Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Summer Vacation

Well, I'm all done working until the baby comes! (There is a slight chance I might work for a week or so right before she comes, but I'm waiting to see how I feel then.) I finished working as a preschool teacher back in April, I was a nanny for a little bit and that finished, and since then I've been working as a school crossing guard. Not that I don't take this job seriously- I do- but being a crossing guard for summer school has been a bit of a joke. Summer school at the elementary school I cross for lasted through the month of June and I think for that entire time I crossed and grand total of (drum roll please...) one child who was actually attending summer school! I crossed some neighbor kids a few times and they always asked me why I was still there. Yesterday I crossed a few older school-age girls and when they asked why I was there I told them it was because of summer school. They told me they were pretty sure nobody in their neighborhood was taking summer school. I told them I was pretty sure they were right. But no complaints. I have enjoyed sitting outdoors in my camping chair in a bright yellow vest in the mornings and reading the Little House books. I also occasionally crossed adults, but usually the adults who came through my area were joggers/ runners and they had sprinted across the street before I had a chance to ask if they needed to cross. No biggie. They are pretty good at watching for cars and not getting hit. So, mostly it has been a very low-key job (great for me and my oh-so-pregnant belly these days). However, there have been at least four (mildly) exciting things have happened while I've been on the job.

1. A bird used the crosswalk. Birds fly over that street all the time, but this bird flew down really close and flew right above the crosswalk. I wish I would have known. I would have held up my little stop sign for it. But it made it across okay.

2. I was tormented by a wasp. The little jerk thought he was real funny teasing me one day when I was trying to put away my little key that turns on and off the flashing school zone lights. All I had to do was turn off the last light and lock the key in its box and then I could go home. I think the wasp knew that. Right as I would finally think it had disappeared somewhere it would show up and buzz around the place where I needed to finish things up. I must have stood there waiting out that wasp for ten minutes. Finally, out of desperation, I said a quick prayer and asked for Heavenly Father's help. After the prayer I felt prompted to throw a rock at the wasp. I'll admit I hesitated a minute to do it. There were some Mexican guys who work at the ranch right next to where the flashing lights are who were just standing there watching me, which made me feel even more dumb. But I decided I'd said my prayer and so I'd better follow through, so I threw a rock at the wasp. I don't think I hit it (I don't really know), but I never saw it again. I finally turned off the flashing lights and locked up the key and went home.

3. A cop came to patrol the area one day. This was great. People speed through my traffic-cone-adorned, school-zone-lights-flashing, me-in-my-yellow-vest-and-stop-sign area all day without a thought that there might actually be a child around that they could hit. (Lucky for them there aren't really any kids around, but they don't know that.) I'm always pretty ashamed of the way people drive through that school zone. But, let's face it, there isn't exactly a whole lot I can do about it. When I was trained, my supervisor told me to not worry about it, but if cars ever sped through really fast, to go ahead and write down their information (license plate number, description of car, description of driver, etc.). Then I could call her with the information and she would pass it on to her supervisor (a cop) who would either write the person a nasty note or show up at their door and give them a little scare. This sounds like a fairly reasonable idea, except I'm still curious as to whether or not she was kidding when she told me this. Have you ever tried to write down that much information about a car that went speeding past you? By the time you think to yourself, "Hey, that car is going way too fast!" there is hardly time to see the license plate number, let alone get something out to write it down on. So mostly I just shook my head at the cars that sped through. But having the cop there was great. I think she pulled over three cars while I was there that day. There were plenty of other people speeding through that she could have pulled over, but you can't exactly make people wait while you go to pull over another car. Anyway, it was rewarding to watch after seeing so many people not take my flashing lights seriously.

4. Somebody totally drove over my traffic cones! This happened today and boy was I wishing that cop had been there to pull the person over. Little jerk. I had to walk out into the middle of the road and set them back up. And now there is a tire mark on one of my beautiful orange cones. How disgraceful.

Since today is the last day of June and summer school is over, I now get to just hang out and do pretty much whatever needs to be done/ whatever I feel like doing until the baby comes. I'm pretty sure this is going to be the least-stressful time for the rest of my life. I'm gonna try and enjoy it.

