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Mason


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Mason had been telling me for weeks about the day he was going to celebrate his half birthday at school (since his birthday is during summer break). He was debating about treat options, and I kept reminding him to ask his teacher when I should come. Then the night before I was supposed to bring his treats to school he came up the stairs, straight to the fridge, and stuck this on the front:
Oh what would I do without Mason to keep me organized?

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naked bathroom


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"Why are the people on the bathroom signs naked? Well, the girl one has a dress on, how come the boy one doesn't have any clothes?"


-Observant Milo

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Mason the AD


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Yesterday Mason did his spelling homework. At some point he drew this at the bottom.

All I could think of was, oh that creative little kid. Already his mind is drifting like his mom's and he's doodling on his paper instead of doing his work. And maybe one day he'll grow up and be an art director (which, in the ad world goes hand in hand with a copywriter).

Then I realized I'm like one of those dads that wants his son to take over the family business. We could call it Rudy + Rudy (because all the cool agencies use a + instead of an &), or R+R. No, that sounds like the railroad on monopoly. eM+m. Yep, there it is.

eM+m

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your mom


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"MY mom goes to college." -Milo (to the Barnes and Noble employee)

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Light the Night


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Tomorrow I'm participating in Light the Night. I can honestly say I've never walked or ran in a register, organized thing like this. Seems weird I think. I've helped out in a few, but I've never been a registered participant. So I registered. Or better said, Missie registered everyone as a team. Then she told me that anyone who raises $100 will get a t-shirt and a balloon for the walk.


Then I had an even better thought.

Although I agree that raising money for The Leukemia and Lymphoma Society is a great cause, I connect much stronger with more personal things.

So instead of the $100 I was going to put toward the walk, I figured Clint and Amy could use it more right now. Although I've never actually met them, they are very good friends with neighbors of mine. But it's more of who they are that has drawn me to them. Clint and Amy have three boys, live in Utah County, and are currently dealing with Clint's Leukemia. More than that, Clint owned his own business before being diagnosed, they talk about their coordinator LaDee, TPN and what it's like to be bored in a hospital room all day. Amy has even given their blog the title "me and my boys" - exactly like mine!

Anyway, and more importantly, I just kind-of know what it's like to be in that position and it makes me want to help. So while I had this great plan to raise money for the society, I'd really like to just help the Jeppersons.

And if you want to see their blog, just click here. Or to help their family, click here.

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milo milo bo bilo


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Upon looking at my blog today I noticed two things:

1. My last two posts are about Milo
2. I am not very good at blogging these days

But here's the thing, Milo had a birthday earlier this month. So I must renew my blogging promise to post more (because that's what everyone likes to say after they've fallen into the blogging abyss) while also posting a third installment about my second child.

September 9th Milo turned the big six - which means for the sake of my own memory I need to post a little bit about him at this juncture. Since I agree that long blog posts about someone else's child are sort of boring, I have a pile of homework awaiting me, and I have an alarm that goes of at 5:45 - I'll try to keep this fairly brief.

No matter how many times I remind Milo, his natural instinct is to wipe his face and hands on his shirt.
He can't drink milk without getting the mustache.
Whatever food he is consuming he finds a way to make it messier than it needs to be.
Although his glasses are constantly dirty and bent, he is very careful about putting them away every night and cleaning them only with the specified cloth.
Once you are his friend (which happens if you take interest in his stories or respond to him at all) he will sit on your lap or hold your hand without asking.
He will choose to eat a "roll-up" (a wrap) over a sandwich any day and just started liking scrambled eggs two weeks ago.
He loves puzzles and books, and asks questions about everything.
I've already heard that his Kindergarten teacher has moved him tables multiple times because he keeps talking to the other kids. (Dear teacher, the talking will never stop)
He always writes his name with a big L and an o that sits on the line of the L.
If I didn't make him get out, he'd stay in the shower for hours.
Three visits to my school and he is already more popular than I am.

Milo, you make me crazy a lot of the time but I'm glad you still hold my hand occasionally. Happy Birthday.

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the pockets


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Monday Milo transported a spring he found outside and his leftover red stick from eating cheese and crackers from St. George to our house.


Yesterday at the gym he found parts of a broken pen on the ground he wanted to keep.

Today, before he got in the shower, he emptied his pockets. Three pennies, one soda can tab, 5 rubber bands around his wrist and a toy from a 25 cent machine.

