Wedding, wedding, wedding!!
That's all I seem to hear anymore! I think I'm losing it. Of course, at the beginning of the engagement I was so excited to plan our wedding. Seriously, I have no clue how anyone could stand to be around me (thanks for hanging in there with me guys!). I feel bad for MIL. She had to not only listen to me, she had Krazy to listen to, as well.
As soon as Fiance & I found our venue, my picture perfect wedding came to my head effortlessly. I knew my colors, decorations, feel, music, outfits, everything. Krazy was a different story. While I had colors picked out, and was trying on every dress at David's Bridal, Krazy wouldn't pick colors til she found her dress (to be honest, I don't think she ever went dress shopping in person) and wouldn't pick a dress until the next Hailey's Comet came and the President did the Funky Chicken.
Krazy and I didn't talk much about our own weddings to each other. I don't know about her, but I didn't tell her much details because she had this tendency to try and one up people. We chose June, and suddenly she tried to change her August wedding to May. HAHAHA, nice try girlie, but FIL said "no" to you. She may have had the Church reserved, but that's A-ok by us!
Then came a quiet period. No biggie, I was too. I didn't want to get burned out too early on planning so I took a break for the summer. So I figured Krazy did, too. Ooohh, she took a break alright. I wish I remembered how we found out. Our family told us one helluva story, and one of my close friends told us the same story. Grab some popcorn and sit back. This is what daytime television is made of:
Krazy was in a local wedding (not too much of a shocker considering the bride had more bridesmaids than Fiance has cousins (trust me, thats a lot!). Krazy, Bonehead, and their daughter had great time, drinking, eating, and dancing. I guess Krazy got a little too crazy and let that dress go to her head. Come to find out, Krazy gave her number to another wedding go-er and not with innocent intentions. No one in the family had seen them "over" so fast! I don't think it was 1wk before they had their things split and moved out. It was odd, there felt like the family was stronger then. All supporting our Middle Bro. She's never been welcome in TheInlaws home since.
Middle Bro spent a long time living with his parents, but him and Roomie (ExRoomie?!) are both living together down the road from us. Krazy's been absent from our lives for the most part. Middle Bro meets Krazy to pick up his daughter, but she's never been around Fiance and I.
But ya know, it's pretty damn awesome when I get a phone call from a friend with the best damn information about Krazy...
Monday, April 30, 2012
Monday, April 16, 2012
Long Story for a Long Family Trip
Jumping a few months ahead, we reach the summer. Last summer was abnormally chilly (80s, not 90s or 100s), but we were in our only heat wave and it was finally hot. The InLaws invited all the kids and significant others to the place they were staying at, at Lake Chelan. Roomie and Bossy were in Montana for some softball tourney. So Krazy, Bonehead, and their daughter drove up to our house, and we all loaded up in our truck (guys, I love our truck. The back seats recline a little!) with the boat in tow, and we drove up to Chelan.
The condo was a little cramped with 6 adults and a 2yo. We settled in for the first day and everyone was getting a routine down. We were all pumped to go out on our small boat the next day. The weather was supposed to be hot with hint of a breeze.
The next morning lunches were made, hair was pulled back, everyone had swim suits on. Krazy was going for the neon 90s look and was doing that stupid self portrait every girl seems to do on Facebook.
To MIL and I, it appeared that Krazy was pumping herself up to go boating. She's never been on our boat. Her daughter scares VERY easily. Just put a sleeping dog next to her and watch the reaction. You'll agree if you've seen it. Anyways, Krazy is same way. She'll pretend she's excited to try something new but we all know it'll be hell. We weren't even going to do anything fun anyways. There were too many people (3 with very bad backs, let alone the toddler), so all we were going to do was putt around and do very easy tubing.
We make the long trek down to dock and wait our turn to unload (it was our first boat launch with only ONE ramp). It was still early-mid morning and we were all sweating. It was going to be a hot one and that warm, clear lake water was going to feel good!
The condo was a little cramped with 6 adults and a 2yo. We settled in for the first day and everyone was getting a routine down. We were all pumped to go out on our small boat the next day. The weather was supposed to be hot with hint of a breeze.
The next morning lunches were made, hair was pulled back, everyone had swim suits on. Krazy was going for the neon 90s look and was doing that stupid self portrait every girl seems to do on Facebook.
