tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88532267777725624822024-03-13T08:25:57.872-07:00The Everyday AlbumThe Everyday Albumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02408397957736650819noreply@blogger.comBlogger110125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8853226777772562482.post-76385213395511727652013-08-23T12:44:00.001-07:002013-08-23T12:57:46.608-07:00the fair.Would you believe I had never been to the OC Fair before I met Tim? I remember the first summer we were dating and we hung out in the middle of the day. He had this idea to take me somewhere he thought would be fun, and he did not tell me where, which drove me crazy. I still remember pulling up at the OC Fair and being so excited because I had never gone before. Since that first year, we have gone every year since, and it's a great tradition.<br>
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Tim's favorite part of the fair is the garden. I am not sure how, but this guy has grown quite the green thumb. For him, it seems like the most exciting thing about buying a house in the future is being able to grow his own garden. I think it's so great. I picture us eating fruits and vegetables from our garden in the future, and Tim teaching our children about growing plants.<br>
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Other highlights of day included watching a watermelon eating contest, seeing a vendor cut a potato into a rose and give it to Jody, having the BEST mango & strawberry smoothie, and our favorite tradition... the photo booth. It's fun to compare the strip from last year to this years. We took the one last year pretty soon after getting married, and we seemed so young! It's nice to have a year under our belt and to feel like we have really grown.<br>
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The Everyday Albumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02408397957736650819noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8853226777772562482.post-44972111822886925932013-08-19T17:26:00.001-07:002013-08-19T17:26:52.151-07:00a concert in the park. Saturday evening we went to a concert in the park. It was so much fun it made me really sad summer is coming to an end. I love events like this so much. Plus, we were seeing The White Buffalo, and it was free, so you really cannot beat that.<br />
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We got there super early to save good spots on the grass and brought a picnic, which was really great. Tim and I got a cute picnic basket for our wedding and I am so glad we registered for it because it is so fun to use! Picnics are our favorite, and it was fun getting to catch up with Tim's sister and just relax together.<br />
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Tim especially loved this concert because there were not two hundred sweaty people crowded in a hot bar fighting to get close to the stage. For most of the show, we sat on the grass, and since we had a good spot, it was plenty close to the stage. After hearing more songs, I had to go stand by the stage with some other people who were dancing because it's basically impossible to sit down while listening to the buffalo.<br />
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I hope we get to do the same thing next summer. It was totally worth it if you live in the Orange County area.The Everyday Albumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02408397957736650819noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8853226777772562482.post-71509291501636009402013-08-15T09:59:00.000-07:002013-08-15T09:59:33.413-07:00Food adventures<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
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Then we realized we did not have a wok and the eggs turned out funny and the oil was popping and burning my skin. And suddenly I did not want pad Thai because I was convinced it would suck. I am sometimes an awful pessimist even though I claim not to be. I am glad Tim always wants to see things through and is the opposite of me in that way. </div>
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Since we did see it through it was actually a pretty tasty meal. We didn't cook the noodles long enough so they kind of stuck together but the taste was great. That's all that matters to me...</div>
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And because I have nowhere else to put this story... Isn't it funny when you have known someone a long time and find out something new about them that blows you away? I have been with Tim over six years and last night he was laying in bed a funny way and I noticed that this guy has a ton of moles on the back of his right leg. Super strange story I know. But it excites me to think that there is still so much I have to learn about Tim. </div>
The Everyday Albumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02408397957736650819noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8853226777772562482.post-75532655638294711562013-08-14T11:17:00.002-07:002013-08-14T11:17:33.231-07:00Tim's first day.Last Wednesday was Tim's first day at Boeing. Well, technically, it was not his first <i>real </i>day because he was just signing paperwork and doing orientation stuff and getting a name badge. But I still went with him to support him and make sure he got there on time and we thought it would be fun to have a lunch adventure afterwards. Our plan was to find a new place in Long Beach and spend the day exploring.<br />
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It really seemed like a solid plan at the time. Then I realized I'm not that good at adventure. At least, I'm not that good at lunch adventures. I envisioned we would look up a local restaurant and go! When in reality it was not so smooth... I looked for the local places, but nothing sounded that great, and who knows if it's really good, you know? Also, we are both pretty indecisive people. Tim was driving and I was looking up places, asking him, 'Does this sound good?' And he would shrug and say, 'Yeah, that's fine with me.' [There have been many a fights over neither of us being able to decide what to do. Really.] So I get frustrated because I assume nothing sounds good to Tim, when in reality, he's just the easiest guy to please. It's rare that he's actually craving something very specific. Most of the time, anything sounds good to him.<br />
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Long story short, we landed on a teriyaki place that had good reviews. It was pretty good! Tim was not that impressed, but I would definitely go back. I got the chinese chicken salad and Tim got the teriyaki chicken. It was fun to pull off a lunch adventure and I hope in the future I get better at it.
