have got to be the worst torture of all time!!! I guess my skin has grown accustomed to cloudy, humid, never sunny Boston and was in for quite a shock after facing the desert sun here in Utah. Let's just say that a half an hour at the pool has left me crispy, red, and lobster-looking. Also, very VERY very itchy.
wade gets here in T minus 73 hours and 10 minutes. I call him no less than 20 times a day. needless to say, I am very happy to soon be reunited with my long lost husband.
5.31.2009
5.16.2009
trouble
hi! I'm in UTAH!
I will now relate to you the lovely experience I had in traveling here. Mind you, I am pregnant. And I will probably remind you of this several times throughout.
My flight was scheduled to leave Boston at 4:30 p.m. on Thursday. I had layover in New York for two and a half hours, and then I was supposed to arrive in Salt Lake at midnight. Well, thanks to jetBlue (who I am usually a big fan of) things turned out a little differently.
The door to my airplane broke. So instead of leaving Boston at 4:30, I waited two and a half hours for them to fix it. A lady at the desk proceeded to re-book everyone's connecting flights, except for those Utah bound. Apparently we had enough time to still make our flight in New York. We left at 7:15, and arrived in New York at 9:05. I RAN my little heart out all the way to my gate. Five minutes too late. I missed my flight.
Now, I've never been one to believe in ridiculous stereotypes. One being that New Yorkers are not the nicest people around. Well, they are not. And I now believe that stereotype. The guy at the gate basically laughed in my face. Another guy at the desk told me there was nothing he could do for me except fly me back to Boston and let me try again all over tomorrow. wow. The next flight to Utah was at 8:30 the next night...and unless I wanted to sleep in the airport, I had better go back to Boston. Thank you, mean man.
Thankfully, there were other people headed to Utah who actually have a backbone. They demanded a hotel room and another flight. After waiting 45 minutes, we were given hotel rooms and another flight. Only, this flight left the next morning to SAN DIEGO. With another layover and THEN a flight to Salt Lake, arriving at 4:30 p.m. ugh. (let me also say that the above mentioned "mean man" proceeded to say, "at least you get to see San Diego." for an hour? from the airport? Yes sir...I should start looking at the bright side huh?) Also, we could not have our luggage back and the only items I had in my carry-on were an ipod, a book, my phone, and my wallet.
The hotel was a dump.
My room smelled like smoke (hello. I'm pregnant).
There was no where to eat and no stores near by. I had fritos for dinner. (eat up, little baby growing inside me).
I spent my first night without my husband since I was married, became a little emotional, and cried myself to sleep (again....those pregnancy hormones will get you every time).
I got up the next morning at 6 a.m. and went back to the airport. At this point I would like you to picture a map of the U.S. in your head. Locate New York City. Now locate San Diego. You are now viewing the longest flight ever. I truly believe that I might as well have left Boston and flown around the world in the opposite direction and I probably would have made it here at the same time.
Longest two days of my life.
I'm tempted to say that the Costa Vida salad I had for dinner when I got here made it all worth it.
Almost....but not quite.
I will now relate to you the lovely experience I had in traveling here. Mind you, I am pregnant. And I will probably remind you of this several times throughout.
My flight was scheduled to leave Boston at 4:30 p.m. on Thursday. I had layover in New York for two and a half hours, and then I was supposed to arrive in Salt Lake at midnight. Well, thanks to jetBlue (who I am usually a big fan of) things turned out a little differently.
The door to my airplane broke. So instead of leaving Boston at 4:30, I waited two and a half hours for them to fix it. A lady at the desk proceeded to re-book everyone's connecting flights, except for those Utah bound. Apparently we had enough time to still make our flight in New York. We left at 7:15, and arrived in New York at 9:05. I RAN my little heart out all the way to my gate. Five minutes too late. I missed my flight.
Now, I've never been one to believe in ridiculous stereotypes. One being that New Yorkers are not the nicest people around. Well, they are not. And I now believe that stereotype. The guy at the gate basically laughed in my face. Another guy at the desk told me there was nothing he could do for me except fly me back to Boston and let me try again all over tomorrow. wow. The next flight to Utah was at 8:30 the next night...and unless I wanted to sleep in the airport, I had better go back to Boston. Thank you, mean man.
