So much to talk about, so little time

Thursday, December 18, 2014

I feel like I've been gone forever, and I kind of have. I read and comment on blogs regularly but I've been neglecting my own. This season of life has been an interesting one for me and blogging has just not made it to my priority list. So what's been going on...
I turned 23, work has been crazy, I started doing yoga, our house is all decorated and cozy for Christmas,  I've been cooking a lot, my house is a mess still and life is crazy.
Each of those could probably be their own post, but let's just wrap it all into one.
My birthday was amazing. I spent time with family, had a great meal and got to eat cake. Win, win, win. Also, I received the Lisa Leonard handmade nativity I've been swooning over forever.
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I got an Amazon gift card for my birthday as well, so I ordered a bunch of ebooks and a yoga mat. I have been wanting to try yoga for stress/anxiety relief for a long time but I was surprised that the benefits have gone far beyond my expectations. I've only been doing it for a few days and I'm only using YouTube tutorials, but so far so good!

I love Christmas. People that say you can't decorate for Christmas before Thanksgiving are just Negative Nancys in my book. The way I see it is if someone enjoys something (like I enjoy having Christmas decorations up) who is to say they can't enjoy that thing for as long as they want? Seriously, people who judge are straight-up joy stealers. Don't get me wrong, I love Thanksgiving. But the holiday season is all wrapped in one to me. And if that's wrong, I don't want to be right.

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As far as cooking goes, I literally hand my husband my laptop open to my Pinterest food board and tell him to pick out 2-3 new recipes every weekend. Then we shop for the necessary ingredients and I spread them all out throughout the week. We've had many successes and a few failures (I'm looking at you, crockpot lasagna), but it's really breaking me out of my comfort zone.

Now when we bought our house, I told you all it was old. We've been slowly (I mean really slowly) painting and updating. We moved in July 29 and have so far put in a patio and painted our living room. Not so great for being there almost five months. In an ideal world, I was hoping for a room a month. Well, this weekend Cam got this surge of motivation and started our guest bedroom. It was slow coming, but progress is progress! I cannot wait for my house to be put together. Really, it's driving me (and my OCD) absolutely up the still unpainted wall.

A new struggle

Friday, November 21, 2014

Lately things have been really good. I honestly don't believe it's a just a depression upswing, I think I'm actually doing better. Work is great, my marriage is really improving, new and healthy friendships are blossoming and overall I just feel happy. It's a big change and I feel like myself again after so, so many years with a cloud over my head.
Unfortunately, last weekend a new bomb was dropped, one I knew was coming but still wasn't ready for.
Back in June of 2012, I wrote this post when we found out my uncle had cancer. We didn't know how long he had and my uncle didn't want to find out. The doctors were never able to find the origin of his cancer so treating it was difficult. Radiation, chemo, etc. droned on, with the cancer coming back each time, usually bigger and stronger.
About a month ago we were at my grandma's for her 97th birthday party (she's a tough/awesome old lady). My uncle was there for about 30 minutes and visibly exhausted and in pain the either time. He walked in, sat down, moved to another chair to eat and then left. It was hard seeing him that way.
On Saturday he went to the hospital for chest, abdominal and hip pain (his hip has been the biggest problem area since the beginning and he has a lot of trouble moving, walking, sitting, really anything, because of it). The doctors found a number of tumors on his spinal cord putting pressure on a lot of different areas. They're radiating to attempt to shrink the masses hoping to alleviate some of the pain, but not cure anything.
Our family combination Thanksgiving/Christmas (we call it Christ-giving. Sound nice, doesn't it?) was planned for this Saturday. Even though no one will say it, we combined them because we don't know how much longer he'll have. My uncle and his wife planned a big, fancy, catered party sort of as a last hurrah, I think. But because of his week-long radiation treatments, it's been cancelled.
I'm not sure what it was about that cancellation for me, but all of the sudden his death became a reality. He's been sick and suffering for a long time, and there have been a few close calls where my mom told us to "prepare," but it's not any easier.
What complicates it all is Kelsey's death. To recap, my best friend died in 2008 of Addison's Disease, a one-in-a-million autoimmune disorder no one knew she had. It was heartbreaking, life altering and sudden. I didn't see her death coming, but with my uncle's I do.
Dealing with death this way is hard. I don't know how to handle the fact that it's coming, inevitably. "Giving it to God" is a lot easier said than done, especially when It consumes every other thought in my head.
I'm not writing this for pity for myself, but maybe some advice and prayer. Prayers for my uncle's pain, prayers for my family and myself. I'm not sure what will happen, or if it will happen anytime soon, all I know is we need a miracle.