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<span style="text-align: left;">*Also, because I am such a proud wife I had to take a 'first day of work' picture of Tim. My sister, Emily, said it looked just like the 'first day of school' pictures my mom would take of us every year, which made me laugh. It's true. But I am so proud of Tim. He's only been in the field a year and now he is working at Boeing! What an accomplishment! I do not know anyone else who has known what they wanted to be since they were a kid. It's impressive to me how he has known his goal for so long and has worked so hard to get there. Besides that, he works so hard to take care of our little family and prepare for the future. I am so proud to be his wife. </span></div>
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The Everyday Albumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02408397957736650819noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8853226777772562482.post-88491529292277106202013-08-01T08:00:00.000-07:002013-08-01T08:00:07.488-07:00a post about cake.Not many people know this about me, but I am a sucker for traditions. I love them! When Tim and I got married, I wanted to have even more traditions because we were creating our family. Christmastime was peppered with questions from me like, "Should we do this with our kids?" and "Wouldn't this be a fun tradition?" It's exciting to think of having traditions when we have kids.<br />
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So, I've known about the cake tradition for a while. You know, that you are supposed to save your cake topper from your wedding and eat it together on your first anniversary. And boy, I was <i>on board</i>! Because I love traditions, and you know, cake. Cake would be a main food group if I was never concerned with calories.<br />
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My mom had saved our cake topper in her freezer, so we stopped by her house on our way to our anniversary getaway. She had stored the cake topper in one of those old gallon ice cream circular tupperware things. It fit perfectly with little room on each side. From there on, this cake went through a lot. It was kind of a miracle it even made it to our hotel room, seriously.<br />
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First, I didn't even think about the cake melting. It was frozen for a year, after all. I took the lid off while Tim was driving and realized there was water on the top of it. My innocent desire was to get the water off, so I held it out the window and shook it. And then a gust of wind hit and out of my hand the lid went. Great.<br />
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By the time we got it home, a lot of the frosting had just fallen off on of the sides. Lovely. (I did try some of the frosting though and it was delicious.) I decided we should take it to our hotel room in a fancy cake stand. For two reasons, one, I like cake in fancy plates. And two, we had gotten it for our wedding and had not used it yet. So, it seemed like a good plan. But no, again, it was a bad plan. Remember the lid?<br />
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I set the cake stand on the floor while Tim drove. There was one moment where Tim had to stop faster than usual and the cake nearly fell out of the stand. This shows a picture of the side of the cake stand. Oh man.<br />
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Even then, it was not in terrible shape. Sure, the frosting on one side was basically falling off, but the other side looked good! We could make a blog post just showing the good side! Because that's basically what blogging is all about, right? ;) But no, I couldn't pass up the monstrosity of this cake and the experience of eating it.<br />
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We got to the hotel room and it looked like this. Not too bad.<br />
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Buuuuuuut thennnnnnnnnnn, we woke up in the morning and it looked like this. It must have melted a little bit and the top layer was sliding off the bottom layer!!<br />
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Thank God it was our anniversary and we could finally have some of that cake without looking at how ugly it was anymore. It's a little depressing when you have a picture in your head of feeding each other a perfect cake and enjoying it and everything, you know? But then you realize the cake was FROZEN FOR A YEAR, and then you laugh and love your imperfect little cake.</div>
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For all that it went through, it was pretty tasty. I liked it at least, Tim is not a fan of cake. It was more about the tradition for him.<br />
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One of the best parts about going on a mini vacation to Laguna is the public transportation in the summer. There is a trolley that runs all the way down Pacific Coast Highway, and during the summer months, it's free! We parked our car Friday afternoon and did not drive again until Sunday afternoon when we left. It was great because driving in Laguna is nerve-wracking, in any car. (It was especially nerve-wracking when I made Tim drive my manual car a few years ago in Laguna. I'll tell the story another time.)<br />
