Wednesday, September 7, 2011

I'm Not Lucky

"No, I'm not lucky; I'm blessed, yes."

Thank you, Nicki Minaj. Yeah, I totally just quoted her.

Today=a gross day. My Honeypie is out of town. I woke up with red, itchy eyes because I'm allergic to something in the basement we are renting. I got ready for work and was on my way to my before school meeting...

I'm half a mile away from home and my car starts making this funky noise and I'm all like, "Oh H no!" and my car was like, "You know what it is!" and I got out and my rear tire was totally flat...there was a nail sticking out of it. Go figure. Probably picked it up from construction on our house. So I call the boss man, tell him I won't make it to the meeting and call my mom with the intention of asking her if I can call my brothers (who were at early morning seminary) to assist me, but after I said, "Good morning, my tire is flat" I mostly just cried and my mom read my mind. So convenient!

My brothers came to the rescue and we continued on to school.

Lunch time comes and I'm eating even though I feel kinda gross because that's what you do when you're pregnant. Otherwise your stomach will eat the baby.


Your stomach won't eat the baby. If all else fails the baby will just suck off your brain fat. That's why pregnant women are so spacey.

Joke! but someone totally believed me when I told them that.

Then I totally threw up in my office. I won't tell you what I was eating. You're welcome.

So I'm still at work and like, wallowing in self-pity right? Then I realized I was being a baby! Because since moving to Missouri from Utah eight months ago this is what has happened to me:

*I totally met this beautiful boy who ultimately ended up marrying me.

*I totally got pregnant. Frightening? Yes. Blessing? Yes.

*We bought my dream home. I always said that I wanted an old, Victorian house in the middle of nowhere surrounded by trees so you couldn't tell it was there. I got all of that.

Then of course little things happen that are just so good, but those three things are amazing in and of themselves. So I'm going to stop being a baby and realized that I'm blessed! Yes.

Through discovering my bless-ed-ness I thought I would share this idea I had.

Wedding Dress.

You never see it again once you've put it in your closet and it's so sad!! Or you sell it on eBay, which makes me more sad for some reason. I don't know why. So, I thought to myself, "Self, I want my wedding dress to be where people can see." Especially since my mom made it exactly how I wanted it. It's beautiful! She did more than a good job.

I was thinking old wardrobe with a glass front--hang up the dress inside with whatever else you used from your wedding day. Dried flowers if you have them, the wedding bling, the shoes, the invitation, a picture, whatev. Something along the lines of these:

[caption id="attachment_389" align="aligncenter" width="300" caption="But replace the mirror with some glass"][/caption]

[caption id="attachment_390" align="aligncenter" width="159" caption="This would be absolutely perfect."][/caption]

[caption id="attachment_391" align="aligncenter" width="300" caption="This is just freaking amazing. It reminds me of Beauty and the Beast."][/caption]

Now, I know I haven't even had my first kid yet, but if I have a little girl I want to put this little wedding display in her room. So that's what's up.

Have any of you displayed your wedding dress in some way?


  1. Somebody please tell him who the eff I is.

    Anyway. You're not blessed.


    yes you are!!!!

  2. aren't we all? It's much better when we can recognize it! so good for you! Love ya!

  3. Thank you! I really need reminders like this to count the big blessings instead of the little irritating stuff. Also, I think your display idea is fabulous, especially if you can get the Beauty-and-the-Beast wardrobe. :)

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