To MIL and I, it appeared that Krazy was pumping herself up to go boating. She's never been on our boat. Her daughter scares VERY easily. Just put a sleeping dog next to her and watch the reaction. You'll agree if you've seen it. Anyways, Krazy is same way. She'll pretend she's excited to try something new but we all know it'll be hell. We weren't even going to do anything fun anyways. There were too many people (3 with very bad backs, let alone the toddler), so all we were going to do was putt around and do very easy tubing.
We make the long trek down to dock and wait our turn to unload (it was our first boat launch with only ONE ramp). It was still early-mid morning and we were all sweating. It was going to be a hot one and that warm, clear lake water was going to feel good!
This water is crystal clear. That was probably about 40-50feet deep. Freaking beautiful!
We go out to a clear, calm spot to float (about 10-15mins out) and Krazy starts complaining. She's hot. She doesn't feel good. I mentally tell her that she shouldn't have sprayed the entire tanning oil bottle on her before we got out here. Everyone tells her she's probably dehydrated and too much sun (really?!). Krazy refused to drink water. Refused to dip her feet in the water to cool down. Fiance asked if she wants to go back to the dock and go back to the room. She said yes, but didn't want everyone else to be dragged down with her. Fiance very loud and clear when he assured her, no the group wasn't going in. Just her and our niece. :)
Ya know, it was amazing how much more fun we had once she went in. Everyone stayed hydrated and got in the water when they needed a quick cool down. We kept our heads covered. We tubed. The boat took on some more water than normal BUT we had way more weight in her than normal. But she ran wonderful!! FIL and Bonehead were incredibly sore after tubing (bad backs) but you can tell they had a blast.
Ya know, it was amazing how much more fun we had once she went in. Everyone stayed hydrated and got in the water when they needed a quick cool down. We kept our heads covered. We tubed. The boat took on some more water than normal BUT we had way more weight in her than normal. But she ran wonderful!! FIL and Bonehead were incredibly sore after tubing (bad backs) but you can tell they had a blast.
We all went out for dinner that night. It was a fancy place and if we lived closer, I would've loved to get married there. I simply cannot explain how beautiful it was. Everyone was on their best behavior. Except Krazy got a little too loopy and didn't try very hard to keep the mouth filter on. I can't remember exactly what was said but there were a few times MIL and I exchanged concerned looks.
After that day, Krazy was quiet. She slept most of the way home. She didn't say anything really brow-raising. But she never seems to stay that way.
Bummer.
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
A Change of Epic Proportions
As of today, I have 3 days until Easter is here, and Lent is over. For me, this means I can have my Facebook account back (yay!). Ya'll on Twitter know I'm beside myself with excitement and something huge is here. But it's so much bigger than Twitter. This needs to be logged in a book somewhere. No better place than here, right?
So I'm taking a 'break' from work (because for first time in over a week I actually have work to do) to bring this most glorious news:
[Ahem]
I, Dory, and Fiance, are pleased to announce that our home will soon be housing two humans, not three!! [Insert fabtastic happy dancin here] Roomie got an awesome apartment with an amazing view (better than ours!) just a few blocks down.
I cannot express how estatic we both are to finally be able to live together, alone. It'll be hard financially for a bit, but I think it will the most gratifying broke we'll ever be.
:)
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Monday, March 12, 2012
It's Baby Season!!
The rush to get the nursery done, baby showers, the "oh crap, what are we in for?", and the excited announcing. All part of Baby Season. It's not a time of year. It's a few years of your life. It comes at different times for everyone but it normally happens in your twenty-somethings. And if you're not pregnant, a friend of yours is, and you get a nose dive lesson into being supportive.
February was an exciting month (ok, more like week) because we had 2 couple-friends give birth to healthy babies. One week it was twins, and the next week it was our close friends new son. (so excited for them all!) I have a feeling that we will be bringing diapers as gifts instead of beer. As long as we get our baby fix, it's totally ok with us (at least for me!).
I told you February was an exciting time, but it was also a very emotional/insightful time. So along with all the wedding stresses, Fiance was about to come off Winter Shift (nights) and merge back into days, and we were sort of pushed into having potential life changing talks. Nothing bad, just about how insane it is that our friends are getting married, having kids, raising families, starting their lives. We may not make the greatest of incomes but if the stork decided to drop a present at our house, then we think we could shuffle a few things and provide the best life we could manage. Between being alone 3/4 of the week, and Roomie's new girlfriend bringing up last years memories, I found myself thinking more about Krazy.
