tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84875010670026594192024-03-13T18:54:38.671-06:00Anthony & ChristeneChristenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10526784200636472968noreply@blogger.comBlogger55125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8487501067002659419.post-82168854538902849142012-05-14T18:37:00.000-06:002012-05-14T18:37:17.279-06:00Family History: Part 3Growing Up: The Teenage Years (High School)<br />
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<strong>What activities did you participate in?</strong><br />
When I was in middle school I played softball. I played for all four years and I sucked. I could catch a ball just fine, I could also hit a ball just fine. During practice. When it came time to play for real I got stage fright. Which is weird because I wouldn't consider myself a really shy person. But maybe at that time. I also didn't really have many friends on the team. I mean we were all friendly, but I wasn't friends with them outside of the team, so maybe that affected it. I am pretty sure my team hated when it was my turn to bat because they knew I would either walk or strike out. They cheered when I got hit. HAHA. Whatever. So I sucked at softball.<br />
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I danced a lot too. I started tap dancing as soon as I could. I think I was three and continued until age like 14 or something? I wish I would have continued doing it. There are a couple reasons why I stopped. One. Was my main best friends didn't dance and I didn't really feel like I fit in with the girls that I did dance with, and the other was money. Dance costs a lot of money especially to go far in dance. Even through school it is a lot of money. I also got a job right when I was sixteen. Looking back though I wish I would have tried different dance studios when I got older to see if I fit in at another place. My dance studio had a lot of cliques. I also wish that I would have continued doing it despite the money. I think that my parents would have supported me if it was something that I really wanted to do. I think that having a job when you are young is important, but I also think that doing what you love while you can is important. <br />
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<strong>How did you learn to drive? What cars did you drive?</strong><br />
Mostly my dad taught me. The first time I drove a car was in when we were visitng my Grandparents in Rangely, CO. We were on part of a dirt road after going on a family drive and my dad just asked if I wanted to drive. I did pretty good. Except for at the stop sign I got confused betweent he break and gas pedal and screetched forward. HAHA. Oops. My mom taught me too, they just took turns. I kind of feel like driving is self explanitory and doesn't take a lot of "teaching." I never learned how to drive a stick shift very well. My best friend Jerrica had a really old car and she taught me how, but since I didn't need to know how to do it I forgot.<br />
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I drove my mom's green van and my dad's truck for awhile. I mean those were the vehicles I practiced on. So I turned 16 in August and got a job in October. My job was in Provo (at JCPenney) and my parents didn't really want to drive that far all the time so they got me a car. So awesome. I really felt lucky. The deal was that I still had to keep my grades up because I needed to qualify for the "good student" discount and they would let me drive it as my own. It is a 92' Geo Prizm in red. We still have it. Just recently in fact we hit the 200,000 mile mark. Mostly Anthony drives it because it is a little finicky and sometimes doesn't want to start. Other than that it has been an awesome car. I have had to replace the windshiel so many times I have lost count. Once on my way to work my car stopped working on the freeway, something happened with the timing belt. I never have been into a serious accident. I did rear end a girl once on the way to school, but it was totally her fault and she admitted it and that was that. Oh and for like first couple months I kept getting backed into. Once was in the McDonalds parking lot. Anthony was with me and he yelled at the girl while I stayed in the car. The other time was in the Del Taco drive thru. Some idiot lady back right up into me.<br />
<br /><strong>Who were your friends?</strong><br />
I think I pretty much answered this in the previous post. For the most part I hung out with Jerrica, Jackie and Shayla in the first part of highschool and Josh and Trevor (as well as Shayla and Anthony)during the last part of highschool. I would say that I am the type of person who has a lot of accquaintences and a few really good friends rather than a person who just has a lot of friends. I have always been like that. When I am friends with someone I am friends with them forever. I am extremely loyal and have a hard time when people don't return the favor. I am also a needy friend, and I know that. I'm working on it.<br />
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<strong>Did you have a boyfriend/girlfriend?</strong><br />
I have talked about it before but for the most part it was Anthony. Although we didn't consider ourselves dating at the time we basically were. I met him late in my sophomore year of high school and hung out all the time. He left on his mission in March of my junior year of high school. While he was gone I dated a little, but mostly I just hung out. I tried really hard to enjoy what I had left of high school. He came back while I was in college.<br />
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<strong>What did you like/dislike about school?</strong><br />
I really enjoyed school (still do). I was pretty good at it, I didn't have trouble getting good grades. I was not one of those who just had to have those straight A's, but I did rather well. I really enjoyed history, english, psychology and social dance. The reason I liked those classes was either because of the subject and the teacher was awesome or because of social reasons. Josh, Trevor and I had social dance together and it was so awesome. We had so much fun toghether. I hated Math, and there were also a few people I disliked. The people were more of a problem when I was younger. When I got older I cared less about what other people thought and just had fun.<br />
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<strong>First Paid Job?</strong><br />
I started babysitting when I was 12. I babysat almost every weekend up until the age of 16 and I had to get a real job. HAHA. My parents basically told me that I needed to get a job to pay for my cell phone. So I did. I applied one day, interviewed and got the job the next. I worked at JCPenney when I was 16 til just recently. I worked everywhere. Window Coverings, Home Dept. Receptionist, and finally the Children's Dept. Supervisor.<br />
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<br />Christenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10526784200636472968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8487501067002659419.post-80514841507233691682012-05-09T17:24:00.000-06:002012-05-09T17:24:13.891-06:00My Life: Family History Pt. 2Growing Up: The Early Years<br />
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Where did you grow up? Describe it?<br />
I have lived in Spanish Fork my entire life, until now. When I was born my parents lived in small house near the Spanish Fork Jr. High, but I only lived there until I was three or four. So any memories I have of there come from seeing pictures.<br />
The house my parents live in now is where I grew up.<br />
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That is not a very good picture, haha. But it is the only one I could find. My parents house is on the left. There are five bedrooms, three bathrooms, two living rooms.<br />
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What was your earliest memory?<br />
I remember when the house was being built and playing in the big piles of dirt with Garrett. When it was first built my parents didn't have the basement finished. So Garrett and had our bedrooms upstairs. Then when Matthew was born in 1998 we had to share a room (ugh) while the basement was being finished. Sharing a bedroom with Garrett wasn't so bad, at least I don't remember it being that bad. We didn't really hang out in there that often. We also had bunkbeds and we would trade off who slept on the bottom and who slept on the top. That was also the time that Garrett and I got hamsters. I dont think they lived very long. They would escape their cage and then eat the carpet and then it would kill them. It was horrible and I think my parents regretted it the moment we brought them home.<br />
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What games did you play as a child?<br />
Hmm. Well one year for Christmas we got this thing called a Pico. It was a game console type thing. Except it wasn't like playing video games because it was more learning oriented. It hooked up to the tv and you had these books that plugged into it based on different things. I think we had a Mickey Mouse one, Bernstein Bears, etc.<br />
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Then when I was in second grade Garrett got a Nintendo 64 for his birthday. We only had two games for the longest time. Diddy Kong Racing and Yoshi Story. I played for a long time, but later on I lost interest and it became mostly Garrett's think.</div>
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We got a trampoline when I was in second grade too. We did that a lot. We would make up games and put the sprinkler under the tramp. In fifth grade is when scooters became really popular. I had a blue Razor and Garrett and I would ride them all the time. We played outside a lot as a family. My parents would sit on the porch and watch us. Garrett usually on his skateboard, me on my scooter and Matthew had this firetruck thing that he would race down the driveway.<br />
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Where did you go to School?<br />
For Kindegarten through 5th grade I attended Larsen Elementary. It is right by my parents house.<br />
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For 6th and 7th Grade I attended Spanish Fork Middle School (Now it is called Diamond Fork Jr. High). I couldn't find a very good picture but it was also pretty close to my parents house. It was kinda on a busy street though.</div>
