My brain is wired to remember quotes, phrases, scenes from movies/tv shows and so on. I have had issues with Math and Science however I remember driving directions by sights and feelings, I can remember a phone number or address after hearing it once. So you can imagine what it must be like for my neurons and however the heck all that works.
Growing up we read lots of books and listened to lots of songs, all that remain dear to my heart. Some of which I have remembered two or three specific phrases more than others and morphed them into one to suit my short term memory. We had great vacations growing up as well, and I remember no matter what the vacation was I was always excited to be back home. Home. A place I long to be, somewhere that has transformed over my years and now is more of a who than a what, as far as the people in my life that make me feel home, we just so happen to be blessed actually have a where too.
So tonight after a long 48 hours away from, I get to return to my Home. Of course I am thrilled to see my husband and he happened to have a delicious dinner ready to consume the second I walked through the door. But to be greeted by my dogs makes me feel home too. Their sweetness surrounds me and tails wagging, jumping bodies of excitement, I can tell that they missed me by their extra energy and they are happy to have both of us home. All the dog hair, muddy feet, and crazy energy is worth it because they are a part of our family, a part of my home.
Winter
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Work conference....
So Monday I started leading my 'Choices' group for some teenagers our organization has worked with in one form or another over the past few months. We wanted to bring a few of them together to give them a chance to connect with other kids that may have gone through similar things. There was weeks of prep time, finding good readings, activities, and getting everything 'approved' by my supervisor, etc. and on the way to group I called Matt (feeling a little nervous I guess) and said 'what if only two kids show up?' (instead of the 7 we had signed up for the course). Matt instantly said 'well, two is a group, so you'll be fine'. Very sweet, very supportive and always appreciated. I agreed with Matt and continued on to lead the class. I had the lovely help of another co-worker and a good friend and guess what? All 7 kids showed up! We will have five more meetings on the next five Mondays. So very happy the first meeting went well and even though it was tiring, I think it will be a valuable course for the kiddos and for us.
Next day Tuesday was busy with meetings all day and by 5:30 myself and four other co-workers were all on the road headed to a small town a few hours away for a work conference. I have been to conferences like this before but I will say the information presented here was very valuable and I am glad I came. We of course were given two nights at a hotel and $30 per person per day with food (which we never even used that full amount due to other food being available through the conference).
The hotel was... pretty gross. Now I am aware that I am already a weirdo when it comes to hotels (or am I completely normal and everyone else is weird about it?) We all drove up in a company car and I was the only one that sat with a pillow in their laps and that is where the questions started. Why did you bring your own pillow? And then of course I mentioned that the second I enter a hotel room I throw the comforter on the floor, then we talk about Dateline episodes and black lights... then I even told them that I put towels down across the bathroom floor and do my very best not to touch the tile barefoot. This is when my freak flag flew and the car grew silent. "Do you have house slippers too?" Puzzled I said 'no, I just do that at hotels, I am fine at home with our germs...' This conversation made my co-worker (the only other woman that came on this trip) and she said 'do they not wash everything? i just assume they wash everything... maybe i am too trusting'. And yes I think, maybe you are. Later in the day she said one of her hotel pillows fell on the floor and she did not pick it up because of me and our germ conversation. I told her that was a good idea and I only felt bad about breaking her trust of hotel cleanliness for a second.
Here's the rundown: the lobby is large filled with games mostly broken ones that just give you false hope of playing air hockey or double shot only to find out they are permanently broken, or by the time you ask to play ping pong the front desk lady says 'it's too late, come back at 8 a.m.' lame. There was definite mold in my bathroom, a tile in the lobby had fallen down and was spread out along the carpet dew to mildew. Something started smoking in the lobby and they put out a huge fan that just blew thick smokeness back and forth. The pool looked stale and lame, but did I mention there was a water slide? Tonight we decided to spend some time at the pool, hot tub and enjoy the slide. I found a kid's football underneath my bed, because of course I look under the bed, that's normal right? The hot tub was hot and the slide was windy and freakin fast, so hilarious and ended up being really fun.