Thankfully, there were other people headed to Utah who actually have a backbone. They demanded a hotel room and another flight. After waiting 45 minutes, we were given hotel rooms and another flight. Only, this flight left the next morning to SAN DIEGO. With another layover and THEN a flight to Salt Lake, arriving at 4:30 p.m. ugh. (let me also say that the above mentioned "mean man" proceeded to say, "at least you get to see San Diego." for an hour? from the airport? Yes sir...I should start looking at the bright side huh?) Also, we could not have our luggage back and the only items I had in my carry-on were an ipod, a book, my phone, and my wallet.
The hotel was a dump.
My room smelled like smoke (hello. I'm pregnant).
There was no where to eat and no stores near by. I had fritos for dinner. (eat up, little baby growing inside me).
I spent my first night without my husband since I was married, became a little emotional, and cried myself to sleep (again....those pregnancy hormones will get you every time).
I got up the next morning at 6 a.m. and went back to the airport. At this point I would like you to picture a map of the U.S. in your head. Locate New York City. Now locate San Diego. You are now viewing the longest flight ever. I truly believe that I might as well have left Boston and flown around the world in the opposite direction and I probably would have made it here at the same time.
Longest two days of my life.
I'm tempted to say that the Costa Vida salad I had for dinner when I got here made it all worth it.
Almost....but not quite.
4.29.2009
my wish list
4.21.2009
the latest and greatest
I feel like I disappeared. Not just from the blogging world, but from the entire world in general. The sad truth is I spend most of my time these days in bed or on the couch. I'm told this sickness goes away at the end of the first trimester...and I'm counting down the days (and hoping I don't turn out like my mom who was sick for 5 months!) I'm probably going to be struck by lighting for publicizing this, but I don't know how people have more than one child after experiencing it once. I guess it is somehow worth it in the end... :)
Last month, Wade's parents came out and we drove down to Newport, Rhode Island. We saw the famous mansions and got to tour the Breakers. Supposedly, they are just summer houses for rich people back in the day. psh. someone had too much money on their hands... We also did the cliff walk. There was so much fog! I've never seen such a thing! (Thanks mom and dad Poulsen for the great week!)
Yesterday, we went out to Copley Square to stand at the finish line of the Boston Marathon. My heart hurt for those people. They looked like they were in so much pain! But I was also very proud of them. I sure as heck could never do that. It was so fun to be around all the excitement. Hopefully next year we can get a better spot.
One thing is for sure...the humidity is back and ferocious as ever. This weekend is supposed to be 85 degrees and rainy! Hello!! We're just asking for trouble here. Seriously...I would muchly appreciate any genius ideas on how to defeat the frizz that is my hair.
On Saturday, our ice cubes did a strange thing and built an upside down icicle. It was interesting, but not that big of a deal to me. Wade wanted to blog it. I said no. He said why not? I said because it's dumb. He said fine. and then created his own blog just to spite me. For your reading entertainment, I present to you:
Wade's World
He finally has a place to ramble. and now I don't have to edit.
I'm coming home on May 15. I have never looked forward to something so much. I can't wait to see family and friends, visit my favorite restaurants (probably every day), look at mountains again, and breathe some utah air. Also, Cooper is coming home from his mission and Niki is getting married. hurrah!
other news....wade is crazy busy with school writing a new paper every other hour. Somehow he still takes such good care of me. I randomly put my photography blog on craigslist last week. I have no other ideas of how to advertise...but apparently its working! I have some engagements anda wedding coming up! I am so EXCITED!! our apartment is a mess...we are now accepting visitors in exchange for housework. Jared and Susan are coming out in a couple weeks and we can't wait! There is also a little trip down to NYC in the plans to see my friend Tiff who is coming out. Yay! We've been looking for apartments for the fall and its a disaster. I'm still coming to terms with the fact that rent is the amount of a large mortgage payment. But on a better note, spring is here and I couldn't be more happy about that!
