Katie and Cam

Sept

2012-02-06T09:06:00.000-08:00

You know when people say "Ugh, so and so just puts up pictures of her baby now. Lame. Not following her blog anymore."?? Um, ok. So you don't like babies? You don't like happiness? You do not enjoy laughing? If you saw a playpen full of little puppies you would have the urge to set it on fire? Your last name is actually Hitler?! Well, go suck on lemons. You are not welcome here.

I think I have my target audience now.

A few Saturdays ago was the Free LA Museum day: Cam and I were both pretty excited about this because we are nerds and LOVE museums. We hit the MOCA downtown and were not disappointed.

Did not know they had a Pollock!! Cameron and I could not contain our joy and amazement; Joshua could not contain his boredom

Rothko's make me warm and tingly--(don't be a pervert!)

Love all 3 things in this pic

Yay! Walt disney Concert Hall.

I pretty much felt like screaming/falling down and worshipping when I saw the majority of the art at the MOCA. I also felt like a smarty pants when I could guess which artist painted what. The Security guards were impressed. Actually, they were impressed by my baby and not by my undergraduate humanitas skills.

I just love happy babies

Little man has been falling asleep on all fours with his little bum in the air. Such a cutie.

Uh...cutest tush on the face of the planet?!

I love bath time. You know why? Because Joshy is so content for 30 minutes. That means I can fall asleep with my eyes open on the stool next to the tub. Sweet relief.

In the grocery store the other day, a young grandmother approached me and said "what is it with little boys and overalls, it is just too adorable." I wholeheartedly agree.

He had a look of such pure joy that the camera could not capture it.

I kinda look like a chola, but I did my makeup and was wearing heels so I needed to capture the moment

yay! we love each other!..(while he's trying to twist out of my arms and fly towards Cameron.)

I think I have more fun with Joshua's blocks than he does.

Look at my little chunk man! Right after his bath.

Happy Birthday Nana!!! Sorry we posted this a week late

So, at seven months Joshy pants is sitting up, inch worm crawling (make the sound "eee uurrr eee urrr" in your head and that is how he crawls) being a happy boy, being a sad boy with 2 teeth in and more on the way. He loves getting attention more than anything in the world. So if you're in town stop by and give him loving!!!

Favorite color: Doughnuts

2012-01-21T21:10:00.000-08:00

I'm sorry guys, no pics this time.

But can I just say something? Is it ok for me to get a little political? Can I be open and frank about whats going on with the Republicans?

Cam and I watched some of the Republican debate a few nights ago. Be proud, because I actually sat through the majority of the debate: usually I cringe every .5 seconds, get up and pace around the dining room (haha, I should say "dining area"), attempt to sit and watch, get annoyed and then continue to pace. I just, hmm...I just hate politicians. I see them as slimy and skeezy and obnoxious in every way possible. I feel less dirty watching slutty mud wrestling than watching politicians debate/exist. Too harsh? Refer to paragraph 2.

Lets continue being frank: although hubbers and I view ourselves as moderates we are rooting for Mitt. Are we biased? Oh, of course. But that doesn't mean that we sincerely believe he is the best candidate for the job. I like him. I like his hair. I like his politics. I like that he was governor of Massachusetts and Massachusetts still likes him. I like that people call him a moderate. I like that he took the SLC olympics from way in the red to profitable. I like that he is a family man, and that for the life of the press, they can't dig up any dirty secrets on him. I like that he is a man of faith. But most of all, I like that he is kind and not a total douche. I believe that with the right congress, Mitt could be a GREAT president.*

But then tonight I heard that Gingrich won South Carolina. Holy #$&%. Are you kidding me? Gingrich?! For reasons unbeknownst to me, I despise Newt Gingrich. Oh wait, yeah I do remember why I hate Gingrich. Because he is disgusting. He is the definition of a "good" politician because he is the biggest skeeze on the planet. He cheated on TWO of his wives. He left his first wife when she was battling cancer to be with his mistress. Married the mistress, then cheated on her with another mistress. You know what that tells me? That he has absolutely no self control. For heavens sake if you can't keep it in your pants when your wife is battling cancer, you are the most selfish, horrible human being. Although he did a good job of spinning the media frenzy over his marriage to make them look terrible, no one wants a president who has no self control. If Newt Gingrich becomes president, it is pretty much the equivalent of flushing the country and its reputation down the toilet.

Look I told you I would be frank. And if you are offended because you like Gingrich, then I don't understand why we were ever friends in the first place. Yeah, I'm that serious about it.

Also, my impression of Gingrich is colored because of Conan. One episode Conan was showing facts about each of the Republican candidates and Gingrich's stats were "Favorite color: doughnuts." I died. So now whenever I see Gingrich on TV I keep thinking about how he's an idiot and doughnuts.

And if you were curious here is how I would react to meeting each candidate:

Mitt Romney: I'd give him a high 5, and then a hug.

Rick Santorum: awkwardly smile and then try to melt into a crowd so I wouldn't have to talk to him.

Rick Perry: I would say "Go Texas!"

Ron Paul: Literally every time he opens his mouth all I can say is "Ron Paul Revolution!!!"...and then give him a high 5

Newt Gingrich: Smash a doughnut in his face, and then kick him in his gut.

Michelle Bachman: Say, "girlfriend, I'm really proud of you. We may not agree on everything, and I'm pretty sure you pulled out of the race but good for you for trying. Nice work."

Hermaine Caine: Say, "haha wow! Hermain Caine! what were you thinking with that weird ad?! Good for you for supporting Colbert. yeah, cool...um, I gotta go."

So thats what I'm thinking. I know I'm biased, but either deal with it or go make a holiday wreath.

*I think if Obama had the right Congress, he could've made some powerful change...or been more effective during the economic downturn. I think Obama is a really good guy, and I'm pretty sure the media can't dig up any dirt secrets on him either. And I know saying that I like obama is the equivalent of screaming the f word in a church to some people.

Giggles

2012-01-10T11:31:00.000-08:00

He's practicing his giggles just in time for Nana, Papa, Brett, Cory and Allison's visit to LA.

I know I sound like a crazy person, but my scream sounds louder on the video

This was his first time at the park/first time in a swing. He LOVED it. He also loved watching all the big kids running around

Katy Perry. What? We like to get down.

Christmas eve.

la banane

2012-01-05T18:34:00.000-08:00

Sometimes Josh gets pissed when he can't shove his banana down his gullet fast enough. Sadly, I think he has my temperament.

Mushaboom

2012-01-02T10:38:00.000-08:00

Right before Christmas we got the amazing Jack Rodriguez to take Joshua's 6 month pictures. He is an AMAZING photographer and even better person for putting up with my crap. One more shout out to Erin Kelly for suggesting him. Here are a few of our favorites:

Taylor eyes

Grandpa calls this his "stroke face." Recently he's been doing half smile...which is cute, but it also looks like he had a stroke.

Oh my heavens. Love this little face

So handsome.

Eating the 6 ball because he is 6 months

When Cam saw this picture he said he looked like a chemo patient because you can't really tell that he has hair or eyebrows. I like it because it is typical serious Josh.

OMG. Stop kissing me mom.

We reached the point where Joshua was over everyone trying to get his attention and just wanted to stare at the waterfall we were sitting by.

I love that little boy too much

Merci beacoup Jack!

Oh and Happy New Year!

DGP

2011-12-19T23:31:00.000-08:00

Don't get mad...take my lack of blogging as a sign that I have a life and just be happy for me! So first off, Merry Christmas! Do you want to hear how our Thanksgiving was? I'll just tell you about it in awesome pictures:

Dear Jumperoo--thanks for being a life saver.

This boy loves his Papa

Lucky boy got his daddy's long dark eyelashes. Mom is jealous. So is Mabelline.

We all feel like that some times Joshua. Oh, and Cam, you're cute.

Two super beautiful people

I think this is one of the only pictures I have with just me and Joshy

Giving Nana kisses because he loves her so much

Santa Monica Pier

Cutie. Pants.

If you ever doubted that Joshua and I have the same eyes.

So all in all it was a FABULOUS Thanksgiving with the Jones family. Everyone spoiled us (mainly me) by coming to us in LA and feasting in our little apartment. It was such a blast and we shared lots of love and laughs.

P.S. Go see the muppets movie. It is too awesome to miss

My Big Fat Greek Body

2011-11-16T22:16:00.001-08:00

Ok, so I'm not Greek but it wouldn't have made sense if the title was "My Big Fat Norwegian Body." And no one would have wanted to read a blog post titled that unless you're a real creep.

So what's up with me not complaining about how fat I am anymore?! A few months ago I was reading the ask miss manners section of Real Simple magazine (Warning: I'm going to plug quite a few published works) and a woman asked what she should do about a friend who constantly complained about her husband. Miss Manners said that whenever someone constantly jib jabs about something it is clearly very important to him/her and they're probably having a hard time making sense of it. It was like a slap to the face and a cold splash of water all in one: I am that annoying girl who only talks about how fat she is!! You're a tricky one universe! So I decided to stop constantly annoying everyone around me and just shut the heck* up.

By no means does that mean I've lost all the baby weight and I look fabulous. I pretty much look AND feel the same as I did a few months ago. It is really frustrating when you (quite literally) are working your butt off and don't see much results. After consulting fitness instructors, work out manuals, everything on the internet my answer was "Oh, well, do more cardio, eat less carbs and go on a diet." I swear, that carbs thing is going to haunt me for the rest of my life. Even my sweet husband gently had to remind me that I have my father's genes which means we have to work extra hard to look good.** So, my response: ew. I'm breastfeeding so I have to eat more than diuretics and broccoli (I also said that to the girl who gave me a look about wearing a maternity dress at 6 weeks) and I'm doing so much cardio that all I want to do is--you guessed it--eat more carbs. What became even more infuriating to me was putting in hours of ab work outs only to have my stomach look like it was sticking out even more.

Well, the carb gods looked kindly on me and while eating quinoa (literally translated as grain of the gods) I uncovered what my problem is: Diastasis Recti. Its a separation in the abdomen that happens to petite pregnant women/women who have large babies. So in laymen's terms things get so big up in thur that your abs separate and then can't really hold/tuck in your organs and fun inside stuff. There's a test that you do that involves laying on the ground like you're about to do a sit up, lift up your head and then feel your stomach. In my case I could feel where my abs were, and in the middle I could keep pushing two fingers down until I was playing kickball with my kidney. I never realized how freaking messed up my abdomen was until I found out I have severe diastasis recti. Super fun!

There is a pot of gold at the end of this lard filled ranting rainbow though. After some research I found the greatest book for postpartum women with diastasis recti: it's called Exercise After Pregnancy--How to Look and Feel your Best by Helene Byrne. It's one of those books that you might be embarrassed to have sitting on your coffee table when guests come over but it is so worth it to own. I honestly almost started crying while reading the introduction because FINALLY! A woman who understood exactly what was going on! It was like she read my mind. She understood that I didn't recognize that weird flub staring back at me in front of the mirror and that my shoulders are SO FREAKING TENSE! She even described the post partum tummy as pudding like when I think I described it as a ziploc bag full of tapioca.

So my buddy Helene has these great isometrics and stretches that focus on tightening up your deep core and knitting your abdomen back together. A section of the book focuses on exercises you can do the first 4-6 weeks post partum which is fantastic with other sections of hard core knitting exercises and how to not ruin your back while being a momma. It's also nice that she uses post partum mothers as her models instead of super obnoxious Jillian Michael types who wear booty boot shorts and a sport bra. I love this book. And super kegel = super awesome. I just said that.

Now why write about this book? I just remember how frustrating it was to hear people mention knitting your abs back together but having no other information/exercises on how to do that. So for all you other mommas who are normal people and aren't back to their size 1 pants like all those annoying people who say they lost the weight in "like only 4 weeks!"this is my recommendation. You don't need to starve yourself and ruin your milk supply and yeah, go ahead and punch that Orange County girl who judged you for wearing a maternity dress (FYI I'm not ever going to get over that.) Don't get upset when others are stupid and judge you, you had a huge baby, you were petite before, diastasis diastasis diastasis, real women have curves, big is beautiful, hairspray, Kirstie Alley, etc. Kiss my fat Norwegian a**.

* I really debated whether I should write "hell" or "heck here." I went with heck since it was less offensive, but if you really want that sentence to pack some punch, read as "shut the hell up" instead.

** My father is not fat. He's in fantastic shape. We just lost the gene pool lottery when we inherited the farmer genes. Farmer genes don't know when the crop will have a good year or whether a famine is coming so our bodies store away lots of love for the long and arduous winter months.

There's something about J

2011-11-14T17:51:00.001-08:00

Let's kick this blog post off with the obligatory "Things have been so crazy around here!" line and use that as my excuse for not writing about Joshua's 4 months until he is now 5 months old. We've moved, had family in town, been unpacking, and had birthday week for Cam.

ugh boring! where are the pictures?!

Last few days in the old place...I'm shocked that I put him anywhere near that disgusting carpet

Cutie face

He was really upset that he was only skyping with Papa instead of seeing him in person

I love when I walk in from another room and witness an amazing scene like this

Where the Wild Things Are--because Joshy is definitely a wild thing

The next few pictures are compliments of Nana: they were taken at our old dark hole so the flash makes J have crazy eyes

Ahaha, deliriously happy

Love these two way too much

He's too sexy for his footie pajamas

Super stoked that he grabbed both feet for the first time

We didn't really plan Halloween too far in advance...So Joshy was Chewbacca, I was a Jedi (I wore my little brother's Jedi costume) and Cameron was a super hot Han Solo minus vest and boots.

Buds.

Cam was tasked to grab some candy for our trunk or treat while J and I sat in the car. J lost it, ripped his head piece off and started biting it. He had Chewbacca hair all up in his business.

Joshy graduated from his bassinet to his crib...and then graduated from being swaddled to no swaddle. He's cute.

Best purchase ever. It's a jumperoo that he goes totally crazy in. Thats why all of these pictures are blurry

Me: "Hey Joshy hold this pumpkin so I can take cute pictures"

Joshua: "Oh shoot, its slipping"

Joshua: "I...I...I can't reach it!"

"Almost got it"

"Yeah whatever, put me in my bouncy seat."

After his bath I put him in his bumbo so I can brush his little hairs.

Happy Birthday Cameron!!! Joshy don't grab the cake!

This is such a cute video. I love that little boys laugh

Joshua loves touching people's hair--especially Cam's. He's also fond of making troll sounds.

I'll post about our move and Cameron's birthday soon. For now, this post is all about Josh. He's a little guy who loves being in the middle of things. Its crazy how he can move now! I put him on his mat, walked out of the room and when I walked back in he was about a foot and a half off the mat. I flipped.

Joshua is also reaching/grabbing at things and getting pretty good at it. Someone explain to me why babies love electricity outlets and anything else that can electrocute them?!

Memoirs of a White Woman

2011-10-25T16:55:00.000-07:00

This probably won't be very eloquent...but there's a lot goin down on this whole Occupy Wall Street business. My initial thoughts were "Ok...we're protesting...but what are your demands? Is anyone in charge? Can you seriously not afford to buy posterboard? Oh is that what you're protesting?!...wait, what? " One of Cameron's lovely colleagues explained the OWS as this: "the people are pissed that they're suffering for the mistakes of the wall street guys, when the wall street guys aren't suffering."

So that totally makes sense, right? I can hop on board with that. BUT NONE OF THEM ARE SAYING THAT! I read an article that was supposed to be the OWS demands and it went like "blah blah blah, this is our one demand, on a completely different note, blah blah blah, this is our one demand, blah blah. blah. blah. This is our one demand. There is no correlation between our one demands."

Don't get me wrong, I'm not bashing the OWS. I'm always up for a good protest, and yeah...why is rent so expensive?! Whats up with all of this bureaucratic bull honkey? Why can't we all just get along? Why can't we pass laws that make sense? Why do all senators have some weird sex thing? I'm on board! [cue cardboard sign with angry demands on it.] But it looks like these protests are a little too grass roots. No ones in charge, everyone has their own list of demands and complaints and worst of all, the people being interviewed are idiots. I'm absolutely positive there are intelligent people out protesting on the streets, but the media loves to interview idiots. Like the kid demanding to have all of his college tuition paid for...because, well he doens't know, he just wants someone else to pay for it. The best is an old man who's sign said "Keep your dirty government hands off my medicare." Oh, sweet heart...just go home. Take a nap. Watch Frasier for heaven sake (ugh Kelsey Grammar you cheating whore) just don't make signs.

And here's a question: is the "I'm the 99%" campaign PART of the OWS or is it tagging along like an annoying younger sibling? The first time I saw the 99% thing I didn't get it. Maybe its because I'm a middle class white woman who is married with a child and stays at home. So, does that make me in the 1%? I pay my rent, I graduated from college and I have no debt. Does that make me in the 1%? And why does everyone have so much freaking debt?!

Logical/moderate political center of my brain kindly reminded me that my parents paid for the first 2 years of my tuition, and then I got pell grants for the last 2 years. My husband was on scholarship and got pell grant money. And BYU is ridiculously cheap if you are LDS. Like $2,000 a semester when I went. Oh, and its centered in Utah where the cost of living is a lot lower than a lot of the country. SOOOO yeah. Of course we were debt free when we graduated. If we weren't then we were idiots. College is freaking expensive. Even moderately priced state colleges require taking on debt unless your parents help you out (and sometimes even when your parents help you out you'll still take on debt.) So we should probably not set fire to the grads who say they have a lot of debt.

And omg, if you tell people who are currently jobless to go "reinvent the wheel" by "inventing the new twitter or facebook" you are so high up in your ivory tower covered in gold you can't even see the world anymore. Creating a start up is near impossible. Oh of course people have done it! They had creativity and more importantly they had funds. Cash money. Thats what it takes to start a new business. [cue angry emoticon.] Was that too liberal sounding?

So lets empower the people! Fist pumps in the air! But let's get organized and protest against the right people and try to enact laws through the right channels to get there!

p.s. I realize as I'm writing this that my husband might be considered "the man." Or he works for "the man." Either way we are really grateful to the man for hiring Cam and giving us a steady salary. So...does that make us the 1%? Seriously! I need to know if I'm in the 99% or not!

Taming of the Shrew

2011-10-11T14:47:00.000-07:00

Joshy and I were watching Taming of the Shrew while packing the other day. It was the old school version with Elisabeth Taylor and Richard Burton. Groovy. There were a few quotes that I remember Cameron said to me when he asked me to marry him:

Petruchio to Katarina: "Thou must be married to no man but me, for I am he born to tame you Kate. To bring you from a wild cat to a Kate...Conformable as other household Kates."

Anyways, time for a picture dump.

Isn't that the most gorgeous quilt ever?!

Family dinner. In-n-out. So healthy. Thats how we do it in the Jones household

On our daily evening walk

The next few pics are a series that I call "No one should look this happy to wake up 30 mins early from a nap"

Swag from Grandma and Grandpa

Mid blow-dry, post shower I heard Joshua start to cry. 2 minutes later I walked in to see this. They are too much

This kid is OBSESSED with his dad. Saturday was packing day and Joshy was content to sit and watch Cameron pack up the bedroom.