It was last year at the InLaws house. The men in the living room watching some sport, of course. The women were in the kitchen and the tv room that's adjacent to the kitchen. MIL and I were at the far edge of the kitchen. Roomie's girlfriend at the time (I think Bossy is an appropriate name), and Krazy were in the tv room. Krazy had a glazed look over eyes as she watched her daughter and Bossy's daughter play together. Krazy told Bossy that she and Bonehead were going to start trying for a boy here very soon (her timeline conflicted with her wedding, btw. Keep that in mind with this Catholic family) and asked Bossy when she and Roomie will start trying. Bossy looked at Krazy like she had grown a second head. Bossy informed Krazy in a not so subtle tone, that theres no way she and Roomie could afford a second child (2nd for her, at least) and they weren't anywhere near that point in the relationship.
I believe MIL & I were trying our damndest not to bust up laughing.
I wish I remembered the words Bossy and Krazy exchanged, but essentially Bossy got Krazy to STFU. I think then Krazy knew a few things on where she stands:
February was an exciting month (ok, more like week) because we had 2 couple-friends give birth to healthy babies. One week it was twins, and the next week it was our close friends new son. (so excited for them all!) I have a feeling that we will be bringing diapers as gifts instead of beer. As long as we get our baby fix, it's totally ok with us (at least for me!).
I told you February was an exciting time, but it was also a very emotional/insightful time. So along with all the wedding stresses, Fiance was about to come off Winter Shift (nights) and merge back into days, and we were sort of pushed into having potential life changing talks. Nothing bad, just about how insane it is that our friends are getting married, having kids, raising families, starting their lives. We may not make the greatest of incomes but if the stork decided to drop a present at our house, then we think we could shuffle a few things and provide the best life we could manage. Between being alone 3/4 of the week, and Roomie's new girlfriend bringing up last years memories, I found myself thinking more about Krazy.
It was last year at the InLaws house. The men in the living room watching some sport, of course. The women were in the kitchen and the tv room that's adjacent to the kitchen. MIL and I were at the far edge of the kitchen. Roomie's girlfriend at the time (I think Bossy is an appropriate name), and Krazy were in the tv room. Krazy had a glazed look over eyes as she watched her daughter and Bossy's daughter play together. Krazy told Bossy that she and Bonehead were going to start trying for a boy here very soon (her timeline conflicted with her wedding, btw. Keep that in mind with this Catholic family) and asked Bossy when she and Roomie will start trying. Bossy looked at Krazy like she had grown a second head. Bossy informed Krazy in a not so subtle tone, that theres no way she and Roomie could afford a second child (2nd for her, at least) and they weren't anywhere near that point in the relationship.
I believe MIL & I were trying our damndest not to bust up laughing.
I wish I remembered the words Bossy and Krazy exchanged, but essentially Bossy got Krazy to STFU. I think then Krazy knew a few things on where she stands:
- She's too bat shit crazy to care for a second child
- She doesn't need a second child when they struggle that much for their only one
- Our family doesn't want a second grandchild...that way.
- A baby doesn't solve relationship problems.
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Double Dog Dare
This won't be a story about Krazy. This one's about me. It doesn't define who I am, but it does make me, well, me.
I have a bone disease. Fibrosis Dysplasia. Don't try and look it up. This disease isn't necessarily a disease, but it's the best my Doc could label it as. It's a mix of two different conditions. My femurs (thigh bones guys), wrists, and elbows are weak. The bones aren't solid like they should be and are very easily broke. My wrists and elbows aren't a concern. The problem was my femurs. My left femur was very bowed in 2 ways: it bowed up, and out. My right femur (if I understand correctly) had the bigger area that was "thin."
I was diagnosed when I was 3 years old. I had tried to crawl out of my crib and gotten my foot stuck, and broke my ankle (foot? hell, I don't know). When my young mom took me to the hospital, she was incredibly lucky and the doctor had known who to refer me to. He had seen 1 other case before and knew of the best doc on this side of the country. His name is Dr. Ernest "Chappie" Conrad. We would become very close the next 15years. I had a biopsy when I was about 3yrs old; a stainless steel rod in right femur in 2nd grade; titanium rods, pins, and screws in left femur 3days after I turned 13yo; and then replaced my stainless steel to put in the titanium rod in my right femur when I was 16yo.
I could go into more details but I don't want to. I'm not ashamed, or trying to hide it. I'm just too damn excited for whats next.
Again, I was never shy or ashamed of my scars. To be honest, I forgot most of the time that I had them, even during summer. Once I had gotten old enough to fully embrace God's Gifts, I made a fun game with myself. I know when someone looks at my scars (when I'm not looking other way) and then I love to see who will actually ask me about them. I am truly estatic when someone asks. I know they had enough balls to approach a (more often than not) perfect stranger and ask what happened. But when I'm with friends or family, people tend to ask them. Yeah, it's fine and probably more "polite" but thats not how my game plays.