Lastly there's this; myself, the other woman and two guys we were with played lots of pool as in billards. Now I am not great, but if I take my time I can make some pretty good shots from time to time. One of the guys we were with was getting kind of heated that I kept doing so well, and so much better than him. We beat his team several times either by his partner scratching the 8 ball or I hit the last few in and won for realsy. Either way he was just dumbfounded that one let alone two 'girls' beat him. I find it hilarious and still kind of odd (even though I have been familiar with this behavior for my entire life) that he felt even more competitive about wanting to win because he was playing against women. Personally I think it's a sign of insecurity and just a lame stereotype that 'you got beat by a girl' is still a big deal for some guys. Ever since I was little I have been able to play sports naturally. I remember racing on the soccer fields in elementary school and myself and one other girl could beat the other boys and it was a great achievement for us and a horrible defeat for them, much worse than losing to a boy. So after we won that last game he said 'let's go play football so we can actually beat them at something'. We obviously did not play football, but we did that video golf game, which I find to be kind of lame and you don't need much skill to do. That said, I 'drove' my ball further than this guys several times and he again felt defeated. Should I have let him win to make him feel better about the situation? Because I don't want any guy I play to ease up on me when we play games. Clearly there are physical things this guy and lots of guys could beat me at, but that doesn't belittle the fact that I am a good athlete and can legitimately kick his butt and other guys' butts at certain games. I just think it would be nice if he could be a good sport about it and not get down about it, or blame it on luck or something else.
Another thing I have always appreciated about Matt. He has never once felt threatened by my intelligence, talents or abilities (obviously or we would not be married) but he is very supportive of pretty much anything I do but definitely encouraged me to 'kick their butts' at whatever games we play.
At the end of the trip we all had a good time and today we had the honor of receiving a presentation by four kids who have been through or are still in the foster care system. They shared their traumas and their triumphs and the fact that they are all doing so very well today. It was inspiring and I think they need more of that at these social work conferences. We know what we do isn't going to save every kid and there may always be horrible awful happenings that we won't have the chance to prevent or help, but what makes the work important is those kids that we do get to come in contact with and hopefully help "We need you to believe in us..." the 16 year old bright eyed girl who helped with the presentation.
Turns out this post is much more of a novel, my apologies, unless you've stopped reading and you didn't make it this far, then nevermind. :)
I will be home tomorrow, with my husband, and our dogs, surrounded with our own germs.... can't wait.
Next day Tuesday was busy with meetings all day and by 5:30 myself and four other co-workers were all on the road headed to a small town a few hours away for a work conference. I have been to conferences like this before but I will say the information presented here was very valuable and I am glad I came. We of course were given two nights at a hotel and $30 per person per day with food (which we never even used that full amount due to other food being available through the conference).
The hotel was... pretty gross. Now I am aware that I am already a weirdo when it comes to hotels (or am I completely normal and everyone else is weird about it?) We all drove up in a company car and I was the only one that sat with a pillow in their laps and that is where the questions started. Why did you bring your own pillow? And then of course I mentioned that the second I enter a hotel room I throw the comforter on the floor, then we talk about Dateline episodes and black lights... then I even told them that I put towels down across the bathroom floor and do my very best not to touch the tile barefoot. This is when my freak flag flew and the car grew silent. "Do you have house slippers too?" Puzzled I said 'no, I just do that at hotels, I am fine at home with our germs...' This conversation made my co-worker (the only other woman that came on this trip) and she said 'do they not wash everything? i just assume they wash everything... maybe i am too trusting'. And yes I think, maybe you are. Later in the day she said one of her hotel pillows fell on the floor and she did not pick it up because of me and our germ conversation. I told her that was a good idea and I only felt bad about breaking her trust of hotel cleanliness for a second.
Here's the rundown: the lobby is large filled with games mostly broken ones that just give you false hope of playing air hockey or double shot only to find out they are permanently broken, or by the time you ask to play ping pong the front desk lady says 'it's too late, come back at 8 a.m.' lame. There was definite mold in my bathroom, a tile in the lobby had fallen down and was spread out along the carpet dew to mildew. Something started smoking in the lobby and they put out a huge fan that just blew thick smokeness back and forth. The pool looked stale and lame, but did I mention there was a water slide? Tonight we decided to spend some time at the pool, hot tub and enjoy the slide. I found a kid's football underneath my bed, because of course I look under the bed, that's normal right? The hot tub was hot and the slide was windy and freakin fast, so hilarious and ended up being really fun.