You can't deny that this is a total Buster pose. He's still adorable

Ergo baby + walk to california chicken cafe = awesome family time

Since I'm not totally tamed, here are some random thoughts:

I love you JT, but this movie that you're coming out with does not look good.
Some college boys moved into the apartment across from ours. It's been pretty interesting to witness their life; I get to see things that I never saw while at BYU. Some examples include: the awkward goodbye after a one night stand, and hearing torrential vomiting from a wild night of partying. They're really nice (they offered Cam to come over and have a beer some time) but I'm still super glad we're moving.
Starting this Saturday we're cutting cable. I have a confession: My DVR has been the other man in my life. If Cam has to work late, well! hello DVR! And it has been like this for over a year. I'm addicted to TV and am nervous about the withdrawals I'm about to undertake.
My grocery store sells these little pints of gelato that are BANGING! These pints make me believe that I could stay in LA forever. Yeah...they are that good.
Joshua's decided that naps are for chumps and he's no chump. I'm super tired.
I suggest bad books for my book club.
I start looking forward to the weekends come Monday morning. We really miss Cam when he has to work late.
And last of all--are ponchos seriously in vogue right now? If you tell me yes then you might as well tell me that wizard capes are also in.

God give you goodnight.

Yet Another Reason Why...

2011-10-04T21:13:00.000-07:00

I can't wait to move:

I stayed at my parents for a few days while Cam was in Utah. Upon arrival, I found that our apartment was infested with fruit flies. I don't know how or why, but it really was an infestation. You know in horror movies when someone walks into a room, turns on a light and bam! there's a dead body but DOUBLE BAM! There's flies everywhere! Thats what it has been like since Thursday. I've had to devise methods for mass genocide of the fruit flies; first I would swat at them with towels. Worthless. Luckily the cruelty center of my brain kicked in and I've found that spraying them with my heavy duty kitchen cleaner and then discarding of the bodies is really doing the trick. It kills and cleans at the same time!
Oh, and we've also found 2 silver fish IN OUR BED. 3 earwigs and 1 spider in the shower all in one morning, and countless other times I've found silver fish lurking in my dishes, pans and kitchen ware. The second I find them in my underwear drawer I am setting fire to this place.
Our manager sucks.
The old person smell. Its coming from the carpets and cabinets and it drives me crazy. No amount of glade plug-ins, candles and febreeze spray can remedy it.

Los Angeles is the Worst place ever:

Remember how I worked at home for a couple of months? Oh well surprise! The city of Los Angeles is fining me for not having a "I'm self employed" permit. Who's even heard of those?! So I have to pay for a permit AND a fine. Curse words.
Because its Los Angeles.
3 parking tickets in the last 5 months.
Because its Los Angeles

I eat my feelings:

Cam called me to say that his car isn't starting and he has to drive to the client site. He has to take my car there. Ah!
I have no car now. Ahh!
I have to find an auto repair shop that doesn't suck and won't screw me over within 10 miles of our place. AAHH!
BROWNIES! AAAHHH!

I love Cam and Joshua:

Cam is all smiles and support. And sex appeal.
Joshua got his first cold this week. Poor thing has turned into a mucous factory. Between sneezes and coughs he gives me coos and big toothless smiles.
Cam is getting me a big girl stroller (saying good bye to the snap n' go.) It is super snazy and I am very excited to take the babe on longer walks where he can see everything with out the sun blinding him. It's a BOB (yaya!) that we're getting on the low low thanks to the Smiths! You guys are the best!

You'll keep reading:

Promise to put pictures up next post.

Trois

2011-09-25T21:32:00.000-07:00

In honor of Joshua's 3 month birthday here is a picture dump:

I've been trying to figure out who Joshua reminds me of when he has his hands up near his face/rubbing them together 24/7. I kept thinking mad scientist? No, I feel like it is a character. Oh! Got it. He reminds me of Buster from Arrested Development. My poor boy.

It's been really hot in LA recently so I put Joshy in this sleeveless romper. I thought it was really cute! Cameron came home and said "Wow I'm so glad he's in his white-trash outfit." Boo, Cameron.

I really, really, really love this picture of my babe. On our walk around the neighborhood. Thanks for the cute outfit Aunt Daynia!

Baby Cougar. He bleeds blue. Except when BYU really embarrasses us against the U.

Buster!

I also love this outfit. I'm such a girl. Anywho, he wore this the day BYU played UT. I'm pretty sure BYU lost because J was rooting for the longhorns.

He loves sophie so much he strangles her some times.

His favorite thing is to hold his burp cloths and rub them on his face and then bite them.

Favorite picture of all time. Such a Cameron face: such a lady killer face.

So...I guess you can judge me on my parenting skills from this video. I had Glee playing in the background and low and behold, the 30 seconds I was video taping Joshy was the same 30 seconds that a father was counseling his gay son to use protection when he gets down.

Also we have some great news!!! We're finally moving into a 2 bedroom apartment and buying a crib for Joshua. I'm so freaking excited. We finally signed a lease a few weekends ago and the place is only a block and a halfish away from our current apartment. Bonus cool apartment and bonus still in the same neighborhood. So I really liked how Anne showed layouts of her current place and then the layout of the new swank place she's moving into...soooo I thought I would do the same.

This is the layout for our current 1 bedroom nasty-nast apartment.

This is the layout for our new 2 bedroom 2 bathroom apartment. Notice the washer and dryer in the unit (boooooo ya) the hardwood floors and open kitchen. It is a small 2 bedroom 2 bathroom but it has a good manager and it is sah-waaaank.

So if you find yourself in the LA area and have an itch to help a young family move (october 15) come join us!!

Also, Cam is going to BYU to recruit for LEK this Wednesday and Thursday. I was going to go with him but then realized it would be super duper stressful. Like I need to breathe into a paper bag just thinking about it stressful. I would be on a plane with Josh for the first time BY MYSELF. I really don't think I can handle it. But I'm open for advice. But listen, I need advice from people who have a kid like mine; Joshua is a sweet heart and angel but he is not a chill baby. He wiggles/talks and has a hard time falling asleep without screaming. I can't imagine my fellow plane travelers being ok with that. So...let me know. And if you want to fly out with me this week that would also be appreciated.

In a League of his Own.

2011-09-19T16:11:00.000-07:00

On Cam and mine's quest to be active parents we took Joshy to a Dodgers game. No, I'm not kidding. We really took our 3 month old son to a very loud and very bright baseball game. Our amazing friends Jeff and Rachel Nelson invited us--Rachel was the Beehive advisor when I was the Beehive counselor in our Young Women's program. So let me just say again, they are so amazing and fun--especially when it came to sitting next to our crying baby for hours.

Here's the great thing about living in West LA: sometimes you can reap the benefits of knowing the uber wealthy. It was Jeff's boss who gave him 4 tickets 5 rows behind home plate. FYI for the sports illiterate those are AMAZING seats. You could actually see us in the background on Sportscenter. Along with the seats we got to go in the Dodger's club or something like that. It's this club house that has a ton of swanky food being cooked by chef's and free ice cream and pop corn. Honestly, I was more excited by the food than the game (surprise.) I'll stop boring you and show the goods:

The few minutes that Joshua didn't cry at the game

Swank seats

Joneses and Nelsons. Joshua's face is priceless.

So the food was good, the seats were good the company was good and Joshy lost it for the majority of the time. Poor guy, he was so flippin' tired and every time he fell asleep in my arms something would happen to send the fans roaring or booing.

Another amazing thing about West LA: people love babies. You would totally not expect this. Cameron got up to take Joshua into the clubhouse when he was fussing but the family in front of us told him to sit down and enjoy the game. Their words were they had 4 kids, they're totally used to the noise and if it gets really bad the dude's wife would love to hold him. Haha...thats actually what everyone says when we take J out in public and he gets a little fussy. People here love babies and always want to hold him. I would oblige but i'm a little too freaked out about baby snatchers and junk. Yes, baby snatchers. Don't even get me started ok?

Anywho, everyone was uber cool about having a crying baby at the game. I was so worried that people would judge me and call me a bad mom, but everyone was smiling at him and making that pouty "oh you're so cute even though you're sad" face. One lady even said, "oh he is an old soul." We became best friends with her. Cam's shift with J had even better results. 3 guys came up to him and talked about their babies that were at home and they had that "I'm a dad, you're a dad, thats super cool" male bonding.

More bonding happened during the game over drinks. Not us...but everyone else. I didn't realize how. much. people. drink at these games!!! It was funny. The more drunk people got the more they loved our baby. Very enlightening.

On a completely different note, they handed out free dodger fleece blankets. Again, I was probably more excited about the blankets than the score. But when I got home and opened the blanket up it said Brooklyn on it, and then had a little tiny logo at the bottom that said Dodgers. My reaction: "..........." Cam's reaction: "Hm. weird. So what do you want for dinner?"

Madwomen

2011-09-16T13:59:00.000-07:00

Quote said to a mom on a new show called "Up all Night":

"You can have a face, or an a**."
"Wait what?"
"You can have a good face and a fat a**, or a tight a** and a face like skeletor."
::Silence::
"It means you can't have everything."

I choose face. Probably because I don't have any stretch marks there.

Also, someone please explain MadMen to me. I watched like 3 shows and it makes me uber depressed. Actually it makes me want to break a broom in half, go burn my bra and kick Don Draper in the crotch as hard as I can. Does it get better? Am I really supposed to hate Don Draper...or do I hate Don Draper because I'm a woman? Should I feel repressed and spiteful like Betty does? I guess the real question is should I feel depressed after watching the show? Help me, I just want to fit in and be cool.

Bugaboo

2011-09-08T21:03:00.000-07:00

As promised here are some pics of baby J for all you addicts:

Cutest jumper!!! Thank you Thank you Thank you Aunt Rachel! Oh, and whenever I cook/clean/typical repressed house wife stuff I sit Joshy in his bumbo or wedge him into his boppy-esque pillow with Glee playing in the background. Just like his grandpa, he is an addict. He flippin' loves the show and especially loves Sue Sylvester. Weird? Every time she comes on the screen he makes his happy sounds.

Cute

Cuter

Cutest!

Still intrigued

Over it. This is actually a typical Joshua face. So serious. Like his dad. Try as I might this guy is an old soul. I'm cool with that.

Haha. No words.

This is Cam's favorite thing ever. If he gets home in time he loves to get Joshy up from his last nap. Its the only time J will rest his head on your shoulder. Cuties.

Lots of firsts here in this picture: my first time in a bathing suit since having a baby and Joshy's first time going swimming. The former went pretty well--I didn't look too bad! It was like looking at a pear with boobs. Or pretty much a typical person you'd run into from some obscure town in the midwest. (Is that rude?) As for J and the water--he obviously flipped haha. Poor guy. He was real, real tired and was sick of cooperating with me so many days in a row. (and yes his hat and swim shorts match.)

Probably a better picture of us. We were making weird faces in the first pic.

Heat wave in Southern California means no pants. Party time.

His legs are getting chubbier!

I think I say "Why are you so serious?" at least 20 times a day

Just loves sucking on those mitts.

I like to call this "Tummy Tummy Time." This little nugget just loves talking to his dad.

Mama Pajama Rolled out of Bed

2011-09-07T09:31:00.000-07:00

So I've gotten asked about Joshy's schedule and what magic potion we give him to get him to sleep through the night. I've said it's a bit of schedule and a bit of luck. Here's baby J's schedule:

Yes, his whole day is planned out. He eats at the same time and sleeps at the same time every day. This makes for a very happy baby and a very happy mom. Our magic potion is babywise and a heart of stone.

So if I haven't pushed Babywise enough--here goes! I would recommend this book to any mommy or mama-to-be. The book is all about sleep training your baby, nothing crazy. I've never encountered a family who used babywise and didn't like it. Critics of the book haven't followed the Babywise program which makes no sense. They're usually kinda crazy and tell you to breastfeed your baby every time they cry, sleep with your baby and never put them down. Cah. Razy.

Here's the heart of stone part: you have to let your baby cry. Never more than 15 minutes, but it is still rough when you first start out. You have to let your baby cry themselves to sleep. And they will cry, every. single. time they need to go to sleep. I cried along with Joshua the first time Cam and I decided to let him "cry it out." It was so hard. But now I have a heart of stone and his "hey hey! No! no sleep! I'm falling asleep!" cries have no affect on me. (Affect? effect? I've been out of school for a while. Grammar nazis help me out here.)

I finally decided that I had to let him cry himself to sleep the day the mother in law left and Cam went back to work. It was just me and J, and I realized that I was spending 40 minutes trying to rock and sing him to sleep and I couldn't do it anymore. I really do have a heart of stone because I would rather let him cry for 3 minutes than rock him to sleep for 30 minutes. But let me tell you, this whole sleep training thing is awesome. I've actually seen him wake up in the middle of his naps, look around and then fall quietly back to sleep. It's fantastic.

So maybe next post I'll put some pictures of Joshua (because honestly thats the only reason people read this blog) and I'll try not to get on a soap box. Also, you can take a look at this schedule and not call me during feeding times (that wasn't meant to sound cheeky.)

1, 2, 3

2011-08-27T18:51:00.001-07:00

1. One more month of living in our nasty apartment and putting up with the horrendous management. Cam and I have been looking at a few 2 bedroom apartments because Joshua needs his own room (when he poops in his sleep he grunts A LOT and it wakes both of us up.) We took a stroll through one absolutely delicious apartment today. I think I even started salivating on the perfectly shampooed carpets. 2 bedroom 2 1/2 bath, a zillion closets and a YARD!!!! This place is so amazing I almost seized. And the manager actually speaks english. I'm not being racist, its just great to have a manager speak english...not broken english. The price is about $250 more than we're willing to pay. Ouch. We'll see what Cam's good looks and charming personality can do for us here.

2. Joshua is a two months old! At his 2 month appointment he weighed in at 12.5 lbs (50%) and was 23.25 inches long (75%). So he's not as huge as he was when he was first born. Joshua has lots of fun tricks like: cooing and talking, really being able to get his hands to his mouth and suck, watch me from long distances, roll on his side, and hold his head up. This kid is so freaking strong. Cam holds him on with one hand on his belly and the kid will plank for days. Baby J was sleeping a good 8 hours every night until he got a little sick and then his schedule went haywire. We're trying to get him back to his usual routine but he's still waking up after 5 or 6 hours of sleeping. Look at me complaining about my baby sleeping 5 or 6 hours...how annoying.

So yeah, J is a good sleeper. My OB flipped her lid when I told her Joshy sleeps 7-8 hours at night and kept raving about how lucky I am and how my next kids won't be like that because lightning doesn't strike twice. I just kinda laughed and agreed...but I don't think its all luck. We've put him on a schedule and that really helps. But I'm not going to give myself all the credit either. He is a good sleeper--he's not colicky and he doesn't have tummy problems. So its a bit of luck and a bit of schedule. I just stepped off my soap box. On to pictures:

speaking of sleeping babies...

Bumbo time

Watching tv with dad

I always wondered why people put stupid-looking bucket hats on their kids. Now I'm putting stupid-looking bucket hats on my baby before we go on our walks because he hates the sun. seriously.

"what the [bleep] are you doing mom?"

I had to hold his hands down because he kept sucking them and I couldn't get a good pic of him smiling. still didn't get a good pic.

3. Cam and I celebrated our 3 year wedding anniversary! Ginormous thanks to our friends Stacey and Andy for watching Joshua so we could go out to dinner and celebrate. We ate at Rock Sugar and got the chef's tasting menu. Amazing. Erinn--you are so right, I can't believe I never got the coconut soup before. It is insane. Sheking beef...holy crap. But the creme de la creme was the banana cake. Someday if I am a widow I am going to marry that banana cake. Good food always makes me want to scream profanities. Cam and I ended by rating the different foods on what curse words we wanted to scream when we ate it. ( FYI the banana cake got 3 f words.)

Wow, I really wrote a paragraph about food when I should be talking about our anniversary. It was so amazing to go out with just the two of us. We both love Joshy so much, but its hard to pay attention to our spouse when he's in the room. He has such a commanding presence. Anywho, we both agreed that the past 3 years have been the best we've had yet. It's really funny to look back and see how much we've grown together and how thank goodness we married each other and not someone else. Although I am not as hot as some of Cam's ex's or as smart, I do have one thing going for me--I am not crazy. I mean, it's all relative but the point is, instead of being a gaping black hole of need, I can support him in his career, church calling and life. On the other hand, Cam is definitely the smartest and best looking guy I've ever dated and can support our family financially and emotionally etc etc etc. I think there's a clear winner here.

Cheers to 3 years and many more to come! Happy 3 years sugar! I love you so much!

And of course I can't end a blog post without talking about my preggy body!!! Everyday I'm looking more and more like a balloon that you blew up really big and then let the air out (so its all wrinkly and saggy...come on, you know what I'm talking about!) But there has been progress! I was able to button my non-maternity fat pants...and then on our anniversary I fit into my mid-fat pants. Those are the pants that aren't your regular size but aren't your fat size...they're somewhat chunky pants. Per my request, my darling husband set up an ab routine with beginner, intermediate and advanced levels. I am now doing the intermediate level (hooray!) and can actually do a plank without having an aneurism. Three cheers for progress! But this morning I had another emotional breakdown because I still can't fit into my skirts because I have an enormous booty. Seriously, I took my measurements and I have an additional 5 inches of pure badonkadonk. Plus one point for a big booty but minus a million points for freaking out about it.

Someone asked me if I put mederma or some other kind of scar cream on my incision. Well, I guess I could, but the only reason my scar would be showing in public is if I took up stripping. While it may be a lucrative career for some, the thought of grinding on random men makes my self esteem plummet. So no thanks! I'll keep my scar to shame me from hopping on that pole.

Late Night with J

2011-08-25T13:24:00.000-07:00

Here's a conversation I had with Joshua last night at 4:20 am:

J: Mom....moooom. Hey lady! MOM

K: What?! why are you awake right now?

J: Mom! Come get me!

K: Joshua! Are you hungry?

J: No...

K: Do you have a dirty diaper?

J: No....

K: Ok then you need to go back to sleep

J: Wait...wait, WAIT! Mom!!!

K: Ok you can keep complaining because I'm not going to play right now

J: (pout) Fine! I'm just going to loudly suck on my hands.

(really loud sucking for 5 minutes)

J: Ok this sucks. Mom!!!

K: I can play this game all night

J: Mom!...why....how...dare...you...I'm totally.....awake....eh......

(sleepy heavy breathing ensues.)