Thursday, June 25, 2009

A Very Happy (albeit wet) Birthday

Here's an overview of my birthday this past Saturday:

Yummy candy bar from Bryan with hand-decorated wrapping paper.

Yay! My mom made a bag for the parachute so now it doesn't have to live in a garbage bag. Thanks Mom!

Bryan also got me "Farmer Boy" so we now have the complete Little House on the Prairie series. I'm reading it now. :)

Amanda and Kegan (our friends and across-the-stairwell neighbors). Kudos to Kegan for not making anyone cry this year.

Whitney and Spencer

George (the duck pinata), Bryan, and Me
(Notice Bryan's cool new shirt that he got for reading three books for the summer reading program at the library! I have one now too, but I got it in a size small to wear after the baby is born, so I can't wear it yet.)

Allen, Cameo, Audra, and Jonathan

My adorable little nephew

Musical chairs

Musical chairs toward the end
(Spencer won)

The Parachute!
It was thunderstorming and pouring down rain all day which made me sad since I had planned to have the party outside on the lawn, but the rain did clear up long enough for us to go play with the parachute. Sorry to those of you who ended up with wet bums from the soaking wet grass.

Spencer, Rishard, and Bryan
(After us girls took a picture together, Spencer insisted on taking a man picture.)

Emily, me, and Whitney
I love these girls. We were all roommates when we were single. I miss getting to hang out with them all the time like we used to back then.
Also, thanks Mom! These are the shirts I got with the maternity top money you sent me for my birthday!

Chris (my brother-in-law) hitting what's left of George the Duck Pinata
(Sorry, these pictures are really out of order.)

Thanks everybody for celebrating my 23rd birthday with me! I had so much fun! It was so good to see all of you and enjoy some cake and ice cream together!

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Here's to Brad

I wrote this yesterday on my writing blog.

Writing Through My Tears

It's hard to write anything very witty when I'm sad inside. Today was a good day, full of moving furniture out and moving furniture back in as they replaced the carpets in our entire apartment. So most of my physical activity for the day was consumed in preparing for that, waiting, and then putting things back in their place again. But my mind has been on my friend.

I had a dear friend pass away today. His name was Bradley, but mostly I just called him Brad. So did everybody else. I wasn't his best friend. We were close friends, but I'm sure he had a lot of friends closer than me. Brad probably had hundreds of friends.

I first remember meeting Brad when he showed up at auditions for Peter Pan when he was a freshman in high school. I was a junior then. Brad's older sister Kristin was a friend of mine and my older brother, so we were cheering for Brad to do well in auditions. Brad scored a lead role as John and was fantastic at it. I was a lost boy and so was Malcolm, a mutual friend of me and Brad. So, naturally, we became friends.

I know it sounds cheesy to say and if I didn't know Brad I probably wouldn't really believe it, but Brad was one of those people you don't find very often in life. He was never mean to anybody. He was always sweet and nice. If I had been two years younger I would have had a major crush on him, but I was two years older than him and I didn't. Still, there was something addicting to being around Brad. He was just always so genuinely positive. Sure, we'd share in our beefs about life and things going on, but he was just always so much above gossiping and griping about every little thing.

Brad was fun to play with, too. Being with Brad was like being seven years old all the time, not because he was immature, but because he was so pure of heart. He was always so full of laughter and good listening and some of the most fun scheming I've ever known. I always felt comfortable around Brad. I think everybody did. I think that's because Brad felt comfortable around Brad. Gosh, I miss him.

I'm not really sure why, but for some reason today I keep thinking about my senior prom. Brad was my date. It wasn't anything romantic. Like I said before, I never had a crush on Brad and I'm sure he never had a crush on me. I wasn't dating anyone during the time of senior prom and I wanted to go with all of my friends, but nobody had asked me. I didn't mind asking a guy to be my date, but I didn't want to feel awkward all night. So, I asked Brad. I guess he couldn't really say no anyway. After all, he turned out to be one of the only two sophomores that got asked to the junior/ senior prom that year. (As I recall, the other one was his best friend. Lucky Brad. I guess he deserved good things to happen to him though.) Brad and I had a blast that night. We laughed secretly together at the other couples who were really into being romantic. And I think I remember playing hide and seek or something. I don't know. I just remember having a lot of fun.

