We took Matthew's mom down to the Sculpture Garden where Matthew proposed. Here we are! (But now we're married!)
And on our drive to Kansas from Minnesota:
Sunday, September 13, 2009
A couple other happy things
After getting back from France (our official honeymoon) and before school starts I still count as part of the honeymoon. So here's a few other happy things to mention:
We took Matthew's mom down to the Sculpture Garden where Matthew proposed. Here we are! (But now we're married!)
And on our drive to Kansas from Minnesota:
We took Matthew's mom down to the Sculpture Garden where Matthew proposed. Here we are! (But now we're married!)
And on our drive to Kansas from Minnesota:
Blue raspberry, please
So, for wedding presents, we got a ton of gift cards. A couple of them were to Bed, Bath and Beyond. Neither Matthew nor I had ever been in this store, and there's some nice stuff, but holy cow its expensive. So we were there this past Monday, getting some things, spending our gift cards, and after getting the things that we needed, we realized that we had about $20 left on our gift card. We didn't have anything left that we needed to buy, and it was just a matter of something that we wanted to buy. So we decided on the...
SLUSHIE MAKER!!!!!!!
Such a worthwhile investment:
SLUSHIE MAKER!!!!!!!
Such a worthwhile investment:
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
In the city of love
Matthew and I had the BEST honeymoon ever. We spent 5-6 days in Paris! It was so great. Here's what we did:
Tuesday 8/18:
Got on a plane to Paris. We enjoyed expanding our repertoire of movies thanks to in-flight movie feature.
Wednesday 8/19:
We landed and took the RER into Paris. Met up with one of my best friends, Kate, who was doing an internship in Paris (the one I was supposed to do). She bought us falafel, and we talked for a while. Kate's so great. We walked around Parc Monceau, one of my favorite parks in Paris, which was really close to my apartment when I lived there. Extreme jetlag eventually got the better of us, and we crashed and took a nap for a bit. We felt more refreshed when we woke up, so we went out and bought a baguette and cheese (yes!) and some other stuffs at a little street market grocery store and headed down to the Eiffel tower. We didn't actually go up it that night, but we walked around it, and under it. Matthew was very impressed by it, and how big it was. We found some grass up by Trocadero, and ate our food in the presence of the lighted and sparkling tour eiffel.
Thursday 8/20:
We slept in super duper late this morning (thank you jetlag!). Then we walked around the outside of le Centre Pompidou, a modern-y sort of building built "inside out".
Anyway, you get the idea. The multi-colored building on the street is Pompidou. All the colors mean something - as in the blue pipes are AC units, etc. (I just made that up. I don't know specifically what colors are for what, just an example.) It's a pretty sweet building, that houses some pretty crazy modern art.
Le Centre Pompidou is really close to a crepe stand that my friends and I used to frequent on a daily basis when we were there on study abroad. We made friends with all the Egyptian-y guys who worked there and made us crepes. They also happen to make the best crepes around. So of course we went there to get our crepes. And whadaya know, the same guy was still working there, and he remembered me! In fact, he remembered all of us girls who would go there. And we had a nice chat while he made our crepes. It really was so happy.
Later, we walked over to one of the islands on the Seine, where Sainte Chapelle is. I've heard awesome things about this church, but never actually was able to go inside. It was gorgeous! The entire church, all the walls, from almost floor to vaulted ceiling were stained glass. Each of the 14 windows of glass represented a certain book or event (the atonement) from the Bible. We had fun trying to pick out different scenes on the glass.
We then headed to Rue de Rivoli, one of the main big streets in Paris, with awesome shopping. We spent a bit of time doing some shopping, mostly at H&M and Etam.
We then headed down to my old neighborhood. I showed Matthew where I used to live, where I used to shop, and told him all of the stories I could think of. :)
My street.
We walked around for a long time, and since it was quite late at this point, stopped at a restaurant for some dinner.