This season on the Bachelor Pad

2011-08-10T13:20:00.001-07:00

Am I a horrible person for watching the season premiere of Bachelor Pad? The correct answer is a resounding YES. It is a horrible show. I was so proud of myself for not watching Bachelorette this season (Ashley being the worst and most annoying bachelorette on the face of the planet made it pretty easy) and yet, here I am, watching the horrible culmination, the piece de resistance of Bachelor trash. I could go on and talk about how VIENNA! you're not doing yourself any favors by going back on national tv because you're only giving america more reason to hate you and CASEY/TATTOO GUY! really?! dating vienna? Ok you really are stupid. You're forgiven. Ugh, Chris Harrison just...go shove your head in a toilet. I hate myself. It's like eating really delicious but extremely hot salsa: you can't stop eating it even though it immediately burns your tongue. But the real kicker comes when you have hot lava diarrhea later that night from that horrible, no good, delicious irresistible salsa. But I will resist, and just end it by saying Bachelor Pad = douche fest + surgically altered boobies.

Speaking of surgically altered boobies, I can totally understand why mommies get a fixer upper in that area after having kids. The sheer weight of my animatronic pirate hooker looking boobs gave up the war with gravity a few months ago. Which is too bad. It was the one part of me that I really thought was above average. Now stay with me now, and don't get all weird. I am an extremely average person. Average intelligence (I have the test scores to prove it) average looks, average average average. I'm like a mott's apple juice. not bad, a bit bland but hey its your average apple juice. But my chest was like a martinelli's sparkling apple cider. I believe they are the reason I scored my above average sexy Mcsmarty pants husband. So its a bit of a drag (pun master) that my sweet chariots are hanging a bit low.

Can I ever stop talking about my post partum body? No. I don't hate my post partum body, its like a war scar that you show your buddies to prove how hard core you are. I remember really wanting to NOT have stretch marks, but here I stand, with a stomach that looks like a swirly whirl impressionist painting. The one reason why I really want to lose all my extra mommy meat is so I can fit into my old clothes again. I'm all for buying new clothes but I just don't want to buy a new wardrobe--I'd rather spend the money on a nicer apartment. Aside: If someone wants to just hand over a reasonable priced 2 bedroom between Olympic and Santa Monica I would love you forever.

So women of the world, tell me how to knit my separated abs together! Someone dangled a delicious carrot in front of me by saying they knew a lady who had a blog that taught the isometrics of connecting post partum abs together...yet try as I might I cannot find that blog. HELP! you don't understand. I had a really big baby inside of me (not to mention that my stomach was literally cut open) so my abdominals are now little floating islands of muscle amidst a sea of mushy skin and fat.

Did I offend you by talking so openly about my body? Did I make you not want to have children? Such is life. You can't please everyone. But babies really are awesome and snuggly.

Baby Blessing

2011-08-08T18:22:00.000-07:00

I know, it's been over a week since we blessed Joshua but we've both gotten a cold which is no fun for anyone within a 1 mile radius of our apartment.

Anywho, lets get down to the nitty gritty. Baby blessings in our church are somewhat like christenings in the Catholic church, except not really at all. There's no baptism, no holy water...actually the only similarities are that Mormons usually buy christening outfits to bless their babies in. What happens is the baby's daddy "gives a name and a blessing"--the baby's name is announced and then a blessing--kind've like a prayer is given to the baby. The blessings are individualized for each baby. It's a really awesome ordinance that my church does.

So, because the blessing is a big deal all of Joshua's grandparents and his 3 of his 5 uncles came to participate and watch. Sadly my oldest brother Jason was teaching a technology seminar in Saudi Arabia (why does that sound like a lie?) and my next oldest brother Eric was at a rehab in Arizona (no don't get uncomfortable! It's a good thing!)

It was a really beautiful blessing and here are some highlights that Joshua was blessed with:

The first thing Cam blessed him with was athletic ability. Haha totally cool, and true
Cam also blessed him to have a love and respect for me as his mother

pretty awesome.

So Sunday was the pinnacle of a week long party with family in town to celebrate. It was such a blast and I was so stoked that J could finally meet his uncles Brett and Cory.

The Taylor side. Oh there you are Colleen! Ryan...no words. Nice smile Dad. For realsies.

Jones side of the family. Brett doing the prom pose.

Mom, Dad and baby. Thanks for hiding me J.

In front of the gorgeous LA temple

All the Jones boys. Such an awesome shot of all of them. Joshua was enthralled with Brett the entire time.

Unlike normal babies who wake up by rolling over and crying, Joshua does this crazy stretch routine for like 5 minutes before he realizes "oh...i'm awake, feedmefeedmefeedmefeedme"

Cutest outfit ever? Cutest baby ever? Most biased mom ever?

Seriously, this kid couldn't get enough of Brett

He also had a good chatting session with Cory. He pretty much loved all of the Jones men.

3 generations. Enthralled with his Papa Bear (Casey! I declared you Papa Bear!) During his blessing Joshua stared at Casey the entire time. Cuties.

Back Loaf

2011-08-02T18:22:00.000-07:00

Reason 977 why c-sections are the worst: it takes even longer to lose the the baby weight.

My belly pooch and back-fat concur.

Enjoy

Honey in the Rock and the Sugar don't Stop

2011-07-21T17:28:00.000-07:00

Don't get mad that my blog revolves around baby J now. I'm a baby mama now!

Anywho, my little man was 1 month on Monday. By now we know each other better: I know that he likes to be burped while facing a light so he can stare at it with his ginormy eyes, likes to sit upright in my lap after eating because it helps facilitate his pooping, loves baths but hates being naked and lotioned up, and when he can't handle being out in public he will continue to cooperate if you cough up a pacifier (yes pacifiers are extremely controversial but...but...)

And baby J knows that mom likes to sleep at night so he slept through the night for the first time! What?! Yeah it happened once and then the next night he woke up at 3 am and threw a royal fit that woke up Cam and his sister Allison. (Big shout out to Allison my sister-in-law who stayed with us and took care of Joshua while I ran errands and slept all day. A bomb, you are the best aunt ever.)

His tricks consist of following black and white toys with his eyes, following mom with his eyes, and smiling and talking with mom--its actually cooing and attempting to giggle. Oh and now he is getting pretty good at sucking on his hands.

And I'm not sure if all moms say this, but I think I gave birth to an old soul. He makes this serious face that is reminiscent of an old man. He also gets upset when I sing the verse of a song that says "you and me and the devil makes three don't need no other lovin' baby"* when he smiles at all the other verses. He's also pretty patient with me when I'm fumbling around with the whole being a mom thing.

Witness:

old man face. So serious. Still cute.

Warning! I don't know if you can handle how cute these next pictures are. You might vomit or just randomly combust.

Like all moms, I really think my kid is the cutest 1 month old in the entire universe. Here's to my 1 month old soul.

* Yes, the lullaby I sing to my son is that old southern song. Yes, the sirens in "O Brother Where Art Thou" sing this song. Yes, I am from California so why sing the southern lullaby? I literally could not think of any song lyrics. My grandmother was from the south and would sing southern lullabies to all of her babies and grandbabies--so after having a baby I magically got in touch with my southern roots and now sing this weird southern lullaby.

Unsolicited Commentary

2011-07-10T12:24:00.000-07:00

Things I've learned not to bring up:

Do not bring up natural birth vs. epidural birth. There are people on both sides who will go buck freaking wild if you bring it up. (Steve and Becca this does not include you.)
Breastfeeding vs. bottle feeding. Again, people on both sides will claim that the other is "unnatural." What...? There are the teat nazis (thank you Tina Fey) who say you should breastfeed your child until they are 5 and then there are the yucky boobies who think...yes you guessed it, feeding your child via breast is "yucky."
Sleep training/scheduling. People have told me that babies have died from being put on a schedule. Ok...yeah I literally have nothing to say that won't add to the crazy. And I'm going to drop this bomb: I am using babywise on Joshua. Bam. There it is. Lecture me if you would like.
Pacifiers. Why are these so controversial? Its the same with giving your baby a bottle all I hear is "Screamingnippleconfusionnippleconfusionnippleconfusionscreamscreamscream." All I'm going to say is the first time baby J took a bottle I realized I could leave the house again. Some people are really talented with the hooter hiders but I'm just not there yet. Until then holler at your bottle.
whether or not you have a "good" baby or a "bad" baby. A lot of mom's have given birth to mutants who do not cry. Good for you, seriously. Baby J has a nice pair of lungs on him that he enjoys using before he goes to sleep and all during the afternoon/early evening. I can't complain though because he sleeps 4 hours, eats and then sleeps another blissful 4 hours. Just don't judge me because my baby cries.

My opinion on all of the above topics is i'm ok, you're ok, lets all be ok with what other people are doing. Oh you bottle feed? As long as you're not feeding the little one rat poison we're cool. Are you cool if I give my yucky booby to my baby? Ok good. world peace.

One more thing. There is a negative relationship between how tired I am and how much my blog sucks. (tired on the x axis suckiness on the y.) go math. Ok thats enough out of me, here are some baby pics compliments of nana. (and I'm going to go take a nap now.)

First day at the beach. And my postpartum body=amorphous shapes + boobs.

"How you doin wi' dem big ol' eyes?" What a black guy said to Joshua at Cafe Rio

2 1/2 weeks

2011-07-06T16:30:00.000-07:00

I'm beginning to emerge from the black hole that is the initial stages of motherhood. While I'm still wearing my hair in a messy undone bun, I'm beginning to put on mascara every now and then. Good for me.

Anywho, I have a baby so who really cares about my ramblings anymore? Here are the promised pics.

On our way to the hospital. Cameron was very excited. This is just one of our many "happy smiley pics"
I haven't looked as fabulous as I did since the hospital. Sexy gown. And here's a little surprise, the hospital "underwear" they make you wear is even sexier. Mesh. Cameron calls them "passion starters"
Woo! My Joshua's first picture ever. Taken right after he was literally ripped out of my womb like some kind of Twilight vampire baby.
First family portrait. Yeah, all of us look horrible but its the only picture we have of the 3 of us.
Cam and Joshua in our hospital room on day 2. Cameron was the main care taker of the little guy. He changed all the diapers took care of all the spit up, soothing and burping. I was just the wet nurse.
Grandma and Joshua on our first day home from the hospital.

Our amazing friend Stacey. Super cute picture of both of them.

This guy loves to be swaddled. Seriously. The more baby straight jacket the better.

Snuggle time with Daddy on the 4th of July. This is my fav
Getting a quality snuggle session with Nana in Yorba Linda
Trying to eat Uncle Ryan
He loves his Nana so much. She is the baby whisperer/baby wrangler. She could get him to calm down and go to sleep no matter how loud he was screaming.
Best. Pic. Ever. Our futile attempts to wake him up so he could eat and gain more weight.
Never mind the postpartum lady in the picture. The exhausted aftermath of a screaming fit
wiggle time
I'm just going to say it: he is a cute kid. He looks a lot older than 2 1/2 weeks but he is so dang cute. AAAnd he's a clone of his father.

Joshua Christian Jones

2011-06-27T14:59:00.000-07:00

Well! It's about time I introduce my baby to the blogosphere.

Joshua Christian Jones was born June 18, 2011 weighing 8 lbs 11 oz and was 21 inches long. He came into the world via "crash" c-section but was born a perfect and healthy little boy.

I know its taken me a long time to write/post pics but right now I'm in the "screw the world, I have a newborn and stitches" mind frame right now.

Anywho, I forced myself into labor by standing all day on my due date, taking a long walk (freaking out the gardeners along the way) and then took my mom's chinese colleague's advice to take a hot shower and run the water on my lower back for a long time.

Lo and behold! Cameron walked in the door that friday at 4:45 right as I was getting out of the shower. Whoopsies, he was the one who noticed the bloody fluid soaking through my towel. If it sounds gross, its because it is. I wasn't sure if that was my "water" or my mucous plug (again, gross, but its the human body) so I continued to get ready for the night to go out and enjoy our last date night together. Well, I kept leaking fluid. Big shout out to my friend Stacey who I called and told me to go to the hospital.

So my water broke! We happily drove to the hospital, singing songs, getting excited about a baby and taking happy smiley pictures together. The docs checked me out and yes, that was my water coming out! Yippey! And oh my! is that a contraction? How exciting!

We were told to walk around the hospital for a couple of hours to get my labor going. And we did. It was a blast! It was the most time that we spent together in weeks so more happy smiley pictures were taken. A few hours later Cam fell asleep on couch in our saweeet labor and delivery room while I bounced on my yoga ball. Aside: If you are pregnant I highly recommend getting a yoga ball when you're in labor. It is a million times better than laying down, and 10 times better than walking around.

So, contractions were coming on strong at that point. No more happy smiley pictures. They forced me onto the bed to monitor the babe and my contractions. I was getting suicidal. Pushy doctor came in and demanded that I get induced because my contractions weren't as close together (well yes they weren't as close together because you were forcing me to lay down instead of walking/bouncing. Argh.) Cam and I weren't too happy. Nice sweet nurse came in and heard our concerns and made pushy doctor calm down. So instead of getting hopped up on pitocin they put this myso thing in my cervix to help soften things up.

So again, I had to lay down and be monitored. Hell. It was hell! Two hours of being monitored. I couldn't take it anymore so I asked for the epidural. Pushy doctor said it was ok because I was dilated to a 5. Funny anesthesiologist came in and said I was a really calm patient. Let me just say, epidurals are the jam. I felt it immediately. My body could finally relax and I could actually joke around with Cameron again. Happy smiley times return!

Not for long. 15 minutes after getting the epidural snuggle bug's heart rate drops. It drops low. All of a sudden 10 nurses were in the room and rolling me from side to side. I literally had no idea what was going on. Then before I knew it my bed was being wheeled out of the room and into the OR. Uh, yeah I get a little anxious. Like, what the hell is going on? Where is my husband. Why can't I feel my lungs anymore?

The OB who would do my C-section held my hand and petted it all while telling me that the baby's heart rate had dropped really low and that there was a possibility they'd have to do a c-section. His heart rate went up again, but then plummeted when the funny anesthesiologist doped me up even more to prep for the surgery. Cam was all of a sudden at my head stroking my hair and then the beeping on the monitor slowed and the "ok, lets do this" is heard around the room. 30 seconds later there was a baby crying. Before I even knew it my kid was here!

Later they told us that his heart rate dropped because my contractions were coming on so strong and so close together he didn't have a chance to recover from them.

So of course, I was doped up. I started crying and saying how I didn't want a c-section all while breathing like a lunatic because I was freaked out and couldn't feel my lungs. Cam peeked over the blue tent and said that it looked like a war movie. Thats pretty cool. And makes me want to vomit at the same time.

Anywho, all the nurses exclaim in unison "Oh he's handsome!" and then laugh because apparently he projectile pooped all over the NICU team. Cam walked over holding this cute little guy. I couldn't hold him yet because my insides were all over my outsides still. We both couldn't tell who he looked like until he popped open the biggest peepers you've ever seen. It was a combination of Cam's wide set eyes and my big eyes.

So there you have it. Joshua's birth story. It was cah-razy. But in the end I was treated like a princess because I was a crash c-section and apparently didn't complain (according to all my maternity ward nurses.) The only reason I was cool was because I was so doped up on pain meds my entire time at the hospital.

And I know everyone says this but my maternity nurses were so freaking amazing. The first night nurse was named Jocelyn and made me want to cry because she was so good to us. She helped me stand for the first time and go to the bathroom. Let me just say that whole experience looked like a murder scene. Blood everywhere, all down my legs all over the floor and bathroom. And she just cleaned it all off while telling me how awesome I was doing. I seriously did NOT want to leave the hospital!

But here I am with a week old baby who is such a baller. He eats like a freaking champion (because he's a boy?) and sleeps like an angel.

Sweetest man-cub face ever. He's getting bigger and more like his daddy every day. They sleep in the same position and even make the same serious/I'm concerned for you face.

We went to the pediatrician the day after getting home from the hospital and his states were height: 95%, and weight: 95%. He's a big healthy boy. He is just so dang long. He must've inherited the recessive ridonkulously tall genes that both Cam and I have.

I have a lot more pictures but they're all on Cameron's phone. I have to upload them to his computer sometime but there will definitely be more pics. Or you can just friend him on facebook and see all the pics Cam has already put up. I'm a slaker. Wait, no I'm not. I had a crash c-section. My out-patient packet literally says "you're the princess, all you have to do is eat and feed the baby." So yeah! I'm the princess. I can barely function just trying to keep myself and this little one alive. I sleep whenever he sleeps (except for now) and all the other times he's permanently attached to my boob.

Well, longest post ever. But worth it.

Due Date

2011-06-17T12:38:00.000-07:00

Yes, its my due date. No baby. Everyone keeps asking if I'm in labor because I haven't been blogging etc. Well, he's not here and I'm beginning to withdraw from the world.

Remember how I was riding the happy train? Oh yeah, we're now on the crazy train. I'm depressed and hate everything. Especially men who tell me how to go into labor. What? How would you know? I'm pretty sure you don't have a cervix.

But, I've found something that makes me feel better. I was texting a friend about who her pediatrician was and she gave me the sympathy "I know how it is, I always had my kids after my due date." I can't explain it, but that sentence made me feel so much better! I'm used to hearing the "Oh! Well, I went into labor 2 weeks early with my baby, got to the hospital, sneezed and out popped my perfect little 6.5 lb baby!"

Yeah...don't think thats how mine will go. So, anyone, everyone, if you went past your due date and you were really depressed please tell me. Misery f-ing loves company.

Oh, and I started making a grocery list and was appalled by its contents:

ice cream
bbq chips
hot dogs

Haha, eating my feelings much?

0

2011-06-15T16:43:00.000-07:00

as in how many centimeters I'm dilated. wah.

Sorry for no 3 days yesterday...I was literally too depressed and upset to post anything. I tried vacuuming, scrubbing floors and pretty much sanitizing my entire apartment. But alas, no contractions; however lots of round ligament pain sent me to my bed crying and unhappy. The words that kept playing in my head were "F my life, F my life."

To console myself and my pain I took a full dose of Tylenol PM. Hello sweet dreams. I slept for 12 hours. I woke up this morning and just had an easy breezy day and I am currently living in happy town. Seriously, its crazy. I wanted to hug my mailman, the checkout guy at the grocery store and the two frat boys buying beer in front of me. EVERYONE is pretty much awesome today.

I am worried that this is a bad sign. Like my hormones are overcompensating with endorphins to combat the fact that baby boy isn't going anywhere anytime soon. Uh oh. Well, I'm going to try and ride this train as long as possible because we all know that on my way to happy town there can be surprise visits to crazy town.

4 Days

2011-06-13T18:12:00.000-07:00

I love you:

Lady who stopped me on my way to the mailbox to tell me that I look fabulous
Cam Cam. I could list everything you've done (laundry, meals emotional support/keeping me sane) but the list could go on and on
Watermelon. The one food I've consistently craved this pregnancy.
Tylenol PM. You rock.
Colleen (aka Grandma). You run a tight ship, and I LOVE IT!

No news on the contraction/labor front. Although I've had Braxton-Hicks up the wazoo, I could use a lot less braxton and a lot more hicks if you get my drift. Wait, that doesn't make sense. Yeah I just want to have my baby already.