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I also love the trolley because it has those great gold poles that you hold onto when it gets crowded, and they remind me so much of my time in Italy. There was NEVER any room to sit down on the buses in Italy, Bethany and I always stood and held on for dear life.<br />
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On our anniversary we got breakfast in bed, which was the best idea ever (except that we woke up earlier than we anticipated and had to wait an hour and a half, since we thought we would sleep in.) Casa Laguna has won awards for their breakfasts, and it is fun to be able to choose from different options than the last time we were there. Tim ordered the french toast and I got lemon waffles... both were great.<br />
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Saturday we walked down PCH and went down a random street to hang out at the beach. It was overcast the whole weekend, so we were not that interested in swimming at the beach, but we did have a picnic and explored a little.<br />
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This was the view from our room. It was so beautiful. </div>
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After dinner, we went back and read books outside together. Obviously, we have very different taste.<br />
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I did not know where to put this photo, but I wanted to remember it. Friday night we went to the grocery store and bought food for the rest of the weekend. I love that Tim insists on carrying everything and is always thinking of me before his sore arms. He is the sweetest. And so handsome.</div>
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The Everyday Albumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02408397957736650819noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8853226777772562482.post-76742392605228363742013-07-30T10:26:00.003-07:002013-07-30T10:28:35.007-07:00birthday & anniversary weekend, part 1. I would highly recommend to anyone getting married the day after your birthday. It has worked wonders for me, because before I was never that excited for my birthday, and now it feels like a celebration weekend. Admittedly, I have only had one so far, but this one was pretty great.<br />
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We started my birthday with a picnic in the park and Panera. Judging by how many times we have gone in the last month, I think it is safe to say this our favorite casual lunch place to eat. We went to a park down the street where we had never been before. It's lovely, but the ducks are weird. They ate none of our bread! We didn't like that much, but it was still fun having a picnic and getting to talk in the middle of the day on a Friday. Tim was very happy to stay home from work.<br />
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Later we drove to Laguna Beach to stay at Casa Laguna, where we spent our first night as married folks. We hope to go back every year for our anniversary, but it is ridiculously expensive, so maybe that will just be a dream. Thank god for babysitting money and etsy money and all the extra stuff I do to get money. We had an ocean view room, which was pretty amazing! From 5-7 every day is 'wine and cheese hour.' Every day they have a different array of cheeses, wines, fruits, and crackers. I tried manchego for the first time and I loved it. (So much so, that I am really missing Cortina's right now... October 15, hurry.)<br />
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For dinner we went back to Thai Bros., the place we had been together on our honeymoon. We also decided this was to be a tradition for every anniversary, and we were so serious about it, we had not been back since our honeymoon (even though the food was ridiculously good.) However, after eating there this time, Tim said we probably won't be able to wait until our next anniversary to go again. It's THAT good, friends. I could eat it every day, probably.<br />
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Walking back to our hotel that evening was lovely. Laguna in the evening is so beautiful. It's what Bethany would call 'The Magic Hour,' and it was so magical. Just check out this great picture. I'm pretty proud of it. We love taking walks together, and it was nice to know we had a whole two days left to just be together.</div>
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I have never been a huge fan of July 4, but this one was everything I wanted. We relaxed at my aunt's house in Dana Point and just hung out with family, catching up on each other's lives. Plus, my nephew was there and he's pretty much the cutest boy ever. I love seeing his personality develop because he is so funny!</div>
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...there never is a dull moment with this one.The Everyday Albumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02408397957736650819noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8853226777772562482.post-39685654275040047502013-06-25T13:23:00.001-07:002013-06-25T13:23:17.058-07:00a weekend wedding.Last Saturday we went to the wedding of friend of Tim's from childhood. Since I didn't know how long it would take us to get there, and I always multiply what I think it will take by three (I really don't like being late) we got there super early! Luckily, I had left my Polaroid camera in the car, so we had some fun taking pictures. We started out just smiling, and then we got silly. By we, I mean me.<br />