I've gotta say, we both agreed the potatoes we ate were probably the best we've ever had. ever.
We headed to the Arc de Triomphe, and walked around the base, and then sat on the base for a while, before heading home.
Sitting on the base of l'Arc de Triomphe
Friday 8/21:
When we finally got up (around noon) on Friday, we headed out to the Louvre. Before we actually went inside, we ate lunch against the walls of the Louvre.
Ok, we didn't eat ALL of this for lunch, but this was the type of stuff (it you can see it...) of what we carried around, and ate pretty much all the time. It was GREAT!
Le Louvre
We really enjoyed some of the signs that were posted in and around the Louvre:
No walking on water!
No yelling in Egyptian!
Matthew really liked the Louvre. We saw the Mona Lisa of course:
And I've thought, and Matthew agrees, that some of the coolest art is just the architecture of the building itself:
After spending a few hours in the Louvre, we went to a nearby cafe/teashop called Angelina. It has amazing hot chocolate, that's more like melted chocolate than anything else. It's a pretty steep price, but so worth it.
We walked by briefly L'Opera Garnier. This is the opera house that the Phantom of the Opera is based off of. A lot of the shots in the movie highly resemble the inside of the opera. This is one of my favorite places in Paris. It's gorgeous!
We headed back over to the Eiffel Tower. We grabbed a baguette at a bakery (we paid for it too) which we both agreed was the epitomy of good baguette. Crusty, but not too hard on the outside, soft on the inside, and really good flavor.
We walked down the Champs de Mars, the green park area in front of the Eiffel Tower, and then climbed up, and saw the last bits of the sunset from the top.
On the Eiffel. It was beautiful.
Saturday 8/22:
This morning first thing we stocked up on lots of food to take back to the states with us. Our stash included a lot of nutella, petit ecolier cookies, brioche tranchee, chocolate, and the best kind of apricot jam I've ever had.
We headed over to the Arc de Triomphe (which was within walking distance of our hotel) and then walked down the Champs Elysees, the biggest and most famous street in Paris. Lots of really ritzy stores are found on les Champs.
We went inside a perfume store and smelled a bunch of different kinds until we got kinda woozy, then went inside the virgin mobile store and listened to music, went briefly in the disney store, ate lunch, walked some more, and then headed to the Rodin museum. Rodin is a famous scupltor who did also famous works like the Thinker, or the Kiss. It's one of my favorite museums in Paris.
Matthew thinking with the Thinker.
Since we were rather close, and just like it, we decided to walk by the Eiffel Tower again.
Then we went back to Rue de Rivoli, finished some shopping, went to a bunch of food places and got baguettes, pastries, water, and macaroons.
Sunday 8/23:
We went to French church this morning! It was a lot of fun. I suppose Matthew didn't really understand anything, but he said he liked it too.
That afternoon/evening, we went to Parc Monceau again. We sat on a bench and people watched for a while.
And then we walked around ourselves.
(I know its super blurry, for some reason, when they were taking the picture, it just wouldn't get un-blurry. But you can still tell that its absolutely beautiful.)
We headed over to Notre Dame, and had a lot of fun looking at and analyzing and interpreting all of the different little scultpures on the outside of Notre Dame. Everything is a symbol. It's very fun.
Gargoyles!
We stopped by Sacre Coeur, but since it was late, we couldn't get up close.
Monday 8/24:
We basically had time in the morning to stop at a bakery and get a baguette for my dad, and then go to the airport to barely be on time to our plane, and then in Chicago, barely make our plane to Minneapolis. But we got home.
Paris was so amazing, again. It was absolutely fantastic to be there with Matthew, who I love so much, and show him and be surrounded in the language and all the things and all the places that are so beautiful to me. It was perfect.
Tuesday 8/18:
Got on a plane to Paris. We enjoyed expanding our repertoire of movies thanks to in-flight movie feature.
