Wednesday, January 26, 2011


Growing up, I was a nerd. Ok, I still am and will probably always be- but I used to be much, much worse! (I looked for photographic proof, but sadly I believe they are casualties of the great moving truck wreck of 2010)

My nerdiness peaked in middle school. I was scrawny with gangley limbs. I had the big, purple framed glasses. I had the gross, dry lips that kids get with braces. My hair was LITERALLY the color of dirty dish water. My favorite (and probably worn multiple times a week) pants were lime green plaid, that yes, I had made myself.

I was bad. We are talking the epitome of dorkiness, people.

Add to the already bleak equation a gorgeous, popular older sister who all the guys were in love with.

To say I craved attention would be the understatement of the century. In an attempt to get some attention, I did something unspeakable. I am pretty sure I have never actually admitted this to anyone.

The yearbook contest for the "bests" of the year was in full swing. We had a few days to sift through the masses of our grade, and determine whose eyes truly were the best, whose lips formed the best smile, etc. Which 2 people in 7th grade had the best sense of style. It was a tense time in Lansing Middle School!

I desperately wanted to win something, anything. I knew the chances were slim. I needed to take things into my own hands. Somehow, I managed to score a couple extra ballots and went to work. I put my name down for EVERYTHING! I even remember trying to change up my handwriting on each one, so no one knew it was me. Then I nonchalantly stuffed them into the ballot box.

I thought I had succeeded, and was sure I was a shoo in for at least one award. Imagine my surprise when a few days later, one of the popular girls on the year book staff pulls out a few of my ballots at the lunch table, sets them out for everyone to see and everyone looks at me for an explanation.

I freeze, terrified as I realize my blunder. I don't know why I thought the ballots would be a secret. Somehow, in all my sneaky ways, I didn't realize it would be my peers that would be counting the votes!

I believe I muttered something about having some sort of creepy stalker, which I am certain no one believed when they saw the shade of red that my face had turned.

So why am I admitting this now?

It is so my friend Haley knows how truly honored I feel that she awarded me the Stylish blogger award. Thanks Haley!

And so here are the rules:

- Thank the person who gave you the award

- Share 7 facts about yourself

- Award 7 new bloggers with the award (and comment/tweet them so they know they've won!)

1. I can't lie. It's not that I don't ever have the urge to lie, just the inability. My face turns red, I sweat, I stutter, I can't make eye contact. I guess in the long run it is a good thing, but boy, it would come in handy sometimes (refer to above story).

2. I can never get myself to look like I want. Does that make sense? When I am getting ready I have an image in my mind of what I want to look like, and the end result is always just a little off.

3. I have to drive with my hands at 10 and 2:00. Sometimes I can relax if I am in a small town, on a side road, with no other cars in sight. However, as soon as another car comes into view, its right back to 10 and 2. Jared says I look like I am going through drivers ed. The other week I threw out my shoulder driving in bad weather because I was so tense. THREW OUT MY SHOULDER...what am I, 82 years old?!?!?!

4. I struggle to wear heels. I hate it, because I love heels. I think they are cute, and make legs look amazing, but I look like I am walking on stilts if I wear them.

5. I don't know what I look like. Like I will see someone and ask Jared if she looks like me (because in my mind she does), and he looks at me like I am crazy. I don't know how it is possible, I see myself everyday...

6. I am positive I have ADD. No, really, I think I do. I have to focus really hard on listening to what people say to really hear them. I also start talking, then forget what I am saying, or go off on another tangent alot. It makes me an awkward conversationalist sometimes. Either I am too focused on what you are saying to think of a response, or I am just speaking jibberish and not making any sense. I wonder if you can take Ritalin while nursing?

7. I want lots of kids. Like tons of them. I don't want to be pregnant that much though. I am thinking about having quadruplets a couple of times, then calling it good. Great plan, right?

I will now pass the award on, I hope you appreciate it as much as I do (without an embarrassing story to back up your gratitude : )

1. Brooke M.

2. Ami M.

3. Adriane R.

4. Sheena R.

5. Jacquie B.

6. Lori F.

7. Cynda J.

(some of you I didn't do because you are doing a challenge where you have already done facts about yourself)

Good luck, friends!

Wednesday, January 5, 2011


A few days ago my friend Lizzie wrote a quote on her blog that I have been thinking about. "A goal not written is only a wish."

I have never been big on setting (much less writing down) New Years Resolutions. However, there is A LOT I need to work on.

I figured if I was going to do it, it needed to be something cute that I could hang up and it not be an eye sore. So this is what I came up with.

I have a few categories so it doesn't just seem like a huge list. Physical and mental is for stuff like losing baby weight, exercise and not rotting my brain via excess computering. Spiritual is the personal goals, like prayer and scriptures. Then there are goals I have for strengthening our family.
I believe potty training Kerrigan falls into all the categories...
Then I made a slightly more manly one for Jared. Notice the Zig Zigler quote...Jared is a huge Ziggy fan.

Anyways, I was going to try to make a link so you could download and print them off if you want (not that they are anything special, just thought I would offer), but I am a complete computer if you want the file email me and I can send it your way.
Happy New Years!