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For 8th and 9th Grade I attended Spanish Fork Jr. High. (Spanish Fork has since gotten bigger so they have changed the way it is divided up. Now instead Elementary School is K-6, then Jr. High 7-9 and Highschool is 10-12)</div>
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For 10th-12th Grade I attended Spanish Fork High School. That was pretty far from my parents house, but close enough that they didn't provide a bus. (Not that I would have rode it anyways) I got rides to school from my mom and my friend Jerrica until I could drive myself).</div>
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Jerrica and I lived a house a part and we pretty much grew up together. The only problem was that she was two years older than me and we weren't in the same grades. We were really good friends up until about 10th grade. We kinda just grew apart I guess</div>
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I kinda had a lot of trouble with friends growing up. I always felt left out because I didn't grow up with the rest of them the way the others did. But for the most part I hung out with Andrea Myrup, Kearsten George, and Kylee McDonald. We all lived really close and Kearsten and Andrea and I had a lot of classes together and we were in the same church classes. I hung out with them pretty much through middle school.</div>
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When Jr. High came I had sort of an identity crisis or something. I didn't really fit in with those friends anymore. I hung out with Tana Clarke, Mary Jacobsen, Melissa Fifita, Whitney Maughan, and some others. It was pretty temporary. Those group of girls had pretty much grown up together so I never really felt like I fit in. Then in ninth grade I became some sort of drama geek or whatever. They were all really nice and I never felt really left out. I hung out with Tristen Houghton the most though.</div>
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In highschool Jerrica and I were finally in the same school. So that was much better. I hung out with her and Shayla throughout Jr. High too but because we werent in the same school it made things a little harder. We hung out toghether all throughout 10th grade with Jackie too. Then things started to change and we weren't friends anymore. I still hung out with Jackie and Shayla though.</div>
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We only got one year of school together though... After that I pretty much still hung out with Shayla and Anthony. Later on though I started hanging out with Trevor and Josh. We had always been friends. We all had known each other since elementary school, but we never really hung out. I hung out with them through my senior year and we still hang out. They really made my last year at school so much fun. We went on a senior trip to Catalina and Mexico on a cruise it was so fun.</div>
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Let's see in Elementary School it would have to be my fifth grade teacher Mr. Teuscher. He was so much fun. We would do pranks and stuff to other classes. I still see him all the time and he still remembers me. He also taught my little brother Matthew.</div>
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In Jr. High my favorite teacher was Mr. Hubbard. He was so awesome and funny. I actually interned with him while I was in high school. He taught me so much.</div>
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I also really liked Ms. Farmer. I had her twice for English. She was an awesome teacher too. I really think she is one of the reasons that I chose to get into English as a profession.</div>
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In Highschool I really like Mr. Bundy he taught U.S. History, and I liked Mr. McGuire a lot, I had him twice, once for World Civilzations and U.S. Government.</div>
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My parents honestly weren't very strict on chores. I had them, but it wasn't a lot. I helped out with cleaning the bathroom, loading and unloading the dishwasher and I would have to vacuum the upstairs and ofcourse my room. I sometimes did poop duty outside, but later my brothers mostly did that. My dad had my brothers do most of the yardwork. My dad was always really the one who made us do stuff. In the summer he would call home from work to make sure that we actually did something haha. Once I got a job I didn't have as many jobs.</div>
<br />Christenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10526784200636472968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8487501067002659419.post-28515182854559040822012-05-08T01:17:00.001-06:002012-05-09T16:27:27.736-06:00My Life: Family HistoryYour Birth & Family:
What is your full name and how did you get it? Do you have any nicknames?
Christene LaChell (Choate) Edenfield. My mom just always liked the name Christene even before she was married. She changed the spelling to reflect her and her mother's name... Larene and Merlene. I hope I can come up with a name I like that has that same spelling. As for my middle name I'm not really sure. I think it just sounded good with my first name. I was always pretty adamant about the spelling, making sure that the C was capitalized. I think I liked that it was unique.
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What are your parents full names, birth dates and places?
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Steven Learon Choate born March 4, 1961 in Payson, Utah?
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Larene Kay (Webb) Choate born November 1, 1963 in Kimball, Nebraska. (I think, I should double check)
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What is the date of your birth? Where were you born? What are some of the circumstances of your birth?
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August 9, 1990 in Payson, Utah. I am pretty sure I was early because my parents were taking a birthing class and their class took a tour of the hospital and they saw my parents. I can't remember if I was already born or not. I also remember my mom saying she was a little nervous and she had a mean nurse who said, "there will be no yelling." I also think my mom gave birth naturally? I could be making this up. This question is kinda weird because these are not actually my memories, just stuff I remember my parents saying, but yet it's all about me.
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Sibling full names & birth dates?
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Garrett Steven Choate September 19, 1992 (My mom also really liked this name for a long time before she got married. He is also obviously named after my dad)
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Matthew Learon Choate March 4, 1998 (Same birthday as my dad. Also named from the bible as suggested by my Grandpa Jerry and named after my dad and his dad. I remember a lot from Matthew being born. I remember being at my friend Jerrica's house for her birthday (because oddly enough she also had the same birthday) and having to go back over there to stay the night because my mom was going to have Matthew. I think I also requested to stay there rather than stay at my other Grandparents house (that is where Garrett stayed) I also remember her being scared, she had complications and was on bed rest for most of her pregnancy. I also remember that day was the science fair at school and my dad and my Grandma Merlene peeked through the window in my class room door and waved. I remember seeing Matthew for the first time and seeing his pricked feet and the scar that formed there. I also remember that my Grandma took Garrett and I to Artic Circle to get us out of the house. She also bought be a Barbie.)
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What is your relationship like with your siblings?
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<strong>Garrett:</strong> Growing up (as if I am an adult now, haha) we fought a lot. We were so different and he used to annoy me o bad. I remember wrestling with Garrett for fun (our dad taught us that) and we would roll around the floor smacking our heads into the walls (we have big hard heads in our family), you can still see some of the dents in the walls. One time we made sock bombs (where you roll up one sock and put it into another) and smacked each other with them all night. Even my dad played. The funny thing is as I think about our relationship I know that we fought and boy did we fight a lot but I can't really remember any instances other than the time that my mom told me to just ignore Garrett and he would leave me alone and he decided to test my patience and he sat in top of me and poked my eyes and really I did try to ignore him, but I couldn't take it any longer and I through him off of me and he hit the table. Oops. Oh and there was this one time where we went through this phase where we would scare each other on this day it was intense. I went downstairs and as I was coming up I heard Garrett say he was going to scare me as I was coming up the stairs. I waited for a long time and finally jumped out and scared him. I scared him so bad that he fell down and started to cry, my dad tried to reprimand me, but ended up laughing. It was pretty funny. I also remember putting on silky docks and "skating" around the kitchen as if we were ice skaters, being spies and spying on our parents while they were watching tv, making up spells after seeing Harry Potter for the first time and watching Pokemon in the morning while we ate our breakfast before school. Now our relationship is more adult. I try and talk to him a lot and give him advice. Since I'm so smart, haha. Garrett is more timid and soft hearted and I am not, I think that is why we struggled so much when we were younger. All he wanted was to hang out with someone and all I wanted was to be alone. *this doesn't really fit in right here, but I have to add it. One time I caught him trying to read my diary, haha. I had one of the password journals and he tried to break in. Not that I had anything juicy or secretive for him to read. Garrett has grown up so much, he makes me feel old. He looks like a man now, not a little boy.