Wednesday 8/19:
We landed and took the RER into Paris. Met up with one of my best friends, Kate, who was doing an internship in Paris (the one I was supposed to do). She bought us falafel, and we talked for a while. Kate's so great. We walked around Parc Monceau, one of my favorite parks in Paris, which was really close to my apartment when I lived there. Extreme jetlag eventually got the better of us, and we crashed and took a nap for a bit. We felt more refreshed when we woke up, so we went out and bought a baguette and cheese (yes!) and some other stuffs at a little street market grocery store and headed down to the Eiffel tower. We didn't actually go up it that night, but we walked around it, and under it. Matthew was very impressed by it, and how big it was. We found some grass up by Trocadero, and ate our food in the presence of the lighted and sparkling tour eiffel.
Thursday 8/20:We slept in super duper late this morning (thank you jetlag!). Then we walked around the outside of le Centre Pompidou, a modern-y sort of building built "inside out".
Anyway, you get the idea. The multi-colored building on the street is Pompidou. All the colors mean something - as in the blue pipes are AC units, etc. (I just made that up. I don't know specifically what colors are for what, just an example.) It's a pretty sweet building, that houses some pretty crazy modern art.Le Centre Pompidou is really close to a crepe stand that my friends and I used to frequent on a daily basis when we were there on study abroad. We made friends with all the Egyptian-y guys who worked there and made us crepes. They also happen to make the best crepes around. So of course we went there to get our crepes. And whadaya know, the same guy was still working there, and he remembered me! In fact, he remembered all of us girls who would go there. And we had a nice chat while he made our crepes. It really was so happy.
Later, we walked over to one of the islands on the Seine, where Sainte Chapelle is. I've heard awesome things about this church, but never actually was able to go inside. It was gorgeous! The entire church, all the walls, from almost floor to vaulted ceiling were stained glass. Each of the 14 windows of glass represented a certain book or event (the atonement) from the Bible. We had fun trying to pick out different scenes on the glass.
We then headed to Rue de Rivoli, one of the main big streets in Paris, with awesome shopping. We spent a bit of time doing some shopping, mostly at H&M and Etam.We then headed down to my old neighborhood. I showed Matthew where I used to live, where I used to shop, and told him all of the stories I could think of. :)
My street.We walked around for a long time, and since it was quite late at this point, stopped at a restaurant for some dinner.
I've gotta say, we both agreed the potatoes we ate were probably the best we've ever had. ever.We headed to the Arc de Triomphe, and walked around the base, and then sat on the base for a while, before heading home.
Sitting on the base of l'Arc de Triomphe
Friday 8/21:
When we finally got up (around noon) on Friday, we headed out to the Louvre. Before we actually went inside, we ate lunch against the walls of the Louvre.
Ok, we didn't eat ALL of this for lunch, but this was the type of stuff (it you can see it...) of what we carried around, and ate pretty much all the time. It was GREAT!
Le Louvre
We really enjoyed some of the signs that were posted in and around the Louvre:
No walking on water!
No yelling in Egyptian!Matthew really liked the Louvre. We saw the Mona Lisa of course:
And I've thought, and Matthew agrees, that some of the coolest art is just the architecture of the building itself:
After spending a few hours in the Louvre, we went to a nearby cafe/teashop called Angelina. It has amazing hot chocolate, that's more like melted chocolate than anything else. It's a pretty steep price, but so worth it.
We walked by briefly L'Opera Garnier. This is the opera house that the Phantom of the Opera is based off of. A lot of the shots in the movie highly resemble the inside of the opera. This is one of my favorite places in Paris. It's gorgeous!
We headed back over to the Eiffel Tower. We grabbed a baguette at a bakery (we paid for it too) which we both agreed was the epitomy of good baguette. Crusty, but not too hard on the outside, soft on the inside, and really good flavor.We walked down the Champs de Mars, the green park area in front of the Eiffel Tower, and then climbed up, and saw the last bits of the sunset from the top.