5 Days

2011-06-12T12:12:00.000-07:00

Thats right...we are counting down the days/hours until my due date. And now I can officially say that yes...I DO have all of my baby stuff now. Maybe I'm irresponsible, or maybe we can just blame it on my "yellow"* personality but I didn't start buying things until about a month to 3 weeks before my due date. I would highly recommend this if you can handle it. It is amazing how many things you can get at 3 baby showers.

I even went and got my hair did and a pedicure so I can look real nice for my OB and the millions of pics that will soon be taken. You're welcome universe.

I am very acutely aware of how uncomfortable I make people when I go out in public now. And its always men. Men HATE seeing very pregnant women out in public. I don't know if our society has not been able to evolve past our southern "Gone with the Wind" phase or if its just a man thing. Cam and I went to see one our last movies before the babe comes(X Men First Class--It was awesome and I love the actor who plays the young Magneto--also, best cameo ever from Hugh Jackman.) The theatre we went to is at our mall and finding ourselves with time to kill we wandered around a little bit. I got a whole lot of "whoa, WHOA!" "holy cow" and even a few "sh!t"'s in there while meandering.

So guys, let me apologize. I'm sorry that I'm carrying a child. I'm sorry that two intelligent people got together, and are now passing on some pretty good genes to the next generation. I'm sorry that my little smarty pants fetus will probably end up paying for your social security aka drinking money when you're so old that you can't even wipe your own rear. Even in after all those years you'll still be ignorant, and I'll still be an elitist. Oh well.

Anywho, I've decided to take off the "reactions" section from my blog. I just straight up don't understand who selects the "weird" and "shut your mouth" reactions. I thought only my friends read this blog? I don't know, maybe I am weird because I don't blog stalk people that I hate. So if you're blog stalking me to prove to yourself that you're better off than me...assure yourself that you are not. Haha. But seriously, get a life.

And that especially goes to the people who marked shut your mouth on my Representative Weiner comments. I don't think that rep. Weiner got on my blog and was like "F you Katie!" I'm assuming it was just an idiot who doesn't watch the news. Come on people, the media is calling it "Weinergate." I mean...Weinergate! That's hilarious! Ok, whatever.

Yeah...I sound angry. I think my rants have less to do with anger and more to do with being 39 weeks pregnant.

Hey, here's a teaser to keep you reading and make you less scared of me! Maybe if you're lucky I'll post a pic of my comically swollen feet! They look like the mean aunt's on Harry Potter who gets blown up like a balloon and floats away.

Still reading? Good for you.

*Yellow personality is an allusion to the personality colors test that most people take in High School and/or college. Some tests use orange or gold instead of yellow. But we like to keep it old school.

To my unborn son

2011-06-08T21:46:00.000-07:00

To my unborn son:

Alright little man...time to hatch. Dr. Boyer (you'll meet her...she'll be one of the first people you see, aaaand she'll perform your circumcision--don't worry you'll thank me in junior high) says that you are in the perfect position. We're just waiting on you.

I know Grandma says you aren't allowed to come out until after Uncle Ryan's graduation. I just don't think I can bear it any longer. This is what I currently look like because of you:

If you find yourself freaking out because I posted a bare belly pic, then you should (a)take the stick out of your butt or (b) go watch some FOX news to neutralize the scandal

Yes my darling son...that is you in there. Yes you have dropped, and yes I am that white. If it appears painful and/or uncomfortable then you are spot on. IT IS. So come out already.

Don't worry, I still love you even though:

I cannot bear to carry you en utero any longer
You totally ruined my butt
People saw a picture of me before you came into my life and didn't really believe it was me. Seriously, I used to be so hot.

So we'll see what kind of personality you have: you can stay holed up inside me according to grandma's wishes or flip your due date the bird and dive bomb into Dr. Boyer's waiting hands. And don't be scared to do the latter...after all you are a product of me.

Love,

Mom

New York Post

2011-06-02T10:05:00.000-07:00

Call me crazy...but if your last name is "Weiner" you should just not go into politics.

Thats it.

Mashup

2011-05-20T17:42:00.000-07:00

First and foremost lets start with the fetus stats:

He weighs 7 2/1 lbs. I'm only 36 weeks. Oh my cuss.
He's in the 92% for size and weight. Oh my,
The doctor showed me the size of his head on the ultra sound and all I could say was "ouch"
Please, please, please universe...let my little one come before he ends up weighing over 9 lbs.
My doctor said I have really great abdominals...then corrected herself and said "well you DID have really great abdominals." She also said that I'm hiding the ginormous size of my fetus well. FYI I'm totally bragging.

Here are some cool celebrity sightings I've had recently:

Toby McGuire: Saw him at our outdoor mall. My friend spotted him by saying "Oh hey...there's spiderman." We all started looking for someone dressed as spiderman. Then we realized it was Toby. Awesome.
Jon Tenney: I don't know who he is but apparently he plays Fritz Gerald on "The Closer." He sat next to us at the food court with his friends and we joked about the gas lamps not working. He also wore a denim jacket with denim jeans. The 90s look is back in full swing here.
Richard Dreyfuss: spotted him at the grocery store I go to. I thought only the me and the rich Jewish wives went to this store. Then one afternoon I got irritated by a slow-driving old man--and then I realized it was Richard Dreyfuss. Good for you Richard.

Now its time for some random pics downloaded from my phone

pic of me at 34 weeks. I'm wearing the super cute dress my mother-in-law bought me for my birthday

um...you're cute. I want to have your baby.

My little brother and parents at his Senior Volleyball night. He's so tall and grown up! Aaaand likes to wear short shorts.

Cam and I at the top of the Hollywood sign. We did a hike with my young women. I borrowed my dad's man's man Camelpak and drank the entire gallon of water it held.

This is just a picture of a really big dog I saw. Seriously, it looked like that guy was walking a bear cub. Oh! and this is in the neighborhood where they film Modern Family.

Fetus Stats

2011-05-01T21:16:00.000-07:00

I had a Doctor's appointment on Friday to see the growth of my little man. Here's how it went:

Big head--not weirdly big, but a decent size
He's in the 75% percentile for size
He's got long legs--just like Cam
He weighs 5 1/2 lbs already! Holy smokes. That is a big boy. (I am a glad though, because no one can give me beef about my weight.)
I'm only 33 weeks. The nurses kept telling me I was 34-35. Apparently not.

Now if you think I say inappropriate things, get offended easily, and don't like hearing specifics about baby things STOP READING NOW!! I don't want to deal with angry/weird comments.

Ok, you are sure that you are committed to this? If you gasp at the word penis, then seriously just X out of this window.

Well, here goes. I definitely have a son in there. I kept having dreams that I bought a ton of boy things and clothes and then I gave birth to a baby girl. Not that I wouldn't be thrilled with a girl...I just wouldn't want to take her home in a light blue dino onesie. It's all about preparation. Anywho, as for my scary recurring dream--officially not possible. My doctor showed me the little guys junk and it is ginormous. In my OB's words "Ok! There are his big testicles...and WOW! They're already descended! (she was really impressed) Let's print a picture for your husband."

Needless to say, Cameron is a very proud dad. And I love that my OB has a sense of humor. We couldn't get a picture of the little man's face so she just printed out a pic of his manhood. That's my boy. Now lets pull out some cigars and celebrate.

The Big Lebowski

2011-04-27T15:40:00.000-07:00

So earlier this month (April 18th) I turned the big 23. I know 23 still means infant to some people, but as a kid I always thought that the day I turned 23 would be the day I was officially an adult. My mom got married when she was 23 and then a few months later "whoopsies!" found out that she was pregnant with my oldest brother. That's a lot of life experience packed into one age.

Anywho, I literally had the perfect birthday. Well...what did I do?

I did nothing all during the day
I didn't put pants on until 3 pm
I put pants on when my friend Stacey came by with her adorable babe and 3 packs of Sour punch straws and a balloon
I watched like 4 hours of Gilmore Girls and Psych
I did not let myself feel guilty about not working/working out/putting on pants/doing anything productive

I know that if my 18 year old self saw that my 23 year old self posted how great it was to do nothing on my b-day she would punch me in the face. Seriously. I usually like to have birthdays that are jam packed with all of my favorite things to do. So it must be pregnancy.

My pregnancy also revolved around the gifts that Cam gave me. He asked a few weeks prior what I wanted/wanted to do for my day and I said that all I wanted was a bad a steak and chocolate cake. He totally went above and beyond. I woke up to a Nordstrom gift card (so I can buy myself cute shoes) and a really sweet letter that made me cry (preggers.) Then he got off work early and surprised me with a reservation at the best restaurant in the world.

The restaurant is called Mastro's and it's in Beverly Hills. I didn't know if anyone knew what it was...but every person I've said the word Mastro's to has started screaming about the divinity of this restaurant. This place is totally beautiful. I'm going to sound podunk but there were different waiters to help me into my seat, put my napkin on my lap, pour my water, take my orders etc. Real high class. But most importantly they all told me how beautiful I looked as a pregnant woman. Awesome. That is a sure fire way to get an awesome tip.

So, Cam pulled out all the stops and we gorged ourselves on the seafood platter (I'm in love with lobster now) and had some of the best steaks in the world. Look, I'm about to rant about a steak, and even this rant cannot describe how freak nasty awesome it was. The first bite I took the steak was so good, so divine, so heavenly that I wanted to scream at it. And whenever I eat red meat I feel like I can go fight crime now. It was pretty much food pornography for me--if that makes sense. We finished the meal with a piece of chocolate cake that said "Happy Birthday Katie" on it.

Lets be honest...this is the most unflattering picture of me ever. But you can tell how excited my double chin was to jump into that cake.

Oh, if you were wondering, the cake was also so good that I wanted to scream obscenities at it.

Then we finished up the night by taking off my heels, getting into my big-gal sweat pants and falling asleep on the couch. It was the most perfect birthday I've ever had.

Oh! and the weekend before a really awesome co-worker of Cam's let us borrow his beach cruisers and ride around Santa Monica and on down past Venice beach. I felt amazing but got really sweaty. Cam got a new pair of sunglasses in Venice. I also saw a homeless man holding 3 joints in his hand--it was only 10 am.

Kind've a belly shot if you look close enough. But if you miss it, then I look like I'm riding my bike to my first day of kindergarten

It felt so good to get some really fresh ocean air and be out and exercising for a couple of hours at a time. But...literally the last 5 minutes of the ride I just pooped out and kept repeating "I can't do it, I can't do it, I can't do it." Cam had us hop off and just walk the bikes back to the apartment. Power of positive thinking folks. Or maybe just the power of Cameron's foresight.

Won't you be my neighbor

2011-04-23T09:43:00.000-07:00

Now that I'm over 8 months pregnant I've started to become the total grumpy/crazy pregnant lady cliche. This week I've stayed in my apartment practically the whole time--which is probably contributing to the crazy lady vibe I'm sending out. Anywho, because of my self inflicted jail sentence, I've noticed I've become like Shia Laboeuf from that weird old scary movie Disturbia. I hear/see waaay too much of my neighbors. So here's my stalker download.

A & P: They're the only neighbors I like. They actually have names but I felt weird putting their names up on the internet. Super awesome couple who have a 2 year old son (who is adorable and gives me hope that I won't hate my own 2 year old son) and the wife is due with a baby girl like 3 days after me. They are great. Oh, and they also gave us 6 boxes of their sons baby clothes. Rock on.
Ciggy McSmokepipe: Crazy jewish lady who lives across and up from us. The only time I see/smell her is when she is out in front of her door wearing cra-cra-crazy clothes and smoking the weirdest smelling cigarettes for the rest of the complex to inhale. And no, its not pot. "Oh Katie, how would you know what pot smells like?" Two words: older brother. Needless to say her funky smokes piss me off every time I smell them and I slam my sliding glass door shut.
How to Catch a Predator: Pretty sure this guy is a serial killer. Or so lonely that he is creepy. He dresses like a Hollywood producer would--you know, the velour sweat suit and a baseball cap that he puts his little ponytail through. He just talks too much, and gives too much advice. And says creepy things like "Oh I saw that some repairmen came to your apartment today." NO. Just, no. I now keep my blinds closed.
Mr. and Mrs. Weiner: I know I have no room to talk but this couple looks like some weird cult took two children and married them. They both look like child brides. That is weird. Oh, and the only time I see them is when they go out to walk their weiner dog. Hence Mr. and Mrs. Weiner.
Twin Ararbic Nightmares: One family has two twin boys who live on the first floor. They are the worst kids in the world. I mean seriously, the worst two year olds you can imagine. Again, you ask, Katie, what would you know about bad two year olds...my son/daughter was sooo bad blah blah blah. No, seriously. They are worse than your worst kid because there are TWO of them. I only hear them scream/screech, yell at their parents, and cry. Yesterday they threw such a crazy fit that everyone in the apartment complex could hear it--and they were indoors. So guess what? Some crazy person called the cops on them! What?! I feel bad for the parents. And no, it wasn't me.
Creep: I honestly have no idea who lives above us but I can hear them...and it freaks me out. Understandably, every now and then I take a bathroom break at like 2 or 3 in the morning. That is when this person is showering. No, its weird, really. Because its 2 or 3 am on a TUESDAY. Not a friday or saturday night. And, ugh, the worst part---their intimate life. It doesn't happen very often but when it does it literally makes the dogs in the neighborhood bark it gets so loud. I'm talking like sound bites straight out of Sex and the City--no wait, more like a super bad cliched porno. Cam and I just look at each other, and then go play a movie or try and talk over it. It is crazy.
Twiggy on weed withdrawals: Really skinny pretty lady who just moved in. I tried to make friends with her but she is TERRIFIED of me. Don't worry, you can't catch pregnancy.

And thats about all the people I come in contact with in my complex. I guess I could try and make more friends with people...but I really just don't want to. Come on, you just saw how crazy they are.

Do you like me? Check Yes or No

2011-04-10T16:40:00.000-07:00

I'm just going to throw this out there....

If you ever want to have sex, do not do a Gollum impression.

Why? well, everyone can do a creepy Gollum voice. Do not tell the world that you are good at impressions and then do the Gollum voice. You will never get laid. And it is creepy.

Oh and also--don't wear a cape.

Through the Looking Glass

2011-04-06T13:17:00.000-07:00

I'm going through a lot of changes now that I'm pregnant. Obviously. But I've encountered new undiscovered territories in my life.

Example #1: Diaries of a Mad Caucasian Pregnant Woman.

At my 7th month check up I got some poorly delivered news from my nurse and doctor: I've gained too much weight. @#$@%!!!! I'm confused. I know that I initially gained weight on my hips and thighs (its like a shelf to hold the rest of me up!) boobs (seriously, if you are flat, just get pregnant and you will be a DD in no time) and face. That all happened within the first trimester, and since then, I've just gotten a huge belly.

IN ADDITION! I only crave healthy foods! So I only eat healthy foods! I'm not bragging! Exclamation marks! And I'm like a weimareiner now: if I don't get to go outside and work out I'll just end up chewing the furniture and pooping all over the carpet.

Ok, I get it, so whole grains+leafy greens+lean protein+1 hour of daily exercise=oh Katie, watch what you eat, you're gaining too much weight. I talked to my doctor, and she said, well just watch the carbs.

I cried on the car ride back because I was so enraged. NO ONE tells me to watch my carbs!!! I wanted to punch a mirror, or some other nonsensical act of violence. I mean #*%@! I'm pregnant! What do you want me to do? Go on a diet? Also, look at the [bleeping] size of my man cub fetus...HE'S HUGE!!! Call me crazy, but maybe a lot of this new weight is coming from the growing size of my huge baby. Both sides of my family gave birth to big babies. I mean, I was born a week early and weighed 8 lbs! And don't even get me started on the TEN POUND babies born on my dad's side. (yeah...I'm getting an epidural.)

me at 23-24 weeks

And me and Ry Ry at 27 weeks. I got big fast.

So maybe my doctor and the nurse are idiots, or maybe I've turned into Emily Gilmore/the mom from Arrested Development who says that their doctor is an idiot and doesn't know what he/she is talking about.

So, wow. I'm hormonal. Deal. And here's another example of newfound territory:

Example #2: Am I a teen mom or a grown-up?

When I first started showing I got a lot of weird looks from people. Not like "wow I can't believe you're going out in public with your hair like that" but more like "holy crap you're a pregnant teenager" kinda looks. Honestly, old news. People have been mistaking me as a 14 year old since I was 16, and thinking I was twins with my little brother who is four years younger than me. Whatever, I have a baby face, I look young, no I'm applying for a job not looking for my mom.

But now that I'm pregnant, I don't want people to think I'm some irresponsible idiot! No! I'm married! My husband has a full-time job...that offers health care and dental! No look! its a PPO! I'm a contributing member of society! No matter my protests I still got the "whaaaer you? Like one a them teen girls who gets 'erself pregnant to get on that ther "Teen mom" show to gitcha self famous on tha MTV?" [read aloud in your best Arkansas hick voice.]

Well, that Arkansas's opinion was shattered earlier this week. On one of my walks around my neighborhood I got stopped by a woman. Not just a woman, a REALTOR. Asking if I was in the market for a house...or an addition for my little one. Wha...?? I was so shocked that someone was treating me like an adult I answered like a 10 year old...."no, ugh no." The following conversation ensued in my head:

Crazy brain: "what does she think I am? Some kind of grown-up? Like I could ever afford one of these houses? Ok crazy lady, come back and talk to me in like 5 years. Hah, well crazy, I'm looking to expand to a 2 bedroom apartment at the end of the summer!! Nice try. Crazy. Treating me like a grown-up."

Logical brain: "Katie. You are crazy. Do you know how many young trophy wives live in this neighborhood? You fit the bill. You're walking around with sunglasses on in the middle of the work day. Also, you're 23, pregnant and married, with a PPO. You're a grown-up."

My former sense of self is shattering all around me. I'm no longer the "skinny-biotch" teen mom. I'm officially the "watch your carbs" house buying adult. Help me.

Whoopsie Daisies

2011-03-22T10:10:00.000-07:00

Apparently I've ruffled quite a few feathers from my last post. I'm not surprised. I'm sorry if I've hurt some feelings. But I will not rescind my comments. I will not waiver. It would take a direct order from the commander in chief to make me rescind...and we all know Obama would never do that (and he loves BYU--no seriously! watch ESPN.)

So instead of throwing a handkerchief on the ground, walking ten paces and spinning around holding pistols (read Dostoevsky much?) we'll all agree to disagree. And don't read my blog. Easy!

So we're all ok. I'm ok, you're ok, we're all O.K.

And inhale, and exhale, and resume child's pose.

But seriously, (inhale) don't read my blog (exhale)

Namaste.

Let's talk about: Sports.

2011-03-16T13:06:00.000-07:00

And when I mean sports I mean BYU basketball and Jimmer. WOO!

But, one thing has been bothering me. A lot of other basketball teams consider us their rivals, when in fact, we do not consider them our rivals.