Brad was diagnosed with cancer a while back. I'm not as good at remembering the details as I should be, but as I recall he went through chemo for a while and got better. That was since I came away to college and I didn't see him much then. I think the last time I remember seeing Brad I was standing on the roof of the old garage at my parents' house, tearing away shingles. Brad came to visit and say hello. I remember looking down at him from the roof. I think I will always remember looking down at him from the roof. Perhaps Brad is looking down on me and his hundreds of other friends and his family now from the garage roof in heaven. That would be so like Brad, to volunteer to help tear off old shingles. Anyway, Brad was doing better for a while. As far as I remember he was doing pretty well when he came to visit me that day when I was on the roof. But for the past while his health had been going downhill. I worried for him and thought about him a lot. I wondered how long he would live, but was ashamed to say so. Then, this morning he passed away.

It sounds cliche, but I know he's in a better place. Not that he didn't want to be here. Brad loved life and everybody in it. I guess that's why I don't worry about him. I'm sure he'll fit in so well in heaven. I just miss him is all. No doubt everybody who ever knew Brad is missing him right now. He deserves to be missed. Brad is worth thinking about all day and missing and crying over. He was so good.

I think, like many, I wish I could have said goodbye. I wish I could have hugged him and laughed with him and watched him be silly one last time. On the other hand, I have no idea how I could have ever said goodbye to Brad. How do you say goodbye to a friend who is dying? What do you say? I certainly have no idea. And so things go the way they go. But I think I'll always miss him. And rightly so.

Friday, June 19, 2009

"I am almost twenty three, confused with all the lines in between."

I wish I knew who sang that so I could give her proper citation. All I know is that it is one of my favorites from a collection I like to refer to as "Marae music." I will offer a guess though; Missy Higgins? The Weepies? I really don't know. Hopefully Marae will leave a comment with the right artist. Anyway, it's a very pretty song. And I wish Marae were here right now singing it and playing it on her guitar so that I could rest my chin on her knee. The Romans can have their Golden Age. I will always bask in the memories of the Brawns Era. Anyway...

My birthday is tomorrow! Yay! I have always loved my birthday. I know some people don't like to celebrate their birthday or don't want people to know how old they are or something. Maybe I'll get like that when I'm 30 or something (that is way too many apples to draw on a tree!), but for now I am still in love with my birthday and having birthday parties. I can't remember a year when I didn't have a birthday party with lots of friends. And I can't remember a year when we didn't play with the parachute.

"The Parachute" is a large white and orange parachute with the strings cut off. If I remember correctly from what I was told, my mom purchased it at an army surplus store a long time ago. We just play with it like you would any other parachute- have everyone hold an edge and pull it up and down at the same time, pull it up high and then hide underneath it, bounce balls and balloons on it, play shark attack. There is one game, however, that is not quite as pleasant. In fact, it is a little dangerous. I don't remember when this game was introduced, but it had to have been sometime in middle school or high school when I started inviting boys to my birthday parties. Let's see if I can describe it.

The parachute is laid out flat on the ground. One person sits in the middle with their back straight up, perpendicular to the ground. Their knees are pulled in close and, most importantly, they need to hold their arms up in front of their neck, with their elbows pointing to the ground. Then, very carefully, everyone else picks up an edge and walks very slowly in the same direction around the person until the person is twisted up in the parachute. Once the person is twisted up, everyone else holding on to the edges will be very close to the person in the middle. Then, somebody counts it off- "one, two, three, pull!"- and all at once everybody holding on to the edges runs backwards (away from the person in the middle) as fast as they can. This will cause the person in the middle to spin around uncontrolably.

Let me just say that it sounds a little fun-it always sounds REALLY fun to the boys- but it's really not. It just kind of hurts. And it especially hurts if you're a dummy and you don't believe me about the importance of holding your arms up by your neck because then you run the risk (and it's a pretty high risk at that- it almost always happens) of having the parachute twisted up around your neck. And that hurts a lot.