On the Eiffel. It was beautiful.Saturday 8/22:
This morning first thing we stocked up on lots of food to take back to the states with us. Our stash included a lot of nutella, petit ecolier cookies, brioche tranchee, chocolate, and the best kind of apricot jam I've ever had.
We headed over to the Arc de Triomphe (which was within walking distance of our hotel) and then walked down the Champs Elysees, the biggest and most famous street in Paris. Lots of really ritzy stores are found on les Champs.
We went inside a perfume store and smelled a bunch of different kinds until we got kinda woozy, then went inside the virgin mobile store and listened to music, went briefly in the disney store, ate lunch, walked some more, and then headed to the Rodin museum. Rodin is a famous scupltor who did also famous works like the Thinker, or the Kiss. It's one of my favorite museums in Paris.
Matthew thinking with the Thinker.Since we were rather close, and just like it, we decided to walk by the Eiffel Tower again.
Then we went back to Rue de Rivoli, finished some shopping, went to a bunch of food places and got baguettes, pastries, water, and macaroons.Sunday 8/23:
We went to French church this morning! It was a lot of fun. I suppose Matthew didn't really understand anything, but he said he liked it too.
That afternoon/evening, we went to Parc Monceau again. We sat on a bench and people watched for a while.
And then we walked around ourselves.
(I know its super blurry, for some reason, when they were taking the picture, it just wouldn't get un-blurry. But you can still tell that its absolutely beautiful.)We headed over to Notre Dame, and had a lot of fun looking at and analyzing and interpreting all of the different little scultpures on the outside of Notre Dame. Everything is a symbol. It's very fun.
Gargoyles!We stopped by Sacre Coeur, but since it was late, we couldn't get up close.
Monday 8/24:
We basically had time in the morning to stop at a bakery and get a baguette for my dad, and then go to the airport to barely be on time to our plane, and then in Chicago, barely make our plane to Minneapolis. But we got home.
Paris was so amazing, again. It was absolutely fantastic to be there with Matthew, who I love so much, and show him and be surrounded in the language and all the things and all the places that are so beautiful to me. It was perfect.
Monday, September 7, 2009
A trip to the ER
So, during the course of a marriage, you expect at some time or another you'll be taking one of your kids to the hospital, maybe for a broken leg or something. However, most people wouldn't expect to take their wife to the hospital during the first three weeks of marriage. This is the story of why Matthew took me to the ER at 11 pm Wednesday night.
For the past couple days I hadn't been using my insulin pump - I didn't have a certain piece of equipment with me (I left it in MN) that lets me easily insert the tubing under my skin (without it, it doesn't go in properly, and I end up not getting any insulin). So I had been taking shots instead. Now when I take shots, I usually use two kinds of insulin. The first is called Lantus - It's a slow acting kind that lasts over a whole day. I take one shot of about 28 units one time a day, and it just keeps my body going, keeps me alive. The second is called Novolog, its a very rapid acting kind, and this kind I only take when I eat food, it compensates for what I eat.
So Wednesday night its about time for me to take the daily dose of Lantus. So I draw up about 14 units (I do the injection in two parts), shoot it into me, and about 30 seconds later realize that instead of putting Lantus in me, I had accidentally drawn up 14 units of Novolog. I'm all like gasp! nooooooo! and Matthew comes out and is like what's wrong? and then gets a look of shock on his face.
See, I usually wouldn't use 14 units of Novolog in an entire day, for an entire day's worth of food. 14 units of Novolog would cover 14 slices of bread, 14 cups of juice, 7 bowls of ice cream. It's a huge amount of insulin. If I don't eat enough food for the amount of insulin I take, then my blood sugar will go low, and in this case extremely low. Scarily low. Insulin shock low. Low as in you should be passed out, on the floor. Not good.