He's a little on the odd side, but he's always keeping me amused.

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guess who's back, on the crazy track.


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Last week I was in my front yard and I thought to water the plants on my porch. Halfway through watering them I realized they were all completely dead with no chance of revival. Such is my life lately. I went to work on Monday and my boss asked how my life is going. My answer: I'm in a creative slump, I feel stressed about school and getting an internship next summer, and I have a bruise on my rib cage. All in all, I think I feel so overwhelmed about everything I have to do that I can't even think to do it. I sort of feel like at any moment a strong wind is going to blow the house of cards I'm balancing - and everything will come crashing down.


So I bought new plants for my porch (with a commitment to water them before they start to turn brown), I scheduled a meeting with my partner for our school project, and I began the first step to watching adobe tutorials.

Deep breath.

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iMilo


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"Look Mom, giant iPhones!"

"Those are iPads, Milo."
(5 minutes later)
"These giant iPhones are really cool."
"It's an iPad, look at the sign, it says iPad."
(3 days later)
"You know what was really cool? When we were at the Apple store and they had those giant iPhones."

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the crazy 8


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So this is the post where I talk all about how great Mason is since he just had a birthday. Don't get me wrong, Mason is a super kid in my eyes. I've always said how he was so meant to be the older brother - he's responsible, helpful, can do pretty much anything on his own...but in an attempt to keep this post somewhat interesting to people besides myself and his grandparents I'm going to list eight recent events in Mason's life. (My creative writing professor said I need to work on using concrete images over abstract ones anyway, so here you go Professor Nielsen...)


At around 8:45pm on Thursday Mason asked if I had gotten him a cake for his birthday the next day. Since my answer was no (possibly followed by a swear word in my head) we made our way to Wal-Mart where he picked out a pre-made golf cake. Nothing to do with his party theme, but that's what he wanted. Memory from his dad, randomness from his mom.

Mason was baptized on his birthday with two of his cousins. I decided it was a good day to buy him his first "real" tie. He picked out a pink, gray and black tie. Pimpin' style already.

One morning he told me he's trying to be really nice to Milo since he's baptized now. The next day he somehow convinced Milo to help him clean his room. Now that's a salesman.

His big birthday wish was for a skateboard rail. Watch out Shawn White.

He's got the goofiest half-grown-in front teeth smile.

Everything I tell him to do has to be followed by a "Why?" - although deep down I am proud of his logical side, at surface level I'm not too excited for the teenage years.

He asked multiple times for an airsoft gun for his birthday, begged for a sling shot at the arts festival, and came home with a pocket knife from scout camp. Don't worry, I'm fully prepared for future trips to the ER.

His favorite songs right now are Strawberry Fields (Beatles) and Someone Great (LCD Soundsystem); and last year he picked out a song that's "our song."

So there you go - Mase face, Daxman, Mase-o...Happy Eighth Birthday - and thanks for reminding me I'm getting old.

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This night, two years ago, I literally watched someone go from life to death. I’ve thought about this many times. Up until that night I had known people who died, but I had never actually seen it happen. Up until that night I had never known what it’d be like to want to be right next to someone and never leave, even though I knew in my mind they already had.

But here’s the thing about two years: today is really not much different than any other day since that night. Every day at some point I still remember; and every day, in varying degrees, I wish my life were more normal.

Sometimes I drive places without my seatbelt on. I never used to do that, even short distances. I grew up with such a strong habit of putting my seatbelt on I’d find myself doing it to cross a parking lot. Erik didn’t always wear his seatbelt. One time he told me that if he got hit driving through our neighborhood it’d be such slow impact seatbelts wouldn’t really matter. I don’t wear my seatbelt just to remember Erik.

I sleep with all my decorative pillows lined up on the other half of the bed. It seems logical considering my bed is probably cleaner than my floor on any given day, but I started doing it because it made that side of the bed seem less empty.

In my closet hangs one motorcycle jacket, three suits and two button up shirts because the last time I tried to box everything up I ended up taking that stuff back out; and now I’m worried to try again.

But you know what? I’m still here. I have had my determination and faith tested many times – and so far I’ve passed. And I am thankful every day for how much I’m blessed, even though I probably don’t deserve it all.