Last month, Wade's parents came out and we drove down to Newport, Rhode Island. We saw the famous mansions and got to tour the Breakers. Supposedly, they are just summer houses for rich people back in the day. psh. someone had too much money on their hands... We also did the cliff walk. There was so much fog! I've never seen such a thing! (Thanks mom and dad Poulsen for the great week!)
Yesterday, we went out to Copley Square to stand at the finish line of the Boston Marathon. My heart hurt for those people. They looked like they were in so much pain! But I was also very proud of them. I sure as heck could never do that. It was so fun to be around all the excitement. Hopefully next year we can get a better spot.
One thing is for sure...the humidity is back and ferocious as ever. This weekend is supposed to be 85 degrees and rainy! Hello!! We're just asking for trouble here. Seriously...I would muchly appreciate any genius ideas on how to defeat the frizz that is my hair.On Saturday, our ice cubes did a strange thing and built an upside down icicle. It was interesting, but not that big of a deal to me. Wade wanted to blog it. I said no. He said why not? I said because it's dumb. He said fine. and then created his own blog just to spite me. For your reading entertainment, I present to you:
Wade's World
He finally has a place to ramble. and now I don't have to edit.
I'm coming home on May 15. I have never looked forward to something so much. I can't wait to see family and friends, visit my favorite restaurants (probably every day), look at mountains again, and breathe some utah air. Also, Cooper is coming home from his mission and Niki is getting married. hurrah!
other news....wade is crazy busy with school writing a new paper every other hour. Somehow he still takes such good care of me. I randomly put my photography blog on craigslist last week. I have no other ideas of how to advertise...but apparently its working! I have some engagements anda wedding coming up! I am so EXCITED!! our apartment is a mess...we are now accepting visitors in exchange for housework. Jared and Susan are coming out in a couple weeks and we can't wait! There is also a little trip down to NYC in the plans to see my friend Tiff who is coming out. Yay! We've been looking for apartments for the fall and its a disaster. I'm still coming to terms with the fact that rent is the amount of a large mortgage payment. But on a better note, spring is here and I couldn't be more happy about that!
4.13.2009
surprised?
um yeah. so were we.apparently this little guy (or girl) was determined to be born.
we are expecting it's arrival on, or around, October 31.
making me 11 weeks along and very, very, very ill.
(details coming soon...)
4.04.2009
i [love] my mom
i fully admit that i am a bad daughter. my mom's birthday was on tuesday and i didn't even send her a card (can you believe?!). but, birthday or not, she is a great lady, and thus deserves the acknowledgment of the world (or at least the blogging world...)
I don't quite know how she does it, but somehow my mom teaches 50 piano students, works a second job, writes to her missionaries weekly, sends packages to her homesick daughter (thats me), serves in 2 callings, and exercises every single day.
She scrapbooks, gardens, loves her kitty, but most of all loves her family. and takes dang good care of them too. Despite her hectic life, she will drop anything to help one of us, even if its just to chat.
Also, she's a pretty good racquetball player. Ask my dad about the time she broke his nose and gave him two black eyes.
"My mom is a never-ending song
in my heart of comfort, happiness and being.
I may sometimes forget the words,
but I always remember the tune."
-graycie harmon
in my heart of comfort, happiness and being.
I may sometimes forget the words,
but I always remember the tune."
-graycie harmon
I don't quite know how she does it, but somehow my mom teaches 50 piano students, works a second job, writes to her missionaries weekly, sends packages to her homesick daughter (thats me), serves in 2 callings, and exercises every single day.She scrapbooks, gardens, loves her kitty, but most of all loves her family. and takes dang good care of them too. Despite her hectic life, she will drop anything to help one of us, even if its just to chat.
Also, she's a pretty good racquetball player. Ask my dad about the time she broke his nose and gave him two black eyes.
love you, mom!
3.22.2009
vote for my mom!
my mom is trying to win a trip to come see me
vote for her story "grape juice floaties" at
http://becausemomsaidso.blogspot.com
hurry! the contest ends at midnight!!
vote for her story "grape juice floaties" at
http://becausemomsaidso.blogspot.com
hurry! the contest ends at midnight!!
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