Sailor Steve! (and yes, my hair totally loves the wind)
While we did have fun, we were sad that Jess could not be here. So I will include a picture of her anyway cause I love her!
Saturday, June 18, 2011
Good Times in the Car
Sissy came to visit! Last weekend Sis made the short trip up from SLC to keep me company. We had Italian for dinner and then just hung out at home the first night. I introduced her to Portlandia, a TV show that mocks Portland, which is funny because it is so accurate. Since she used to live here, I knew she would appreciate it. This also provided the new theme for the weekend, "Put a bird on it". The weather was on our side on Saturday so we packed up our tennis shoes, sweatshirts and rain coats (just in case) and headed out to the coast to enjoy a day at Cannon Beach. It has been a long standing joke that we always seem to have an unusual amount of fun in a car together. This time was no exception. After wandering on the beach we walked up and down the main street and stopped in literally almost every store as we did not want to miss anything (especially if it had a bird on it!). Sis made some excellent finds and we re-discovered that I have a tiny head. Every hat I tried on that day was way too big, except the ones from the kids section, so alas, I did not purchase a hat. But we had a great time soaking up the sun and seeing the sights. The next day we got our shop on at H&M, since it has not yet arrived in SLC. After a fun weekend, and a little strategic packing to fit all of her purchases back in her suitcase, Sis was back on the train headed for the airport and I was on my way to work.It was a short visit but I certainly appreciated the company. Thanks for coming to visit Sissy!
Saturday, June 4, 2011
Thoughts...
Just a warning that this post gets a little mushy - so if you aren't in the mood I would check back later. : )
Well, Jake has been gone for one week now. It's one of those times that one minute I think about it and it seems like he just left, and another time it seems that he has been gone for a long time already. Still not sure which is better. Every time he is gone I am reminded of just how lucky I am to have him in my life and how I probably don't tell him enough how much I appreciate all he does for me. It's the little things that remind me, like when I had to take out the trash and recycling and thought to myself "I can't remember the last time I had to do this". Or when I come home from work and there is no one here to ask how my day was. Normally I would tell him about a funny thing someone said or did, or how crazy it was trying to get everything ready for our board of directors visit next week. When he is gone I usually try to keep a running list of things to tell him about if/when I do get to talk to him. But thinking about it now, the funny thing that was said would loose its charm by the time we got to talk and would require a whole back story to go with it. Our time is limited when connecting via satellite phone and in the moment all I really want to do is know that he is ok out on that island and tell him that I love him. Nothing else really seems to matter. The weekends are the hardest. During the week I have work, gym, dinner, dishes to fill my day. All I have left is an hour or so to check the news and read before going to bed. The weekend though is two whole days and my only must-dos are workout, laundry and grocery shopping, certainly not 48 hours worth of activities. I am thankful for my mom and sister who are planning visits this month to keep me company. And I am sure Jake appreciates this too, as my alternate activity is usually shopping!
At the end of the day I am grateful that he is only gone for a few weeks at a time and those kind of trips have become more the exception that the rule. I think of the military wife's whose husbands who are gone for months/years at a time facing a whole different kind of "invasive species" and know that I could have it much worse.They say distance makes the heart grow fonder... I would say this is true, but with that distance also comes a bit of sadness.
Now, don't get me wrong, it is not all bad. I do enjoy my alone time as well. Eating a bowl of cereal for dinner (only occasionally, I swear!), staying at the gym a little longer cause there is no hurry to get home, having half as much laundry to do. As with most things in life, there are pros and cons, and really I am a little jealous that he has been able to see so many neat places that the majority of people never get to experience.
One week down, five and a half to go. I know I can do it and when I do, my reward will be a fun-filled vacation with the love of my life. See you soon Jacob!
Well, Jake has been gone for one week now. It's one of those times that one minute I think about it and it seems like he just left, and another time it seems that he has been gone for a long time already. Still not sure which is better. Every time he is gone I am reminded of just how lucky I am to have him in my life and how I probably don't tell him enough how much I appreciate all he does for me. It's the little things that remind me, like when I had to take out the trash and recycling and thought to myself "I can't remember the last time I had to do this". Or when I come home from work and there is no one here to ask how my day was. Normally I would tell him about a funny thing someone said or did, or how crazy it was trying to get everything ready for our board of directors visit next week. When he is gone I usually try to keep a running list of things to tell him about if/when I do get to talk to him. But thinking about it now, the funny thing that was said would loose its charm by the time we got to talk and would require a whole back story to go with it. Our time is limited when connecting via satellite phone and in the moment all I really want to do is know that he is ok out on that island and tell him that I love him. Nothing else really seems to matter. The weekends are the hardest. During the week I have work, gym, dinner, dishes to fill my day. All I have left is an hour or so to check the news and read before going to bed. The weekend though is two whole days and my only must-dos are workout, laundry and grocery shopping, certainly not 48 hours worth of activities. I am thankful for my mom and sister who are planning visits this month to keep me company. And I am sure Jake appreciates this too, as my alternate activity is usually shopping!
At the end of the day I am grateful that he is only gone for a few weeks at a time and those kind of trips have become more the exception that the rule. I think of the military wife's whose husbands who are gone for months/years at a time facing a whole different kind of "invasive species" and know that I could have it much worse.They say distance makes the heart grow fonder... I would say this is true, but with that distance also comes a bit of sadness.
Now, don't get me wrong, it is not all bad. I do enjoy my alone time as well. Eating a bowl of cereal for dinner (only occasionally, I swear!), staying at the gym a little longer cause there is no hurry to get home, having half as much laundry to do. As with most things in life, there are pros and cons, and really I am a little jealous that he has been able to see so many neat places that the majority of people never get to experience.
One week down, five and a half to go. I know I can do it and when I do, my reward will be a fun-filled vacation with the love of my life. See you soon Jacob!
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