That brings us to now. About 3wks ago, I had an idea and before I lost my own cajones, I put it in motion. Instead of waiting for someone to see my scars and wonder if they should ask, I figured I should help them decide:
What this picture doesn't show, is my 2nd grade scar and 16yo scar (they were overlapped).
I got a tattoo (thank you Matt Brown for your patience!) that says "Dare to Ask"
I want people to ask. I'd love to tell them. Even if they don't, I still got a badass tattoo under my gnarliest of scars.
So that's my story and I'm stickin' to it!
Thank you to Matt Brown at Parkway Tattoo!
I have a bone disease. Fibrosis Dysplasia. Don't try and look it up. This disease isn't necessarily a disease, but it's the best my Doc could label it as. It's a mix of two different conditions. My femurs (thigh bones guys), wrists, and elbows are weak. The bones aren't solid like they should be and are very easily broke. My wrists and elbows aren't a concern. The problem was my femurs. My left femur was very bowed in 2 ways: it bowed up, and out. My right femur (if I understand correctly) had the bigger area that was "thin."
I was diagnosed when I was 3 years old. I had tried to crawl out of my crib and gotten my foot stuck, and broke my ankle (foot? hell, I don't know). When my young mom took me to the hospital, she was incredibly lucky and the doctor had known who to refer me to. He had seen 1 other case before and knew of the best doc on this side of the country. His name is Dr. Ernest "Chappie" Conrad. We would become very close the next 15years. I had a biopsy when I was about 3yrs old; a stainless steel rod in right femur in 2nd grade; titanium rods, pins, and screws in left femur 3days after I turned 13yo; and then replaced my stainless steel to put in the titanium rod in my right femur when I was 16yo.
I could go into more details but I don't want to. I'm not ashamed, or trying to hide it. I'm just too damn excited for whats next.
Again, I was never shy or ashamed of my scars. To be honest, I forgot most of the time that I had them, even during summer. Once I had gotten old enough to fully embrace God's Gifts, I made a fun game with myself. I know when someone looks at my scars (when I'm not looking other way) and then I love to see who will actually ask me about them. I am truly estatic when someone asks. I know they had enough balls to approach a (more often than not) perfect stranger and ask what happened. But when I'm with friends or family, people tend to ask them. Yeah, it's fine and probably more "polite" but thats not how my game plays.
That brings us to now. About 3wks ago, I had an idea and before I lost my own cajones, I put it in motion. Instead of waiting for someone to see my scars and wonder if they should ask, I figured I should help them decide:
What this picture doesn't show, is my 2nd grade scar and 16yo scar (they were overlapped).
I got a tattoo (thank you Matt Brown for your patience!) that says "Dare to Ask"
I want people to ask. I'd love to tell them. Even if they don't, I still got a badass tattoo under my gnarliest of scars.
Before:
During:
So that's my story and I'm stickin' to it!
Thank you to Matt Brown at Parkway Tattoo!
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
I Died...Then I Came Back
I knew I was totally slacking on my blog, but didn't know it was to the point I had to reread my prior posts! Yikes! I'm sorry I haven't posted anything. I've been thinking about it, I truly have! I'm at a standstill, a brick wall perhaps. I have a story I really want to post but its so far towards The End, I don't really feel like I should tell it so soon. But right now, I have things I feel I need to address. Mainly because I'm tired of my brain reminding me to post it while I'm in the shower. (Seriously, what is it about the shower that makes my mind think of shiz like I'm on crack?!) (I've never done crack).
First off, for those who follow me on Twitter, I've been posting a very vague hashtag #somethingupmysleeve. I can't tell you what it's about yet. But if everything goes as planned, then I should be posting the reveal next Wednesday. A week from today. I know that was such a tease. Trust me, it'll so be worth it. I want to tell you guys! I truly do! But considering the topic, my head, and my feelings on this topic, I need to wait. If you happen to be one of the five people who know, I ask you to please let me do this by myself.
Secondly, a partial reason why I've been MIA (not the singer), is because of the wedding planning. For a few glorious minutes, it looked like this weekend was going to be my first weekend of absolutely nothing planned. Now I'm just hoping plans don't take all day so I can come back home.
Thirdly, shit. I forgot what the third one was. [10mins later, still thinking on what it was] Moving on.