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The wedding was really beautiful. One reason I love weddings is because they are all so unique. It was a completely different wedding than ours, but still so fun and uplifting. Also, the groom's family is from Iraq so their family dancing was very similar to the Greek dancing, which is the best thing to watch!<br />
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It was a really fun wedding, and it was great to hang out with Tim's sister and mother. Plus, I enjoy dressing up and seeing my man in a tie. He's pretty hot.The Everyday Albumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02408397957736650819noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8853226777772562482.post-24460442471250206122013-06-17T14:01:00.001-07:002013-06-17T14:01:54.779-07:00a good day for bowling. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The Everyday Albumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02408397957736650819noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8853226777772562482.post-12976478724403702182013-06-12T09:33:00.000-07:002013-06-12T09:33:01.448-07:00the 100th post is about a sister sleepover!It makes me happy this is our 100th post. I remember being so excited to get engaged and start a new blog and it has been a lot of fun so far. Tim and I are currently working together to redesign the blog, which I am super excited about too!<br />
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A few days ago Bethany and I had a sleepover at her place in Laguna. The whole time felt like a small vacation. Her and her husband's apartment is so small and quaint and always has the best decorations. Plus, they live across the street from Thousand Steps Beach, so we spent time there, reading and talking about life. I am so thankful for Bethany because we are similar in a lot of ways, but she still challenges me to be the best person, wife, and Christian possible. I always feel affirmed and positive after I leave hanging out with her. Not to mention, I feel inspired creatively whenever I am with her!
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She is an artist in every way, especially in cooking. She whipped me up two of the best meals I have had in a long time. Check out this lunch! Made with ciabatta bread, cream cheese, tomato paste, different exotic tomatoes, onion, truffle salt, avocado, olive oil, and probably tons of little things that I am missing. It was absolutely delicious.<br />
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It's funny to remember that three years ago at this time we were in Italy together. It was where our friendship really blossomed and where we became real friends... the kind you talk about honest feelings with and understand each other's sense of humor. It has been the best getting to know her as my new sister and having another newlywed to talk to about marriage things. I always enjoy being around Bethany.The Everyday Albumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02408397957736650819noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8853226777772562482.post-48414833785430250352013-06-05T09:57:00.000-07:002013-06-05T09:57:00.333-07:00The Greek FestivalA few weeks ago we went to The Greek Festival with Jody and Bethany. I look forward to it every year! Six years ago, I went to my first greek festival with Tim. We had not started dating yet, but it was after we went to prom and we were very obviously interested in each other. He called me after work and asked if I wanted to go with him, his sister, and some work friends. I had never eaten Greek food and at that time, I was not adventurous with new food choices. However, I would have done anything to be around Tim, so I agreed to go. This was also the first time I met Bethany, and little did I know she would end up being one of my best friends and sisters!<br />
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We still laugh about a memory at the first Greek festival I went to... Bethany had bought some Greek food (the name escapes me, but it was some type of leaf wrapped over rice, I believe.) I knew Tim liked spontaneous and adventurous women, so I decided to take a bite when he offered me one, even though it looked horrible. It ended up tasting as bad as I had anticipated and I wanted to spit it out, but I never wanted Tim to know I hated it, so I kept a straight face. He still laughs at how much I would do to try and impress him, and every year we go back he asks if I would like one. No thanks.<br />
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<br />The Everyday Albumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02408397957736650819noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8853226777772562482.post-82739352247956273612013-06-03T08:50:00.001-07:002013-06-03T08:50:07.409-07:00Disneyland.Our friends gave us Disneyland tickets for our wedding and we were really excited to go! However, with school being so busy, we had completely forgotten about them until recently and thought they had expired. We got lucky and saw they expired on June 9, so Tim decided to take Friday off and we went as a 'I'm done with school forever' celebration.<br />