Lastly there's this; myself, the other woman and two guys we were with played lots of pool as in billards. Now I am not great, but if I take my time I can make some pretty good shots from time to time. One of the guys we were with was getting kind of heated that I kept doing so well, and so much better than him. We beat his team several times either by his partner scratching the 8 ball or I hit the last few in and won for realsy. Either way he was just dumbfounded that one let alone two 'girls' beat him. I find it hilarious and still kind of odd (even though I have been familiar with this behavior for my entire life) that he felt even more competitive about wanting to win because he was playing against women. Personally I think it's a sign of insecurity and just a lame stereotype that 'you got beat by a girl' is still a big deal for some guys. Ever since I was little I have been able to play sports naturally. I remember racing on the soccer fields in elementary school and myself and one other girl could beat the other boys and it was a great achievement for us and a horrible defeat for them, much worse than losing to a boy. So after we won that last game he said 'let's go play football so we can actually beat them at something'. We obviously did not play football, but we did that video golf game, which I find to be kind of lame and you don't need much skill to do. That said, I 'drove' my ball further than this guys several times and he again felt defeated. Should I have let him win to make him feel better about the situation? Because I don't want any guy I play to ease up on me when we play games. Clearly there are physical things this guy and lots of guys could beat me at, but that doesn't belittle the fact that I am a good athlete and can legitimately kick his butt and other guys' butts at certain games. I just think it would be nice if he could be a good sport about it and not get down about it, or blame it on luck or something else.
Another thing I have always appreciated about Matt. He has never once felt threatened by my intelligence, talents or abilities (obviously or we would not be married) but he is very supportive of pretty much anything I do but definitely encouraged me to 'kick their butts' at whatever games we play.
At the end of the trip we all had a good time and today we had the honor of receiving a presentation by four kids who have been through or are still in the foster care system. They shared their traumas and their triumphs and the fact that they are all doing so very well today. It was inspiring and I think they need more of that at these social work conferences. We know what we do isn't going to save every kid and there may always be horrible awful happenings that we won't have the chance to prevent or help, but what makes the work important is those kids that we do get to come in contact with and hopefully help "We need you to believe in us..." the 16 year old bright eyed girl who helped with the presentation.
Turns out this post is much more of a novel, my apologies, unless you've stopped reading and you didn't make it this far, then nevermind. :)
I will be home tomorrow, with my husband, and our dogs, surrounded with our own germs.... can't wait.
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Isn't our interview tomorrow and not today?
Have you ever showed up to something early? Like... days early? It's pretty easy to forget what day of the week it is, right? But have you ever gone to a meeting (interview, party, etc.) today that was actually scheduled for not another time, but another day?!? I am ending my night with an episode from season 3 of The Office, where Micheal shows up a day early to an interview for a promotion and I find it to be HILarious.
Perhaps it's because I too, did something equally as embarrassing in middle school. One Saturday my mom drove me to my friend's house and we stood on the front porch as I rang the door bell, with my sleep over bag in hand my friend answered the door, greeted us but quickly became puzzled as to why we were there. I thought we were invited to a sleepover? My friend's mom joined us at the front door and her face turned into a mix of shock and irritation. Apparently, we were invited to a sleep over but it was not happening until NEXT Saturday, also the sleep over just happened to be a SURPRISE birthday party for my friend that both my mom and I overlooked. I am sure years later they found that to be as HILarious as my mom and I soon would.
So on to what's happenin now... my husband and I spent a good hour trying to install a ceiling fan in our guest room. The fan we put up in our bedroom took about twenty minutes from opening the box to flipping the switch. This guest bedroom fan was another story. We opened the box a week ago and had our first attempt at it then. One more try, and then tonight we were determined to finish the damn thing, sorry but there was a hint of irritation throughout the project where we kept thinking 'why is this taking so much longer than the other fan!?'
My husband powered through the irritation and I did all I could to be the best assistant ever because let's face it, I do not want to be the captain of an electrical home project, I will however be happy to hold screwdrivers, mag lights, twist ties, and wire cutters. So Matt did all of the brain power on this project and I was stationed underneath the fan for most of an hour holding it up while he connected the wires. I also ran up and down the stairs about eight times to figure out our funky system. One time the fan worked, but the light did not. Another time the closet light worked but the ceiling fan light did not. Don't worry, we eventually figured it alllllll out. After the hour or so of holding what I am going to guess is forty pounds over my head (more realistically twelve pounds) I do not believe I will be able to lift my arms above my head tomorrow, maybe not even past my belly button. After a week of darkness in the guest room, not only is it breezy and nice with the fan flowing exactly how it was intended to, but the four bright bulbs are shining like the sun.