I always tell myself each year that we're not going to play that game, but inevitably some boy who was at the birthday party on a previous year remembers the game and suggests it and wants to play it. Sigh. We shall see. I think my favorite parachute activity is still just billowing it up like a mushroom and then hiding underneath it. I don't think that will ever lose its magic.

I also love my birthday parties for another reason. I have almost always had friends from different social circles- church, school, etc.- and birthday parties are like one big yearly friend reunion. I think sometimes my friends would prefer that I only invite people they know to my birthday parties, but I love having all the people I enjoy laughing with there at the same time. It's so fun to be surrounded by friends.

And it's so fun to eat cake and ice cream! Yay! Hooray for my birthday tomorrow!

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Another Baby Question

Once again, after reading my friend Nancy's blog I have a baby question for you all. I'm sure I could find some random list online or in my pregnancy book or from the doctor, but why not ask you? I'd much rather hear your good advice and opinions and I'm sure you'll mention things and give me wonderful advice that I wouldn't find in a book. So, here's the new baby question:

What should I pack in my hospital bag?
(i.e. the bag that we'll have ready for when I go into labor and we need to head off to the hospital in a hurry)

This may sound stupid, but do I need to bring our own diapers and wipes and baby clothes and bottles in case we have problems breastfeeding, etc. etc.? Oh how naive I am!

Please shower me with your advice and opinions. I always appreciate them so much! Thank you!

Monday, June 15, 2009

What I'm Reading

When I look at the rest of your blogs I find your book lists to be much more intellectual-sounding. But there's no use in trying to pretend to be something I'm not (an intellectual reader, that is). I love children's novels, especially when they come in a series.

The Provo City Library adult summer reading program has started again and Bryan and I joined up. We had such a fun experience with it last summer that we thought we'd do it again. Last summer I read the whole Chronicles of Narnia series. I remember starting The Magician's Nephew once when I was young, but I was very confused by the time I got to the wood between the worlds and, as I recall, I set the book aside and never picked it back up again. So last summer I finally picked it back up and read through the whole series. I loved it! I don't love reading, but I do love a good story. I think children's novels are good for me because it doesn't take long to get through a book and the stories are always great.

This summer I've started reading the Little House series by Laura Ingalls Wilder. I've already read Little House in the Big Woods and Little House on the Prairie. I'm now into On the Banks of Plum Creek and I'm almost done with it. Unlike the Narnia books, I have read all of the Little House books before. Well, sort of. I remember my mom reading them to me before bed time when I was little. But it's been a long time and I only have a few memories of the stories and since I bought the whole series for pretty cheap last summer I thought I'd read them again. So far I'm really enjoying it.

As a little girl I think I just loved the stories for what they were, but as a young adult and a new expecting mother I find myself bouncing back and forth between being able to relate to Laura and her mother. I'm simply amazed at all the work this family did. I can't get out of my head all the work the entire process was just to make cheese (Little House in the Big Woods)! But I'm even more impressed at how, although our work has changed, people are still basically the same. I think that's good. I think it just goes to show that technology doesn't make men different, it just makes their work different.

That's all I really have to say about it for now. I'll let you know about other great finds I have while I read about the good ol' days.

Sunday, June 14, 2009

My Husband is Not an American

Bryan knocks his fists together like he's doing the hand jive...

Me: "Are you doing the hand jive?"

Bryan: "What's the hand jive? Is it a girl's camp thing?"

Me: "No, it's from Grease."

Bryan: "The country?"

Saturday, June 13, 2009


If you want to read about how farmer's market went today, click here. Allow me to spark your interest by saying that a branch the size of a car fell about 5 feet away from us. Yikes!

Provo Farmer's Market

Bryan and me in front of our booth. Notice all that yummy granola next to us!

Here's a picture of our booth from a couple of weeks ago. From left to right you can see: my sister Kendra standing in front of her handmade books, my friend Jenny's great baby things, and some misc. things I made (as well as a few things my friends Todd and Rachel made, but they're done with farmer's market now). And of course all of my great Sammy Jaybird onesies across the front. Yay!