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I swear, Disneyland was so good to us, way better than I ever expected. We never waited for more then 20 minutes on a ride (Tim swears we waited 45 for Star Tours, but I don't believe him. Maybe it just never felt like more than 20, which is good!) Also, Tim wore his Star Wars t-shirt and had no less than 30 people making a comment or smiling at him with a chuckle. One guy read every emotion to his son, another worker called over three different people to read Tim's shirt. It was hilarious because Tim is not used to getting so much attention from strangers.<br />
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My favorite 'ride' by far was going in the canoes. Tim swears this has been at Disneyland forever, but I have no recollection and I had definitely never been on it. It was so much fun!</div>
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We spent most of the morning and afternoon at Disneyland, then came back home to have dinner and watch Pirates of the Caribbean. We made it through half the movie and then decided we wanted to go back at night when it was cooler (hot weather makes us cranky.) Disneyland at night was even better! My feet were not hurting and everyone was watching shows so we hit up three rides in less than 2 hours. It was great.</div>
The Everyday Albumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02408397957736650819noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8853226777772562482.post-84670306507539784852013-05-22T10:40:00.000-07:002013-05-22T10:40:59.725-07:00I can't think of a title to adequately convey my happiness. <div style="text-align: center;">
This is the face of the girl who finished graduate school on Monday. I had Tim take a picture soon after I was done because I wanted to remember every part of how I was feeling. I think the smile says it all. </div>
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Tim knows me well. As soon I was done, he asked, "So what are we doing?!" He knew I would want to do something to celebrate even though it was 9 PM and there weren't many options. We toyed around with a few ideas, but nothing sounded good. I didn't need something epic, I just needed something to really remember the night. Suddenly, a trip to the beach felt perfect. Tim is so good, he was up for anything. </div>
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I owe a lot of my success in this program to Tim. I remember after two weeks into the program Tim came over and I bawled in my room to him about how I could never do it, it was too much work, the papers were too difficult, I sucked at social work, my teachers were mean, blah blah blah. He asked me if I wanted to quit and I said yes, I absolutely wanted to quit. I really didn't know if I could do it anymore, and it had only been a few weeks. He was part of the reason I persevered, and with his encouragement I made it through. </div>
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I also owe a lot to Margarita, who I became instant friends with at orientation and had ALL twenty classes together. We were great at presentations and encouraging each other to avoid procrastination, which hardly ever worked. I love her very much.</div>
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What is really funny is after I made friends with a new group of girls (Shannon, Melanie, Shelley, Michelle, and Jeanette) I found out that they all had the same experience as me the first few weeks. We laughed about how we had cried nearly every day and drank lots of wine those first few months. And we all made it through! Their encouragement and laughter kept me going.</div>
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While we drove to the beach I looked at Tim and said, "I don't think I have ever been so proud of myself." It's true. I set a goal and made it through and I am damn proud. </div>
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A while back, a piece of garlic we had started to sprout before we could use it. So, I figured I'd plant it and see what came of it.<br />
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Now, this was a regular size garlic clove that I had planted. I watered it and watched it grow, tending to it and researching when the best time to harvest the garlic. I eagerly waited and watched as the outer leaves browned - a sign the harvest was upon us.<br />
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I finally pulled my little onion (garlic is in the onion genus, <i>Allium, </i>since, if you are like me, it would eat at you to not know what that genus is). What I found was instead of a nice bulb, fit for a dish, I found this little tiny thing! It is a fully grown, miniature garlic!<br />
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Sometimes in life, you try really hard to accomplish something and all you are left with is a freak - but a freak that you love...<br />