So lets talk about fans--specifically UNLV fans. Lets make one thing clear, I have absolutely nothing against UNLV or their basketball team, or even the students. For some reason UNLV fans who comment on my friends' posts and show up on my facebook newsfeed sound uneducated, illiterate and lets be honest, down right stupid. For example:

Unnamed BYU alum friend of mine posts "I'm sorry but the New Mexico basketball team bugs me"

UNLV fan says "Not as much as the byu team bothers all of america!"

Uh...what? Seriously, give me a break. 1. I know this UNLV fan and she did not go to UNLV, she went to hair school...in Provo. And 2. are you just bitter because we easily defeated UNLV...TWICE? 3. Jimmer has been featured on the cover of New York newspapers. People I know who have only lived in New York for a few months and therefore consider themselves "New Yorkers" claim it to be the greatest city in the world. If the greatest city in the world is excited about Jimmer...that means not all of America is annoyed by him. Just you, and your hair school friends. Holy smokes, my sarcasm meter is off the charts.

Another one of my close friends, who is a BYU alum and was raised in Vegas wrote a status about Jimmer...surprise. Who hasn't. (Just shut up and get on the band wagon.) Another UNLV fan got upset with her because she was rooting for BYU...her alma mater. She was rooting for the university that she studied at for 4 years and graduated from with a degree. My friend made this point back at the offended UNLV fan, but clearly he did not understand what "alma mater" means. He was still upset and said something to the effect of "real people from vegas and real people from our high school root for UNLV" Really. High school....really? PLEASE!!! I wish that these people would just read what they are about to post out loud and realize how stupid they sound.

I do realize that it sounds like I'm saying suck it to New York, Vegas and hair school, but I'm really not. Promise.

And I guess while we're talking about lame-o fans it is my duty to talk about SDSU. Again, let me make it clear that I have great friends who went to SDSU who could not be more respectful of my religion and others. I know that not all SDSU fans scream bigoted chants or make offensive signs. I really appreciate that. Honestly, thank you to all of the educated people out there who respect religions of all kinds.

So here's to "The Show" or the SDSU guys who dress up as Mormon missionaries, and hold up signs saying "Jimmer, which one of your wives gave you mono?" Really, those fans have truly shown how classless, uneducated and bigoted they are.

When I found out that after BYU beat SDSU and the SDSU fans started chanting "You're still Mormon" I didn't get it. Well yes, fact: Those players and their fans are INDEED still mormon. As long as we're throwing out some facts, here are a few for you. Fact: scoreboard. Fact: you're a douche. Truly, truly truly a douche for mocking someone's religion. Fact: congrats on beating us at the Mountain West conference. You really beat us by a huge margin. Fact: Even though you won, some of your players still had to be a douche and talk smack to BYU players right after the game. Fact: I respect your coach for asking the student body to not be disrespectful towards us. Fact: you're still a douche and a bigot. Since when did it become ok again to mock someone's religion? Something that people hold sacred you clown around in at a basketball game. Fact: you're a douche.

I just wish that everyone at SDSU could live by the famous line given by Ron Burgundy "Stay classy San Diego."

I know it isn't very Christlike of me to call people a douche...but hey, the facts are facts.

Go ahead, get pissed. Go Cougs.

Father Daughter Bonding

2011-03-05T14:53:00.001-08:00

This is an excerpt of a phone conversation I had with my dad (Ken) last night:

Me: I don't know, I just really don't like when random people come and touch my stomach. Maybe I'm being all weird about it.

Ken: You know what, I always had a problem with people going and touching stomachs. I want to say "Hey, you have huge body parts. Look at your butt, you have a huge butt, but I don't just go up and touch it."

I tried really hard to not wet my pants.

Love you Dad.

Le Chateau de mon mari

2011-02-25T18:08:00.000-08:00

Recently I've noticed that this blog revolves around me and being pregnant. Its probably because that's all my progesterone laden brain can handle. So I've decided to do a blog post all about my man.

My angel face working from home

As you probably know, Cam works for a consulting firm here in Westwood called LEK. Their primary customers are biotech companies and media companies (LA and Hollywood.) Most strategy majors at BYU really turn their noses down to LEK and consider it a second tier consulting firm because they are idiots and only believe in the "holy trinity" of Baine, BCG and Mckinsey. Look, I don't even care that I spelt Mckinsie wrong...two times in a row. LEK is pretty much the top dog when it comes to consulting in the media field. They've had/have SUPER big name clients and helped build a model to end the writer's strike that was going on a few years ago. It's really cool!!!

Anywho, Cam's been working like a dog recently because he's been allocated on two cases simultaneously. Wednesday he worked through the night and came home Thursday morning at 6 am to get about 45 minutes of sleep. Thursday night they sent him home at 5 pm (Miracle of Miracles!!) but someone from his other case asked him to do a ton of work 2 minutes before he was leaving so we spent our time together doing work on the couch pretty late (booooo.)

But here's the thing about Cam--he has the most angelic tired/asleep face. Its almost frustrating at times because I roll around, drool, and sleep with my mouth open and make lots of sounds. Cam never looks as peaceful than he does when he is asleep. Closed eyes, closed mouth, literally sleeps with both hands beneath his cheek like how those little baby pageant girls pose on stage.

Anywho, last night I put Cam to bed at 9:38 pm. He asked me a favor and by 9:39 he was totally passed out, with his little angel-sleeping face. His favor was if I could "not come into the bedroom and be really loud and wake him up." In my progesterone induced state, I WOULD have gotten totally ticked. But when he asked me he had this sleepy cherub face on. You cannot get mad when a sleepy cherub reprimands you. Instead you just want to pinch their little cheeks and tell them how adorable they are.

Now 1.) I know that everything I've said is pretty much the opposite that a man wants to hear about himself. But he was just too dang adorable I had to share it with you empty universe.

But lets get real. Cam's a man. He has chest hair, a strong jaw, a six pack and a really deep voice. All the qualifications that 12 year olds think it takes to be a man.

As a really mature grown-up, I think Cam is a manly man for other reasons.

He works his butt off to provide for his family. He does stay late, and sometimes has to work on the weekends. He does so that when this baby comes I can stay at home and not have to work. Not that there is ANYTHING wrong with working moms--Cameron just knows that I would rather be at home with the angel-babe and is doing everything he can to make that happen.
He's willing to do baby stuff with me. He has agreed to go register for baby things at Babies R Us, he has looked at strollers with me online, and he has committed to spend two whole saturdays going to a childbirth preparation class with me. Now I know that missing his soccer game to see a discolored bowling ball come out of a woman's hoo-ha, and then imagine that happening to his little wife is the LAST thing he wants to do on his day off, but he's still doing it.
He still loves me even though I'm a nut job. Usually at night I'll have lucid moments, and that is probably the best part of his day. But Cam is so sweet that he has never differentiated my lucid and non-lucid states. If I start crying about making dinner he gives me a hug, rubs my back and puts me to bed while he makes pancakes. Can you say dreamboat?!
Cameron requires minimal up-keep. I think I'll appreciate this more once the baby comes, but I'm loving the benefits of it right now. If Cam gets home at a decent hour, we'll usually have dinner together, watch some NBA game/sports nation (it is the best sports show ever) talk about his day, my day, talk about the little man and how he kicked my plate off my stomach and then cameron talks about his fears that I'm growing an alien. Easy. He really doesn't ask for much, just some quality talk and time together

we took a little trip to Santa Monica a few Saturdays ago because it was suuuch a gorgeous day. And he is a gorgeous man.

I don't know why I get so annoyed when people are like "I HAVE THE BEST HUSBAND IN THE WORLD!!!! No, really! He is waaaay better than yours." uuugh...yeah, you're just really annoying. So instead of that, I'll end my dedication to my manly man by saying he is the best man for me. He is the man of my dreams, and I love him so so so much.

The Precious

2011-02-16T18:36:00.000-08:00

I bet you thought I meant my fetus...or even my husband. Wrong. I'm talking about this baby:

One stroller to rule them all. The Bumbleride indie. Its made to carry a newborn up to a toddler. Jogging stroller and umbrella everyday stroller all in one. Huge canopy, huge storage space, and most importantly...sexy.

Yeah, I have turned into one of those weirdos who goes from looking at 5 inch heels on the Nordstrom website to looking at bad-a strollers online. Forget pregnancy hormones...the mommy hormone has kicked in...and wow, I'm blogging about strollers. My followers just dropped from 3 readers to like .05

Anywho. Fetus is deciding whether he wants to be a linebacker or play on the USA soccer team. He kicks, flips, wiggles, hiccups, punches and headbutts like a champ. Nurses...who are unhappy with their lives...like to tell me "good luck with this one! You're life is pretty much going to suck because he is crazy active!"

Uggghhh....thanks jerk. 1. He's a boy, so of course he's going to wiggle and jive a lot more than a girl. 2. He's the son of Cameron Jones so he's meeting expectations. 3. My doctor is amazing and says that active babies are a sign of a healthy baby so be thankful and glad! Love you Boyer (shoot dirty look to nurses.)

So I have an active baby. Are there any perks to that? Oh yeah. When fetus kicks I tend to touch my stomach. Anytime I touch my stomach people are sooo freaking nice to me. The workers at Cafe Rio offer me free quesadillas, put extra meat in my burritos, and give me like 5 trillion stamps on my stamp card. Fruit cart lady in east LA (who doesn't speak any english) smiles and hands me a free orange when I buy an apple. When I go to vendors to buy denim (I buy jeans for a jeans company) they sit me down, fill up my water bottle, give me cookies, ferrero roche, bananas, and apples. They also give me a discount which I will gladly take. Scary hairy/burly check out guy at the grocery store puts all my groceries in my cart and offers to put them in my car...and smiles. Trader Joe's cashier worker sincerely asks me how my day is going and then advises me to take a nap if I'm tired...it was cute not demeaning.

I freaking love it. I'm considering after the baby is born wearing one of those maternity pads like the crazy ex-wife did in Glee. Someday I'll post a belly pic. If I ever take one. Oh I also found stretch marks...not on my stomach...on my butt. I'm pissed. It looks when I was about to sit on the toilet a crazy cat jumped through my bathroom window and raked it's claws on my backside. Whoa, TMI. Blog readers went from .05 to .002. Well, for now be consoled with a picture of clothes that Mama Jones bought for fetus.

Thats right. Dinosaur onesies. Its pretty much the equivalent of a fluffy white kitten playing with yarn (or for the non-cat people a lab puppy frolicking through a field.) And don't worry, I've already gone out and spent obscene amounts of money on cutie patootie little man clothes. Yikes, I'm writing out baby talk. Aaand cut.

The Boo-Boo Box

2011-02-03T18:53:00.000-08:00

I think it still surprises people that Cam and I are living in L.A. Whenever we tell friends from BYU or even people from our hometowns they say..."Oh! what part of L.A.? like Burbank? or Orange County?" #1. What? Orange County? Do you say that because they are both places in Southern California? Because that is about all they have in common with each other.

So no, universe, our address says "Los Angeles" and our area code is 90025. Also, Its west L.A. so its totally awesome and not scary. Yeah there was that incident with the bank robbers hiding in a basement behind my apartment and the LAPD blocked off the street and had the helicopter circling for hours...but that was just that one time. But really, we live in Westwood which has Bel Air to the north, Beverly Hills to the east, and Santa Monica to the West. Its actually a really nice area with a minimal number of homeless people.

So, as you could tell from previous blog posts I was sooooo excited to move back to Southern California because I thought L.A. would just be one big fun extension of Yorba Linda. Wrong. I hated LA the first few months we lived here. If I want to run errands I can only go out between the hours of 11:00am and 2:00pm or else I'll get stuck in traffic for hours. It takes like 20 minutes to drive to our grocery store, and then another 20 minutes to fight over a parking spot with some young asian BMW owner (not racist, its just fact) and maze through pro-abortionists who ask me to donate money so they can light republicans on fire.

I thought the grocery store was bad until I thought I'd venture a few miles out and go to Costco. Costco is, afterall, my safe place and the 2nd happiest place on earth to me. I get there, and of course, the parking situation is bad. But the warehouse seemed to be made to fit the exact specifications of my worst nightmare. People. everywhere. Swarming like maggots. Sample tables everywhere. all the muffins are freaking sold out. I tried so hard. I tried going at all different times on different days to see if it made a difference at all. Guess what, it didn't. Even if you get there 20 minutes before the place opens, there are 50 people lined up in front of the doors to get in--again, not exaggerating its a fact.

I just came to avoid it...and I used my pregnancy as an excuse. "Well, they have all of that seafood sitting out, and all the people smell like B.O. and I hate vomiting in public blah blah blah." So I stopped going. But people kept asking me to buy things for parties etc and the line was "Oh! it's so easy! just go to costco and they'll have it there!"

The only way I can describe how I felt when someone suggested I go there, is that scene from Hook. Captain Hook is having a meeting with all of his pirates and then brings up something that someone did wrong. The offending pirate then comes and begs for forgiveness totally crying with tears and snot everywhere. Captain Hook then lulls him into security by talking to him like a baby, and says "Someone made a boo-boo. To the boo-boo box" The bad pirate then starts screaming bloody murder through his tears and fights it the whole way screaming until they lock him in a little box and drop scorpions in.

That is exactly how I felt. "Please! (sobbing) Don't make me go there! Not the boo-boo box!" Cameron, of course was surprised at all the emotional turmoil going on and also surprised that I'd say boo-boo box between sobs instead of Costco.

But, I have to say, I found a magical place just 20 minutes away from Westwood. It's called Manhatten Beach and that place is my freaking haven. I first started driving out there because I found out they have a Cafe Rio* and cello...I'm preggers so of course I'm gonna make a weekly trip there. Then oh wow! a real life shopping center! With a parking lot! and its free?! Cafe Rio sits in the middle of a shopping center that has totally bland normal places. Not specialty item stores, just regular places. Almost like it was the suburbs. Then, I discovered a Bed Bath and Beyond a block away that also offered lots of free parking. Then, when I was taking a backroad to try and get back to the 405 I discovered it...sitting there...in all its glory. Costco. A normal, average Costco.

I probably cried. I can't remember because I was just so happy and excited. And now Costco and I have made up. It may be a somewhat long distance relationship but it is sooo worth it.

So, long post. But point is I really love West LA now. Its strange though because I want some type of normalcy like parking lots and inexpensive grocery stores, but I love all of the weirdos. Just this weekend we went to the Santa Monica Pier, and passed an old guy in booty-bike shorts, mesh tank top, and long white knee socks roller blading. It was one of the best things I've ever seen. It was just so many stereotypes rolled into one I couldn't believe it. Even our church building in LA has a ton of weirdies. Just last weekend, President Uchtdorf (a high up in the LDS church) visited and spoke in a sacrament meeting while two old crazy ladies screamed in the foyer. A lady with a baby looked at me and was like, wow, only in LA. I told her I was from Orange County and she asked if the OC was like this...oh of course not. Its a lot more like Utah. Everyone has blonde hair, really cares about their appearance and how people perceive them. Of course you still get that in LA...I mean hello its LA. But alongside the boob-job blondes you get the overweight male in his late 40s who looks like he has an animal pelt on along with his european cut speedo.

Love it. Here's to la-la land.

*Cafe Rio is a Utah based tex-mex restaurant-esque place. Its extremely addicting. And if you have ever lived in Utah for some period of time you will make the trip to Manhatten Beach to get your smothered pork burrito on.

Le Petit Prince

2011-01-27T21:33:00.001-08:00

...I have created man. My fetus showed Cam and I just what he was made of in the downward dog position during my 20 week ultrasound.

Look at his cute little face!!

I was pretty mad going into this radiology appointment because my OB said that I shouldn't get my hopes of finding out the sex. Apparently there's a 20% chance that the tech will screw up and tell us the wrong gender. Well, this little one sported his manhood loud and proud. The tech rubbed her gel and magic wand on my belly for what seemed like 45 minutes without saying a word to either me or Cam. I was dying. I could hear Cam's little gasps of "oh my gosh!!" and "oh wow!"

Finally, the tech took all of her pictures and then turned to me and said "I have not seen a baby this active in a really long time. I was practically chasing him around to get a picture. Oh, and its a boy." She turns the screen to me and there's the little guy in his yoga position so he could let mom know not to buy pink or doilies.

On the plus side, the tech also said he was extremely photogenic. Apparently he stayed still long enough for her to get pictures of his heart, spine etc. And he has a freaking cute face.

Bad news, I'm a sap now. When I saw the live feed I started crying and thinking that he was the most beautiful thing that I'd ever seen. I also felt some motherly pride/I am the fetus whisperer. He was wiggling around and then when the tech showed me the screen he settled down and just wiggled his little arms up and down. It was like he knew that master and commander (mom/me) was watching so he was on his best behavior.

So, he's an insanely active little man (thank you Cameron) and is really photogenic and cute (thank you Cameron.)

Annunciation

2011-01-03T15:29:00.000-08:00

Merry Christmas!!! My Christmas present to the universe is an heir to the Taylor-Jones dynasty.

Thats right. I am a large and in charge soon to be mama. I've got a hungry little fetus that is about 17 weeks right now. Your welcome universe.

And don't get pissed that I didn't personally tell you. I didn't really personally tell anyone besides our families and the owner of the Italian restaurant where I go to get my turkey sandwich. You may be really upset, but seriously, I'm sorry, I just didn't have the time to call all my friends and acquaintances between work, naps, vomiting, nausea and doctor appointments. So don't be mad or mean about it, because I'm pregnant.

Next question you will be dying to ask...was this planned? Because you are only 22 and you have your entire life to live! Answer: Um...I got married when I was 20 so I'm not sure how many qualms I have about having children at a young age...also...i'm mormon so duh. But really, it wasn't totally planned. I guess you could say Cam and I weren't as "careful" for like 3 days when we were first put on LEK insurance. But guess what? God's got product to move. You only need to not be "careful" once to find yourself getting sick at the smell of your own refrigerator.

So yes, I will definitely go to high schools and preach to girls that it only takes ONE time to get pregnant so don't be stupid. Yeah guys may get caught up in the moment...but lets be honest, we're women and we have the sense of mind to stop, drop, and wrap that puppy up. TMI?

But really, Cameron and I are so freaking excited for this baby. This baby will be the first grandchild on BOTH sides of the family so can you say spoiled? (I'm actually totally ok with this because the more free cute clothes we get the less money we have to spend.) Cam's parents are so excited but I have to say that I think Colleen wins for the most excited soon to be grandparent. When I told her she started jumping up and down. Picture that in your head because it was totally awesome.

I have some ultra sound pics that I could put up...but I'll just summarize for you. Make a bowl of oatmeal, and then put a bean sprout in the middle of it. Bam. That is what my fetus looks like. On the live feed, it looks like a pinto bean with sprouts with a beating heart (which by the way is the coolest thing in the ENTIRE world to see your baby's heartbeat.)

I don't know the sex yet, but I do have an inkling I'm creating a man-child in my uterus. I also just found out that my mom was 0 for 4 in guessing the sex of her children so in reality we'll probably have a girl.

