Tuesday is Monday

I know the holiday is going to screw me up ALL week.
How is it that May is almost over? June starts tomorrow folks.
This "spring"/delayed winter is just all over the place.
And yesterday for Memorial Day I ended up taking a VERY long (unintended) walk. Luckily it ended at a favorite fro-yo shop. Tasty delicious.

Breaking the silence

So Peter and I have had some discussions on The BIG when... are we going to discuss our children here on the blog.
Not that we have any currently.

But I'm curious to find out what you all think about the topic. Is it okay that our generation's kids are going to grow up being defined by what their parents have written about them since they were barely conceived? Or is it perfectly within the domain of parental rights (extension of bragging) to blog/post/update on our children?
When does it stop being talking about your pregnant body and start being about your fetus?

Does this even matter?

But to really bury the lead here, I wasn't sure when or where or how I wanted to discuss the fact that last fall I experienced a "complete abortion" according to the ER documents. I miscarried. I was pregnant and then I wasn't. It was the worst time of my life to date. I'm sure it won't be the last, but it was the first. No one told me to expect it. No one told me it was common. 30% of KNOWN pregnancies end this way. It's not something people want to talk about. No one wants to temper the happy moments by saying, don't get your hopes too high that you might actually get a baby. It sucks. I've mostly healed emotionally. I've healed physically. It's one of the many bumps in the road. It taught me a lot about me and my body and my marriage. And I just want to say that I'm here and I've been there. If you have any questions or comments, I don't mind talking about it. And I think it should be talked about. Because it's heart wrenching to feel alone with that sort of pain.

There are millions of women and men who share this grief. We are out here. And we love you.

Beautiful weather...

I almost feel bad being grateful for the beautiful, warm, sunny weather. There are definitely some people here in UT who are going to be suffering more once it warms up and the snowcap starts to melt. Thankfully, I'm not one of them, I don't think. But at least there's been plenty of warning and lots of preparation. I really hope it works out well for everyone.

I'm going to take advantage of the weather and hopefully finish up moving all the little/big things that are left hanging out at my old apartment. Then it's on to cleaning and making sure everything is still in good condition. Don't you just love moving?

I promise I'll get pictures up as soon as I remember to put batteries in my camera!

Spring is bustin' out...

And BOY is it wet. A little bit of sunshine sprinkled into the rain storms is helping  to mediate the rain, but I think that everyone is really starting to get tired of the dampness. This dry, dry desert just isn't used to all this humidity.

I know that some houses and locations in the valley are flooding and it's not fun for everyone, but I'm just grateful that the city isn't underwater. Unlike other parts of the country. The world really seems to be taking a beating from Mother Nature this year so far. There have been so many natural disasters.

Or maybe I'm just more aware of the news in other parts of the world now.

Maybe the problem is I get my news from Facebook. I keep debating about Facebook. Is it worth it? It's a huge waste of time usually. Do I really need to know that my husband's friend's wife's friend is having a crappy day at work? But there are times when I'm really grateful for it. Like the time that it let me know that an old acquaintance passed away, or the time that it told me my friends survived that tornado... I guess it has it's uses.

But I'm not always sure it's worth it. It seems less and less personal these days.

51 Weeks

A lot can happen in that much time, y'know?
Hopefully, some of these:
I'll finish moving into our new apartment
Peter will finish his thesis
We'll celebrate a few important holidays at OUR house!
I'll really stop biting my nails
I'll get a raise... maybe.
I'll get outside and see the sun and soak up a tan
Some lazy summer/fall evenings and some cozy winter days
A baby-maybe.
Peter will start his PhD at some point...
I'll become a super crafty and organized person.
After one year of living in our new house it will really be ours
And it will be coherently and cohesively decorated.
And in 51 weeks thereabouts, I'll be another year older.

So for a belated birthday celebration, I'm having a barbeque. Regardless of whether or not the weather agrees with me. Though I'd really like it if it did...

Startle me.

So Rain/snow/rain/Sun Tuesday blended right into rain ALL day Wednesday. So yesterday I spent my time walking back and forth in the rain. With loads of my belongings. Interrupted by a rather HUGE load of my sister/brother-in law's belongings. Which has overtaken my previously empty living room. As we settle more things into our apartment everyday It's nice to feel more at home. Safer. Isn't it funny how belongings make us feel better?

It's been an interesting few days living in between. We're slowly fixing that and really getting settled. But it'll be a little while until I can get used to the new house's sounds.

Rainy Days and Mondays....

Well it's not Monday, but it is rather rainy...
I like the rain. I like that it's keeping the weather cool.
I dislike that it's much harder to move things and keep them dry.
Rain... Please stop by the end of the work day.
Sincerely, Me
P.S. You really can't rain tomorrow. I have to move a bed... and other furniture. I really don't want to get my mattress soaked.

In other news, the grass is looking fantastic.

*Update: I turned around and it was snowing HUGE fat white SNOWFLAKES... I mean seriously? It did this for maybe an hour and then proceeded to clear up into a beautiful blue sky. 
Utah.

The last time it'll be clean.

This is proof that once upon a time this apartment was clean. Because we hadn't moved in yet. It'll never be this clean again. So without further ado... some snapshots. 

