but for reasons unknown to me, we left at 9:30. Waiting around in the Spokane Airport for over 30 minutes is more than just boring. I get to Seattle, and find out that the airline I am flying with is actually new to domestic flights. In order to fly with them I had to find the International gate. But you see Seattle Airport was currently being worked on, so I was lost. 45 minutes later I was able to find a tunnel that would transfer me to International flights.

After fighting my way to the gate, since I was thinking we were boarding soon, I was informed over the loud speaker that my flight was again delayed for unknown reasons. 2 hours or so later we finally started boarding our plane. I was ready for the long ride to New York and was happy as a clam. Now here I was 20 years old and heading to a state I have never been to, all by myself. (I had my boyfriend meeting me there, he was flying from Chicago to New York after a visit to his dad's.)

When for some reason the pilot proclaimed that we were no longer heading to New York. We were heading to Midway Airport in Chicago, with no explanation. Here I was in Chicago all alone in one of the most dirty, nasty, filthy airports I have ever been in. We all waited in line to receive instructions from the ticket counter, and it was my turn. "I am sorry miss, but the flights to New York at all booked up. We can put you up in the local motel and you can catch a flight out 10am tomorrow morning." That wasn't going to work. I had a hair appointment at the famous Frederic Fekkai salon on Madison Avenue. I started out being nice to the man behind the desk, it wasn't really his fault. But then you see, he became rude. So in turn I became rude, and for those of you that know me...well I ended up "winning".

I was on the next flight to Newark, New Jersey, (Wait that wasn't where I was going right?) close enough. I was informed that I could get a ride with all the other passengers on a buss the airline was providing. I was also given coupons for the "cafeteria". So I went and grabbed some food and asked the lady where the gate was. She informed me that it was at the other side of the airport and I was boarding in 5 minutes. So I took off, running as fast as my little legs would carry me. Only to get there and find out I was delayed around 45 minutes. I sat with other angry passengers.

So we end up in Newark New Jersey, and there is no one waiting for us like they claimed there would be. So we tracked down a Delta employee and asked for help. Well we all ended up having to get taxi's and we were given vouchers to give to our taxi drivers fortunately. After a long ride to New York I finally ended up at Leguardia Airport at 2am. Lost luggage and all I headed to White Plains with my boyfriend and close friend. Two mornings later I received my luggage in the morning. I loved New York, but not the trip there.


The End