And I love these boys:

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being a mom


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A few days ago Mason told me he really likes the song "Strawberry Fields." This may sound inconsequential, but it made me beam with delight. This isn't the first time Mason has shared my taste in music; most of his iPod comes from songs I have on mine. But this time he picked a Beatles song. In my head I was thinking, "Yes! My kid is awesome. He is going to grow up having great taste in music, which obviously will lead to good choices elsewhere (one of which will be a super awesome, no-drama, wife)."

Today was Mason's first experience with scouts. As I drove home from school, with barely enough time to make it to his first pack meeting, I thought about how I won't even be home to take him to scouts for most days of the month because of my schedule. Then I thought about how maybe it wasn't a big deal for him to miss some anyway, it's just scouts - it's not like everyone does it.

Then I reverted to that one big thought I've always had, even before having children: How will my kids turn out the way I want them to? Not as in I want them to have certain jobs or anything - but I want them to want to work hard, to be kind to others. I don't want them to be drug addicts or alcoholics or something along those lines. Maybe with Mason coming up on the big EIGHT in a few weeks, I've just been re-thinking things.

So I decided that I have no clear solution. And I sort of feel like this:

But I also decided that just like I'm proud my appreciation for good music can rub off, I need to make sure I'm doing other good things that my boys can pick up on and mimic. And just like I want to be proactive in my work ethic, I need to apply the same thing at home.

So yes, I'll be making sure Mason is attending scouts (while I find him some more good music).

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all I see is sunshine


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I have no earthly idea why, but I feel less stressed out and overwhelmed than I normally do - yet I have more on my plate than I felt I did earlier this year. I figured this sort of miracle doesn't happen every day, so I ought to blog about it - cause everyone knows once it has been blogged about, it's out there for-ev-er. And because next week I'll probably go back to feeling like I'm caught in a mind tornado again, and when that happens I'll need a look back at the good times in my life.


Randomly switching topics, I am taking a creative writing class at school to help expand my horizons on the vast Word Frontier. It has made me re-realize how much I really enjoy writing when it's not for something boring, like a case law analysis or an econ review. I have even written poems for no reason except that the mood just strikes. Weird, I know.

And to switch topics yet again:

"You can't build a reputation on what you are going to do." Henry Ford

This quote made me realize that I say I'm going to do a lot of things. Not that I'm being hypocritical - it's just that a lot of the things I'd like to do are coming as my education progresses or as I develop better habits in life. This quote made me remember something one of my professors told us the other day - he said our efforts and work ethic now will be projected on how we are in the future.

So maybe I can't do everything I have planned today, but if there's something I'm "going to do" later, I better be working my hardest now to get there.

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wellers


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I have a pair of rain boots. I like to refer to them as my wellers because I like the word wellers better, and I think my boots are not just any pair of rain boots. A couple years ago I saw these boots on a girl at a bowling alley. I never asked her about them, but I couldn't get them off my mind - so I searched the internet until I found the brand and then somewhere that sold them. These are my boots:


Today, while about to wash my hands in the sink at school I looked down and saw this:

Yep, my super awesome keep the rain out shoes are now completely worthless. I don't even know when or how this happened, but I'm very upset. So, in an effort to find happiness on this bleak shoe day, I decided to look around online with some hope that I could find a new pair to replace them. What I found, although disheartening to my purchasing wants, has managed to cheer me up slightly....

I wasn't quite sure how to react to these, but I am curious who would ever wear them.

And if leopard print cowboy rain boots are a little too fancy for you, there is always the more casual option:
Seriously?

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babies


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So, the other day I had to pay a bill at the boy's doctor's office. On the way out I ended up in the elevator with a mom and her new baby. Here was my thought process:


Oh, that little baby is SO tiny. I remember how my boys used to be tiny like that at one point. It's kind of cute. Oh...I'm so glad I don't have a baby. Ew. They cry all night and are so much work. It's nice that Mason and Milo are older and they can do so much by themselves.

Yep. I'm a baby-hater.

Ok, so I'm not really a hater. I think they are really small and sweet, and I definitely loved my own babies. And I haven't always thought this way. There was a day, way back before my own personal encounter, that I had no ill will towards them. I'd like to say that I just learned my lesson from my Mason and Milo - but I actually had at one point planned on having more.

But now here I am. I see pregnant women and all I can think is how happy I am that I'm not pregnant. I see babies and it makes me cringe thinking of all the time they need to be held, and the hours they wake up in the night. I even had a moment while at a playground the other day with Milo. This little boy was climbing on the bench and all I could think was, "Gross, he smells like pee. I'm so glad my kids don't wear diapers." And I never can understand people when they say they are "baby hungry."