Well, I'm making this post late Friday night instead of early Saturday morning like I usually do because farmer's market starts earlier now that it's main season and it takes a while to get going in the mornings when I spend time making posts and things. Anyway, hooray for farmer's market this week!

Here's some brief info:

Provo Farmer's Market

Where: 500 West 100 South Provo UT 84601 (That's Pioneer Park, for those of you who know where that is)

When: Saturdays 9:00 a.m.- 2:00 p.m. (June- October)

What: Produce, arts & crafts, live music, food and special events.

I'll be there selling Great Granola! in our three delicious flavors- raisin, cranberry, and blueberry- as well as great Sammy Jaybird onesies and hairclips! I've got some fun new designs you're going to love!

Thursday, June 11, 2009

28 Weeks

Well, here I am at 28 weeks pregnant! I'm not sure what else to say about it since you can see for yourself. Anyway, how is pregnancy going? It's still going really well. I might not be quite as chipper about it if you asked me that at bed time when my body is sore and I'm hungry, but I just brushed my teeth so I don't really want to eat anything. Or at 3:00am when I wake up to go to the bathroom. But overall things are going really well. I just saw the doctor last week and he said that everything looks normal, which is great! I did, however, have a blood test to test for gestational diabetes. I came up negative for that (whew!), but I did come up as being slightly anemic. Basically that means I need to start eating something besides cereal and cookies all the time. I guess I wasn't completely shocked when they called me with that result. But now that I know I'm trying harder to eat real food. Last night Bryan even cooked chicken! Yum. I haven't really had any desire to cook meat since I first got pregnant, so I haven't cooked as many meals as I should, but I really love roast beef just cooked all day in the crock pot, so I think I'll do that in the next few days. Hopefully I'll be able to find a big roast so we can have left overs for a long time. And hopefully there are no weavels (I have no idea how to spell that) in our potato flakes.

Our baby girl seems to be doing well, too. When I was driving home just now it felt like she had the urge to use my insides as a punching bag for a minute. It didn't hurt, so I guess it's an okay activity for her to do, but I hope she doesn't continue to punch and kick me in the stomach once she's born. I guess I'll have to teach her some manners. Bryan has tried telling her in a very fatherly voice to be nice to me, but so far she doesn't seem to be listening. Hopefully this isn't a precursor of years to come. Haha! A daughter of mine? Of course she'll be a pill! Maybe we'll get lucky and she'll be nice like Bryan.

In other baby news, I think the baby's room is ready for her. Well, it was ready for her before, but last night I cleared out the rest of the fabric and extra stuff from there so I can get to it while she's taking naps and stuff. If you want to read more about my cleaning last night, you can read my writing-every-day-blog by clicking here. We have a lot of the baby stuff we need, but certainly not all of it, so I'm happy that I now have almost a whole empty closet in her room to fill with the rest of the baby things we still need. Speaking of baby stuff we need, thanks again to everyone who commented on my post about baby stuff a while back. It really helped me out a lot! And I think there were a couple of other expecting moms who read it that told me they appreciated your comments too, so, thanks! All of your comments on that post also really helped me when I went to register for baby stuff a few days later. On one hand it helped a lot to hear all of your opinions and great advice about baby stuff so I could register for good quality things, and on the other hand it helped to know that people have different preferences and that there isn't necessarily one "right" car seat (or brand of diapers, or stroller, or pacifier, or whatever) and that made me feel a little better when I felt like an idiot walking around Babies 'R Us for three hours thinking, "I have no idea what to register for! I've never had a baby!"

So back to what I was saying about being more ready for the baby. Her room is pretty much a Baby Stuff Only zone now except for the iron and ironing board, which I might move somewhere else too. We're also storing farmer's market stuff in there right now, but we'll be done with that when the baby comes, so it's not like it's permanently being stored in there.