Perhaps it's because I too, did something equally as embarrassing in middle school. One Saturday my mom drove me to my friend's house and we stood on the front porch as I rang the door bell, with my sleep over bag in hand my friend answered the door, greeted us but quickly became puzzled as to why we were there. I thought we were invited to a sleepover? My friend's mom joined us at the front door and her face turned into a mix of shock and irritation. Apparently, we were invited to a sleep over but it was not happening until NEXT Saturday, also the sleep over just happened to be a SURPRISE birthday party for my friend that both my mom and I overlooked. I am sure years later they found that to be as HILarious as my mom and I soon would.
So on to what's happenin now... my husband and I spent a good hour trying to install a ceiling fan in our guest room. The fan we put up in our bedroom took about twenty minutes from opening the box to flipping the switch. This guest bedroom fan was another story. We opened the box a week ago and had our first attempt at it then. One more try, and then tonight we were determined to finish the damn thing, sorry but there was a hint of irritation throughout the project where we kept thinking 'why is this taking so much longer than the other fan!?'
My husband powered through the irritation and I did all I could to be the best assistant ever because let's face it, I do not want to be the captain of an electrical home project, I will however be happy to hold screwdrivers, mag lights, twist ties, and wire cutters. So Matt did all of the brain power on this project and I was stationed underneath the fan for most of an hour holding it up while he connected the wires. I also ran up and down the stairs about eight times to figure out our funky system. One time the fan worked, but the light did not. Another time the closet light worked but the ceiling fan light did not. Don't worry, we eventually figured it alllllll out. After the hour or so of holding what I am going to guess is forty pounds over my head (more realistically twelve pounds) I do not believe I will be able to lift my arms above my head tomorrow, maybe not even past my belly button. After a week of darkness in the guest room, not only is it breezy and nice with the fan flowing exactly how it was intended to, but the four bright bulbs are shining like the sun.
Saturday, September 4, 2010
This weather!!
Good morning! I am thrilled to wake up to yet another beautiful, cool day that feels an awful lot like the start of Fall. Now, I wouldn't call myself a morning person, but once I am up, I'm fine (it's the actual getting out of bed thing that is a pain, especially if it happens to be cold and or dark outside). My husband on the other hand needs a little bit more time to adjust to being awake, and that is just fine. But I will say the extra cool breeze in the air has made mornings even more enjoyable around our house, nights for that matter too. Last night we went on a walk and I actually wore work out pants (instead of shorts), and then we came home and I used a blanket on the couch, I know that all sounds really simple, and it is... but it felt so cozy, and I love it!
We are off to spend some more time outside.. I just hope this weather sticks around for a while and doesn't all of a sudden get freezing out, please, mother nature... can we make that happen... thanks.
We are off to spend some more time outside.. I just hope this weather sticks around for a while and doesn't all of a sudden get freezing out, please, mother nature... can we make that happen... thanks.
Monday, August 30, 2010
I don't really want to talk about my flare...
So this past weekend was one of those weekends that was just great. Enough said, however I will in fact elaborate now.... Friday Matt had a much needed day off and we were able to grab a late lunch together, eat outside (my favorite) and then saw Toy Story 3. Has anyone else heard that grown men have cried at this movie? Neither of us cried, but I definitely got a lump in my throat at two different parts. The nostalgia of toys, stuffed animals, childhood, and the transition into adulthood was portrayed very sweetly with all the lovable characters. We got to relax at home all the rest of the day and night without any plans the following day. We slept in, ate a good breakfast, and then did a few errands for our house. We are doing a few smaller house renovations, backyard updates, painting the interior trim, etc. -another post to come on all of this. Saturday night I went to my mom's pool and swam with my sister and her son. My sister is about to give birth to her second boy and we all know things will change as they go back into baby mode and it will be great, but it was very nice too having time with just the three of us. Plus, Kestan is getting more brave every time he is at the pool, this time he thought it was so fun to just try and float on his back and of course splashing his "aunt Linds" is always fun too.
Sunday was another easy morning, good food, and our third power outage of the past few months. In the middle of a sunny gorgeous (somewhat hot) day our transformer blows and the dogs really hate that sound. We only lost power for about 2 hours but even that is a great reminder of how much we rely on power for entertainment, cold food, everything! :) It was nice, after taking the dogs for a long walk, we ended up playing with one of Matt's new phone apps (which I normally avoid) but it turned out to be hilarious and we turned into one of those crazy can't stop laugh fits, always fun. Sunday night we played two double header softball games with the new team we have joined with a few friends for a Fall league. These games were rain make up games from their summer season, but good practice for Matt and I to get back into playing. We lost horribly to both teams, but we had fun, made a few good plays, and what's better than playing a softball game on a cool summer night?