Matthew says right away we should go to the hospital, or doctor. I say I don't like going to the doctor, and maybe if I drink enough juice I'll be ok. So we try. I start drinking a glass of OJ, and then another one, and during the second glass, I start getting woozy. Shaky. Weak. Feeling a little confused. These are all signs of low blood sugar. At this point, Matthew doesn't even ask. He just goes and grabs his shoes and stuff, gets my shoes, and takes me out to the car. I didn't resist much at this point. Actually I was ok with going to the ER. Matthew even ran a few red lights - it was late at night, and he felt like this qualified as a good reason to just keep going. I was super duper shaky by then.
So, we get there, and they make us sit in the waiting room for like 10 minutes. By the way, insulin overdose and extreme low blood sugars are medical emergencies. Not things you make people wait 10 minutes for. Thankfully, though, I never passed out. My blood sugar did get pretty low, just from how I was feeling (we forgot to bring my blood checker with us, so we didn't get a reading of how low it did get). They put me in a room, took some blood, hooked me up to an IV and gave me some fluids.
It's pretty much amazing I didn't go unconscious. That much insulin in me could've been really bad. One possible explanation is that sometimes, when you go really low and there's an extreme excess of insulin in the system, the liver, which stores a form of carbohydrate, will "dump" out a lot in an effort to raise blood sugars.
One thing that absolutely flabbergasted me about the nursing staff - I had two nurses who, when I told them what had happened, that I had taken an overdose of Novolog, a fast acting insulin, looked at me and where kinda like, "whats the big deal? That is an "emergency" kind of insulin, it'll bring your blood sugar down for a little bit, and then your blood sugar will just pop right back up." Seriously. Seriously?! That is absolutely not how insulin works. It doesn't just pop right back up unless you compensate for it somehow. Emergency insulin my eye.
Matthew was great. He was pretty concerned (and pretty freaked out inside), but he took good care of me.
Suffice it to say, though, things turned out just fine, we came home and drank more juice and ate some bread and nutella, and I was all right. But I think it was still a good thing we went to the ER, because things could have been very different. It was a rather tense few hours, but everything turned out ok.
For the past couple days I hadn't been using my insulin pump - I didn't have a certain piece of equipment with me (I left it in MN) that lets me easily insert the tubing under my skin (without it, it doesn't go in properly, and I end up not getting any insulin). So I had been taking shots instead. Now when I take shots, I usually use two kinds of insulin. The first is called Lantus - It's a slow acting kind that lasts over a whole day. I take one shot of about 28 units one time a day, and it just keeps my body going, keeps me alive. The second is called Novolog, its a very rapid acting kind, and this kind I only take when I eat food, it compensates for what I eat.
So Wednesday night its about time for me to take the daily dose of Lantus. So I draw up about 14 units (I do the injection in two parts), shoot it into me, and about 30 seconds later realize that instead of putting Lantus in me, I had accidentally drawn up 14 units of Novolog. I'm all like gasp! nooooooo! and Matthew comes out and is like what's wrong? and then gets a look of shock on his face.
See, I usually wouldn't use 14 units of Novolog in an entire day, for an entire day's worth of food. 14 units of Novolog would cover 14 slices of bread, 14 cups of juice, 7 bowls of ice cream. It's a huge amount of insulin. If I don't eat enough food for the amount of insulin I take, then my blood sugar will go low, and in this case extremely low. Scarily low. Insulin shock low. Low as in you should be passed out, on the floor. Not good.
Matthew says right away we should go to the hospital, or doctor. I say I don't like going to the doctor, and maybe if I drink enough juice I'll be ok. So we try. I start drinking a glass of OJ, and then another one, and during the second glass, I start getting woozy. Shaky. Weak. Feeling a little confused. These are all signs of low blood sugar. At this point, Matthew doesn't even ask. He just goes and grabs his shoes and stuff, gets my shoes, and takes me out to the car. I didn't resist much at this point. Actually I was ok with going to the ER. Matthew even ran a few red lights - it was late at night, and he felt like this qualified as a good reason to just keep going. I was super duper shaky by then.