I so just love my boys and their ages and that they are much lower maintenance. This morning while I was in the shower Mason made himself a sunny side up egg. I've never let him cook anything on the stove before because I've always been worried he'd burn himself, and honestly I don't really think he should still. But the fact that he did it, and actually cooked himself an edible breakfast - it was awesome.

So, Happy Mother's Day to me! Instead of babies I have great boys who give me hugs, tell me happy mother's day multiple times, compliment me on my outfits, and hide presents in their rooms to surprise me with today.

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remember how cool I am?


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And how I have two blogs? Well, I do.


And today I realized that I never actually blogged about the most exciting news in my life lately: I AM OFFICIALLY GOING TO BE A COPYWRITER! I stressed, I didn't sleep, I got upset, wanted to give up, stressed some more, and readied myself for a let down.

Then the day came; the list was going to be posted. By 1:00 I had to leave campus to be home in time for Mason, and there was no list up yet. I was going crazy. I mean CRAZY! So I go home, all the while trying to decide what to do when the list goes up. Then at around 4:00 I start getting texts telling me it's posted. Why oh why couldn't I be there to look at it?! Why do I live so far away from campus?! What am I to do?!!!

Then the decision was made for me (oh how I love when that happens) - someone decided to just call and tell me. Of course, not without having a little fun with the fact that I was boiling over with anxiety. I was in! I screamed. Honestly screamed, multiple times. The person on the other end of the phone may or may not have laughed at me.

Anyway, now it means I'll be taking classes and working on projects more tailored to me as a copywriter and creative-brained individual.

AND...I posted parts of my portfolio on my other blog, if you'd like some visual.

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my day off


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So, today I had a day off. My only true day off, since I had a law paper from winter semester due last night and I start spring semester tomorrow.

My day off went like this: running at the gym, dealing with sprinkler stuff (turning the water on while my nice neighbor fixed them), taking Milo to school, buying weed killer and plants, home for Mason, buying Mason a new helmet and myself a new dog crap scooper (my favorite purchase of course), picking up Milo, going to the mall to pick up Milo's glasses, spraying weeds, BBQ hotdogs with the boys, fertilizing the yard, planting flowers, running the sprinkers, dishes and laundry.

Funny thing is that at the end of the day I still felt so relaxed that I had absolutely no homework to think about. Oh Monday April 26, how I loved you. Next up: Tuesday. Tuesday on campus from 8:30am-8:00pm. It's going to be fun.

Oh, and here is the new Milo:

So far he's lovin' them. Silly little kid.

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happy shmappy


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So today I officially got one year closer to the dreaded three zero. I also dealt with rain and hail (when there should be sunshine and birds singing - don't they know it's my birthday?), the stress of finals starting, AND to top it all off...my car battery died and my car wouldn't start when I left campus. Plus did I mention I've been stressed with school? I feel emotionally drained, and I didn't even want to celebrate my birthday yesterday.

Then today I opened my google reader to find a new post by my pal, Amanda. I noticed the post was titled This is Emily, but I figured it was probably something about her cousin Emily. It wasn't. It is an entire post all about me! I was shocked, somewhat embarrassed, and super flattered that I got a post all about me for my birthday. And I laughed at all the pictures she used.

To add to that, my mom brought me desserts from Dipidee (I may have eaten one of the cupcakes before I took the picture) and my mother-in-law and sister-in-law got me my most favorite sugar cookies in the whole wide world (from Smart Cookie).

And, best of all, Mason gave me a present he put together and wrapped all on his own. No offense to the other gifts and thoughtful wishes today, but this was by far my most favorite one.

He said he picked the pink box of nerds because he figured I'd like that color better than the blue box, and the soccer ball bead is to remind me of him since he plays soccer. He had everything wrapped up in a sheet of his $50 note paper.

So, maybe I'm getting older (and not really feeling any wiser), and maybe I'm still super crazy-brained about life right now - but it turns out, I am easily coddled by sugary treats and random presents from 7 year olds.

Happy birthday!