Finally, I want to leave on a Krazy note. Tonight I was at the mall, doing some wedding shopping. I was in Victoria's Secret looking at all the fun swim suits! It's a terrifying sight to see me in one, but the colors are just too fun! I was holding a bikini top I thought MIL would like (oh! They get back from vacay this week!!) and remembered a Krazy story. Fiance and I were at the InLaws house for gawd-knows what. Let's see... I was still skinny so about 1-2.5yrs ago. That sound good? Good. Well, when we got there MIL was pissed and let me tell you, it's rare I see her like that. Turned out that Krazy and Bonehead asked MIL to watch their baby while they went and partied at the river. By now, it was already a pattern that InLaws watched our Niece while Bonehead & Krazy played. I guess Krazy didn't haveenough swimsuits (you'd be laughing now if you knew better) because she grabbed all of MIL's bikinis, cover ups, and matching sandals. MIL had planned on going swimming at her Dad's house that afternoon. For some unknown reason, she didn't feel comfortable swimming with her Dad and a baby in a skimpy swimsuit. Remember, MIL would let us borrow anything if we had asked. If Krazy asked beforehand, MIL would've loaned her cover ups and sandals. But MIL doesn't like sharing swimsuits. I don't blame her. I think MIL got new suits after that. I'll have to check with Fiance, but I also think that was the reason I got a very nice gift in front of Krazy, when Krazy didn't get one. I'll post about that one when I can ask Fiance.
Hope this satisfies everyone for awhile. I'm trying so hard to remember stories of Krazy that are longer than "yeah, she said something stupid and we all stared at her."
First off, for those who follow me on Twitter, I've been posting a very vague hashtag #somethingupmysleeve. I can't tell you what it's about yet. But if everything goes as planned, then I should be posting the reveal next Wednesday. A week from today. I know that was such a tease. Trust me, it'll so be worth it. I want to tell you guys! I truly do! But considering the topic, my head, and my feelings on this topic, I need to wait. If you happen to be one of the five people who know, I ask you to please let me do this by myself.
Secondly, a partial reason why I've been MIA (not the singer), is because of the wedding planning. For a few glorious minutes, it looked like this weekend was going to be my first weekend of absolutely nothing planned. Now I'm just hoping plans don't take all day so I can come back home.
Thirdly, shit. I forgot what the third one was. [10mins later, still thinking on what it was] Moving on.
Finally, I want to leave on a Krazy note. Tonight I was at the mall, doing some wedding shopping. I was in Victoria's Secret looking at all the fun swim suits! It's a terrifying sight to see me in one, but the colors are just too fun! I was holding a bikini top I thought MIL would like (oh! They get back from vacay this week!!) and remembered a Krazy story. Fiance and I were at the InLaws house for gawd-knows what. Let's see... I was still skinny so about 1-2.5yrs ago. That sound good? Good. Well, when we got there MIL was pissed and let me tell you, it's rare I see her like that. Turned out that Krazy and Bonehead asked MIL to watch their baby while they went and partied at the river. By now, it was already a pattern that InLaws watched our Niece while Bonehead & Krazy played. I guess Krazy didn't have
Hope this satisfies everyone for awhile. I'm trying so hard to remember stories of Krazy that are longer than "yeah, she said something stupid and we all stared at her."
Monday, January 30, 2012
Monday Thoughts
I have a few stories to share but I need to sit at a computer. In our house, that's hard. So later this week you'll get a few.
Last week I had posted about Krazy's lyrical FB post. Then Fiance and I went to Hometown to see Bonehead and our Niece yesterday. Fiance let Bonehead know we were close, just in case Krazy was there. We were being nice. We gave a get away opportunity. Krazy never came the entire visit. And we stayed a few hours. Since it was Sunday nigt, Krazy should've been at the house to pick up Niece anytime. We're used to that, no biggie. But then Bonehead said he was meeting her in town at vague place. Anyone else's red flag waving yet?
Oh well. Fiance and I talked while Bonehead was gone. We agreed it was odd, but it was calmer this way. The whole family knows about the potential Krazy invasion. We know how she is. We're also confident she knows she's not welcome. Fiance was glad he didn't have to see or talk to Krazy. I was glad, too, but lil bummed we couldn't say anything at the same time. Fiance got a kick out of that because that's just not my normal self. Not at that house.
So, Krazy never appeared this weekend. Bonehead knows we're going to be there next weekend, too. If Krazy decides to choose that day to make an appearance, it won't end nice. She'd be a piece of meat, walking into lions den. And she knows it this time.
I'm excited for Super Bowl Sunday now. :)
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