I just sprung up from my seat at the rehab center where I work because I suddenly felt so grateful and happy that I wanted to share. I am the worst and never blog, even though I want to have these memories of this time documented...I'm lazy at best. But tonight, I will, even though it's odd timing I feel the need.
I am so grateful for my life. The election tonight made me think of how everyone was saying "another four years of this?!" and I thought about the last four years and what they have meant to me. I am NOT POLITICAL at all, and this has nothing to do with the president, but the last four years for me have been pretty freaking kick ass. I fell in love with my greatest support and love of my life, I grew in relationships with my family, I became a professional and freaking GREW UP. Everything seems so amplified right now because I'm starting this new job and I have super high highs and super low lows and I cry at least 4-5 times a week (unexaggerated). But it's pretty awesome because it makes me think how much I need the people in my life and how blessed I am to be in this position.
I love my mom. I just saw her cute little posts on pinterest and I thought how cute she is, and how she told me tonight "I think about you all the time when you're at work!" and how nice that is that she cares about me. I love Amy, and Kate, and how they're my best friends and how I can always just hang out with them. And I feel motivated to always be so kind to them because they are so good to me. I love Matty, for all the smart things in his head and his idealism and his big brother talks. I find I miss him when I don't see him for a day or two. I love my Anderson family, what good friends they are and how I feel so loved in their homes. When I heard I'm working Christmas one of the first things I thought was "I'll be ok, Hollie will make a big deal out of it and make my Christmas good."
I am so in love and dependent on Josh and I had no idea when I married him how much I would need him and how much his love would change my life. So cheesy! But like I said I cry a lot lately and this is making me tear up. He is my best best friend and I look to him for everything. I'm so glad he's so willing to give.
This might have been better in a journal entry, in retrospect. Oh well, who reads this junk anyway? I know I sound like everyone else, usually these posts annoy me, and if it annoys you I totally understand.
Back to work.
Tuesday, November 6, 2012
Thursday, July 5, 2012
4th of Jew lie
The day was a success. I ran in the Freedom festival 10K with Matt and Katie and the whole Corrigan fam in the morning. Always a good time. Then I grocery shopped for the first time in months (once again trying to be better in our new apartment) and bought the fixins for an epic flag cake (photos below). Sometimes I am real ambitious with my baking and try something spectacular, which can lead me to epic disappointment and regret. This cake was almost one of these times. While it was baking, I looked in to find it completely unset and spilling over the sides, creating a mini forest fire in our apartment. The smoke detector started screaming and we rushed to open all windows and door and start the fan. In our frantic-ness, Josh stopped and hugged me and told me it was ok and that he was sorry. He knows this scene well. Lucky for my self-esteem, the cake just took 10 more minutes to set up and actually worked. Phew.
We met up with the Anderson's and Bulkley's and had a fourth of July/ Deb Deb's birthday celebration all afternoon with swimming and food and presents. When it got dark Chase and his friends gave us a light show to remember as I worried constantly that a small child was going to get their hand blown off. Josh said I'm such a mom. aka boring. boo.
Happy summer everyone
We met up with the Anderson's and Bulkley's and had a fourth of July/ Deb Deb's birthday celebration all afternoon with swimming and food and presents. When it got dark Chase and his friends gave us a light show to remember as I worried constantly that a small child was going to get their hand blown off. Josh said I'm such a mom. aka boring. boo.
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this is what we looked like yesterday |
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| with the Bulkley's. Pri pri was less than cooperative |
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| Indie is a good poser. We have about 10 similar pictures at her request |
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| Mocha had just smooched them |
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| the infamous cake. yeah I'm wearing boy shorts and I'm not happy about them |
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| 4th of July Princess |
Tuesday, July 3, 2012
new apartment
Sunday was the husband and I's first anniversary. A whole year! It went so quick. It feels like an accomplishment even though we just lived life and it wasn't very hard. I think we passed the first year test with ease.
The anniversary felt extra exciting because we moved into a new apartment on the 30th. So we awoke to the first day of our second year of marriage in a brand new, clean, happy, open, non-attic apartment with a washer and dryer and a dishwasher and a cute lil mailbox and vaulted lighting and room for our kitchen table. Josh lovingly says "it finally feels like a home! Now I know why we were so unhappy for a year!" to which I raise my eyebrows and frown because I had no idea we were unhappy to which he laughs and hugs me and says it was a joke. Gotta keep my eyes on that one.
New apartment really is a real home. It gives me motivation to get off my butt and do all the things I've been neglecting. Like flossing. And decorating. And looking for a nursing job. And finally writing those last thank you notes from the wedding (that's embarrassing). And (obviously) blogging. Old apartment was fine with me being a recluse who watched 3+ Malcom in the Middle episodes every morning in my pajamas while eating Honeycomb or an equally sugary cereal. But new apartment is so much more. For instance, I was doing laundry this morning when I noticed my tummy rumbling. I remembered we had wedding cake (as tradition goes we ate some on our anniversary and the rest was still in the fridge). I pulled it out and sat down with it in my lap, my fork poised to dig in and eat the rest of it in its entirety. But then I looked at these beautiful walls, and felt the cool breeze from the air-conditioner, and heard the fully-functioning dryer working diligently, and I remembered it was 8:30 am and put the fork down. Oatmeal is a better choice.
New apartment expects more of me. I'm gonna try to not let her down.
The anniversary felt extra exciting because we moved into a new apartment on the 30th. So we awoke to the first day of our second year of marriage in a brand new, clean, happy, open, non-attic apartment with a washer and dryer and a dishwasher and a cute lil mailbox and vaulted lighting and room for our kitchen table. Josh lovingly says "it finally feels like a home! Now I know why we were so unhappy for a year!" to which I raise my eyebrows and frown because I had no idea we were unhappy to which he laughs and hugs me and says it was a joke. Gotta keep my eyes on that one.
New apartment really is a real home. It gives me motivation to get off my butt and do all the things I've been neglecting. Like flossing. And decorating. And looking for a nursing job. And finally writing those last thank you notes from the wedding (that's embarrassing). And (obviously) blogging. Old apartment was fine with me being a recluse who watched 3+ Malcom in the Middle episodes every morning in my pajamas while eating Honeycomb or an equally sugary cereal. But new apartment is so much more. For instance, I was doing laundry this morning when I noticed my tummy rumbling. I remembered we had wedding cake (as tradition goes we ate some on our anniversary and the rest was still in the fridge). I pulled it out and sat down with it in my lap, my fork poised to dig in and eat the rest of it in its entirety. But then I looked at these beautiful walls, and felt the cool breeze from the air-conditioner, and heard the fully-functioning dryer working diligently, and I remembered it was 8:30 am and put the fork down. Oatmeal is a better choice.
New apartment expects more of me. I'm gonna try to not let her down.
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