Okay, does anyone else check out their blog statistics? One of my favorite features is looking at search terms people enter to get to my site. My favorite one from this week was "tyler glenn chest hair." How in the world did someone get my blog from that search term?
So I have a question for you out there: whether you're a friend, a family member, or someone who googled "Nate Ruess laughing" and got my blog instead. What are some of the crazy search terms that lead people to your blog?
Friday, July 29, 2011
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
New Post Over at the Pendletones.com
I'm slowly phasing out this blog. So if you follow this blog, go ahead and change the address to Pendletones.com. You'll be glad you did.
While you're there, revel in the differences between Zach and me.
While you're there, revel in the differences between Zach and me.
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Wedding Dress Help
Tonight, the wedding dress consultant got mad at me for not having a dress picked out yet. The problem is that I have all the odds stacked against me.
* I need a modest dress with sleeves
* I want a dress to fit in with the classic vintage (1920s)theme
* I need it to be in my size (I currently fit into wedding dresses from sizes 8-14)
* I need a dress that looks good with my body type (probably the hardest one to satisfy) A-line and Empire waist types look best on me (It has to fit my larger chest, small waist, and hide my enormous hips)
* I don't want to spend a fortune
So...does anyone have any suggestions? Or does anyone know someone who has a spare wedding dress lying around that might possibly match that description?
I'm freaking out here.
* I need a modest dress with sleeves
* I want a dress to fit in with the classic vintage (1920s)theme
* I need it to be in my size (I currently fit into wedding dresses from sizes 8-14)
* I need a dress that looks good with my body type (probably the hardest one to satisfy) A-line and Empire waist types look best on me (It has to fit my larger chest, small waist, and hide my enormous hips)
* I don't want to spend a fortune
So...does anyone have any suggestions? Or does anyone know someone who has a spare wedding dress lying around that might possibly match that description?
I'm freaking out here.
Check Us Out!
Okay, I know it's in its infancy stage right now, but I'm too excited that it exists to even wait for it to look perfect. So everyone go check out my new blog at Pendletones.com
Leave us a comment and tell us what you think!
Leave us a comment and tell us what you think!
Monday, July 11, 2011
McKinney Falls
A couple weekends ago, my sister's family and I went park hopping in Austin. Our first stop was McKinney Falls State Park. When we're not in the worst drought in South Texas history, there are actual running waterfalls and natural springs where people swim.
Although it was probably beautiful when there was more water, it still was fun.
There were these neat bridges, tall trees, and ancient caves where native Americans used to live.
But the highlight was the friend we met in the visitor's center. Don't you just love her hair?
Although it was probably beautiful when there was more water, it still was fun.
There were these neat bridges, tall trees, and ancient caves where native Americans used to live.
But the highlight was the friend we met in the visitor's center. Don't you just love her hair?
Monday, June 13, 2011
Motivation
I want to lose weight.
Diet, exercise, rinse, and repeat. I get it. But today I learned the most inspiring way to lose weight.
TRY ON WEDDING DRESSES.
Nothing makes me feel gross and smushy more than trying on a wedding dress and realizing I'd like to be about four sizes smaller. So if I keep it up and try on one wedding dress a day until I get married, I may actually drop four sizes. Here's to hoping.
Diet, exercise, rinse, and repeat. I get it. But today I learned the most inspiring way to lose weight.
TRY ON WEDDING DRESSES.
Nothing makes me feel gross and smushy more than trying on a wedding dress and realizing I'd like to be about four sizes smaller. So if I keep it up and try on one wedding dress a day until I get married, I may actually drop four sizes. Here's to hoping.
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Newly Engaged Debut
My nephew, Christian, is a novice producer. He's learning a lot of things, most notably how to work a camera. But he also wrote a comedy sketch featuring Mrs. Smith (an intelligence tester at school) and Stewart (a less-than-intelligent student). If you can forgive the shaky camera work, I think it's pretty funny.
This was also filmed about 24 hours after Zach and I got engaged.
Enjoy:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z7a01uuwh08
This was also filmed about 24 hours after Zach and I got engaged.
Enjoy:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z7a01uuwh08
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Tulips Are My Favorite Flower
...and Zach is my favorite man.
(Behold Zach. I tell him he looks like a muppet. This picture proves that I'm right.)