So, we get there, and they make us sit in the waiting room for like 10 minutes. By the way, insulin overdose and extreme low blood sugars are medical emergencies. Not things you make people wait 10 minutes for. Thankfully, though, I never passed out. My blood sugar did get pretty low, just from how I was feeling (we forgot to bring my blood checker with us, so we didn't get a reading of how low it did get). They put me in a room, took some blood, hooked me up to an IV and gave me some fluids.
It's pretty much amazing I didn't go unconscious. That much insulin in me could've been really bad. One possible explanation is that sometimes, when you go really low and there's an extreme excess of insulin in the system, the liver, which stores a form of carbohydrate, will "dump" out a lot in an effort to raise blood sugars.
One thing that absolutely flabbergasted me about the nursing staff - I had two nurses who, when I told them what had happened, that I had taken an overdose of Novolog, a fast acting insulin, looked at me and where kinda like, "whats the big deal? That is an "emergency" kind of insulin, it'll bring your blood sugar down for a little bit, and then your blood sugar will just pop right back up." Seriously. Seriously?! That is absolutely not how insulin works. It doesn't just pop right back up unless you compensate for it somehow. Emergency insulin my eye.
Matthew was great. He was pretty concerned (and pretty freaked out inside), but he took good care of me.
Suffice it to say, though, things turned out just fine, we came home and drank more juice and ate some bread and nutella, and I was all right. But I think it was still a good thing we went to the ER, because things could have been very different. It was a rather tense few hours, but everything turned out ok.
Thursday, August 6, 2009
I like to eat food.
So, Matthew went grocery shopping with his sister Heather last night.
And apparently they got some super great deals. Below is a picture that Matthew took of a lot of the stuff he got. It's a bit of a blurry picture... (its from a phone). All of this for $14. Yay food! Go Matthew!
And apparently they got some super great deals. Below is a picture that Matthew took of a lot of the stuff he got. It's a bit of a blurry picture... (its from a phone). All of this for $14. Yay food! Go Matthew!
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
I wish I had thought of it first
So, I heard about this video on the radio the other day, and then someone mentioned it again to me today, so I decided I needed to check it out myself.
It's a bride and groom, and their wedding party, that dance down the aisle. Yeah, pretty awesome.
Apparently they posted it on Youtube just so her dad could see it again, but within a few hours a huge number of people had seen it. When I watched it, the count was around 10.5 million.
Ok, so I couldn't figure out how to get the actual video on the post here, so here's the link. (Maybe someone could tell me how to put it in?)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4-94JhLEiN0
It's a bride and groom, and their wedding party, that dance down the aisle. Yeah, pretty awesome.
Apparently they posted it on Youtube just so her dad could see it again, but within a few hours a huge number of people had seen it. When I watched it, the count was around 10.5 million.
Ok, so I couldn't figure out how to get the actual video on the post here, so here's the link. (Maybe someone could tell me how to put it in?)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4-94JhLEiN0
Monday, July 27, 2009
Surprise!
So, I'm sure by now lots of people know the story of my visit to Matthew a week or two ago, but, I'm gonna go ahead and tell it anyway.
Matthew's birthday was recnetly. I decided about a week and a half before that I wanted to surprise him by coming down for his brithday. I talked to his mom, got her in on the plan. I talked to Heather, my boss at the bakery, and arranged to get a couple of days off. The plan was to wake up really early Wednesday morning, drive down and get there by midday, and then take Matthew on a picnic. The picnic was totally Matthew's idea, he had suggested it a while ago, but we've never been able to do it.
So, I almost blew my cover at least 20 times each day in the days leading up to his birthday. I almost told him about talking to his mom, or Heather, I almost said stuff like "oh yeah, I'll just bring you the annoucements when I come down next week" instead of saying I'd send him the annoucements... you know, slip ups like that. But, I somehow managed to not blow my cover. I even through him off by saying stuff like "yeah, I have a great birthday present that's coming for you," or when I told him that morning when I was supposed to be driving to work "so I've pretty much blocked off my whole afternoon to talk to you whenever you want, cuz its your birthday, just so you know (or something like that.)" Basically he had no idea.