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yes, i know


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I haven't been so good at the blogging thing. Well, I just feel like my life is pretty same old lately. But to keep up interest on this here page, here's a few random moments from my life:

Last Saturday while Milo was eating Cheetos and chattering away (which he is ALWAYS doing), he suddenly started crying. Like, hold your breath for a few seconds because the pain is that bad, cry. Turns out Milo bit his own finger while eating Cheetos. Yep, chalk one up for the stories I'm retelling to any future girlfriend.

I realized that I have too many decision in life, and I really wish there was a service provided that could make some of them for me.

And I really, REALLY, with all my heart and soul, hate the word juxtapose. I so hope people in the ad world stop thinking it's a useful description for creative things before I get there.

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Oh Summer, Milo has forgotten you.


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Milo: Why do you even buy me short sleeve shirts if it's always too cold to wear them?

Me: Because they're for you to wear when it's not winter.
Milo: But it's always winter.

Yes Milo, I feel like that too.

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problem: solved.


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I don't know why, but I have a fascination for National Geographic. I guess I'm probably not the only one. I've thought about subscribing to it multiple times, thinking maybe it'd get my kids to have a fascination with it too, but I have an issue subscribing to magazines right now because I know I don't really have time to read them and I really, really, really don't like wasting paper (it's a weird quirk).

Then yesterday I went to DI, and guess what I found?! National Geographic magazines for $.25! Not only do I get to buy them cheap, I get to save trees and I only have to read them when I want.

And the best part is my kids seem to really like them.

Probably the most boring news ever, but I am excited.

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i


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I saw this on someone else's blog. I thought it was kinda cool. And besides, with Valentine's Day coming up - what better way to celebrate than think about myself over and over?

I am... short
I know... my house is messy
I want... to move
I wish... i already had the job i want
I had... a long day
I hate... mean people
I miss... my normal life
I fear... that i won't get a good internship, leading to a not good job
I feel... tired
I hear... indian jones on the tv downstairs
I smell... my nose
I crave... expensive restaurant meals
I search... for things online
I wonder... what my grades will be like when i graduate
I regret... mistakes
I love... being happy
I care... that my boys are taken care of
I always... want to be perfect
I am not... perfect
I believe... that i am blessed, although sometimes i don't know why
I could... be a blond
I dance... and never want to stop
I sing... loud to songs i know
I don't always... know the answers
I write... with a blue or black pen
I win... and i rub it in
I lose... my mind quite often
I never... want to be without my iphone
I never listen... to crappy music
I can usually be found... at school
I am scared of.... spiders
I need... sleep or i get grouchy
I am happy about... being in my advertising program

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because my mind is drawn to crazy


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I decided to start a new blog. I'm not going to stop posting on this one. But this semester I've started my advertising classes, and I've been getting into ads and finding creative stuff online. So instead of forcing all of you to look at the things I've found or the assignments I'm working on - I'll only force those of you who would like to be subjected to such torture and randomness.


If you'd like a small window to my madness, CLICK HERE. And I'd love to hear what you think about projects I'm working on - you can even leave it anonymous so I don't know who it is that hates my stuff.

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oh boys


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My boys always take their showers at night before bed. This usually means they go to bed with slightly wet hair, which in turn means that they wake up with incredibly crazy bed head.


So to help with this problem I have started drying their hair with a hairdryer - explaining that this will help them so it's easier to fix in the morning.

Tonight, since I was working on homework, Mason asked if they could use the hairdryer. I said yes. About 10 minutes later Mason comes out, but his hair still looks wet in certain places. Then he walks closer to me. He had slopped gel all over it. His reasoning? That way he wouldn't have to fix it at all in the morning - it's already all done.

Such a problem-solver, that kid.

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it's true.


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"Every time I meet a new person, I make a new friend." Milo Rudy

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whatever happened to partying like it's 1999?


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So I saw my friend's blog, who did a post she stole from her friend's blog, and I decided to steal it for my blog. It's my decade, in a nutshell.

2000

Graduated from high school, started college two weeks later, had my first roommate - who turned out to be a pathological liar, got my first job (woohoo Mervyn’s) and bought my very own cell phone (that nokia you could switch the faceplates on – don’t act like you don’t remember it).

Then I had my favorite roommate, Amanda (yes, she is who I stole this post idea from) who was not a liar and was clean like me. We lived in Hinckley Hall, I tried to be crazy and carefree, I got put on academic probation and I rode on the back of motorcycles with no helmet – because everyone knows at 18 nothing bad can happen to you.

I learned I couldn’t successfully work more than 20 hours a week while going to school and having friends.