And I am showing, but lucky for me I'm carrying this baby really low on my stomach and on my face. So instead of looking knocked up I look like I ate a box of ho-ho's everyday for 3 weeks. And for those of you who are brats and say "Oh! poor you, I only carried my baby weight right on my stomach!" I say...good luck with the stretch marks.

Grandma

2010-12-16T19:14:00.000-08:00

It's taken me a while to finally write a blogpost about my grandmother. I've been too emotional to really write about it until now. My grandma passed away a little over a month ago from a car accident she was in with my grandpa. No one really knows about my extended family that much...especially my dad's side of the family (including me.) But briefly, my dad grew up in a horrible living situation and as soon as he could he got the hell out of dodge. He met my mom in college at BYU, they fell in love and my mom waited for my dad while he was out on a mission in Brazil. When my dad met my mom's family, they welcomed him in with open arms. I'm pretty sure his adult life he considered her (and called her) "mom" because she treated him like her own son.

Needless to say, she's the one and only grandma I've ever known. Her body had slowly been giving out on her for the past two years, and she was preparing all of her children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren for her eventual passing. We all knew it was coming, but it was still hard to hear the news. No one expected her to die such a violent death which made it even more hard to hear.

My grandma was honestly such an amazing woman. She was a beauty queen, but fiesty and had the best sense of humor ever. I always felt like she loved the kids in my family best; this feeling lasted my entire life until her funeral. I found out that every grandchild felt like he or she was someone so monumentally important and special in her life.

She was such a southern belle! A picture of her hanging out before the reception on my wedding day.

But I really do feel like a lucky grandchild: two weeks before her passing I made a special trip with my mom and dad to her and my grandpa's house to hang out and share some of the exciting things happening in mine and Cam's life. When my mom told me she passed away, I was invited to dress her for her burial (FYI in mormon culture when someone passes away who has gone through our temple, we dress them in special burial clothes and this is done by other people in our church--usually children or friends.) I was sooooo emotional when I first saw her body but dressing her was such a crazy experience. It hurt, a lot, but it was also a spiritual experience. I felt a sense of closure that a lot of my cousins did not have since they were out of town.

Her funeral was beautiful and attended by a TON of people. At her burial site all the grandkids could release a dove into the air which sounds super corny but it was awesome and seemed to be the comic relief of the highly emotional day.

As a lot of you know, I'm very open about some of my emotions. When I'm happy i'm ECSTATIC and when I'm upset I am PISSED. But I really hate crying in public. Don't ask me why, but my dad and younger brother are the same way. So at the memorial service a lot of people were baby face bawling but I was pretty stoic. Then my dad gave the most amazing talk that really communicated how I felt. It was a talk on the plan of salvation and how we can rejoice that my grandmother is in heaven now, and not weighed down with her physical earthly ailments. But still, we're sad, because selfishly we wanted her to be here for the birth of her next great-grandchild, or to see the baptism of her last grandchild or to be at the farewell of one of her grandsons. I lost it at my dad's talk. It was really amazing.

I really miss my grandma. I think its so hard because she was such a constant in mine and my siblings lives. She was always there. She gave my oldest brother his first bath. We lived with her when we were little kids when my dad was a consultant. She was at all my graduations and at my wedding. Its hard to imagine such a constant not there anymore. But something my parents told me, is that she will still be there, at all the important things.

A few days after the funeral my cousin who I am closest to got married. It was a beautiful wedding but an even more beautiful sealing. I felt comforted because during her sealing I knew my grandmother was there.

I'll be surprised if anyone reads this post, which is ok, because this is more for me than for anyone else.

Jonsies in Real Life

2010-11-04T19:29:00.000-07:00

Cam and I have had quite a few reality checks since our move to L.A.

Living as newly weds in Utah could get insane. As in competitive insane. So many girls with brand new shoes and cute clothes...but that wasn't as bad, it was their apartments. IMMACULATE! Decorated to perfection and for every holiday 4 weeks beforehand. Let me state that there is nothing wrong with this!! I'm just not the type of person who decorates with hand made crafts. I just always felt like a deusche every time I would visit someone and they'd open the door with an "I believe in Santa" apron on with a platter of gingerbread cookies in one hand, and a roasting turkey in the oven and hand strung cranberries around the apartment. Anywho, since moving to L.A. Cam and I set up shop and I had a few friends from high school stop by so we could drive to dinner together. They walked in and said "wait, this isn't an apartment, this is a home! cozy and homey!" Heyo!!! reality check. I'm not a desperate housewife! I don't freaking care if I decorate or not. And guess what? We didn't even dress up for Halloween! My apartment is awesome with or without cutsie decorations.
Career jobs are the worst!! (and sometimes the best.) 3 weeks ago Cameron came home every night at 6:30 and then his manager gave him Friday off. We went to Disneyland! it was awesome! But now last week Cam worked 100+ hours and it looks like he'll be doing the same thing this week and next. wah wah. career jobs.

Wednesdays with Edgar

2010-10-12T19:38:00.001-07:00

Please tell me you understand that my title is a pun on a famous book that I've never read. Well, ladies and gentlemen, I have for you someone better than Morrie...I present to you Edgar. Edgar is a 5'3", 40 year old Hispanic man who is the repairman for my apartment complex. We came to be the best of friends when within the first hour of me living in the apartment by myself (Cam was in Boston for training) our microwave, dishwasher, faucet, overhead lights and outlets broke. So by the powers of Iraj (the apartment manager) Edgar was called to spend an entire wednesday day fixing up my place. I attempted to work while Edgar asked me questions: some were deeper than others.

E: so, its Melissa, right?

K: oh no, its actually Katie

E: oh yeah! and your last name is Jorgenson?

K: uh...its Jones. But close, they both start with J's.

E: So uh Katie! Do you play any sports?

K: um, no not really.

E: really? like you don't play volleyball or basketball or softball or anything?

K: no...but in high school I did swim team and dance team.

E: oh...........

E: So you and Cameron...what do you guys do in your free time? do you play any sports or anything?

K: uumm...no

E: So what do you guys like to do together?

K: (now here i don't know how to explain that we don't usually have free time, so the few hours a day when we see each other we talk) Well, I guess we really like to eat out together and I like to cook.

E: OMG! Do you work out at all?

K: uh, I try to

E: well, I guess thats what really counts.

K: (I think he's telling me I need to work out more)

E: So, like what do you think about those women who go out and get babies put in them, when they don't even have a man!

K: Wait...what?

E: oh you know, whats the word, they get like a baster up there,

K: Oh like in vitro? Oh you mean the octo-mom?

E: yeah! ladies like her. thats crazy right? what do you think they'll say to God when they die...like oh hey, I know you know I was on welfare and had all of those fake babies that weren't mine.

K: (silence...but really thinking "wait? does he think its a hell sin to have a sperm donor?) Now speaking out loud: You know, I have no idea what God would say about that, but he'll for sure know what to do.

E: yeah i know, but just think of those women up there, standing in front of God, like..."hey".

K: haha....yeah.

Kujo

2010-09-22T19:05:00.001-07:00

I can hear two dogs outside of my apartment fighting to the death at least 14 hours out of the 24 hour day. I've also eaten eggs florentine 6 times this week.

The Would-Be Miser

2010-09-08T18:18:00.000-07:00

A lot has been happening in the Jones life--like things that are way more important than anything you have been doing. Like REAL grown up stuff. So no beef about my lack of blogging...I'm too busy being an adult.

First act of adulthood: Cameron separated his shoulder. Bravo!! Exactly two weeks before our moving date, Cam Cam went mountain biking one morning, and fell over the nose of his bike on a really steep hill. It is a 3rd degree separation on his right shoulder (when he was 18 he had a 3rd degree separation on his left) and is still in the process of healing. The x-ray of his shoulder was really popular at work and people thought I was really cool for bringing it in. People also thought I was really cool for bringing Cameron into work two days later while he was still on percocet. He was HILARIOUS.

Second act of adulthood:packing up our Budget truck and driving to Orange County. More importantly, and way more adult--I drove stick shift the entire way! Booya!! I felt REALLY good about driving stick until I stalled the car 5 times in a row at a Chevron in Primm. wah wah. Anyways, I drove the Scion, Cameron drove my CRV (separated shoulders can't drive stick shift) and my dad drove the Budget truck. It was really fun because we maxed out our speed at about 55 mph. The Budget truck could really not handle mountains, hills, or forward motion at all. At one point, my dad got the truck up to around 70 mph downhill; he likened this experience to rolling a pig down a hill.

Third act of adulthood: throwing a tantrum about apartments. I just couldn't get myself to shell out 1995 a month for a two bedroom nice apartment. So we went for the 1350 one bedroom one bathroom. Is it nice? Well, its 1350 a month. Is it cute? Well, its 1350 a month. Does it have a nice view? A 1350 view. Is it the crappiest apartment out of all the starting LEK guys? Hell yes. But i'm ok with that. In a way, the apartment is comforting because it is exactly like my grandma's house. The color, style, doors, bathroom, tiling, carpeting, blinds and porch. My grandma's house was built in the 70's, our apartment was built in the 60's. The whole apartment is the color of plain oatmeal, and I console myself with the color and 1350 a month by saying, "well, I'm just going to potterybarn/anthropologie this place out." Mark my words, I WILL have a cute and retro apartment! Just you wait!

Fourth act of adulthood: paying for our own plane tickets to come to Austin, TX to visit mama and pop pop Jones so they can baby us.

Fifth act of adulthood: still not putting up pictures, but asking my mother-in-law to send us pictures she has taken this week to prove we are still alive.

A Series of Unfortunate Snapshots

2010-08-15T15:02:00.000-07:00

I know that I've gained weight since I've been married. I gained a few pounds once I started taking birth control, and it was easy to keep blaming my extra meat on birth control. But then, oops, my size __ pants aren't as comfortable as they were...hmmm. Oh well, ooh cookies! yummy!

Then, oh my gosh, I kind've have a booty, thats fun!

Then, wow, my belly is starting to hang over my pants. ew. omg I am soo hungry, lets go to Cafe Rio. Wait, no I should really not eat as much, and I really need to start working out.

My minor body image issues soon faded into the background of my life until people started tagging recent photos of me in facebook.

Exhibit A

So, not that bad of a picture. My initial response "yikes, my hair, hmm my arms...well, thats just not a flattering picture of me...thats all." Yes, lets chalk it up to bad camera work (Lindsay Nash) and leave it at that. But then, I saw a series of pictures of me taken in the last month that are just horrendous looking. I mean, I can only blame Lindsay's poor camera work for so long.

Then I realized everything that had happened. It was as if overnight two Christmas hams grew on my thighs and butt. My boobs exploded over my bra(get over it, I just mentioned my boobs) and I had a couple of bear claws hanging off my lower stomach. My skinny jeans made my body look like a cup cake tin with too much dough coming out and over the sides. In a nutshell, this self realization was pretty much like the scene in Shrek, when Princess Fiona goes from a red-headed human into an ogre.

So why be so self deprecating on my blog? Well I'll tell you empty universe, because I'm going to start keeping track. I want to go from Ogre back to human, and Fitness Magazine told me that if I keep a public track record, I will shame myself into becoming pre-yaz* Katie.

But don't worry, I know that Cameron still loves me and I'm a daughter of God etc, etc, etc. You can give me a "don't hate your body" lecture or anything you want, but, in the end, its really no fun being an ogre.

* Yaz, aka Yasmine were the crazy pills I took before and after I got married so I wouldn't get a growth in my uterus (aka baby.) They helped me not get a growth in my uterus, but in the end gave me growth in my fat cells.

Nearly Utahns... Oh My

2010-08-10T19:25:00.000-07:00

To those who were expecting a post from Katie: I'm sorry. I told her tonight that she should be a columnist. "What kind?" she asked. I had no reply . . . Thus ended my wife's short-lived career as a columnist. So much for that sweet piece of residual income.

Okay, so issue #1: I need to say that, as a consequence of the 3 and 6 year olds that we taught in church over the last couple weeks, I am officially terrified of children. "Don't worry," my cousin Becca says, "they don't come as 3 year olds!" Right, like that helps. I get to wait in fear for three years while not sleeping. Sweet.

Issue #2: After a long weekend of consideration, Katie and I nearly decided to stay in Utah instead of going to LEK. BrainStorm offered us a job. We talked, were tempted, but in the end we turned down the offer. It was actually really hard. So here's to a short-lived career in American Fork. Cheers.

Issue #3: My wife's kid voice. I have to say it: my wife has the coolest kid voice in the world. I hear it every day, but today was the bestest. We're driving to work from our luxurious neighborhood, and as we turn a corner Katie sees a deer. No. Three deer. Katie: "Oh look it's a deer! No, THREE deer! Ah so CUTE! Today is gonna be the best day EVER!"

Here's a picture for effect:

Okay, so that probably sounds kinda normal, but just picture it like the voice belongs to your more-cute-than-terrifying 3 year old cousin who is SUPER excited and pressing his/her nose to the window while jumping up and down in the passenger seat. That level of awesome in my 22 year old wife. Awesome.

Issue #4: Okay, speaking of cousins, my little cousin Calvin is a geometry expert. His mom asked him to go do something, and he started to trot along obediently, but then he stopped dead in his tracks, yells, "Hang on, I have to make a triangle!" Then, taking his thumbs and forefingers, makes the shape of a triangle in front of him. Once done, he says, "Okay!" then runs obediently along. Geometry expert.

Awesome. So to sum up, I'm terrified of children, we were nearly Utahns, my wife loves deer, and my cousin is a genius. Any questions?

Cheers.

Katie and Cam vs. Primary

2010-08-10T16:33:00.000-07:00

Dear Empty Universe,

Since becoming leeches on the upper-class in Highland, Cam and I have been called to be substitutes for primary at our church. For those who are not Mormon or living in Utah (should i really think so highly of my blog?) primary is the holding institution for kids 3-12--each age having their own class. People who are willing to substitute these classes are in high demand because not many people want to deal with it.

Well, lucky for us, our first week as subs we taught the 3-4 year old class...aka "Sunbeams." It was pretty good birth control. Our second week substituting we had the 6-7 year old class. Here's a short break down of each week:

Sunbeams:

Most 3 year olds respond to an authoritative count down...like when I stand up and make my eyes big (and crazy), hold my hand up and start counting down from 5. The institutionalized kids run to their seats, fold their arms and look scared.
Uninstitutionalized kids...the anti-establishment, stick-it-to-the-man ones, do not respond to the count down. They respond to authoritative threats by lying on the floor and making car noises.
Bribes however, are golden. "Whoever is sitting reverently in their seat for 2 minutes gets 1 goldfish cracker." All sunbeams wrap their arms all the way around themselves and stare.
Sunbeams like to talk about their family and themselves. They ALL have something to say...about anything. Take this for example: I had a small bean bag and would throw it to a reverent kid and then he would be the only person allowed to talk (think of the conch shell in Lord of the Flies.) I threw the bean bag to each kid and asked them what they do when they pray with their families.
Child 1: "I have a brother on a mission" Me: "oh great! where is he?" child 1:...silence...
Child 2: "I have a brother! His name is nathan." me: oh, um, brothers are fun huh?
Child 3: "I want to go on my mission to Chinese!!!"
Child 4: "Robots!"

The six year olds were a lot easier than the sunbeams though. They also liked to talk...a lot. Here are some fun experiences with them.

Overweight kid farts for 3 seconds (i'm not exaggerating). He notices that i'm looking at him while this methane explosion happens. I ask "what do you say?" he says "excuse me" and keeps coloring.
Boy brings in peanut butter and chocolate cookies for the class. asks each individual person (there were six of us) if we were allergic to peanuts, because these cookies are peanut butter and have peanuts in them.
Boy spends 15 minutes showing me how red he can make his hands.
Boy asks cameron for his number so he can call him when he goes on vacation to California.
Cam and I ask the kids to name a country outside of the United States--3 out of the 4 kids scream "California!" Once we tell them that, actually, CA is IN the US, someone else screams "Las Vegas!" Yikes, anything west of Saint George is apparently a different country. Finally, the smart kid in the class (is that mean to say that?) says "Cananda!" Bingo...although very close to the US...Canada is IN FACT a different country.
Oh I forgot, someone else said Disneyland was outside of the country. I said well, actually Disneyland is in California. He didn't believe me and then explained that Disneyland is actually ON an ISLAND. Oh, gotcha.

So...sorry mom and Sherida but it doesn't look like you guys will be grandmas anytime soon.

Don't Call it a Comeback

2010-07-14T19:44:00.001-07:00

I've been here for months...I just haven't been writing.But now I am back by popular demand. I've been moving, residing in my ivory tower and living with my golden handcuffs...and it's been awesome.

So, we moved! Only from Provo to Highland (Alpine, UT) to live with our family friends the Lewises. We are paying a small fee to rent a bathroom and bedroom in their basement while they buy groceries and cook for us. Its freaking like living at home, except sleeping in a kingsize tempurpedic bed instead of your 15 year old queen size mattress that you used to have sleepovers with your cousins with. I mean...not to brag, but just this morning I had a cup of Oddawalla orange juice. Do you even know how much that junk costs? Like I said, golden handcuffs.

The move itself was not as golden as our current living situation though. I would get really emotional thinking about moving out of our condo (old ladies would call it our love nest but that phrase kinda creeps) but the actual act of moving was so horrendous that by the end I just wanted to be done and OUT. I want to say that I cannot believe how much crap we stockpiled up, but I really was aware of how much stuff we had. I just didn't do the math of stuff+physical movement+boxes=nightmare. And the cleaning aspect was even worse. I gagged a few times because of some hazardous material in and behind our fridge. Luckily my darling father-in-law cleaned that nast for me while I stood over the sink just in case i puked. How cute. But seriously, I'm not kidding.

Looking for apartments in L.A. actually makes me want to gag and stand over the sink just like the toxic waste in the provo fridge. Prices are disgusting and are only matched by the truly disgusting apartments for rent. I'm talking $1750 for an apartment recently renovated in 1965. I can practically see the dead body outlines from the blurry pictures posted online. And that, ladies and gentleman, is why I want to cry thinking about moving from our Provo condo to an LA hovel who's previous tenants were a psuedo vampire cult.

On a more positive note, working full time makes me think about the story Peter Pan a lot. And also Billy madison. whenever someone says how excited they are to graduate I want to take their chubby face in my hands and shake some nonsense into them by saying "Stay...stay as long as you can!!! Never leave!! Never grow-up!!" Every morning I wake up and think, "there is no way in hell I am going to work today." Yet somehow every morning I'm walking through the Brainstorm doors and eyeing the diet coke at 8:30 in the morning.

Don't get me wrong, I don't HATE my job or my co-workers. I HATE mornings. And I've also come to realize that working is like living with room mates again. Half the time you're laughing and having fun, whereas the other half you're screaming at someone for drinking your milk. Wait, was I the only room mate who did that? whatever. Working is also like finals though, and no simile or metaphor needed for that. You can figure that one out.