So then.. .boom! Monday rolls around, and I hate to be all "case of the Mondays" crap because I didn't have that until 5:00 tonight. My day was very productive, got lots of work done, not to mention two more rooms are nice and shiny with a new coat of trim... I got a call from my co-worker saying her client who is staying at our shelter got mad and punched a wall and they think she needs to go to the E.R. however she can't take her and the girl's mom can't take her either. Since I am on call I basically had to take her, or my co-worker could have taken her later, turns out I just took her. We spent almost three hours in the E.R. and dealt with 7, that's right 7 different people (reception, nurses, x-ray technician, and doctor). She broke her pinky finger, they knew we weren't an actual emergency so the worst part? After forty minutes of waiting a nurse would come in a say "the doctor will be here soon, he is going to numb your hand and I will go get the supplies to splint your hand"... thirty minutes later!!! She comes in with the supplies, it takes another twenty minutes for the doctor and nurse to meet up...... oh goodness, long story short, I appreciate all of those that work in an E.R. I do not envy your job and I hope to never spend a Monday night like this with you again.
Greenzo out.
Sunday was another easy morning, good food, and our third power outage of the past few months. In the middle of a sunny gorgeous (somewhat hot) day our transformer blows and the dogs really hate that sound. We only lost power for about 2 hours but even that is a great reminder of how much we rely on power for entertainment, cold food, everything! :) It was nice, after taking the dogs for a long walk, we ended up playing with one of Matt's new phone apps (which I normally avoid) but it turned out to be hilarious and we turned into one of those crazy can't stop laugh fits, always fun. Sunday night we played two double header softball games with the new team we have joined with a few friends for a Fall league. These games were rain make up games from their summer season, but good practice for Matt and I to get back into playing. We lost horribly to both teams, but we had fun, made a few good plays, and what's better than playing a softball game on a cool summer night?
So then.. .boom! Monday rolls around, and I hate to be all "case of the Mondays" crap because I didn't have that until 5:00 tonight. My day was very productive, got lots of work done, not to mention two more rooms are nice and shiny with a new coat of trim... I got a call from my co-worker saying her client who is staying at our shelter got mad and punched a wall and they think she needs to go to the E.R. however she can't take her and the girl's mom can't take her either. Since I am on call I basically had to take her, or my co-worker could have taken her later, turns out I just took her. We spent almost three hours in the E.R. and dealt with 7, that's right 7 different people (reception, nurses, x-ray technician, and doctor). She broke her pinky finger, they knew we weren't an actual emergency so the worst part? After forty minutes of waiting a nurse would come in a say "the doctor will be here soon, he is going to numb your hand and I will go get the supplies to splint your hand"... thirty minutes later!!! She comes in with the supplies, it takes another twenty minutes for the doctor and nurse to meet up...... oh goodness, long story short, I appreciate all of those that work in an E.R. I do not envy your job and I hope to never spend a Monday night like this with you again.
Greenzo out.
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Question...
Would you rather be on a bus for ten hours or a plane for 3?
Would you rather swim 500 yards or bike 3 miles?
What is the worst trip you have ever been on?
Check this, what is the best trip you have ever been on?
What is the best worst movie you have ever seen? For instance, my husband loves really good movies yet he also likes movies that I find incredibly irritating, point and case we watched The Fifth Element for five minutes today and that was about all I could take.
What's your favorite thing to eat for lunch?
What was your first job?
These are some questions to ask at your next work training or elevator ride to help with the awkward silence, you're welcome.
Would you rather swim 500 yards or bike 3 miles?
What is the worst trip you have ever been on?
Check this, what is the best trip you have ever been on?
What is the best worst movie you have ever seen? For instance, my husband loves really good movies yet he also likes movies that I find incredibly irritating, point and case we watched The Fifth Element for five minutes today and that was about all I could take.
What's your favorite thing to eat for lunch?
What was your first job?
These are some questions to ask at your next work training or elevator ride to help with the awkward silence, you're welcome.
Sunday, August 22, 2010
10 things that make me happy today...
I am going to borrow this idea for a post from my good friend Alisa. She has posted several wonderful things that bring her joy in her life from sunlight in her kitchen in the morning, to the amazing adventures of raising her baby boy. I have known for a while that gratitude is so very important and it brings me joy and peace to be able to be so fully aware of the blessed things in my life.