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-TimThe Everyday Albumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02408397957736650819noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8853226777772562482.post-83708156079364514742013-05-06T09:11:00.000-07:002013-05-06T09:11:03.424-07:00marriage is growth. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I am sitting here with a cup of mint tea, listening to the rain outside, which always seems to elicit introspective blog posts. Bear with me.<br />
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We have been married 9.5 months and it has helped me grow in a way nothing else in my life has. Being married is such a strange and interesting and great and hard and fantastic experience, it's everything wrapped into one big messy bow sometimes. One of the reasons I like to write in my journal is to see the ways in which I have grown and changed over the years. You don't realize the changes over time until you stand back at a distance and see how different you look. Yesterday was a day where I thought, <i>I'm different. I've changed for the better. </i><br />
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Tim and I have always gotten into lots of little arguments. Sometimes while we were dating we would go a month without fighting, and then get into a huge fight, and it just felt like clearing the air or pent up frustration or whatever you want to call it. Since getting married, I often think we fight more and sometimes I feel like it's a bad thing. That is until I realize that we are around each other a lot more than when we were dating, and fighting is NOT A BAD THING. I actually think fighting is a really good thing because it is better than holding frustration in. Also (as Kristiana and Hank explained to me) fighting with your spouse shows that you are willing to be vulnerable in front of them and that you trust them with your honest feelings. I like that.<br />
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I think what can be bad is how people deal with fights or what happens after. When we were dating, the afterwards included me giving the silent treatment and not calling Tim for days (sometimes a week to a week and a half). Basically, being stubborn and waiting for him to come back to me, even though I had probably initiated the fight and kept it going. We fought a lot, but never fought really hard or dirty, sometimes because I was scared to say certain things and push him away. That is the beauty and the curse of being married... you don't worry any more about someone leaving you, but this can also cause deeply hurtful things to be said.<br />
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It's hard to learn the lesson that you may be able to say whatever you want to your spouse, but sometimes it's not about winning a fight, but rather coming out of it and having both of you feel happy and loved. I think it's a lesson I am going to have to learn over and over and over again, but that's also a part of marriage, I think. Yesterday we fought about something stupid, and I felt myself wanting to revert back to my old ways of being stubborn and unforgiving. And then I wondered why I would care to hold onto a fight that was so stupid when I love my husband and I want him to be happy and fulfilled by our marriage. It didn't make sense. I think we both had to go against our instincts to reconnect and apologize and discuss ways which this could be better in the future, but I felt afterwards that I had grown a little.<br />
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Growth comes from looking at the messy stupid awful fights and deciding to wade through the crap instead of run from it. <span style="font-size: x-small;">(Sorry for that mental image, Shawshank Redemption anyone?) </span>The Everyday Albumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02408397957736650819noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8853226777772562482.post-23181564207485015702013-04-22T08:34:00.001-07:002013-04-22T08:34:40.699-07:00because when you graduate, you get your pictures taken.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A huge thanks to Tessa for doing my makeup and taking all these photos! It's nice to have photos that you feel really capture your personality. I love how they turned out and I am so happy that I got a great picture for my graduation announcements. I realized as I was putting these up that Tessa also took pictures for my undergraduate announcements. So, Tessa if I get my Ph.D can I count you in? (just kidding, it'll never happen.)<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">P.s. If you're interested in a compelling read about the rising rates of mental illness in America and the psychiatric drugs that are used to 'cure' them, read Anatomy of an Epidemic. </span>The Everyday Albumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02408397957736650819noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8853226777772562482.post-43161741702736198672013-04-18T09:40:00.000-07:002013-04-18T09:40:11.445-07:00a wednesday walk.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
I don't think there are many things I enjoy more than an evening walk to the Orange circle with Tim. We seem to have the best talks when we are walking. I loved last Wednesday night when we had the time to just wander around and explore. </div>