So, for my one follower out there in the universe who reads this, we accidentally packed our cameras, along with all of my clothes for the summer, so I don't think we'll get any pictures up. You'll just have to read my vapid and shallow words.

Katie, aka Captain Awesome

2010-07-04T17:24:00.000-07:00

Okay, so this is really a post about Katie. I just needed to take some time to write about how wonderful she is. Forgive me, I'm not super articulate, I'm super schmaltzy, and this is probably as lame as... well, something really lame. But still--she's awesome, and I just need to say it.

So, we watch (or used to, when it was still on) this tv show called Chuck, and in it, there is this guy named Captain Awesome. Everything he does is ... well, awesome. Jumping out of planes, rock climbing, flossing--it's all awesome, because that's just who he is. Well, that's pretty much the way I feel about my wife. I think she's awesome.

So, on this wonderful fourth of July, I'd like to share a tribute to America, yes, but most importantly to my wife: Captain Awesome. Love you babe.

Lace Maker, or "When I Was Watching the Kids...aka Sound Asleep"

2010-06-12T13:59:00.000-07:00

Being a grown up (or pretending to be a grown up by going to work everyday) has made me Vermeer's 2010 version of his 1669 version the "Lacemaker." aka getting arthritis and a hunchback from hunching over my computer and to work for 10 hours a day. Thats right...i said it...I've been working at least 10 hour days recently. I'm oooooobviously suuuuch a hard worker!! so you should look up to me. Because all i look at ALL day is windows 7 and Microsoft Office 2010 (incredibly user friendly! best office yet!)<--just giving a plug for Microsoft all bragging rights aside, I am really enjoying the two paychecks every two weeks.

Cam and I have attending 2 weddings in the last month, which is really great but also really exhausting. Here are some pics from our most recent wedding:

all of the cousins waiting outside the temple

Jonesies

the cousins...little Hazel said that my hair looked cute that day...thanks Hazel!

FYI Becca, I'm taking this little one. I don't think the offspring of Cam and I can produce a sweet/adorable/chill kid like this one.

Proof of how tired we were! Four wedding activities in ONE DAY is a little too much for us to handle.

This wedding that we were at was in Bountiful, and Cam's mom rented a hotel room for the fam to stay in. Our cousins, (the parents of all the cutie kids) cam and I stayed at the hotel for a little bit. It was a nice place for the kids to watch a movie and for them to relax. Cam's cousin Steve, the father of the kids was chosen to watch the kiddies while his wife Becca went to get some diapers and wipes. Needless to say, the second Becca walked out the door, little 2 year old Sammy dumped a whole bottle of water on one of the beds. When Steve was trying to explain how it happend he started by saying "when I was watching the kids...aka sound asleep..." I laughed. So hard. and realized, this is the basis of my life.

"While I was working...aka watching the Bachelorette" and "While I was cleaning...aka writing on my blog" or "When I was paying attention at church...aka playing with my friends baby and laughing when she blows out her diaper"

So you can be sure that if I am supposed to be doing something productive...I'm really not. There's too many Ali's and cute babies and me being obsessed with myself to really get things done.

Random Aside: One of Cam's 3 year old nieces was jumping on her dad's stomach. He covered his tenders and said "Hey, that's a little too close to the boys." She stopped jumping and yelled (thats basically her only sound level) "Hey what about the girls?!" I won't mention what the sister's of the dad yelled out at that moment, but it was hilarious.

2nd Random Aside: What's with everyone outside of California calling the Lakers "Fakers"??? Can you fake that many titles? Can you fake making 19 points in the 3rd quarter alone? I don't hate the Celtics or Jazz etc. etc., but this insane jealousy needs to stop! You hate Kobe because he is amazing and are jealous because I had a poster of him in my room when I was 13. Deeeeaaal. Just chill, and look for me holding the title with my boys, the Fakers, at the end of this--because lets face it, they love me loving them and I love them loving me loving them (obscure Chicago reference.)

Oh! and the Patriots suck!! J.K...thats just something I say when I'm in Boston and want to get murdered.

Post-apocalypse

2010-05-16T12:04:00.000-07:00

So...we graduated from BYU. Pretty awesome. When i went to pick up my cap and gown I was a little pissed off to get a brown tassel whereas everyone else had a yellow or white tassel (i mean come on, brown DOES NOT match with a navy blue cap and gown). Little did i know that... I GRADUATED WITH A BFA!!! For those of who not currently residing in the ivory tower, a BFA stands for bachelor of fine arts. wow. didn't even realize what i graduated in until i looked at the commencement program. stoked.

I was also stoked that my family and my in-laws were all there for our graduation. it was HECTIC but also ridonkulously fun.

Ken and Ryan have the same exact smile...wah wah. don't look like you're having too much fun boys.

Jonesies. Love it. Miss it.

Although graduation was LONG, and i was staaarving and had to go to the bathroom, mine and cam's convocation was amazing. I walked with the FHSS department--which was a good choice. I got to sit next to my husband and all of our econ possy that we've known since sophmore year. I can't even remember the student speech but the professor's speech was amazing, i think i even cried. (so embarassing, and no, i'm not pregnant.)

But probably the best part of the entire graduation was when i was handing my name card (that said my name, my major and that i was walking with my husband) to the announcer who read the card, looked at cameron, to me and then back to cameron and said to him "Oh my, you don't deserve her." THATS RIGHT! always remember that cam cam, because its probably the only time either of us will hear it again!

Right after we got our fake diplomas.

Our try-outs for high school musical IV

Remind me why i'm publishing this pic? yikes.

Well, i hope that's enough picture overload. And thanks BYU, I probably never cried more out of stress and confusion at any institution but at least i snagged cameron.

Part DEUX

Well, it looks like its time for Cameron and I to grow up. SURPRISE! we did! We have jobs! we are contributing members of society! We are also the new Jim and Pam because we both have a summer internship at the same company...Brainstorm Inc. Bad a$% company by the way. Free sodas and snacks at work rocks! and sucks. I can stay caffeinated and well fed throughout the day while also breaking my goals of quitting caffeine and losing weight. bam.

ALSO! LEK moved cam's start date from December to September!! Woo! no more dreading the awkward time between being done with school and waiting for our jobs to start.

Andromeda

2010-04-15T21:23:00.000-07:00

Andromeda is a painting by Rembrandt (1628), and its the mythical story of a princess who is chained to a rock to be sacrificed to a sea monster by her people. Rembrandt shows her just hanging there, super sad, just waiting for her impending doom. I am Andromeda, and Martha Peacock is the sea monster i am just waiting to devour me.
Finals huh? maybe i should try and get those done instead of blogging.
On a positive fun note...we threw a baby shower for Jacey and it was successful!!! i was asked to bring appetizerish finger foods...so i went to costco and got egg rolls. totally perfect for an all female baby shower right? Anywho, here is me and the baby mama

(don't get jealous thomas)

yay!! freshman year friends and we all still like each other!!

don't even be surprised that we did the 22 sign...or that we're still awesome 4 years later

Girl with the Pearl Earring

2010-03-22T19:14:00.000-07:00

help me, because I do not care about school anymore. I have 4 final projects due next week and I've started one of them--its a paper that i wrote a semi-first draft for and i thought i did a great job! bad news, i read it on friday and realized it is a HORRIBLE paper. dang it. I can't even get a good title for it, all i have is "the proposition in reverse" when i probably should title it "Dutch Biotches Stickin it to the Prodigal Son"
I'm a feminist. thanks to my gender class. I'm not a crazy feminazi though...i'll just call you a sexist or misogynist if you say one wrong thing.
I was talking to my little brother on the phone yesterday while he was watching a home video of when my parents brought his little infant self home from the hospital. In the background i could hear my four year old self yell "IDIOT!!" at one of my brothers...not much has changed since then...
i want to give an apology to a select group of people: those who blocked me on facebook, added me and then blocked me once again. I'm sorry that i cause so many conflicting emotions in you about me, i guess i tend to do that. (because i'm so pretty?!!)

graduation is coming soon and i genuinely have no idea what to do with post byu Katie. I guess i'll have even more time to dedicate to america's next top model and 30 rock. booyah
translating 17th century french is a nightmare. I'm not bragging, i'm just complaining. I'm making a book on one of Moliere's plays for my senior class, and i have to look through Moliere's buddy's book or "Le Registre de Monsieur LeGrange." Apparently he was an actor AND a crappy book keeper. So, all i have to say about Moliere's "Le Sicilien" is how much LeGrange got paid for performing in it for Louis XIV. i still think i should get an A.
this provo weather is appeteasing me. I feel like i go through the 4 seasons in just one day.
i bought $10 of girl scout cookies. Cameron made fun of me until he started eating the 2 whole packs of Samoa's i bought.

I'm my own worst creeper

2010-03-11T20:25:00.000-08:00

One year ago, Anne and Danny pushed aside the red flags and bought a little Twinkie. Witness.

Yes, Twinkie is a little maltese dog we had a birthday party for him. I know that everything I just said is bizarre and weird on so many levels. For example 1. i'm writing about my friend's dog and 2. i made Cam go to a birthday party for a dog with me. they served spam. Weird thing #3... I said that they served spam at the dog's birthday party. What does this say about my life?

Ah, just....don't make it weird. Anyways, moving along, here's a nice family portrait (I sound like a serial killer in this post)

Anne is the best ever. Those cakes are adorable!! and tasty. Like a true 1 year old, Danny and Anne let twinkie go after one of the cakes. He only licked at it for like 2 seconds, and then me and Rachel ate some of the cake. It totally reminds me of the Mormonad with the ice cream and a cockroach in it saying "would you still eat some of this??" In this case we did.

Well since I'm living through other's lives right now lets continue! Some of my friends are going to Paris on Sunday (happy for them and JEALOUS. Someone give Cameron some money so he can surprise me with a trip to Europe!) Neither of them speaks french, so i was thinking of giving them a few lines of french that might help them out.

"Je ne parle pas francaise" --Juh nuh paaaarl pah frawn-sayzzzz. "I do not speak French"
"Je m'appelle Jones" Juh muh pell Jones. "My name is Jones"
"J'ai une reservation sur le nom ___" Jay oooo-n reservasssseee-on sir lay gnome__. " I have a reservation under the name ___"
"Excusez-moi, est-ce que vous vous de deranger" Excooosay muah. essssssque voo voo duh dair-ehn-jay "Excusez me, but could I politely bother you for a moment?"
"Aide-moi!" I-day-muah. "Help me!"
"Je suis desolee" Juh sweee dez-o-lay "I'm sorry"
"Ton amie Katie aime les cadeux" Tone ahmee Katie aim layz cah-dough. "Your friend Katie likes presents"
"eugh" eeeooough. "Um"--in a french way

Aaannd maybe just wear shirts with the canadian flag on them.

Memoirs of an Art History Emphasis

2010-03-01T10:54:00.000-08:00

Girl bumps into her friend--giggling ensues from both parties. Bumpee says to bumper "oh hey! I didn't know things were moving along so fast between us!" Male next two the party comments "thats no surprise at BYU." Bumper retorts "Oh well I have NEVER been like byu people and NEVER will be." Me to bumper in my head: well congrats! Because of your need to be "different" you now have placed yourself with 3/4 of the rest of the student population who say "I am sooooo not BYU, ew marriage." I mean, apparently I am sooooo BYU. Maybe I should leave my husband so I can fit in with the crowd to be different and cool? I don't think so.

V-Day Loving

2010-02-21T14:15:00.000-08:00

Me and Cam had a pretty low-key valentines day. I'm talkin so low key, we celebrated the day before and then went to see family on valentines day. It was still awesome though. We're not huge into V-day (last year we went to the gym together) so we stayed home and made dinner. I love cooking, but I never have a good enough excuse to make 3 or 4 course dinners. So i spent the day cooking and Cameron cleaned the apartment. Amazing.

So, um, I didn't put any make up on and I wore workout clothes, same with Cam. Hotness.

I was excited about dinner, but it isn't very photogenic

(Bruschetta and Buchatini pasta with basil, tomatoes and tuna)

My fav! that beautiful little creature in the pic with me is my "pink velvet cake"

I meant to make red velvet, but there were a few slip ups in the making of and it turned out pink and lemony, whereas it was supposed to be red and chocolatey. We loved it.

If Cameron were a super hero, his weakness would be baked goods. It hurts so good, thats why he's so happy right here.

Later that night we went to a grown-up stake dance! It sounds super lame but it was a blast. There was an old man band playing old man songs and everyone was going crazy. My red high heels were not as fun as they were sexy, so we got worn out pretty fast. We had so much fun with Henry and Tori, and even placed 2nd in the twist contest...i don't know why i admitted that. weird.

Cam, Katie, Tori and Henry

I'm just really excited that I posted pictures this time.

following Katie's blog

2010-02-18T18:59:00.001-08:00

I read this blog, babe. Loves!

(ps-I know I'm signed in as you, evidence that it is def your blog... but you know I love you)

Stochastic

2010-02-09T21:43:00.000-08:00

I have a few things on my mind that I just can't let go

How the heck do i change the layout and background of my blog? i can't get rid of this green stuff! i just want white!!!
i've now become fully aware that this is MY blog, not mine and Cam's blog
I'm not a cool kid...surprise!!! I don't shop at anthropology, I bring my own lunches to school, I like spending my time reading gender and feminist readings (i'm not crazy don't worry) I have no hobbies! believe it or not, in my spare time I take naps or watch t.v. My apartment is not "adorable" (also because i do not shop at anthropology) I do shop at H&M because its cheap! I would rather throw myself in a fire than participate in a triathlon or marathon. Well, I do like cooking but I don't cook cool stuff! once again, i go for cheap. Shocking, but i have scientifically proven that I am not cool like the other people around me and therefore don't sit with the cool kids at lunch, church etc. (except Henry and Tori...they are THE coolest)
I'm sarcastic and sound like a witch
I may or may not be missing the emotion of sympathy. Someone was complaining to me about how hard life was, and I honestly could just stare back and not say a word. Maybe I have a brain tumor pressing down on my aggression center. My life would make so much sense if that were true
The last time I took a picture was in November (i told you! i'm not cool!) witness

haha...cameron with his gift basket from LEK (i chose the creepiest picture because he decided to be a goob)

No one actually reads this blog. When we have children we'll have a ton of blog followers. It's a fact, and i'm being serious. My favorite blogs are the ones with cutie kids
I love 30 rock so much its ridiculous, maybe because I am Liz Lemon who's stress release is eating junk food. Holler!

If I could control people's lives...

2010-01-28T17:59:00.000-08:00

Yes! I started watching the Bachelor...I'm not sure if I should be embarrassed or what but it is ADDICTING and ridonk-aaaa-donk. Basic concept of the Bachelor is one very attractive man is "looking for love" and a "wife" out of a group of 25 girls. Each week girls go home until the last one is "the one." Does it work out between the two? uuuhh...sometimes?!

Yeah ok i'm writing a blog post on the bachelor...but here's the speculations:

Gia: sooo cute. really sweet and a nice girl. Right for Jake? maybe
Corrie: nice and sweet, has some sass when she wants to.
Telany: LOVE HER!! Beautiful, has a good story, and seems like a great girl
Ali: although i love Telany, i'm rooting for Ali all the way. She seems like she and Jake would make a perfect "match" and THEY LOOK GOOD TOGETHER!!!! their children would have super human good looks. She is adorable...right?
Vienna: i didn't understand why everyone hated her at first, yeah she was kind've annoying but not that bad. But the more i watch the more i'm like...whoa, possessive and a little bit coo-coo.

I applaud Jake for his mega good looks and personality. But seriously, don't act surprised when there's 15 women living together vying for your attention and they begin to attack each other and start drama. Typical guy.

Also, watching this show makes me realize that the Bachelor is the most emotionally unhealthy thing a woman could go through. Thank goodness I have my Cameron.

No, i probably won't go to a highschool reunion

2010-01-20T21:08:00.000-08:00

It freaks me out to hear people from my high school are sleeping with each other.

i just think the guys from El Dorado are pretty much undesirable...so how desperate do you have to be to hit that?

don't get pissed.

2010-01-05T15:24:00.000-08:00

I need to start out by saying that "Snuggies" have people raising the roof in their commercials. Stole my move!!

Finals: We don't know what happened in the end. But...our GPA's went down a few points because of it.

Christmas: We went to visit Katie's family in Yorba Linda for Christmas. Awesome for Katie. Girls day lunch, Girls day brunch, Girls day movies and lunch! Semi-awesome for Cameron. Video Games, sci-fi books, Matrix marathons, video games.

Babies: I love babies. and nope! we are not having one any time soon. During Christmas we saw a lot of my friend Briana and her baby girl Celia. Witness the cute.
Celia loved aunt Katie because aunt Katie would feed her french fries and cookies (things that Briana does NOT allow) and also because aunt Katie would take her on walks (holding her hands and guiding her through the house) AND because i would give her my lipgloss to play with. She loves me!

Hermana Rooney: My kim kim is going on a mission to San Antonio Texas Spanish speaking! She was so sweet to give her farewell during Christmas break so all her friends could make it. She is amazing and Provo and Yorba Linda will MISS HER SO MUCH!!
Dedication to my roomie and bestie. We've been through a lot...cereal, hot lava, stranded on islands and booty shaking. You are the best kim. Love you. We were so hot freshman year.

Ryan: my little bro bro is 6'3" and a baller!!! We went to a ton of his basketball games during Christmas break and he owned. I think 3 of the 5 games we went to he scored 20 points or more. Looks like we have a soon to be Kobe on our hands! except he won't rape people...oh shoot i said that. Love you Kobes.

Westwood: We went to visit our future home...and i absolutely fell in love with the area. Some of cam's friends who work at LEK (where he will be working once we graduate) took us to lunch and gave me the tour of the building. The place is STUNNING!! 21st floor with a view of Westwood and LA. I was amazed. The area is a mix of adorable and posh if thats possible. Anywho, we're stoked to live and both work there for a couple of years!

Here's a sexy picture of Cam just for good measure.
What an angel face.

Well, we both are starting a new semester, which is also our last at BYU!! tear/shouts of joy. Cam is taking 6 credits, working and taking a GMAT prep course. Katie is taking 15 credits of pure awesomeness. North and South Baroque, Moliere and Gender in performances are a few of the topics going on up in hur. I'll (Katie) be translating some of Moliere's text that have never been translated into English before. Lets cross our fingers that employers like that kind've stuff!

1/4 Century + Sex God = Cam Cam

2009-12-03T10:03:00.000-08:00

I noticed i only make new posts when I'm in the library procrastinating. FYI.

um, i feel like breaking this post up into good news versus bad news. Enjoy.

Good news!!! My man is 25! He can officially rent a car for us. His birthday was almost a month ago, and I didn't take any pictures of it. Wah wah. Sorry. But he did have birthday week (where I gave him a present or did something nice each day of the week for him.) He received some clothing items straight from Edward Cullen's closet. I think he wears it better than Edward even though his skin isn't cold and hard like marble. We had a HUGE birthday bash where all of our friends (the ones we like anyways) crammed into our place and talked, ate and played some intense catch-phrase. That sounds lame, but it wasn't. Anywho...Cameron is even more of a man than he was before...if thats possible.