Zach and I have been friends for almost two years now. It was a cordial friendship while I cycled through dating several different men. Those guys were great, and I never planned on dating Zach ever. Then something happened to Zach where he got his heart broken in a really big way in December. We were studying for finals together when things were falling apart, so I tried my best to make every experience positive for him--as positive as studying about marijuana distributors and cocaine addicts could be (It was criminal procedure, guys. Not my choice).
When we came back from the break in January, I continued to spend time with Zach, hoping to help him recover and hoping to help him not lose faith in dating or women or both. In the process of serving him, listening to him, and understanding what he was going through, I started to develop strong emotional connections with him.
Zach became an even better friend. We started dating. Although it was slow and casual, my care and concern for him and his well-being deepened. I got to know not just the "crisis-mode Zach" but the fun Zach, the silly Zach, the rapper Zach, the wicked smart Zach, the thoughtful Zach, well you get it--the many sides of Zach.
(We went on our very first road trip to Vegas. Think Hangover combined with That Thing You Do. That was our trip.)
(And we went to the Beatles LOVE show.)
It was wonderful to learn about him, to serve him, and to become so close to him, but at the same time I was constantly getting bogged down by external forces that made me doubt and question daily whether we should be together.
(An acrostic I wrote on my doorstep before one of our dates.)
Then something serious happened. Because these experiences are so special to me, I will leave most of them off this blog, but I just want to touch on some of them. My mission president said some things at the mission reunion in early April that really struck me. He also said some pretty profound, even prophetic things. That experience, coupled with a few more during General Conference weekend, led me to the largest, cheesiest display of affection I have ever undertaken.
I wrote down 100 things that I love about Zach, coupled them with a note, placed them inside a case with a bass guitar (he plays bass), and left it on his parent's doorstep where he was staying that weekend.
A few more things happened, and I realized how much I loved Zach and how patient I was willing to be for him to do the things he needed to do to figure out his life--to get back to normal and to be happy again. I decided not to care about any external factors and just to focus on loving Zach and showing him the respect and patience he deserved.
(This was a pivotal night--a day that will live in infamy.)
Over time, though, I realized that resolve was harder to keep than it was to say. And another wonderful guy came into my life who was ready to date me, to commit to me, to serve me, and to love me, without the constant relationship-nurturing that it seemed our relationship required.
I was happy in my new relationship, but I never felt the deep, abiding connection that I did with Zach. From the moment I broke up with Zach, Zach had begun an elaborate scheme to try to "win me back." Yeah right, I thought. He had his chance. I was convinced that this was "crisis mode" behavior--that he was acting on impulse and that he was not really like this.
I didn't speak to him for a week. His friends, his family members, and our mutual friends sent sincere and heartfelt text messages and gchats my way about how hurt he was and how I needed to at least talk to him. And I felt bad for Zach. So I did just that.
I talked to him. And we spent time together. Then we talked some more. Days passed. After I realized he hadn't gone crazy but that he had just realized a little slower than me how strong his feelings were, we continued to date.
And I have never been happier. I was always happy with Zach before, and I loved him just the way he was, but now when I see the Zach who actually reciprocates feelings, I am blown away. He is the world's biggest sweetheart. And the funny thing is, I didn't even need or expect a sweetheart. I just wanted a really close friend.
Luckily Zach is that and so much more.
(He took me to Thanksgiving Point's Tulip Festival after finding out that tulips were my favorite flower.)
(Sorry for the sap. I just thought I talk a lot about the drama of dating that it's time for me to be a little vulnerable and actually share a sweet story.)
(Behold Zach. I tell him he looks like a muppet. This picture proves that I'm right.)
Zach and I have been friends for almost two years now. It was a cordial friendship while I cycled through dating several different men. Those guys were great, and I never planned on dating Zach ever. Then something happened to Zach where he got his heart broken in a really big way in December. We were studying for finals together when things were falling apart, so I tried my best to make every experience positive for him--as positive as studying about marijuana distributors and cocaine addicts could be (It was criminal procedure, guys. Not my choice).
When we came back from the break in January, I continued to spend time with Zach, hoping to help him recover and hoping to help him not lose faith in dating or women or both. In the process of serving him, listening to him, and understanding what he was going through, I started to develop strong emotional connections with him.
Zach became an even better friend. We started dating. Although it was slow and casual, my care and concern for him and his well-being deepened. I got to know not just the "crisis-mode Zach" but the fun Zach, the silly Zach, the rapper Zach, the wicked smart Zach, the thoughtful Zach, well you get it--the many sides of Zach.