10. Every time we come home and get greeted by our two dogs. Even if I go outside to water the plants and come back inside a few minutes later, they are excited to see us every time we come home. They wag their tails, freak out in little circles around us and bring warmth to our home.
The next few posts will be about things that bring me joy specifically during out camping trip we just took over the weekend. 9. I love driving through windy roads with blue sky all around us.
8. Driving to a campsite with the intention of hanging out with good friends, canoeing and being outside. I love sitting around a campfire, catching up, and feeling the breeze around us as the smell of burning leaves surrounds us. I am sure I have mentioned this before, but how fun is it to just be? To have no agenda, no lists to get done, to just sit and relax. It's great!
7. I like where we live and how close we are to a lot of fun 'city' things but it's great to get away from all the city lights, have space, and remember how beautiful the reflection of the moon looks at night against water, to have the chance to see a dozen more stars than you can ever see in your own neighborhood.
6. Singing in the car with the windows down and my hair blowing wildly in the wind.
5. Hot dogs. I do not like normal hot dogs and really only eat chicken and turkey. But we recently discovered these amazing chicken sausages from Hy-Vee that have different ingredients like spinach and feta, roasted red pepper and asiago. We grilled the hot dogs and toasted the buns over the open flame last night and it was DElicious.
4. My good friend Megan (who we went camping with) is pregnant with her first baby and it was fun to talk about their plans for expanding their family, how she is feeling, the idea of actually have a kid, etc. It made me think of my nephew, Kestan and all the sweet moments I have been so lucky to share with him. To continue to get some of those moments with him, my friends' kids and eventually our own. I took this picture on the way home from a trip to Omaha a few weeks ago. Kestan loved seeing his reflection in my sunglasses.
3. Speaking of good friends, I love these girls Megan and Ashleigh (we camped with them and their husbands this weekend). The six of us rented a condo in S. Padre Island three years ago and hope to rent a cabin in Colorado next Fall. It's so great having such good people in our lives!
2. Summertime. We have had some very good times with the family cooking out and going to the pool this summer. We spent my brother's birthday at the pool and Kestan and Uncle Matt had similar hats and they are both too cute. I am looking forward to Fall but I know once it's here it will remind me of just how fast this summer has flown by.
1. This guy, my husband. I am constantly reminded of how lucky I am to have him in my life and as my partner. He continues to be so very kind, thoughtful, HILarious and amazing. He puts up with my quirkiness, he encourages me to sing and to do anything else creative I chose to do, he challenges me, entertains me, supports me and accepts all of me. There is nothing like driving just about anywhere with him by my side.
The next few posts will be about things that bring me joy specifically during out camping trip we just took over the weekend. 9. I love driving through windy roads with blue sky all around us.
8. Driving to a campsite with the intention of hanging out with good friends, canoeing and being outside. I love sitting around a campfire, catching up, and feeling the breeze around us as the smell of burning leaves surrounds us. I am sure I have mentioned this before, but how fun is it to just be? To have no agenda, no lists to get done, to just sit and relax. It's great!
7. I like where we live and how close we are to a lot of fun 'city' things but it's great to get away from all the city lights, have space, and remember how beautiful the reflection of the moon looks at night against water, to have the chance to see a dozen more stars than you can ever see in your own neighborhood.
6. Singing in the car with the windows down and my hair blowing wildly in the wind.
5. Hot dogs. I do not like normal hot dogs and really only eat chicken and turkey. But we recently discovered these amazing chicken sausages from Hy-Vee that have different ingredients like spinach and feta, roasted red pepper and asiago. We grilled the hot dogs and toasted the buns over the open flame last night and it was DElicious.
4. My good friend Megan (who we went camping with) is pregnant with her first baby and it was fun to talk about their plans for expanding their family, how she is feeling, the idea of actually have a kid, etc. It made me think of my nephew, Kestan and all the sweet moments I have been so lucky to share with him. To continue to get some of those moments with him, my friends' kids and eventually our own. I took this picture on the way home from a trip to Omaha a few weeks ago. Kestan loved seeing his reflection in my sunglasses.
1. This guy, my husband. I am constantly reminded of how lucky I am to have him in my life and as my partner. He continues to be so very kind, thoughtful, HILarious and amazing. He puts up with my quirkiness, he encourages me to sing and to do anything else creative I chose to do, he challenges me, entertains me, supports me and accepts all of me. There is nothing like driving just about anywhere with him by my side.
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