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<strong>Matthew</strong>: I was eight when he was born. I remember feeling an intense level of responsibility for him even at a young age. I was his second mom. When we were little we had to go to the baby sitters twice a week, I remember Matthew waiting for me to get off of school. He hated the baby sitters and he would cling to me as soon as I got there. I also remember feeling guilty leaving him when I would go to friends houses instead of go to the baby sitter. When I got older I was the baby sitter in the summer and I would just hang out with him all day. We would make Garrett go to a friends since he bugged us, haha. I used to do crafts and paint Matthews face with my moms make up. When he got older he and Garrett started to fight a lot I was always the in between, but mostly protecting Matthew. One time Matthew got Garrett really mad and I had to hold him back to keep him from hurting Matthew, but then Matthew sucker punched Garrett right in the face and then ran upstairs to his bedroom and slammed the door (Matthew slammed doors a lot, he was rather moody as a kid). As Matthew got older I relationship changed a little, he got more annoying. My parents sided with him a lot even when it wasn't right. P.s. my parents are both the youngest in their families. No wonder they felt more sympathy towards him. I think our relationship changed because I was a girl, he started to want to hang out with Garrett more rather than me. Now our relationship is still pretty close, he made me cry at my wedding. More if that guilt for leaving him again. Matthew makes me laugh all the time, I think he takes after me a lot as well. He has dome of the same tendencies as I do.
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What is your relationship like with your parents growing up?<br />
I would like to think I didn't cause my parents too much grief but alas I know I was not an angel. I think a lot of my "angst" stemmed from the amount of responsibility they placed on me. I was the oldest and they also pushed me really hard in school. I was expected to get high grades whereas Garrett didn't have those expectations and I had a hard time with that. They also had me help Garrett and Matthew in school a lot. I always had trouble with friends growing up, I think that worried them, especially my mom. I also had older friends too and friends who's parents didn't care so much where they were or what they did and one times I would get jealous and wish my parents were like that. Now that I am moved out our relationship has changed for the better, because it is more adult. When I was at home my dad would tell me to clean my room a lot, give me the stink eye every time I came home with new clothes, get after me about my cell phone usage and keeping my car clean etc, but now my husband does all of that haha. No but really I think moving out really made me appreciate my parents and I actually look forward to seeing them.
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Lessons you learned from your parents?
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<strong>My dad</strong>: Everything I know about working hard I learned from him. My dad is seriously one of the hardest working people I know. My dad used to always say "I want a good job not a fast job." Whenever my house is a mess I always think that my dad would be disappointed. I remember him sweeping and mopping the floor once a week, he would get up before the rest of us and do it. He also knew a lot about cars and took care of them. I admire my dad for being self-sufficient in a lot of ways.
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<strong>My mom</strong>: Taught me compassion and to be conscious of other peoples feelings. I just remember my mom getting after me fir my mean attitude towards Garrett a lot. I was so sarcastic and Garrett didn't interpret it that way. I also remember her telling me to be friends with a girl that lived by that not a lot of people liked or understood. She was always pushing me to be nicer and friendlier.
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What are some of your best memories with your parents?<br />
<strong>My dad</strong>: Let see... I remember getting up at the butt crack of dawn, drinking Ovaltine and going fishing with him and Garrett. I think we were pretty young I had to have been six, seven? I remember him teaching me how to shoot a gun. I also remember when I was like 14 and Garrett was 12 we got shotguns and we took them up to practice shooting. I got reprimanded for having long painted fingernails that would surely break from shooting the gun. Garrett and I fought over who would shoot first because we were both kinda scared of our guns because they kick. I went first and my dad launched the clay pigeon and I fired and I hit it. I will never forget my dads face when I hit it, pure shock. We also used to do this thing where once a month Garrett and I would take turns going with either mom or dad in our own date. My dad and I saw El Dorado and played Star Wars pin ball in the arcade. I also remember my dad getting mad at me for getting another pair of "high heels" when I was in elementary school. My dad used to jump on the trampoline a lot when were younger and we would sleep out there sometimes. I also remember my dad getting me ready for school, I was in first grade. He worked graveyards and my mom worked in the mornings so he had to get me ready for school. I remember the way he would hold my face really tight and then completely mutilate it with other using a wet washrag. I also wore my hair in a wet slicked back pony tail with a barrette on each side because that's all he knew how to do. My mom later taught him how to braid and curl my bangs, needless to say I learned how to do my hair at a really young age.
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<strong>My mom</strong>: I remember a lot of shopping trips. That must be where my live of clothes stems from. Since i was the only girl we would try to get away from the boys and do girly things. I remember especially loving the deer hunt. Not because I woud go because Garrett and my dad leave and later on so did Matthew. We would go out to dinner and a movie, sometimes shopping. I remember they came home early once and I wasSo mad. I remember getting up early in the morning just so I could see her before she had to go to work. I also remember watching soap operas with her, young and the restless, as the world turns, etc. I remember going to get vanilla pepsi's from Glades in the summers. I remember watching her get ready for work and her letting me do my own make up. I think I learned how by age eight? I remember this one time my mom had taken a sleeping pill and she had stayed up to late and it made her a little crazy and she took my drink from me. My whole drink without asking. Ha, she didn't remember. Also this one time when we were staying at my Grandparents in Rangely, CO and my mom and I were picking apples out of their tree. Mostly I was just watching my mom and I was sitting to the side and I noticed something moving and I asked my mom what it was she touched it with her foot and it hissed. She proceeded to run down the hill without me and leave me with the snake, haha. But I got scared and I couldn't move so she ran up and got me. I think that is where my fear of snakes came from.Christenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10526784200636472968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8487501067002659419.post-85194949831073967812011-09-20T21:18:00.000-06:002011-09-20T21:18:24.677-06:00Lisa Leonard GiveawaySo the awesome <a href="http://littlemissmomma.com"></a> Little Miss Momma is hosting an awesome giveaway given by Lisa Leonard <a href="http://lisaleonardonline.com"></a>. Have you guys seen her stuff? Its seriously amazing. Its no wonder that there is over 500 hundred comments over at Little Miss Momma. Everyone wants to win. The best part is though, that even if you don't win you can still get a discount by using the code: littlemissmomma. To get more details on the giveaway go to this link: http://www.littlemissmomma.com/2011/09/lisa-leonard-two-75-gift-card-giveaways-and-a-discount.html<br />
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These are the things that I would buy if I got the gift card and what I am hoping I will get for Christmas. (I seriously just told Anthony last night about this site and her products).<br />
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I cant get the picture to work on my iPad. But here is the link to the one I really want<br />
Key to My Heart <a href="http://http://www.lisaleonardonline.com/ProductImages.aspx?ProductId=186"></a>Christenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10526784200636472968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8487501067002659419.post-79418019081611415592011-09-19T19:48:00.000-06:002011-09-19T19:48:59.432-06:00The Plan for the Week<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbrkos4UNFx91BW5Fl1XB9Iagb9nD5ukQGYT-62Cn2cIH6kAn-87pfz9My5672FoPMXYzhsmL9vzTB3FX-Rvql4SgZJC9w-mEaiJfTYsdwmBOVxsRKEfOZdQ28E_s729Pw8E0Zng9X3Jw/s1600/aweek.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="272" rba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbrkos4UNFx91BW5Fl1XB9Iagb9nD5ukQGYT-62Cn2cIH6kAn-87pfz9My5672FoPMXYzhsmL9vzTB3FX-Rvql4SgZJC9w-mEaiJfTYsdwmBOVxsRKEfOZdQ28E_s729Pw8E0Zng9X3Jw/s320/aweek.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I bought this around Christmas last year. We used it a lot when we worked opposite schedules so we could keep track of who was going to do what, and it made us more accountable for the cleanliness of the house. We have sort of gotten off track during the summer with cleaning the house regularly, so Anthony pulled this thing out. Were going to try and use it more often. Anthony will be gone this weekend, so we wanted to make sure the house will be clean before he leaves. We even wrote down what we are going to do today. I told Anthony it makes you feel more productive when you can actually cross something off the list.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The Plan for the Week: Breakdown.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Monday:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Anthony: Dishes. Donate Plasma. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Christene: Make Dinner. Fold Whites. Hang Blacks. (that sounds racist). Homework</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Tuesday:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Anthony: Repelling. Mop and Sweep Kitchen Floor</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Christene: School. Pick up Shoes. Pick up Bedroom</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Wednesday:</div>Anthony: Donate Plasma. Pick up Living Room. Pick up Craft Room.<br />