2001

I decided I was too cool for the dorms, and moved into apartment #107 at King Henry, all by myself again. I found a wonderful boy to date, we fell in love, got in a fight, broke up, had our issues, worked them out, got back together and decided to get married. I got a job as a telemarketer, and then at a jewelry store called Argento – probably still my favorite job to this date. I tried classes from childhood development to computer science to interior design, trying to figure out what I wanted to be when I grew up.

I learned mistakes have consequences.

2002

I got married, moved to Salt Lake, quit going to school, had a baby (4 weeks earlier than expected). I watched Erik go to school and work. We became the apartment managers.

I learned what it’s like to not sleep through the night, and that marriage isn’t perfect, but it sure is fun.

2003

I felt like Erik was too busy and I wasn’t busy enough so I got a part-time job back at Argento, which turned into a full time job. We were sealed in the temple, Mason turned one, we moved back to Orem. I worked while Erik finished school. I had the craziest visiting teaching companion ever.

I learned how much Mason loved his dad and that a one year old can fall down half a flight of concrete stairs and come away without a single scratch.

2004

I found out I was pregnant, attended Erik’s graduation, took my first trip to Hawaii and raised the white flag (I quit my job). We bought a condo in Pleasant Grove, Milo was born, I re-remembered what it was like to not sleep through the night, found out what it’s like to have two kids (wow) and helped start Rudy’s PriceLine Motors.

I learned my husband has the best memory in the whole wide world and faux painting techniques are not where my talent lies.

2005

I started taking trips with Erik to pick up cars and drive them back to sell. We decided to take the step to home ownership, put our condo on the market and sold it to the first couple who walked through. We moved out two weeks before Christmas into my parent’s basement while trying to find a house. I worked for the holidays at Banana Republic (awful commute from my parents, but the best discounts ever). Erik and I stayed in the basement while the kids stayed upstairs. Milo cried at least once every single night –

I learned how to run up two flights of stairs really fast.

2006

We found a house in American Fork and moved in two months later. I got a job at Home Depot because I: a) don’t like staying home and not working, b) they offered insurance to their part-time employees. I watched Erik get sick off and on from March to December. We found the best dog in the history of all dogs and we bought him and changed his name to Marmaduke (it was Rage – totally not fitting).

I learned how to do yard work.

2007

I found out my husband had Leukemia. I didn’t even know what Leukemia was, but it made me cry. I watched Erik go through three rounds of chemo, full body radiation and a bone marrow transplant – then remission. Mason and Milo became the most non-shy children ever. We moved into a hotel downtown, then a condo, then back home to American Fork. I quit my job at Home Depot when Erik went to the hospital; I started a job at Mountain America after we got back home.

I learned how valuable family and friends are to us, how important we were to each other and how much I need prayer.

2008

Erik started getting back into the dealership, I quit my job and we took a trip to New York to pick up a 4Runner – my best birthday ever. By May Erik’s medical news started sounding less happy. In June I heard Erik’s prognosis go from years to months – but in reality he only had days. I watched my husband go from seemingly perfectly healthy to completely helpless in less than a week. Then I made arrangements for and attended his funeral. I was lost and confused and sad all the time.

I decided to try running away for a couple weeks, and hopped a plane to England. While there I attended a singles ward – where I heard someone quote President Hinckley saying something about how we need to seek all the education we can get. I decided then and there that I needed to go back to school – and I needed to go back real deal. I came home and applied. And I dyed my hair black.

I learned the value of a good friend.

2009

I started school. I applied for Graphic Design – fail. I applied for Advertising – pass. I took trips to LA and New York and even a road trip with just Mason and Milo all the way to San Diego – and I found out that leaving town makes me happy and is my form of antidepressant. I got angry, sad and confused – but found happiness and peace and faith.

I learned that school plus kids plus life really stresses me out, I am an emotional merry-go-round, I like my hair long, I despise laundry, my house survives with crumbs on the floor, and that sometimes it’s ok to ask for help (so I’m told).

Maybe in 2010 I will learn how to successfully juggle school and children and a clean house. Maybe I’ll also find out where I fit in society as an undergrad studying, single, 27 year old mother of two. Or maybe I’ll learn what it’s like to be a normal girl and how to handle normal boys (big ones, not my children). Probably none of the above – but one can always hope!

“Always think of what you have to do as easy and it will become so.” – Emile Coue

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