(We went on our very first road trip to Vegas. Think Hangover combined with That Thing You Do. That was our trip.)
(And we went to the Beatles LOVE show.)
It was wonderful to learn about him, to serve him, and to become so close to him, but at the same time I was constantly getting bogged down by external forces that made me doubt and question daily whether we should be together.
(An acrostic I wrote on my doorstep before one of our dates.)
Then something serious happened. Because these experiences are so special to me, I will leave most of them off this blog, but I just want to touch on some of them. My mission president said some things at the mission reunion in early April that really struck me. He also said some pretty profound, even prophetic things. That experience, coupled with a few more during General Conference weekend, led me to the largest, cheesiest display of affection I have ever undertaken.
I wrote down 100 things that I love about Zach, coupled them with a note, placed them inside a case with a bass guitar (he plays bass), and left it on his parent's doorstep where he was staying that weekend.
A few more things happened, and I realized how much I loved Zach and how patient I was willing to be for him to do the things he needed to do to figure out his life--to get back to normal and to be happy again. I decided not to care about any external factors and just to focus on loving Zach and showing him the respect and patience he deserved.
(This was a pivotal night--a day that will live in infamy.)
Over time, though, I realized that resolve was harder to keep than it was to say. And another wonderful guy came into my life who was ready to date me, to commit to me, to serve me, and to love me, without the constant relationship-nurturing that it seemed our relationship required.
I was happy in my new relationship, but I never felt the deep, abiding connection that I did with Zach. From the moment I broke up with Zach, Zach had begun an elaborate scheme to try to "win me back." Yeah right, I thought. He had his chance. I was convinced that this was "crisis mode" behavior--that he was acting on impulse and that he was not really like this.
I didn't speak to him for a week. His friends, his family members, and our mutual friends sent sincere and heartfelt text messages and gchats my way about how hurt he was and how I needed to at least talk to him. And I felt bad for Zach. So I did just that.
I talked to him. And we spent time together. Then we talked some more. Days passed. After I realized he hadn't gone crazy but that he had just realized a little slower than me how strong his feelings were, we continued to date.
And I have never been happier. I was always happy with Zach before, and I loved him just the way he was, but now when I see the Zach who actually reciprocates feelings, I am blown away. He is the world's biggest sweetheart. And the funny thing is, I didn't even need or expect a sweetheart. I just wanted a really close friend.
Luckily Zach is that and so much more.
(He took me to Thanksgiving Point's Tulip Festival after finding out that tulips were my favorite flower.)
(Sorry for the sap. I just thought I talk a lot about the drama of dating that it's time for me to be a little vulnerable and actually share a sweet story.)
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Grades
I will be so happy for the day that my performance and success in life is results based and not grades based. When I write appellate briefs, I want the outcome to be my client winning the appeal, not receiving an A- in drafting. When I become a mother, I want my teaching techniques to my children translate into well-mannered and educated offspring, not a B+ in Child Development.
But until that day, it's nice to see straight As on my transcript from last semester, if only for a small while.
But until that day, it's nice to see straight As on my transcript from last semester, if only for a small while.
Monday, May 16, 2011
Fame and Fortune
Hello Internet,
I have a nephew.
He is pretty neat.
He's only 11 years old,
But he's 100 percent sweet.
He likes to learn new stuff
and finds it rather fun.
Instead of getting dirty
he likes to get things done.
So he and his best friend
Made a film called World War 3
Then they made a commercial
And sent it along to me.
He said he wants to be famous
And fame equals a youtube view
So if you love me or him or youtube
You'll click below to make his dreams come true.
Thank you. Love, Sara.
Christian's Commercial--Click here
P.S. I'll post World Ward 3 when it becomes available on DVD. Check back soon.
I have a nephew.
He is pretty neat.
He's only 11 years old,
But he's 100 percent sweet.
He likes to learn new stuff
and finds it rather fun.
Instead of getting dirty
he likes to get things done.
So he and his best friend
Made a film called World War 3
Then they made a commercial
And sent it along to me.
He said he wants to be famous
And fame equals a youtube view
So if you love me or him or youtube
You'll click below to make his dreams come true.
Thank you. Love, Sara.
Christian's Commercial--Click here
P.S. I'll post World Ward 3 when it becomes available on DVD. Check back soon.
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