Christene: Vacuum. Wash Sheets. Put out Fall Decorations. Homework.<br />
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Thursday:<br />
Anthony: Get stuff ready for camping trip<br />
Christene: School. Work.<br />
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Friday: <br />
Anthony: Get ready for camping trip<br />
Christene: PARTY :]<br />
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Geez. I hope we do something fun before he goes. This list sounds really boring. But it has to be done!<br />
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What are your plans this week? I hope they are more fun than ours.Christenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10526784200636472968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8487501067002659419.post-45144051502303324362011-09-18T21:24:00.000-06:002011-09-18T21:24:09.087-06:00Manicure Monday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://images.instagram.com/media/2011/09/18/d700fa0d6d1244a190c726c0dd769bcf_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="612" width="612" src="http://images.instagram.com/media/2011/09/18/d700fa0d6d1244a190c726c0dd769bcf_7.jpg" /></a></div><br />
I thought it would be fun to post a pic of my nails every week. <br />
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Maybe, not. But I'm in need of topics to blog about and I love nail polish. I change it at leas once a week. I'll make sure to take a picture every week.<br />
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This weeks nail polish is a combination of three colors. I bought them all at Target because they were cheap.<br />
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Colors: <br />
Sinful Colors: Rise and Shine (ring finger)<br />
Sinful Colors: Frenzy (glitter)<br />
NYC: Lincoln Square Garden (color underneath glitter)<br />
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I'm sure no one really cares about what colors I'm wearing, but it's kinda fun for me.Christenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10526784200636472968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8487501067002659419.post-30442164089506218592011-09-15T23:32:00.000-06:002011-09-15T23:32:47.889-06:00ABC's of Anthony and ChristeneA. Age: C-21 A-24<br />
B. Bed Size: Queen (We're currently still sleeping in the same bed :])<br />
C. Chore You Hate: C-Putting away Laundry & Dishes A: Folding Laundry & Doing Dishes (Guess what two things don't get done very often in our house)<br />
D. Dogs: C- I want a Great Dane or Siberian Husky A-Boston Terrier<br />
E. Essential Start to Day: C- Laying around for five or ten minutes. I need a minute to get myself motivated. A- Avoid getting out of bed for as long as possible (not really a morning person).<br />
F. Favorite Color: C- Royal Blue A-Dark Blue <br />
G. Gold or Silver: I'd say were both for silver or white gold, but I do love gold I just don't know how to wear it with my wedding ring.<br />
H. Height: C- 5'2" A 6'2"<br />
I. Instruments You Play: C- Once played the clarinet in 6th grade. A- Can play a few songs on the guitar. I want him to learn more so he can play lullabies for our future kiddos.<br />
J. Jobs: C- Children's Dept. Supervisor at JCPenney. A- Press Operator at USSynthetic.<br />
K. Kids: None yet. Probably not for awhile. Who knows. All we know is not now.<br />
L. Live: Springville, UT<br />
M. Middle Name: C- LaChell A- Lamar<br />
N. Nicknames: C- Babe (Anthony calls me that) and Sister (by my parents). NO ONE calls me Chris or Christy or Chrissy. Its weird. No way am I any of those names. A- I call him Babe. I don't think his family has any nicknames for him...<br />
O. Overnight Hospital Stays: C- When I was a wee little one (I have no idea what it was for) A- None (knock on wood).<br />
P. Pet Peeves: C- When people don't use their blinker. When people smack when they chew. When people chew weird. When people leave their litter around. I could go on. A- When Christene leaves her straightener on. When Christene leaves cereal in the sink. When Christene drops something behind the washer. When Christene leaves a drink in the car and it leaks. When Christene starts collecting basically full water bottles on her night stand. When Christene picks my face.<br />
Q. Quotes: C- "You is kind, you is special, you is important" - Aibileen Clark (The Help) A- We’re never satisfied when it comes to food. "You know what’d be good on this burger? A ham sandwich. Instead of a bun, let’s use two donuts. That way we can have it for breakfast. Look out McGriddle. Here comes the donut-ham-hamburger!" - Jim Gaffigan. I don't really think that is his all time favorite. But we listen to him all the time.<br />
R: Righty or Lefty: C- Righty all the way A- Righty except for he shoots with his left because he has a hard time closing his left eye all the way. (This is true).<br />
S. Siblings: C- Two little brothers, Garrett (19)& Matthew (13) A- Seven Siblings, Sally (25), Calvin (23), Daniel (20), Joe (17), David (13) and Jonie (10) I am not sure on all of Anthony's siblings ages. But I am sure I am close. <br />
T. Time you wake up: C- 8:00 M-Sa(I really try to get up around 7:30, but since I don't really need to I usually don't) A- 6:30 M-F (He seriously gets up 15 minutes before he has to leave the house). If we don't have to wake up to an alarm we sleep in as long as possible. So usually 11:00!<br />
U. University Attended: C- Currently attending Utah Valley University A- Hasn't gotten there yet.<br />
V. Vegetable you hate: C-Beans. I really like any vegetable as long as it didn't come from a can. A- Peppers. <br />
W. What makes you run late: C- Trying to find something to wear. Taking too long to get ready. A- Sleeping in past his alarm or forgetting to set it.<br />
X. X-rays you've had: C- Teeth and Lungs (Pneumonia) A- Teeth, Elbow, Shoulder.<br />
Y. Yummy Foods: C- Home grown tomatoes, steak, corn on cob, sanpete chicken. A- Beans (mainly bean burritos), steak. Its hard to say what Anthony's favorite foods are because he really will eat anything. Except for peppers.<br />
Z. Zoo Animals: C- Zebras and Elephants. Anything Baby. A- I don't know.<br />
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Now you know everything you never wanted to know about Anthony and I!Christenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10526784200636472968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8487501067002659419.post-73281602227044904982011-09-15T14:11:00.000-06:002011-09-15T14:11:36.347-06:00Music Memory LaneI never really thought that music was a big part of my life, meaning I'm not musically talented. Recently, however, I have realized how much it was a part of my life growing up. The earliest stuff I can remember is second grade when N'SYNC came out. Yep. Thats right I was eight. How old does that make you feel? Haha. Even though I didn't grow up in a house full of musically talented people, although my dad can play spoons with the best of them, music was still a big part of my life. I have very fond memories of listening to music with my dad and watching him jam out and slam the steering wheel. I'm also pretty sure that my mom taught me to sing "Somethin Like That" as soon as it came out. <br />
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Anways I was thinking of a few of my favorites from the past. I have to laugh that as I was playing the videos for Anthony I still remembered every word!<br />
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B*witched: C'est La Vie.<br />
Please tell me someone else out there has heard of this song! I remember putting the casette tape in the radio down stairs and dancing out to it in the basement!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Spice Girls: Wannabe</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">My friends and I used to "play" Spice Girls all the time. We used to fight over who go to be who, I always got Baby Spice. Mostly because I looked like her the most. I also remember my mother doing her best to shield me from this group. Ha. My friends and I jammed out to it at their houses. (I never had a Spice Girls CD). Does anyone remember the movie they came out with? Spice World. I think I may have to torture Anthony into watching it on Netflix.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Outkast: Sorry Ms. Jackson</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This came out when I was introduced to listening to the radio. Mainly 94.9 zht (which has since changed to 97.1 and I still listen to it!) This is when I was introduced to the world of hip hop and R&B which happen to be some of my favorite forms of music now. </div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/MYxAiK6VnXw?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">ATeens: SOS</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I'm not sure if anybody else listened to them at the time, but they were basically a younger version of ABBA. I don't think they ever sang their own songs, but I'm not sure. This was one of my very first CD's. Haha!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Britney Spears: Hit Me Baby One More Time</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Can we really talk about growing up during the 90's without talking about Britney Spears. My parents wouldn't get me the CD instead I got N'SYNC. Don't digress my best friend had the CD and we totally jammed out. This also brings out my memories of watching music videos on MTV in the mornings before school.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Nelly: Hot in Here</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This song was so catchy. I only put this song on here though because it brings to mind an awesome memory. My best friend and I were babysitting my little brother Matthew and we were playing music really loud and dancing around and this song came on. Later that evening at the dinner table Matthew proceeds to sing this song, "its getting hot in here so take off all your clothes." Mind you he was like five. Needless my parents told me I couldn't listen tot his song anymore! Ya right.</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/GeZZr_p6vB8/0.jpg"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GeZZr_p6vB8&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GeZZr_p6vB8&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Anyways obviously my music selection was highly influenced by popular culture, but still these songs bring back some awesome and embarassing memories. (like the dances we used to come up with especially Spice Girls). Hopefully you got some laughs out of this or maybe it brought back some memories for you!?<br />