Our Love Story pt. 3

Monday, November 17, 2014

Our high school is kind of unique in the fact that prom is held at the school. The junior class spends their freshmen and sophomore years running concession stands at football and basketball games to raise money. We then vote on a theme. That particular year it was hollywood blockbusters. 
Everyone who wants to help (which everyone does because you get out of school all day the Friday before) picks a committee and decorates from the front doors to the cafeteria/stage area. It's a serious undertaking and everyone takes in super seriously. But every year everything turns out great. 
Prom from that year. Me and my sister on the left, my date on the right
So he spent the weeks leading up to prom trying to talk me out of going. But the guy I was going with was a friend, it wasn't a "date" at all. We were just going together. I think he was just uncomfortable with me going with another guy, being that he didn't know my date.
The day before prom we were working out butts off. I was the head of the front hall committee, which is actually a lot of pressure because it's the first thing everyone sees when they walk in. There was a lot of parents helping that evening, including my mom. Somehow I managed to sneak out and swung a ride on the bike. He brought me a sweatshirt and I wore it back into the school after, not even thinking that my mom would question it. I made something up and she accepted it, but I knew I didn't wanna keep things a secret for much longer.
The night of prom, I left my phone in the car. After prom, we were heading to a friends house for an all-nighter with a bunch of people. We watched movies, ate junk food our moms made us and probably didn't fall asleep until dawn.
What I didn't realize is that night Cameron was waiting in the parking lot to see me when I left the dance. 

It's been a while//15 things

Friday, November 14, 2014

So last you heard I was heading into surgery. Despite it having been three weeks since I posted, I am alive and well and the surgery was fine, but things have been busy since then.
Ten minutes post-wisdom teeth removal. Because I promised.
Since I've been gone for a while, I figured I'd post 20 things that have been going on lately/you should know about. Enjoy!

1. I dislike politics. It makes my being a journalist difficult during oh, say, election season. Thank goodness they're over for a few months.

2. My daily routine is so boring. Wake up, get ready for work, work, come home, shower, make dinner, read/watch tv/read blog, sleep.

3. My two dogs, Trigger (4) and Bo (6 months) are my life. I call them my fur babies. Trigger is a lab/beagle mix who basically looks like a lab but is beagle-sized. Bo is a full-blooded silver lab.

4. We bought our home in July and are in the process of revamping the inside. Not big renovations, just paint and flooring, mostly.

5. My biggest pet peeve is wet socks and pant legs. 

6. Recently I decided to be happy. If you know anything about me, you know I've struggled with depression for a long time. I've tried battling it a number of ways, but making a concentrated effort to be happy is my latest tactic.

7. I am an on-air news reporter for three radio stations in my hometown. I love my job and it makes going to work very enjoyable!

8. Cameron and I got married on Feb. 15 and have sincerely enjoyed our first nine months of marriage.

9. I am the oldest of four kids. I am 22, my sister Merredeth is 21, my brother Cole is 20 and Olivia is 17. Four kids under five!

My family! Merredeth, Cole, my mom, Cam, me, my dad and Olivia
10. Feed me anything Italian and I'll love you forever. My love for pasta runs deep.

11. Cameron and I dated for almost five years before we got married. At about year three we decided we were ready for marriage, but wanted to wait until I graduated.

12. I've been working really hard on cooking more lately. I cooked every now and then while living at home with my family, but wasn't something I did on a regular basis. Same with Cameron. Now we realize either we cook, spend money on takeout or don't eat at all. Vicious cycle, really.

13. Reading is my favorite past-time. I don't have many other hobbies. I read in bed, in the car, while traveling, on the beach, anywhere and everywhere.

One of my favorite honeymoon stops, Mahogany Bay.

14. I don't drink coffee. I'm probably one of the few journalists in the world that can say that. In fact, I don't drink much caffeine at all. I prefer clear pop (like Sprite), but I would take a Gatorade, V8 or Arizona fruit punch over any kind of pop any day.

15. Fifteen is my lucky number, hence me ending with 15. Remember in school when they would number you in class? I was always 15. The day we just so happened to want to get married? 15th. That particular number has followed me around my entire life, so I've embraced it as my own.

Surgery Day (boooo)

Friday, October 17, 2014

Today is the day. I will have my first surgery in my 22 years. Long story short, I have really terrible TMJ, and none of the typical treatments seem to help at all. It makes talking for a living so fun (sarcasm).
So, as a semi-last ditch effort, my wisdom teeth are being removed to see if they're impacting the nerves at all. There may also be a little bit of nerving rearranging should this be the case.
As far as I know it's going to be a pretty routine removal, save the fact that they're still super impacted in my jaw. The wisdom teeth themselves aren't causing me any pain because they're coming in ironically. My dentist think they're causing me pain because they haven't. Strange.
Anyway, this post it scheduled for 9:30, which is the exact time I should be getting a nice, big whiff of laughing gas. If you could pray for me for a simple, routine surgery and a quick recovery I'd most definitely appreciate it! Hopefully I'll have some attractive chipmunk cheek pictures to share after :)