So here's the living room with a glimpse of the awesome stained glass window. There on the left you can see Peter heading into the galley kitchen.

 

The kitchen as you can see leads through to a multipurpose/mud room. It's going to be an extension of our kitchen most likely.  And through that room you can go out onto our awesome deck. With a bbq. Okay. Then you can turn around and head downstairs...

 The first bedroom/eventually nursery/kid's room, the "master" bedroom and then Peter's office...

 And of course the view from the street.

 If only we could actually afford a house... but this will satiate my need for a house for a little while longer until we've saved up what we need.

It's my birthday...

Tomorrow. I'm turning older tomorrow. So I'm not going to be at work. I'm going to have a lazy day hopefully filled with a tidy house(maybe), not worrying about it regardless... food, sleep, friends, and family. And did I mention food?
Oh yes.

Repotting

Like my husband and I, my herbs were growing out of their little pots. Or more accurately I was too impatient to wait for them any longer and I wanted to re-pot them. So Monday I moved my little herbs to a new home.

As I've never done this before and I only had one pot, I'm not really sure if it's okay to put them all together.
I suppose it'll have to be okay unless I want to repot them again. I was worried a little about killing them, but two days later they're still green and upright. So I'm hoping they make it!!

The other pot of mint is getting quite tall as well. I'm going to have to start making mint limeade as soon as it gets warm. Anyone know just how big/much a mint plant will spread? I'm just a little curious.

Moving on up...

It's true. I'm moving. One whole block. I'm super excited though, because we're effectively doubling our space. It's another lovely subdivided house, but this one has lots of perks.
Like a deck with a barbeque. A huge hardwood floor living room. A mud room (yes please!!). Enough bedrooms for us to have an office and a guest bedroom...
But my absolute favorite: A washer and dryer.

The kitchen is a tiny galley kitchen, but I don't mind because it has a window... There's plenty of light on the main floor, which I love. And the basement is perfectly suited to Peter's work habits.

I'm rather disappointed that Em won't really be around to help us break in the house, as she's moving home to "The Midwest". I'll have to do lots of projects and be really social to make up for no more Bones/no more Em.  I'll have to rename the blog too. :( I'm sure we'll figure it out. But first, I'll need a new clever name...

Or I could just watch Firefly again. And decorate my new house. And miss Em.

I promise pictures of the house by next week though.

Plans

I am a big planner. But.. and this is a big one: I am NOT a good waiter... I'm really bad at waiting I mean.

Anyway, I've been looking for an apartment for us to move into. A bigger one. Mostly because well, we need room to grow. Also we need a real office space and a real living room. One that's not dominated by my sister's bed and the TV. Preferably one without a TV. I'm talking about a place to have babies and grow our family. And guess what: I'm really hoping I found it. Just a block away from where we are right now. And 3 bedrooms. Woot. Hopefully we can go check it out tomorrow and work all the details out. I really hope that it's as good as it sounds. Because I'd love to stay in our ward. I'd love to stay on this bus line. Things work out the way they're supposed to.. right? Well then let's hope this is supposed to happen.

Bones night

I've got a feelin'...

That I'm making fajitas tonight! Woot! It's time for our weekly (when it's not being delayed by other stupid shows) celebration of all forensic scientist/ FBI duos. Namely Brennan and Booth. I hear that baby talk is being renewed this week for Brennan. Probably because Emily is actually pregnant.  Meanwhile Angela's fake pregnancy continues to be worrisome. I'm sorry, but I don't know a single pregnant woman with a hundred percent carefree gestation. Humans worry. Especially about progeny.

Anyways I'm super excited for Bones.

Annnnndddd my birthday is in a week and a day. So I'm going to buy myself a present. Tradition dictates that it be something for the kitchen... But what to buy? I have matching pots and pans, matching mixing bowls and measuring spoons/cups, I have matching dishes/silverware/cups...

So do I purchase the $70 pasta machine?
Or the $130 Le Creuset pot....

Decisions decisions...

Whoops!

Somehow I made it to Wednesday without writing. WEIRD. Anyhow I have some fun (sortof) photos!

 As Peter so kindly put it, "It doesn't look all bushy anymore!" I'm so glad I've managed to encourage even a little growth. Hopefully this little pot will be able to support my mint habit. :) I've a rather addictive fondness for mint limeade. The darn guys at the farmers market make it so well, but I just can't afford it at $4 a glass.
In other horticultural news:

They're growing! Just a few more inches and I'll need to transplant them out of their little cute pots. Hopefully soon I won't have to buy these herbs... just pick them fresh!

 So remember how last Tuesday Peter and I went to Joanne's to pick out fabric and notions for some aprons? Well, while I was there I picked up some of this: 1/4" elastic in black and 1/4" elastic in white.


I hate tying shoelaces, because it takes SO long. Okay, not really, I just find it an inefficient way to secure shoes to your feet. Mostly because I dislike shoes and I want to be able to get them on and off quickly.
So I did this!

You'd better believe that all my tennis shoes are going to be getting this treatment. No more untied shoelaces to trip over, and now they're as easy to wear as sandals. Also: my children may never learn how to tie shoes. But that's okay with me. Just as long as they keep making elastic forever.