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P.S. Sorry for any typos. For some reason I cannot type on my parents keyboard.Christenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10526784200636472968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8487501067002659419.post-40723943017457755252011-06-02T11:22:00.000-06:002011-06-02T11:22:19.693-06:00The Ring(s)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnNEFhFn3uDgI4bwkXNfPQgHjl4LMp7x6Shkjd5I5_GOy4nbCEwFuQukXGu0IsGfe8PqXDgwWj2c3w36EnOHagIIBX8WV5Xp2TeGFX7raBjTYFBUZjrZYaIjsEhsdbCpYuFeCSmdmd4bE/s1600/untitled1.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnNEFhFn3uDgI4bwkXNfPQgHjl4LMp7x6Shkjd5I5_GOy4nbCEwFuQukXGu0IsGfe8PqXDgwWj2c3w36EnOHagIIBX8WV5Xp2TeGFX7raBjTYFBUZjrZYaIjsEhsdbCpYuFeCSmdmd4bE/s320/untitled1.bmp" t8="true" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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As I said before Anthony designed my ring. We did go look for rings together, but none of the ones that I tried on looked like this. I tried on a ring at Sierra West in Orem and I fell in love with it, I wanted it so bad. One problem it was around $6,500. I shouldn't have even tried it on. So we decided we weren't going to look anymore and that Anthony would just pick it out. He knew that I wanted a round stone in the center with diamonds on both sides. So that's what he got me :]. I love that my ring is totally unique, I definitely wouldn't have picked it myself but it makes it more special that Anthony picked it out for me. My favorite part about the ring is the setting. I am not sure what it is called but instead of four prongs it sorta has a large round prong on either side. I also really like that is platinum. Its so shiny! Especially when it is clean! Soon I will be getting a wedding band with the diamonds in it because I love me some bling (and I want one on both sides) but for now I just have a plain one and that is ok. <br />
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I don't have a picture of Anthony's ring. His is 11mm wide. Which is my favorite part about it. He has big hands so he needs a big ring. His ring is made out of sterling silver with two bands of titanium going around it. Only problem is that its sorta too big, and you can't size. So eventually we are going to have one made that looks exactly like it that is in his size.Christenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10526784200636472968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8487501067002659419.post-54737267713189142272011-05-31T20:52:00.001-06:002011-05-31T21:03:23.301-06:00The ProposalFirst off:<br />
So I had no idea it was coming none at all. A couple weeks before hand we had gotten into a pretty big fight about the whole marriage thing and I thought for sure it wouldn't be for a couple more months. We were ok by this point and I really had finally just accepted the fact that we might wait longer than I thought. And seriously I was ok with this. <br />
So here is my story . . .<br />
So it was my birthday. And a couple days before I had already gotten my birthday present which was a Cricut (a scrapbook thing). I got it early because he accidently told me what it was so I just opened it that day. Anyways my actual birthday was on a Sunday and Anthony told me he had originally planned for me to go on a scavenger hunt to get my present but he still wanted me to do it because he had already done the work for it. Still had no idea.<br />
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</div>So I made my best friend Shayla come with me to do the scavenger hunt. To further prove I had no idea we were even talking about moving out together and I even said that Anthony and I probably wont get engaged til Christmas. <br />
So the scavenger hunt Anthony made for me was really clever. So he had set up his GPS and I had to enter certain clue words into it and then it would lead me to my next destination. He sent me all over Spanish Fork and Mapleton. His last stop was at his Grandma Edenfield's house and there was this very large box covered in red fabric (he made it himself). Shayla handed me a string and told me to pull. At this point I was a little nervous. I was afraid he was going to scare me or something so I stood far away and pulled the string. He ran over to me and got down on one knee and said "Christene LaChell Choate will you marry me?" To be honest I was still in shock. Really. I remember thinking is this real? He better not be kidding. Haha. I was too shocked to have any real emotion at first. I didn't cry or anything. Which suprised me. Anyways. . . it was real and of coarse I said yes. A few moments later I asked him if he had asked my parents. I figured I would know because they would act weird or something, but nope. It was a complete suprise and so was the ring. He designed it himself. But I'll add that to tomorrow's post.Christenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10526784200636472968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8487501067002659419.post-46347266823081078762011-05-29T14:41:00.000-06:002011-05-29T14:41:22.921-06:00How did I know he was the one?I'm not really sure if I believe that there is just one person meant for you. Ever. I think there is one person meant for you in a certain time. Whether or not you get married or just date or even get divorced. I think it depends on the decisions you make and where they lead you. With that being said I'm also not really sure when I knew Anthony was the "one." My mom said she knew as soon as she saw us together, but for me it wasn't as obvious as that. It was sort of a transitional thing. I guess I knew a couple of weeks after he got home from his mission that we were going to get married. I just couldn't picture my life without him, it just made sense. <br />
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Tomorrow is "The Proposal"<br />
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ChristeneChristenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10526784200636472968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8487501067002659419.post-301208983176218472011-05-28T12:59:00.001-06:002011-05-28T13:09:01.077-06:00How it all happened. . .It really is a long and complicated story:<br />
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So my best friend at the time was working at Albertson's and so was Anthony. Her and another friend decided to play a little prank on him by decorating his car and leaving him an anonymous note with me phone number. He hadn't ever met me before so he didn't recognize my name or the phone number. They didn't even tell me about it until it was too late. He had already called me and pretty much ruined their prank because I didn't know what was going on. Later that week we were finally introduced in person I had to have been 14 at the time. Later that week we all hung out and he bought me a lemonade.<br />
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I don't remember the next time we hung out. In fact it might have been at my 15th birthday party at Seven Peaks. Our relationship at this point was extremely casual. In fact he and my best friend sorta had a "thing" going at the time. We all got a long really well and had a lot of fun together. Fast forward about 6 mos. Anthony had gotten another job and a new girlfriend. So we didn't hang out anymore.<br />
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Fast forward another 6 mos. Anthony had broken up or whatever with said girlfriend. So hence we all became friends again. Although this time it was weird. Things were off kilter so to speak. I wasn't as good of friends with my best friend anymore and I started to become really good friends with Anthony. She became really jealous and started being really mean. So that friendship sorta fizzled out. It was a little more dramatic than that but I'd rather not get into it.<br />
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For about 8 mos. Anthony and I were really good friends. Both having feelings for eachother but not wanting to get too close because he was about to leave on a mission. For about 2 mos we stopped trying and became really close. We talked about me "waiting" for him or whatever and agreed that it would be best if we continued to write and but didn't make any promises since I was still a junior in highschool. He didn't want me missing out on stuff because I had him. <br />
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So that's how we met and came to be. I told you it was a long story. I really like though that Anthony has been a part of my life for such a long time and that we started out as friends. I am not really sure where the point of being and friend turned into something more. It sorta just happened.<br />
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This is isn't our very first picture together. I have no idea where those went. But this is the first picture we took together after he came home frome his mission. Look at my black curly hair! I miss it.<br />
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Next is Number 2: How I knew he was the one?Christenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10526784200636472968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8487501067002659419.post-88041680067518670212011-05-28T12:24:00.000-06:002011-05-28T12:24:26.518-06:00Another Mindless Challenge:I thought it would be fun to look back at things. Also I have been bored out of my mind today and I can't think of anything to blog about.<br />
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1. How did it all begin? How you met? First Date? First Kiss? How long did you date? Etc.<br />
2.When did you know he was the one?<br />
3. Proposal: How did it happen?<br />
4. The Ring<br />
5. Engagement/Bridal Pictures<br />
6.The colors<br />
7. The dress<br />
8. Your accessories<br />
9. The ceremony/reception<br />
10. The cake/food<br />
11. Your song<br />
12. Favorite and least favorite part of the day<br />
13. Honeymoon<br />
14. Thoughts on marriage<br />
15. First place that you lived together<br />
16. Kids?<br />
17. Most recent picture of you and your spouse.<br />