And everything went perfectly. I left Minnesota around 5:45am, mom kept his mom updated on when I'd be arriving, so she could make sure Matthew was around, and I arrived at Matthew's house right at 1pm. I noticed right as I pulled up that the mailman was just pulling away from the house. So, when I rang the doorbell a few seconds later, Matthew came down, totally thinking it was the package I had "sent." He opened the door, and bam, there I was. And he just looked at me, and stared at me for like 10 seconds, with this look of unbelief on his face. I think he said some variation of what are you doing here? and then got a huge smile and gave me the biggest hug and it was so great.
He had absolutely no idea, I had knocked his socks off. I took him on his birthday picnic, which ended up being like 4 hours long.
oh! and his present was so awesome. It was one of those plastic popsicle maker containers, where you pour in juice or something and freeze it.
So, I wish somehow I had pictures of his reaction to me standing on his porch. But, almost as great, I have pictures of him with the mini cake I brought him.
As you can tell, Matthew was really excited by everything.
He had absolutely no idea, I had knocked his socks off. I took him on his birthday picnic, which ended up being like 4 hours long.
oh! and his present was so awesome. It was one of those plastic popsicle maker containers, where you pour in juice or something and freeze it.
So, I wish somehow I had pictures of his reaction to me standing on his porch. But, almost as great, I have pictures of him with the mini cake I brought him.
As you can tell, Matthew was really excited by everything.
I love him so much.
Which is convenient, since we're getting married. :)
Which is convenient, since we're getting married. :)
The parable of the earrings
So, I have a story to tell.
Last August, I had a birthday, right before classes started. My dad gave Jonathan some money to take me shopping. So, we went up to University Mall. It was actually hilarious; I think this was the first time Jonathan had gone shopping with a girl, and I think he was feeling like his manliness was being called into question by being in a girly clothes store.
So we buy a shirt. Then we go look at earrings. (I LOVE earrings.) And we spend forever looking at them. Jonathan said I couldn't buy the ones that looked like a piece of metal that a train had run over and flattened, or the ones that looked like Saturn. However, he did let me buy the ones that looked like a wrecking ball chain thingy. So, after buying some earrings... that was the end of the money dad had given Jonathan for me. But... he had also given Jonathan a little bit more that I suppose was technically destined to pay for something for Jonathan. But, I knew that deep, deep down inside, what they realllllly wanted to do with that money was buy Stephanie a pair of pants. And so I helped Jonathan see that and convinced him, possibly slightly against his will, that that's what he should do.
Now for a long time, it would seem that Jonathan resented the way that money was spent. In fact, when Jonathan would tell that story, I think a lot of people resented the way that money was spent. :) Annnddd, before I get even more people up in arms at me, here's the end of the story.
For the past few months-ish, whenever Jonathan sees me wearing these earrings, which is a frequent occurence, he gets all excited and points to them and says in this sorta high pitched man voice "look! its the earrings I bought for you!" And he kinda claps his hands and gets a big smile, and you can tell that he loves the fact that he spent that extra money on me. And its true, he's even said it. He is glad he did it.
Moral of the story: Always spend money on your sister. You know you want to!
Another moral of the story: I have really nice brothers.
Disclaimer: I take good care of my brothers too. Don't hate. It's a happy story :)
Last August, I had a birthday, right before classes started. My dad gave Jonathan some money to take me shopping. So, we went up to University Mall. It was actually hilarious; I think this was the first time Jonathan had gone shopping with a girl, and I think he was feeling like his manliness was being called into question by being in a girly clothes store.