I think I'm also getting more and more ready for her to come emotionally. 99.9% of the time I'm just really excited to have our baby girl here and be a mom, but there are those times when I get totally freaked out. Sometimes I wonder if when she comes I'll know how to keep an infant alive and happy. Yikes! I take a lot of comfort in knowing that there will be a bunch of nurses and other nice people at the hospital to help me learn how to nurse and all of that kind of stuff. I am also very comforted by the fact that I will be delivering her in a hospital because that means there will be plenty of people around who know how to keep a baby alive in case anything does go wrong. I'm admittedly a little freaked about labor as well, but not as much as I have been the rest of my life up to this point, so I'm taking that as a good sign and planning to just go with the flow when it happens since I've never done it before and there's not a whole lot I can do to prepare for it except read. Bryan and I are signing up for a birth class, though. I think that'll be good for us. We have no idea what we're doing. Haha.

Okay, well, I hope this has satisfied those of you who have been eager for an updated pregnancy picture and news on how the pregnancy is going. If there's anything else you'd like to know, feel free to ask. Have a good day!

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

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Monday, June 8, 2009

Goals are Good

I think sometimes goals stress me out. When I've got too much on my plate, for instance, I sometimes hate to make goals because I'm afraid I'm just going to feel like I can't get anything done if I ever fall behind or miss a day on a goal. But since right now there isn't a whole lot going on in my life, I thought I'd make a few goals.

Goal #1: Take treats to everyone in the ward at some point by the end of December.
I'm still feeling a little chicken about this one, actually, but I think it'll be good for me. I love to be social and I love having lots of friends around and knowing people and knowing what's going on in their lives and all of those good things. It's hard to be a good friend when you don't really know people well and I like to be a good friend. I think I did a little better at this before I got married and I was living in a singles ward because single people are much easier to meet up with; you only need to see one at a time! Married people, on the other hand, come in pairs and that makes it take a little longer to get to know them sometimes. Anyway, the point I'm getting to is that I've lived in my ward for a year and a half now and I still don't know the names of some of the people who have been here the entire time. Make one big mark in the lame category for me, I guess. Anyway, I think taking treats to people will not only give me a reason to look them up on the ward directory and see their name, but hopefully it'll give me a chance to chat with them and start to be friends a little bit. Wish me luck. And if you're in the ward and you're reading this and I bring you treats, please don't feel like a check mark on my list or a project or something. I really want to learn your name and get to know you. :)

Goal #2: Write every day for a year.
I love to write. I have always loved to write. What can I say? My mother is an English Lit. teacher and she was in college for it when I was little and was teaching it at my high school by the time I was a freshman and I've just plain grown up living and breathing delectable, mouth-watering literature. (Let's not make it all sound like a dream though. I've read some pretty terrible stuff as a result of being my mother's daughter too. I have not yet forgiven you, Mom, for making me type up all those freshman poems when I was a T.A. for you during your prep period. One can only take so many terrible poems about kittens and boyfriends that probably won't last a month.) Anyway, I like to write, but I don't have very many occasions to now that I'm done with school and I'm working as a crossing guard and being a housewife (who only sometimes actually does any housework). So, in order to make this goal a little more rewarding, I've started a writing journal blog for myself. You can visit it here. I just started today. It might end up being a poem every day or I might write little essays or something. I'm leaving it open to whatever I feel like, so long as it's requires a little thinking on my part instead of just rattling things off like I do on here. Hopefully the things I write there will be a little higher quality and more polished. Hopefully.

Well, I guess by "a few goals" I mean two. Anyway, that's about it.

Saturday, June 6, 2009

Main Season Starts Today!

Here's some brief info:

Provo Farmer's Market

Where: 500 West 100 South Provo UT 84601 (That's Pioneer Park, for those of you who know where that is)

When: Saturdays 9:00 a.m.- 2:00 p.m. (June- October)

What: Produce, arts & crafts, live music, food and special events.

I'll be there selling Great Granola! in our three delicious flavors- raisin, cranberry, and blueberry- as well as great Sammy Jaybird onesies and hairclips! I've got some fun new designs you're going to love! My sister Kendra is also selling some awesome handmade books that will knock your socks off. See you there!

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Things that have sounded good to eat within the last five minutes

-the last snicker doodle sitting on the counter
-peanut M&M's
-cherry pie
-making another batch of snicker doodles so I can eat more than just the one sitting on the counter

Maybe there's a baby inside me.
Or maybe I eat too much junk food.

(Don't worry, Bryan. I haven't actually eaten any of those things... yet.)