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Month: August 2008

Teddy Bear, Teddy Bear

Teddy Bear, Teddy Bear

This is our birthday present to my mother. Happy Birthday Mom/Grandma.

We really did practice all week. And if the video looks orange, it’s because the walls are orange.

Funny Dream. Ha ha.

Funny Dream. Ha ha.

Last night I dreamt that Micah was appointed President of the United States. It seemed very arbitrary for “them” to choose him and yet it made absolute sense as well. Soon after we were informed of his new position we got on a plane. Micah sat across the aisle from me and I sat next to . . . Hillary Clinton. Her first question: “So, what does your husband do?” It was an awkward moment to say the least.

It’s a Go

It’s a Go

Apparently all it took was a little group therapy via the blog for me to push through the wall. I sat down and finished the pitch that had been going through my head since June, sent it in and within a few hours got a positive response. I’d been telling myself for months that they would be foolish to reject my pitch, and now I feel a little silly that it took my so long to actually do it. I’ll let you know if/when my story actually runs.

It's a Go

It's a Go

Apparently all it took was a little group therapy via the blog for me to push through the wall. I sat down and finished the pitch that had been going through my head since June, sent it in and within a few hours got a positive response. I’d been telling myself for months that they would be foolish to reject my pitch, and now I feel a little silly that it took my so long to actually do it. I’ll let you know if/when my story actually runs.

Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps

Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps

I’ve had a brain cloud for the past few days. I’m blaming it on the end of summer. Not that I am sad to see the summer go, because I’m not. I am really excited for the cooler weather, the changing leaves, and more importantly for my last semester of school to start so that it can, 14 weeks later, end. (Not that I’m counting down or anything. I love school. I do.) But it is the end of summer and I had some goals for myself that have not really been fulfilled, and the fact that I still have a week left to do them is of little comfort to me.

My plan this summer was to take a class, find a new apartment, move, visit my family, spend some time relaxing and learning how to be a mom, and get my freelancing going a bit more by pitching stories and working on my website. I did take a class, we moved, I went to Utah, and I know more about being a mom to a 16-month-old than I did three months ago. I worked on my website a little bit and it is coming along, but I haven’t pitched any stories and I don’t know why. I don’t think I am afraid to do it, and I know I have some good stories that I could make some money off of, but whenever I sit down to actually make it happen I am hit with a wave of . . . something. Something that makes me think it isn’t important to do that right now. Something that makes me think that planning meals and making a shopping list is what I really need to be doing (even though, as I’ve said before, it pains me to do such things). Perhaps I just get distracted whenever I sit down at the computer. Perhaps I am out of the writing/reporting groove and in a rut. Or perhaps it really isn’t the time for me to be doing this right now. Perhaps I need to focus on my family and my education right now and not worry so much about launching my writing career. Perhaps I am trying too hard to live my life all at once.

I don’t know what the deal is, but this week I am going to make one more effort to get some stories pitched. Hold me to it. I’ll report back later.

"It was a dark and stormy night."

"It was a dark and stormy night."

Four years ago today it was my dad’s birthday, the Athens Olympics were in full swing, and Micah asked me to marry him. So, Happy Birthday Dad, way to go Michael Phelps, and please indulge me while I take a trip down memory lane.

When we met, Micah had plans to move back to Ohio at the end of the summer and then go on to New York City to find a job. But that didn’t happen. Obviously. I threw a wrench in his plans (he was kind enough to reciprocate — which is why I did not serve a mission). We started dating with the express understanding that we had a limited amount of time. In two months Micah was moving away, and I would get my mission papers. Within a few weeks we began to reconsider the break-up plan and started considering other options. I bought a plane ticket to Ohio and we decided that we would enjoy ourselves as much as we could until our time ran out. And then we would choose either to go our separate ways or buy some more time together.

The moment of engagement was a rather quiet affair. No roses, no ring, nobody in the bushes waiting to serenade us. I’d spent the week with Micah’s family in Ohio and the two of us had decided on Thursday night as the big night. We went to dinner at P.F. Chang’s, and then started walking around town, as was our habit. I don’t remember exactly, but I’m almost certain we would have been barefoot, both carrying our sandals in our free hands. I also don’t remember what we talked about as we walked, but we walked for a long time. It had looked like it might rain, but by the time it got dark we still hadn’t felt a drop, so we just kept walking and talking. Then, as we were passing the library, it started to rain. We ducked under a tree and got right down to business. What were our options again? Micah would go to New York and get a job. I’d go on a mission. It would be over between us. Or we could stay together. We’d probably get married. I believe Micah’s exact words were, “Hypothetically speaking, what would you say if I asked you to marry me?” I gushed about how I thought we’d be great together, how I felt more myself when I was with him than I ever had before, how I would say yes. And so, having ever so subtly ascertained my opinion on the subject, he proceeded to his next question: “Well, then will you marry me?”

We savored the moment until the rain stopped, then went to Graeter’s to get some of the most delicious ice cream in the world (I got raspberry with chocolate chips). Micah called my dad to give him the news (You’re going to have a son-in-law!) and to ask him if he would agree to such a thing.

It was as close to a perfect night as I could have hoped for.