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When I am done I plan on printing it out. Mostly because I haven't really done anything to remember the wedding or anything like that.Christenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10526784200636472968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8487501067002659419.post-83721721518813567642011-04-16T23:59:00.000-06:002011-04-16T23:59:51.974-06:00A lot on my mindWell its 11:30ish and I can't sleep. It's really not that late, but the hubby is fast asleep. He literally fell asleep within minutes of laying down. I don't think I have EVER done that. Sleep is an issue for me. I don't know why, but I think it might have something to do with anxiety. I tried once to write in a journal about all the things I was "worried" about right before bed so that hopefully it would help me clear them out of my head. Well it didn't work. So I don't know what's wrong with me, or maybe there isn't anything wrong with me. I don't really feel tired, but I don't really feel like want to run a marathon. Maybe this will help me fall asleep.<br />
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Speaking of things to worry about... lets just name a few that are on my mind right now:<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Buying a house:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Isn't this house cute?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Anthony and I are to the point where we are ready to start looking at houses. Seriously. Like go inside of them. AHHH. I am so excited, but also anxious.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div align="center">Job:</div><div align="center">I have a love/hate relationship with my job. But really don't we all. This picture makes me laugh because the JCP is like all over customer service. </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">All of my friends, including my hubby just say, "I just need to not stress out." Ha. If only it were that simple I'd be asleep right now. </div>Christenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10526784200636472968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8487501067002659419.post-47830279782010021572011-04-05T15:33:00.000-06:002011-04-05T15:33:34.215-06:00Marriage. What I think I have learned.I suppose when I look back at this post in a few years or maybe even a few months I will lay my head back and laugh at how silly and naive I am, but for now this is what I have learned about marriage and Anthony.<br />
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Here is Anthony and I on our Wedding Day:<br />
Seriously I wish I could relive this day. Capture more of the way we felt. I was seriously so stressed out that day. I was freaking nervous and not to mention we had to rush through the photography at the temple all because I had to be at the luncheon an hour after we got married (not my idea) and then at the reception my decorator was running late. I wish I could go back and pay attention to Anthony and I, not the things that don't matter.<br />
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I have learned not to depend so much on Anthony. This is the biggest lesson I have learned. When I say this out loud it sort of sounds like a bad thing, but let me clarify. When we first got married a little over a year ago I depended on Anthony a lot. I don't mean like I was so dependent that I couldn't put gas in my car, or cook dinner, I mean I depended emotionally on him for everything. This is bad. Not good. This put a lot of stress on our marriage, I think. I would cry a lot at night and Anthony would sort of just stare at me because he didn't understand why I was crying and thing is I wasn't sure why I was crying either. I'm not sure if this was some sort of transition into marriage thing I was going through, or I was depressed or lonely or what, but seriously I would cry. Cry forever even. Like for hours until I finally cried myself to sleep. The thing is Anthony is a really really great guy and he does his best to be there for me emotionally, physically, whatever I need. But it is not fair for me to rely on him for all my emotional needs. Thats what friends are for. It is important to have friends because they can be there for you too. I have learned to spread myself out. Most of me still depends on Anthony because I think that is what it is supposed to be like, but now I have more friends and I depend on them emotionally too. One in particular stands out to me. She and I have a lot in common and it feels good to be able to relate to someone as much as I can to her. She understands part of me more than Anthony does. Which is ok. Because I talk to her about how I feel and then she tells me how she feels and we realize were sort of feeling the same things and so we resolve them together.<br />
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So now my marriage is much better because I am more independent of Anthony. (Is that a weird thing to say). I think this is a good thing. Because now instead of bringing all the bad all the time there is more good in our marriage. Anthony has gotten better too and listening to me and trying to understand my feelings. We enjoy each other more. We enjoy the little time we have together in the evening instead of me filling it with sadness.<br />
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Whoa. Sorry for all of the heavy stuff. But I hope you understand. Do you understand? Am I the only one who has ever felt this way before? I have no idea. I don't have really any friends who are newly young and married. I wish I did then maybe I'd have even more friends to relate too.<br />
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Anyways on to some more uplifting exciting things:<br />
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Marriage is full of everything. There is good and bad. But mostly good. For me anyways and that is how I know my marriage is good. haha. That sounds really repetitive, but I hope you know what I mean.<br />
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I have learned to be myself. It is the one place I can be myself all the time. Anthony knows me and he still loves me which is pretty great. Because I am one big case of emotional craziness, crying, weirdness, anxious, stressed out, procrastinator and I am sure he would say a bunch of other great qualities, but I'll just let you add to them yourself. :]<br />
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Now on to Anthony:<br />
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Here he is in case you forgot what he looked like:<br />
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He is pretty cute. I tell him that all the time and he just rolls his eyes.<br />
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Anthony is one of the most unselfish people I have ever known. He does a lot for me and his family and even my family. Did you know that I drive the mazda? aka HIS nice car and he drives MY crappy geo? He doesn't often get to do things for himself. Although he has been taking time to fish lately. Which I am glad for, he deserves it.<br />
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Anthony is weird and crazy and funny. Just like me. Thats why were so good together.<br />
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Anthony talks in his sleep and he snores, so now I have earplugs by the bed when he's having one of his rather noisier nights.<br />
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He is a really hard worker. He works about 50 or so hours a week only having one day off. <br />
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I am just realizing I already knew all this stuff about him before I married him, but I have been appreciating it more and more everyday I am married to him.<br />
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Well sorry for the long post.<br />
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Hope you learned something about me.Christenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10526784200636472968noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8487501067002659419.post-57767272113991243282011-04-02T11:09:00.000-06:002011-04-02T11:09:21.195-06:00Yay! For a Good Husband!I was having a really sort of crappy day the other day. You know those ones where you just feel like laying in bed all day and you feel really sorry for yourself? No? Well thats how I was feeling. I didn't have to work so essentially I could have laid around all day, but I needed to get some homework done. Although I didn't get much done feeling the way I felt. I was texting Anthony while he was at work telling him about my crappy day. <br />
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Now let me tell you something, Anthony is not really romantic. He never really has been. He is pretty good at expressing his feelings through writing, but even then I have to ask for a letter of some sort. I am alright with this. He seems to know when I need him to be a little bit more romantic. <br />
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So back to me saying I was telling Anthony about how my day just felt crappy and he was being sweet and saying he would make it better when he got home from work. So I get home early from school and just wait for him (he was out giving his Grandma a blessing) and he gets home and gives me a kiss and hands me these:<br />
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I was so excited. He has NEVER gotten me flowers just because. Only for Valentine's Day and that is it. I am pretty sure his Grandma told him to bring them to me from her house because I don't think he bought them, but I don't care. I was so happy and it totally turned my day around. It is nice to know that I have a husband who cares about me and knows what to do to make me happy.Christenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10526784200636472968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8487501067002659419.post-72394603388605546822011-03-31T17:11:00.000-06:002011-03-31T17:11:41.164-06:00Looking ForwardSeriously I cannot wait until this semester is over. I feel like the spring semester is always the worst for me, my motivation seems to be seriously lacking. I also feel like it will be the worst every year for the rest of my life because it is my anniversary in March and I feel the need to celebrate awesomely so therefore my school work is poopie.<br />
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I have been daydreaming a lot lately about the things I can do when school is officially over in a couple of weeks (eek! I still have two ten-page research papers due).<br />
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Anthony and I are still planning on getting bikes this summer. Although they might not be as nice as I would like because money doesn't grow on our tree. Last summer Anthony and I were working opposite shifts so we didn't really get to do anything fun, but this summer we have all day pretty much to enjoy each other and the sun.<br />