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We found a great sandwich place that we really want to try. </div>
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I realized I have a huge love for the way the backs of buildings look in Orange. And signs, I just love all signs for some reason. </div>
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We ended the night by finding a cute 50's diner and sharing a peanut butter chocolate shake and fried pickle chips. It was delightful.<br />
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On the way back home, Tim looked at me and said, "We would have never done this on a Wednesday when we were dating." It's true, we rarely got together before 10 PM when we hung out (except Sundays) and by then it was too late to do much of anything, so we would just watch TV or make a really late dinner. It's so nice to take evening walks around Orange. We love our city so much.The Everyday Albumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02408397957736650819noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8853226777772562482.post-33547244756382124892013-04-16T10:20:00.000-07:002013-04-16T10:20:08.053-07:00sister time.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SNULhaofv-g/UW2GqhuzPUI/AAAAAAAABEg/TqsbYWNehkY/s1600/sisters+-+Copy.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="460" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SNULhaofv-g/UW2GqhuzPUI/AAAAAAAABEg/TqsbYWNehkY/s640/sisters+-+Copy.jpg" width="590" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WwiphqbqNaY/UW2GqvveOyI/AAAAAAAABEk/GiXIBRNueqw/s1600/sisters.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="460" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WwiphqbqNaY/UW2GqvveOyI/AAAAAAAABEk/GiXIBRNueqw/s640/sisters.jpg" width="590" /></a><br />
Saturday night all three of us were free to hang out! I can't remember the last time we were all together just to have fun, it seems like the only times we get together are for family events or sometimes at church. Tessa and I drove together to Torrance, which was the best because we had time to talk and listen to good music and talk some more. I always feel inspired when I talk with Tessa, she definitely brings out the best in me.<br />
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After picking up Emily, we went to Emily's church <a href="http://kingsharbor.org/">King's Harbor</a> in Torrance. It was fun to experience a different church than my own and to see how other Christians worship. The message was about spiritual gifts and it made me wonder what my gifts are. I can't say I really know, and it made me thankful that God showed me I need to find them out so I can use them to serve. Overall, the service was really encouraging and uplifting and it was a good way to start our hang out.<br />
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When we got back to Emily's, we cooked a delicious meal together. Asparagus (I am currently addicted), scalloped potatoes, and a delicious breaded chicken Emily found the recipe for online. It's so fun to see Emily come into her own as a cook! She gave us some bread she had made and it was really good. Plus, she made pecan balls for dessert and they were heaven. We ended the night with 500 Days of Summer which is the perfect sister movie.<br />
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We are hoping to make this a monthly tradition, which I hope happens!The Everyday Albumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02408397957736650819noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8853226777772562482.post-12438106637353604802013-04-15T08:21:00.000-07:002013-04-15T08:21:29.449-07:00our date night in fisheye. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We haven't spent much quality time together lately, so Sunday was our day for a date night. We initially planned on going mini golfing and then heading out to dinner, but on the drive home from church it looked like it would rain. We sat at home trying to decide what to do and then both decided we wanted to play tennis instead. I hadn't played in a few years, but I was excited to get back into the game. Tim showed me a tennis court in a small part that is kind of surrounded by a bunch of trees. No one ever seems to go there and the courts are nice and private. It was a lot of fun! </div>
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Then we came home and decided to watch a movie before dinner and landed on How to Train Your Dragon. We both love it and it was the perfect rainy day type of movie. Afterwards we went to a late dinner and talked about our futures. I have had a lot of stress lately about everything coming up so soon in my life and Tim helped me so much by just listening and offering me support. He's good at helping my self-esteem. </div>
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Dinner was awesome even though our server was a little too ambitious. Tim got the usual and I got this apricot glazed chicken with asparagus, broccoli, and tomatoes. It was amazing. </div>
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Thanks for the date night, husband!</div>