Good News: we accepted a job offer from LEK in Los Angeles! We have a job after graduation and we'll be working with some of our friends from BYU. Its a pretty good salary for post graduation so I'm stoked. Yay!! We won't be poor anymore!

Bad News: Job starts in December of 2010. Yikes. We will be poor for another year. But at least we have a job.

I don't know if I should put "Living in Westwood" under good or bad news. So we'll do pro and cons
Pro: not a lot of poor people, scary people, homeless people
Con: rent is about $2000 a month. So technically, we might be the poorest people on the block
Pro: i don't even care how much rent is at least we won't be stuck in Utah or some backwards little town in the midwest. Whoops i said that.

Good news: LEK sent us a Ghiradeli's chocolate gift basket before we accepted. It was amazing. Pictures of Cam and his loot to come

Good News: Thanksgiving with the in-laws was way fun. Lots of food and Rock band.

Bad News: I tried my wedding dress on last night (it sounds crazy, but I was watching a tv show on girls buying wedding dresses so i had to show them up in mine) but I don't fit into it anymore. Whoops...dang you LEK and your chocolate gift basket!!!!

Good News: Max Hall, BYU's quarterback rocks my world. I think it is amazing that he called the University of Utah's football program and its fan classless. I think people need to chill and not expect their athletes to be perfect...we like him for his ability to throw a football...not because he says intelligent things. SO CHIIIIILL!!!! I totally would've said way worse stuff. And I will.

So I'm not saying that EVERYONE who goes to the U are like this, but the majority of people i have seen on campus seem like they're stuck in the 90's grunge phase. Exhibit A--the pi. Its a pizza parlor there that is decorated by people writing crap on the wall. Apparently i'm not cool enough to think thats chic...its just nasty 90s grunge before it came back in style. And i forgot to mention how Sublime is playing AT ALL times. Exhibit B: every male I've encountered from the U is attempting to grow out a nasty patchy flesh colored beard. I DON'T GET IT!!! DO you think its attractive? i just...hmm. Exhibit C: the clothes. I saw plaid (before Gap decided it was cool again) steel toed boots, and excessively baggy pants. Plus the patchy beard = disgusting. And i can't forget the ladies i've seen from the U--help me but either pull up your pants or pull down your sweatshirt i DO NOT nor anyone else (maybe except for your bearded boyfriend wearing plaid) wants to see your mass spilling out of your clothes. Get a bigger size...maybe some pants with out holes...i don't know. What would i know. I'm stuck in my bubble here in Provo.

This may become a blog for people that hate me to be able to hate me even more. Whatevs. All I have to say is suck it Utes. Bam. (for family members who go to the U...i won't be surprised if you're mad, but I still like you.) And if you don't like it the solution is to stop reading my blog.

Soooooo anyways! Finals are coming up and so is Christmas. I am stoked. SO if you want to be a brat you can get me a U of U sweatshirt which I will promptly feed to my pet cougar.

Ugh...i need to end this post on a positive note. Moral of the blog is Cameron is the man and a sex god who brings home the bacon in CALIFORNIA!!!!!

Two speeds: ten, and zero

2009-11-22T14:02:00.001-08:00

Okay, sweet news: we have a job. That's pretty awesome, but I'll let Katie blog about that since she's way better at giving details than I am. Here's what I am going to write about: naps.

I can't take naps. Scratch that, I can take naps, I just can't take short naps. I'm physically incapable. Tell me if this has ever happened to you: you have a long day, hit the sack at around 1a.m., then have to get up the next morning at 5a.m. for a crazy morning. You finish all your responsible stuff, but THEN you have the afternoon off--so you say, "I'm gonna take a nap." You're thinking like a thirty minute nap, right? So you hop in bed for your quick rest, pass out, and thirty minutes later your alarm goes off. You wonder why on earth you set the alarm for thirty minutes, kick yourself, and reset the thing for another thirty minutes, thinking an hour of sleep should top you off just fine. Repeat two more times. At two hours, you're done with your stupid alarm--you're NOT getting out of bed. What feels to you like the next day, your spouse comes in to wake you up, at which time you promptly roll over and tell your spouse to go away. Spouse insists on getting up, that you've been asleep for over four hours, and you won't be able to fall asleep that night. You sit up, and take the next thirty minutes shaking sleep from your entire body (by "shaking sleep from your body," I really mean, "sit on the edge of the bed and mumble unintelligible things while your spouse laughs at you"). A very short time later your spouse says it's time for bed, and you lie awake restless for three hours until you fall asleep at (you guessed it) 1.a.m., only to wake up five hours later and start all over again.

Katie and I just went through this whole nap-taking business yesterday. Today, after we got home from a good day at church, she came up with some apt descriptions of my unique napping situation.

Cameron doesn't nap, he hibernates (I really like this one)
You're like a light switch: when you're off, you're OFF.
It's a "Cameron nap": On a scale of zero to ten, Cameron is always at one of two speeds: ten, or zero. Nap = zero.

Hell Sin?

2009-11-03T10:32:00.000-08:00

Cam and I recently gained a new term from one of our old neighbors. Hell sin. It has made us think, are some of the things we do hell sins? For example, a major hell sin is murdering someone. bam. hell sin. A maybe not so hell sin is murdering the black widow in your shower. not really a hell sin. But where do you draw the line? Me and Cam are analyzing little things that we do and are wondering..."is that a hell sin." So I am sitting here, reading Carl Jung and wondering if everything I am doing is a hell sin. You tell me

Eating lunch in the library. We are not supposed to bring in food, but i hid it in my backpack and am eating a sandwich and plum. Hell sin?
I'm drinking caffeinated Dr. Pepper on BYU property. Hell sin? According to the look the little blonde mommy gave me who just walked by I think SHE thinks it is.
Cheating at games, but then telling everyone that you cheated.
Cheating at games but telling everyone you are cheating while you are in the act.
Putting my back pack and jacket on the desk next to me in the library so people think someone is sitting there, when actually someone is not. I just don't like people invading my privacy and breathing my air.
Breaking my fast at 3 pm.
Breaking my fast at 11:45 am
Breaking my fast at 8:00 am
Eating AND drinking Dr. Pepper in the library with my jacket and backpack on the seat next to me
Calling people deusche bags
Calling people D bags
Calling people D.B.'s

Obviously the list goes on and on. Am I a bad person?

Autumn Rhythm Number 30

2009-10-21T18:01:00.000-07:00

Cam and I decided to take some big steps last weekend: 1) venture out of the apartment and 2) take pictures so people will know that we actually existed the first year and a half of our marriage. So two birds with one stone we took a drive up the Alpine Loop. One of the most gorgeous places I have ever seen!!! It is also coincidentally the place of Cam and mine's first kiss. We are so romantic and cute.

well, you can't see the background very well but it shows off the goods
supermodel. No airbrush required.
Location of our first kiss. Ranger station. romantic...right?
I try so hard. I'm hoping that i'm not vain, its just one of the only pics that somewhat showed the brilliant colors on the drive.

Well, maybe I am vain. I just have to post this picture of me and my friend Anne Fran from girls night a few weeks ago. Its a good shot of the new haircut.

We partied till two in the morning that night hopped up on alcohol free fancy drinks. Delish.

Ok lets just get right down to it. Yes I went to a "freshman ward reunion" last night and dragged Cameron along. I can't believe it either. Yes, it was horrific and painful and just really awkward. It was more or less a reunion of all the guys in my freshman year ward with a few unavailable girls in attendance. Me being one of them.

Here's some background: I was a relief society president in my freshman ward (one of two...i was number two, and yes I was bitter.) The elder's quorum presidencies loved to talk them some trash on me so i loved to hate right back at them. Unfortunately and surprisingly i ruffled some feathers back in the day. Actually...the only people who liked me/didn't fear me where the girls on my floor. I'm ok with that though.

So you can imagine all the haters at the party. There were probably about 50 people there, and 7 of them liked me, 30 didn't remember who I was, and 13 vehemently despise me. 50 out of 50 were charmed by my lovable husband though. He is my ticket to life. Needless to say, walking into a room filled with enemies made my biotch factor increase by 200%. I put on alpha female aura which only made matters worse. Cameron tried to smooth things over, but at the end of the night I still went away saying "Densley, the next time we meet face to face, one of us will be dead."
So, to all those who would like to see me dead, i am sorry. I probably called a lot of people a d bag. Cameron is making me a better person. But for those of you who talked trash, (EQP) watch your back because there is still some Katie left in Katie Jones.

White Tigers and Burlesque Shows

2009-10-12T11:07:00.001-07:00

I cut all my hair off. If you've seen the movie Chicago with Catherine Zeta Jones...I am Velma Kelly. I love it. I still don't have any good pictures of it though (I tried but cameron kept doing weird faces in all of them which made me do weird faces.) We are not photogenic.

before
after
this was the only picture i was smiling in. Cam is a brat.

I'm ready to graduate. Or just freaking drop out. I can barely crawl out of bed to go to class, and barely stay awake after class to watch episodes of 30 rock instead of my homework. LIFE IS SO HARD!!!!

Cam and I are watching Arrested Development. Probably the best TV show ever.

Hmm...i don't know how to say this. But a lot of my friends have been asking me about economics and whats going on. Actually they've been telling me whats going on, when they really have no idea what they are talking about. Friends, i really do love you, but PLEASE don't attempt to explain econ to me. You'd think that I'd know more, wait i do. So here it is: if you want to delve into economic principles you better have at least taken econ 380 or you are wasting my time and everyone else's. And yes, this applies to your professors who are telling you "economics" when they have never taken a class before. And no, you don't 'learn economics from life experience'. All that happens is you are an idiot. It's a science, not feelings. Step off. But i still love you and value your friendship.

I might have low blood sugar right now. But i still stand behind my rant.

We are in the midst of midterms. I got a 96 on my first which made me feel good about myself. Then came my french midterm, where i could have gotten an A or a C-. WHO KNOWS??!!

Cam and I dressed up as Seigfried and his white tiger for a halloween party on friday. It was AMAZING!!! Cameron was seigfried and i was the white tiger. Best halloween costume yet.

Katie: 1 Swine Flu: 0, Cameron: 35

2009-09-28T16:54:00.000-07:00

Okay, so Katie just recently recovered from the flu. We're not sure which flu it was, but we're calling it the swine flu because maybe we can turn it into some sweet story about overcoming trials when we have kids or something. Anyway, after a week of taking care of a very sick Katie (and nearly getting sick myself), I didn't know what to do with myself. No direction, very little homework, no job applications to fill out (at the time anyway)... what to do? Call Cory and the cousins and go golfing, duh.

It was an amazing round. It was a solid round. It was ONE ETERNAL ROUND because it will live immortalized in my mind forever. However, let me say this: shooting a 35 is a sweet feeling, but not quite what you would expect.

To illustrate, let me reminisce. When I was eighteen, my dad took me skydiving for my birthday. I always saw those people with extremely hard corp bumper stickers that said something like, "I steady date death Himself--I skydive!" or whatever. I got the sense those sky-diving people were living on the edge. Well, after my skydiving experience, that perception all but crashed. My freefall felt less like "falling" than I thought, and it was cut short by a very painful parachute release (they should have a warning label on the leg straps--suckers are WAY uncomfortable on the way down). I wanted to feel like James Bond, and instead I felt like I'd just been kicked in the... well, you know.

Don't get me wrong, it was fun, and I'm glad I had the experience, but I waited for that edgy, "I'm so hard corp" feeling, and it never came. Forget those bumper-stickers man.

So, back to the 35 at the Old Mill. I have walked out onto the golf course a gazillion times thinking, "Man, those scratch golfers are so hard corp! How does it feel to walk out onto a course and just hit par?! I wish I could belong to that club." After a 35 on the front nine at Old Mill on Saturday, I now know that feeling. But where was the glory? The pillar of fire? The angels singing Halleluha! Nowhere! We finished the round. I asked the guy at the pro-shop if I got anything for shooting my first round of par golf. Maybe a free round, or a free bucket of balls at least. "No," he said, "just bragging rights." Wow. That's great. Bragging rights.

So here it is. Livin' it up with my bragging rights. When you belong to a religion that altogether doesn't allow bragging of any kind, unless it's on behalf of someone else, I feel a bit ripped off. But it is what it is, so, let me just say this:

Katie: 1, Swine flu: 0, Cameron: 35 (but not nearly so cool as Katie kicking the swine flu).

Katie vs. Swine Flu

2009-09-18T21:02:00.000-07:00

I'm recovering from swine flu. Don't worry about it. Well...we don't technically know if it is swine flu or just the regular flu but thats a long story, and people feel bad for me and give me more time off of school if i say that i have swine flu. It all started Monday morning. I woke up in a total fog and sneezing a bit. Nothing was really bad until a football player eating fake cheese chips sat next to me. I started sneezing like craaazy and didn't stop for the next 3 hours. After that it was all down hill and ended up getting a fever that night. Sooo Cam forced me to the student health center where my doctor gave me a sucker and a note telling my teachers i'm not allowed to go onto campus until next week. Awesome but not awesome. I've only been sleeping and breathing this week, because thats about all i could do. Sooooo behind on homework and life.

Anyways, my class schedule is fun but insane. Cam and I are taking a humanities class together which is amazing. All the girls think he is adorable, and I do too. Well, swine flu is taking its toll and thats about as long as this post will get.

We're still alive? I wasn't aware...

2009-08-05T19:16:00.000-07:00

hell week. holler. whats keeping me alive right now?

1.) Self medicating...stress is causing a lack of sleep and no sleep causes allergies that causes a lack of sleep that cause emotional break downs. Here's a break down of the chemicals i have going on:

Afrin-i can't breath with out it
Zrytec
excedrin
Nasonex
Allergina
and a couple of ibuprofen tabs every few hours

looks like someone needs to go to rehab...after finals

2.) caffeine. diet coke. yes i quit, but at least i'm not buying the 48 pack of d.p. from costco

3.)Gossip Girl. pathetic, but waiting for each cd to come in the mail from netflix has given me something to look forward to. and gives me something to watch while attempting to write papers.
This poster makes my addiction look like satan's show...maybe

3.) Costco muffins and slim fast. This has been my staple for a few weeks while i neglect my husband and study instead of making dinner

4)Nordstrom anniversary sale. Like gossip girl, it gives me something to look forward to at the end of all of this

What do we take home from this? Feel really bad for Cameron

Seattle

2009-08-02T09:59:00.000-07:00

A few weeks ago Cam and I flew up to Seattle for his Grandpa Jones' funeral. It was a wonderful service, but we both agree that our favorite part was hearing stories from Ross and Casey and others. After the funeral, the Jones family went to the Westin to hang out in Casey and Sherida's suite (8 year old sleep over style, and like 8 year olds, me and cam got tired and winey and went home early to sleep in our own beds)Me looking really grungy in the hotel (in my 8 year old sleep over pj's) with Cam and Casey. Cam was soooooo excited to be in Seattle. just look at that face.Brett, Kat and Alison. Looking good, maybe not as excited as Cameron, but excited. I do have to say the best part of being in Seattle was having the chance to be on the Dick Van Dyke show. Our hotel room was model just like the show was! A married couple sleeping in their own twin beds. awesome...and chaste. The next day me and cam woke up and roamed Seattle like hungry little peasants. (we were starving and trying to keep a budget.) Thank goodness we found a Starbucks and paid $15 for a fruit and yogurt parfait...cheap! Food in big cities are like souvenirs: you buy the same thing for 75% cheaper anywhere else, but come on, its a city! Live the life! Buy that over priced yogurt and granola...and like it!
I'm the best at rants and tangeants. and possibly spelling. En tout cas, we met up with the fam and tried to decide what we should do. During the process we took picturesIn the lobby looking happy after a 10 hour night of sleep.If there was a Miami Vice 2009, Cameron would obviously be the star (and sex icon, woooo!). Love the facial hair. After the photo shoot, we ate and then went to the most ridonkulous bowling alley I have ever seen and can only describe with one word:posh. To help you understand, here is a pic of me and cam looking extremely poshsexay. this was taken in the lounge area of our own personal lanes. Well, in the end, we drove to the airport, were exhausted and were lucky enough to sit together in front of the emergency exit row where we couldn't recline our seats. we love airports/planes that house a lot of coughing/drunk/obnoxious/have swine flu people.

2009-07-22T10:11:00.000-07:00

We are starting this blog for reals this time! pictures and all. So, i think I'll just give a little update on mine and Cam's life since we got married in August 2008. We went on an amazing honeymoon to Acapulco Mexico where we got montezuma's revenge the 2nd of 7 days there. So...that was interesting. We have no pictures from our honeymoon because 1) we are horrible at taking pictures and 2) neither of us felt like taking pictures to capture the oh so glorious moments of fighting for the bathroom for seven days. School started a few days afterwards and we jumped right in. Cameron did so well in his classes that he had professors fighting to have him as a TA (surprise surprise) while I finished Econometrics with a B. I need to insert here that anything above a C in econometrics is waaaay above the average. Hence, I was stoked in getting a good grade in my hardest major class. After fall semester came winter, where i realized how much i truly hated economics and decided to change my major. During this semester i also realized that i had been taking crazy pills for the past 8 months (yaz) and was relieved to find out that no, i was not losing my mind. Cameron decided to be a TA for the business school writing class and the professor that he works for is so amazing. We were really lucky to get that job! Now i'll intersperse this long blog with some fun pics:This was when i went to visit Cam in London before we were married. I was really tired from jet lag but we were both so happy to see each other.This is one of my favs from our wedding at the Newport Beach Temple.Sooo happy. Well, sadly these are the most recent pictures i have of us because i lost my usb cord for my camera and cameron lost his charger. We are the best at picture taking. Anyhow, this summer cameron had a month before his internship started with Goldman Saachs so he began studying for the LSAT with a friend from the econ department. I went to spring semester and took some french and art history writing classes. Cam's internship began in June and it has been a bit rough: he's had a commute from Provo to Salt Lake every single day and his work is difficult because, as our cousin Steve put it, he's told to put the china back together in a room full of broken china, but has no glue. Poor guy, on top of that, he was called to be a member of the bishropric when it all began. Needless to say, he's tired all the time. I am taking 9 credits this summer term and am so busy i don't have any time to relax. I've literally scheduled out every hour of my week. Luckily, me and cam finish school and internships at the same time...two and a half weeks!!!! i can't wait. So, thats the update on our lives so far!

2009-05-11T21:12:00.000-07:00

Alright everyone...I made this blog about two months ago and am now making my first post on it. I think it is a rule that once you're married you MUST have a blog. Well, these may be few and far between but i would rather have sparse posts than disgustingly cheesy ones (where all I talk about how much I love cameron and how blessed we are). Whoops! If thats what your blog is don't worry; you are better than me anyways because you post a blog every other day. Welcome!