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I think were going to buy season passes to Seven Peaks. Matthew my little brother gets pretty bored during the summer and so do I sometimes so this will be a great way for us to get out and do something.<br />
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I can't wait to READ! I am going to read any book I want this summer and as many as possible. I miss the days of recreational reading. I don't have time to anymore and I feel especially bad if I am devoting my time to a book that my professors would find less than educational. I have a long list and I plan on reading a lot while in Fish Lake. Anthony rented a boat for a whole day and as much as I like fishing ALL day seems a bit much, but I will just bring a long my kindle and get me some read on!<br />
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Well that is all for now. Just getting my writing juices flowing!Christenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10526784200636472968noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8487501067002659419.post-20127426969468656052011-03-29T15:48:00.000-06:002011-03-29T15:48:03.424-06:00Srsly?Anthony and I just got back from a much needed 8 day vacation in Vegas/Anaheim about a week and a half ago. I have never been to Disneyland and I have always wanted to go. I love rides and want to go fast, upside down, backwards whatever. I love it. Needless to say on this aspect Disneyland was a little disappointing. Their rides are more ecquipped for the whole family to enjoy, and where it was just Anthony and I, I didn't appreciate this as much. I shouldn't have gone their expecting to "love" the rides, it is more about the whole experience. I am definitely excited to bring my kids and see the joy in their faces upon meeting the various Disney characters. I still had fun and I am really grateful that Anthony took me there. He grew up going every year for quite sometime and has since grown sick of the place, but he was excited to take me and even more excited to someday take our kids. <br />
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Since then I got home and Sunday woke up feeling rather yucky. Had an awful cough and was super achy. Poor hubby didn't get any sleep either from all the coughing. Monday I was coughing so hard I was dry heaving. Awesome. I puked right into that garbage can underneath my desk at work. Never puked at work before. Something to cross of my list. :] Tuesday feeling also something yucky. Meanwhile still having to go to school get a somewhat decent grade on my midterm for Contemporary Approaches to Literature. Wednesday still coughing my lungs out with a high fever so the hubster took me to the doctor where we waited an hour to get an xray of my lungs. Srsly. Find out there is an inkling of pneumonia in my lungs so the doctor gets my some anitbiotics. Hooray for insurance and generic drugs. We only paid $10 for the cough syrup (that makes me sleep like a baby) and the anitbiotics for my lungs. As for the xray, well that bill will come later :]. <br />
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So now I'm somewhat recovered from my sickness. Coughing sometimes, but only if I exert myself too much. I really need someone to do my homework for me. I have had this stupid research paper due in about a week and I have got like a paragraph written. Awesome. As for the midterm I turned in last week I got a B+ which is pretty darn fantastic if you ask me. On the downside I got a freaking 71% on my math test. Awesome. I only have to make it through like four more weeks, two more research papers and like four more response papers. May I have some inspiration. I hoping that writing in this blog will help me get the juices flowing since I have been in the same freaking spot for over an hour now. <br />
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Some highs and lows of life thus far:<br />
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I am excited to say that our house is clean. After being gone for over a week and then coming back to being sick we finally got our house under control. Now it just needs to stay that way cause I don't have time for it.<br />
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Today some lady asked me if I was prego at the doctor's office. I laughed. Nope. Nada. Definitely not. In fact I'm just about to get a refill on those birth control pills. I wasn't offended cause I know she wasn't regarding my waistline, but at least someone thinks I look old enough to have a baby. <br />
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My toes and my fingernails match. Painted them a lovely sparkly purple. Was hoping to go for a brighter color for spring, but I've got a meeting with the new store manager coming up and bright blue isn't very professional.<br />
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Today is my day off and I slept in. I shouldn't have because now I am going to have trouble going to sleep tonight. Will be taking some melatonin and maybe some sleepytime tea tonight. <br />
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I haven't bought any new clothes for a long time and I am starting to feel like my wardrobe is getting old. Maybe I can celebrate the end of a semester with a new shirt or something.<br />
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Anthony reserved our fishing boat for his birthday trip in June. I am so excited. Were going to Fish Lake. That place is really pretty and I am excited to go camping just the two of us even though I'd rather be in some 5 star hotel this is what the hubby wants so its what he gets. Also it will be the first time in a long time that I'll be staying in a tent instead of a trailer and no plumbing around. Wish me luck.<br />
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Last but not least Anthony and I are going to visit my Grandpa over Easter with my family. Easter was a really big deal to my Grandma and I remember spending lots of Easter's with her as a kid. We will have to sleep on the floor, but I don't care. I am just excited to see family. Everyone cross your fingers that my work lets me have the Saturday before Easter off!!! <br />
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Thanks for reading. I've got to pretend to write a paper now.Christenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10526784200636472968noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8487501067002659419.post-71479343401538893422011-02-15T13:36:00.000-07:002011-02-15T13:36:48.814-07:00My New Challenge<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">So I have been neglecting my clothes for a long time now. Not all of them, just the ones that are in the back of my closet. We have one of those awful closets with the sliding doors so you can only see half of your closet at a time. It really is awful. Especially cause I have to share with Anthony and the side that his clothes is on is the one that has the easiest access and is open most of the time, so that means that 3/4 of my clothes are at the back and are never seen. So I forget about them. So I usually wear what is at the front so I rotate between the clothes that are at the front and I organize in color so I wear black and white A LOT.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ1FFxL1-yx9QmVICDzWyylruidbF0i32fvtgQCF07kpq93f6geqHpLjOdxlOeHcZjgZveDMRSKKOUBkwrFfAdj455QSUNlJoa8ASvN8wNbhCkz9VWW4UJeQnGoJH0sXNjcU1lmtOnZ8o/s1600/closet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ1FFxL1-yx9QmVICDzWyylruidbF0i32fvtgQCF07kpq93f6geqHpLjOdxlOeHcZjgZveDMRSKKOUBkwrFfAdj455QSUNlJoa8ASvN8wNbhCkz9VWW4UJeQnGoJH0sXNjcU1lmtOnZ8o/s320/closet.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is a picture of our closet.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Anthony has hardly anyroom</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Does that make sense at all? So I decided that I am going to wear everything in my closet before I repeat anything. I was going to count all my clothes, but that seems like a waist of time. So I am just going to keep going until there is nothing left for me to wear. I am going to document with my camera so I will remember what I have already worn. The only exception is special events and my vacation to Disneyland coming up in a couple of weeks. Also it is mostly pertaining to shirts/skirts/dresses. I only have a few pair of pants, and with my work dresscode I have to wear dresspants 5 times a week and I don't have a lot of those. Understand? So let the adventure begin.</div>Christenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10526784200636472968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8487501067002659419.post-2393294480092570292011-01-17T17:16:00.000-07:002011-01-17T17:16:33.872-07:00Just an Update!I haven't posted for awhile because I have been so busy. Every spare minute seems to be already taken. I literally have to pencil in my whole life, at least on the week days, otherwise I don't get my homework done in time and have no time for anything else.<br />
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I started school a couple of weeks. I am taking 11 credits because 12 credits was too expensive.<br />
I am taking:<br />
Academic Writing for English Majors T & Th <br />
Math 1010 (AGAIN) MWF<br />
Contemporary Approaches to Literature M & W<br />
English Scholarly Forum WIGATI (Whenever I get around to it)<br />
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I go to school at 7:30 in the morning and then I got to work til 5 and then I go back to school til 7. It makes for a really really long day, and not much time to do homework, hang out with friends or SLEEP!<br />
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But just in case you haven't heard I have exciting news:<br />
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Anthony got transferred to the DAY SHIFT<br />
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That means that he works 7:00-3:30 which also means that we actually get to have dinner together every night. I wonder what that is like? He suprised me with the news on Friday. He didn't even tell me that he asked to be transferred. I am so excited and he is just really tired. :] But we will get into the swing of things soon enough.<br />
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My house is messy. I hardly have time to do laundry so it just sits in clean piles. AGH. I swore I wouldn't do this to myself, but here I am. Anthony is a great help, but I am OCD about how the towels are folded so I do it. Also he forgets to take the lint off that thing and he thinks "its no big deal." Its totally a big deal to me so I just do it.<br />
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Anyways,<br />