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Lately I have been thinking more about the concept of identity and what it means to my. Through therapy I have realized that I never put much thought into my identity. I acted the way I wanted and in whatever way suited my mood at the time. I placed too much of my emotions on how other people saw me. I dealt with difficult situations in the least-awkward way possible for myself. </div>
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I think identity is a fluid concept that can change many times throughout our lives. The newest facet of my identity is <i>wife, </i>and while it is usually new and wonderful it is also hard and downright challenging sometimes too. Maybe in the future some little thing will call me mother, and I will have another part to my identity. </div>
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Part of my struggle now is to repair past hurts and form an identity that is all mine. I think that means realizing what matters to me, how I want to interact with people, the person that I want to be, and the things I want to be important in my life. I feel most of my life things have just happened to me. There is little in my life I feel I have really struggled and worked hard for, besides my relationship with Tim. </div>
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This journey through therapy is a struggle and it's <i>work</i>. Most weeks it is exhausting. But at the same time I feel fulfilled because I finally feel that I am fighting for something in my life. I am fighting for me. </div>
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It's funny, when you get married you think things are going to be so much better than when you date. And they are in a lot of ways, except it seems like you spend WAY less quality time together after you are married. You think, we're going to live together and see each other all the time and sleep next to each other and we're going to spend so much time together you'll get sick of each other. What a myth. It seems like since we have been married we have spent way less quality time together than when we were dating. I attribute it to pure laziness, on both sides. Maybe you think once you get married you have the person, you don't need to go on fancy dates to try and impress each other. Or you are under this ridiculous misconception that quality time is eating dinner while watching TV together--what a bad habit.<br />
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This week was one of the hardest in the marriage department. Communication became the most difficult thing in the world and quality time was not even desired. My therapist says that breaking a negative cycle doesn't happen all at once, it's about changing your actions and choices, <i>one at a time. </i>One of my negative cycles is my lack of communication. It's something I have to consciously work on many times during the day. Saturday I made a choice to apologize to Tim and actively work to communicate how I was feeling. This resulted in spending quality time together for the whole weekend and reconnecting. Sunday we went to dinner and just talked for hours about our lives and how things are going. I am so thankful for a man who is my compliment in many ways. We are not opposites and we are not the same person, he is strong where I am weak.<br />
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I have no idea why I have been blessed with this man as my husband. He is way too good for me. I just hope that by fixing my negative cycles I can be better for him.The Everyday Albumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02408397957736650819noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8853226777772562482.post-85807951234579864862013-02-11T15:00:00.000-08:002013-02-11T15:00:50.142-08:00yum.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I have found the secret to making it through graduate school is having a good long cry at least once a week and brussels sprouts. Lots of brussels sprouts. I have had/will have both today and I am already feeling like a new person.<br />
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*It is also beneficial to have a supportive husband who loves you and wipes up your snot and tells you you're beautiful, even when you cry and look like a sloppy mess.The Everyday Albumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02408397957736650819noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8853226777772562482.post-4266105730684804042013-01-24T12:01:00.004-08:002013-01-24T12:01:50.974-08:00Seattle polaroids around Pike's Place Market<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
My mom got me <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Fujifilm-INSTAX-210-Instant-Camera/dp/B002NUP0D2/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1359057669&sr=8-1&keywords=instax+wide+camera">this camera</a> for Christmas, which was perfect timing because we left for Seattle the day after Christmas. I love all polaroids, but the wide camera is so much fun and you get a bigger picture than with the mini. These photos were all taken in or around Pike's Place Market, the only day we were there that it rained. We loved exploring the market and finding all sorts of interesting places including this huge graffiti wall and gum wall. I had never heard of it!</div>
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