So we buy a shirt. Then we go look at earrings. (I LOVE earrings.) And we spend forever looking at them. Jonathan said I couldn't buy the ones that looked like a piece of metal that a train had run over and flattened, or the ones that looked like Saturn. However, he did let me buy the ones that looked like a wrecking ball chain thingy. So, after buying some earrings... that was the end of the money dad had given Jonathan for me. But... he had also given Jonathan a little bit more that I suppose was technically destined to pay for something for Jonathan. But, I knew that deep, deep down inside, what they realllllly wanted to do with that money was buy Stephanie a pair of pants. And so I helped Jonathan see that and convinced him, possibly slightly against his will, that that's what he should do.
Now for a long time, it would seem that Jonathan resented the way that money was spent. In fact, when Jonathan would tell that story, I think a lot of people resented the way that money was spent. :) Annnddd, before I get even more people up in arms at me, here's the end of the story.
For the past few months-ish, whenever Jonathan sees me wearing these earrings, which is a frequent occurence, he gets all excited and points to them and says in this sorta high pitched man voice "look! its the earrings I bought for you!" And he kinda claps his hands and gets a big smile, and you can tell that he loves the fact that he spent that extra money on me. And its true, he's even said it. He is glad he did it.
Moral of the story: Always spend money on your sister. You know you want to!
Another moral of the story: I have really nice brothers.
Disclaimer: I take good care of my brothers too. Don't hate. It's a happy story :)
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Je pense, donc je suis.
Sometimes I wear my wedding colors to work. In my socks. As in one light blue sock, one pink sock. It totally rocks, especially because I also wear shorts to work, so you can definitely see them.
Heather has a quote taped up in front of the table where I sometimes work. It's actually from a fortune cookie - it says "Do not listen to vain words from empty minds." Such valuable things you learn at work.
I've decided I'm super duper stoked for our honeymoon to Paris. This past week we made a reservation for the hotel there. After looking at a few, I decided I'd like to stay in the area where I lived during my study abroad there - in the 8th arrondissement. Looking at the map of the Paris metro, and looking at the map of the arrondissments (just the different neighborhoods...) made me excited beyond compare. It just brought back a rush of really happy, really awesome memories.
My phone gets the worst reception -possibly ever - in the history of cell phone reception. And the battery goes from fully charged to nada in about an hour. Well, an hour of straight talking. It's dying. Come on little phone, pull through! I don't want to have to buy a new one.
I've come to realize there are a lot of details involved for planning a wedding. However, nice thing is that I'm not stressed about it at all, so instead of being a well, stressful experience, its just kinda a lot of fun. Cuz we're planning a wedding where I get to marry Matthew. :)
Currently, my favorite balloon shape to make is a penguin.
Fact: RSVP is actually a French abbreviation. It stands for repondez s'il-vous plait, meaning respond, please.
Heather has a quote taped up in front of the table where I sometimes work. It's actually from a fortune cookie - it says "Do not listen to vain words from empty minds." Such valuable things you learn at work.
I've decided I'm super duper stoked for our honeymoon to Paris. This past week we made a reservation for the hotel there. After looking at a few, I decided I'd like to stay in the area where I lived during my study abroad there - in the 8th arrondissement. Looking at the map of the Paris metro, and looking at the map of the arrondissments (just the different neighborhoods...) made me excited beyond compare. It just brought back a rush of really happy, really awesome memories.
My phone gets the worst reception -possibly ever - in the history of cell phone reception. And the battery goes from fully charged to nada in about an hour. Well, an hour of straight talking. It's dying. Come on little phone, pull through! I don't want to have to buy a new one.
I've come to realize there are a lot of details involved for planning a wedding. However, nice thing is that I'm not stressed about it at all, so instead of being a well, stressful experience, its just kinda a lot of fun. Cuz we're planning a wedding where I get to marry Matthew. :)
Currently, my favorite balloon shape to make is a penguin.
Fact: RSVP is actually a French abbreviation. It stands for repondez s'il-vous plait, meaning respond, please.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)