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Thats our life.<br />
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Its as boring as ever, but we love it.Christenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10526784200636472968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8487501067002659419.post-72567230771555511352011-01-03T22:22:00.000-07:002011-01-03T22:22:04.832-07:00In Hopes of Making 2011 Better!I have mentioned before that I am a list maker. I like to have goals, but they have to be readily available for me to see them or I will forget them. So I make resolutions every year, but they seem to fall by the wayside before January is even over, but this year is going to be different! <br />
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I'm going to take better care of ME this year [and hopefully that means Anthony will follow in my footsteps]<br />
I'm going to eat better [not going on a diet].<br />
I'm going to get in shape. <br />
I'm going to sleep more.<br />
I'm going to organize my life more.<br />
I'm going to save money.<br />
I'm going to go to church more.<br />
I'm going to love myself more.<br />
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I have thought a lot about this and I feel that it will benefit me a lot. I live a very stressful life, but its mostly my fault because I take too much on. I agree to do things for people when I know very well I don't have time. This year is going to be about ME [and Anthony] because who knows what 2012 will bring. We know 2011 wont bring a baby but maybe next year might so I gotta figure myself out before I start bringing someone else into this life.<br />
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Yep, thats a long list. It's going to start tonight. With yoga. Mmmm.Christenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10526784200636472968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8487501067002659419.post-45916822541614301742011-01-02T15:00:00.000-07:002011-01-02T15:00:43.410-07:00Ooops.Anthony gets his hair cut about every four months. He gets it cut really short and then lets it grow out. I personally like it a little longer because I like it when you can see its curl. Well we decided that we should just buy a hair cutting kit and I would start cutting Anthony's hair. I am not pretending at all that I know the slightest in cutting hair, but Anthony's seemed easy enough because he gets the same length all over. So I went about cutting his hair and it was fine until I got to trimming the back. I was laughing so hard because I kept going further and further in and the sides weren't even. Anthony wasn't mad he was laughing as hard as I was. When we couldn't get the sides even Anthony decided he just wanted to go short. I took one swipe down the middle of his head and said OOPS. It was soooo short. I started laughing and so did he. So here are the results.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Before:</div><div style="text-align: center;">This was taken last night</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The rest of Anthony's hair.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Gross.</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Here is us on Christmas:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We decided to spend a little money on each other this year. Last year we were on a tight budget with the wedding and Anthony starting a new job. Since this may be the only Christmas we will ever be able to spoil each other we decided to take advantage of that. Anthony sure did spoil me. I was really suprised because I didn't think I would be getting the Kindle. Everything aside from the boots was picked out by Anthony.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I am hoping that this Christmas is the last Christmas I will spend in retail. This is my fourth year and I just don't know if I can do it again. It was really stressful especially with finals being around the same time. I didn't finish decorating. I didn't finish my wreath. In fact I still have the fall one on my door. It doesn't really matter though because the decorations aren't what Christmas is about anyways. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Now I just have to prepare for next semester!</div>Christenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10526784200636472968noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8487501067002659419.post-77709318241171830992010-12-21T23:35:00.000-07:002010-12-21T23:44:33.421-07:00Somethings You Should Know About Me:You may want to know these things before you become my [best]friend:<br />
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<div align="center">I love candy. </div><div align="center">I could basically just eat candy all day and be fine.</div><div align="center">I love me some sour candy especially. </div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I am weird.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Really I am totally weird.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">One time the person pictured below and I walked around Macey's pretending to speak Chinese to eachother and then we sat in the car for a half an hour afterwords doing the same thing whilst eating a whole box of german chocolate little debbies and about half a bag of frooties. (She also loves candy) </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">I am a picky eater.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">So if I don't eat your food please don't take it personally.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">I remember having to sit at the table and having to eat all my peas before I could get down. I would sit there FOREVER, until I realized I could swallow peas whole with a glass of milk and never have to taste the darn things.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I am kind of messy.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Not totally discusting messy where you would be uncomfortable in my home.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I have the mindset to make the mess and then clean it up later instead of while I go.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">There is also glitter, modge podge, hot glue, etc. everywhere during whatever project I am doing.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is when I was organizing my craftroom.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div align="center">I like Harry Potter.</div><div align="center">And I know a lot of stuff about it.</div><div align="center">(Us at the premier of Harry Potter & The Dealth Hollows)</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I love Anthony.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Our time together is very precious so I probably will pick spending time with him over you.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">(Is that a little harsh?)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div align="center">I say what I am thinking.</div><div align="center">When I am upset I will tell you.</div><div align="center">And then I will walk away and take a chill pill and be better again.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">I am definitely stubborn.</div><div align="center">I like to be right.</div><div align="center">And I like it to be perfect.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">I am a needy friend.</div><div align="center">Since Anthony and I don't get a lot of time together I rely heavily on my friends.</div><div align="center">I am a good friend</div><div align="center">and if you aren't a good friend it will hurt my feelings really bad.</div><div align="center">Because I'm sensitive.</div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Christenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10526784200636472968noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8487501067002659419.post-5557659344205008832010-12-20T23:19:00.000-07:002010-12-20T23:19:45.144-07:00It's Finally Starting to Look Like Christmas<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I have been super busy with work and finals so I haven't had much time to devote to Christmas decorating. Which is really sad for me and happy for Anthony. Although I am working all this week (including Christmas Eve. Tear) I am making time to clean the house up for a fun Christmas Eve-Day with the hubby and family. This is what I have done so far. Which isn't a lot.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">The banner I made myself my sewing paper penants together...</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Framed Christmas paper totally cheap way to add something...</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Put the rest of our Christmas ornaments in a glass vase...</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Sequin tree from Tai Pan and wishing I bought more...</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">The EDENFIELD picture. Bright and colorful. Had other plans to fill the space, but it probably wont get done the way things are looking.</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">And now you're wondering where the heck a picture of the tree is? Oh and what about those stockings? Well I took a picture and realized that no amount of editing will make that look good. So that will be next time. My wreath...haha. Maybe I'll get it done in time to use it. Maybe not. </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">Anyways have you heard of the offer from CanvasPeople? Well they are giving one free 8x10" canvas! Heck ya! I am all over that. It was only $9.99 to upgrade to a 11x14" but with a $17.95 price tag I just couldn't bring myself to do it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It took me forever to choose what picture I wanted. Because they are canvases and are wrapped around the edges you loose some of your picture so it took me FOREVER to find one that didn't cut a lot out and one that I liked. I finally picked one. Really if there is someone behind the screen or at CanvasPeople having to deal with me I am so so sorry. I am even doubting my selection now... Gah. I hate this. Seriously I am still choosing my photo right now. I settled on one thinking it was a for sure thing and it wasn't.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So just a few tips if you are ordering a small canvas:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Pick one where everything you want in the picture is right in the center. The end.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
You can go <a href="http://www.canvaspeople.com/special-offer?utm_source=HO_CP&utm_medium=Affil&utm_campaign=1171">HERE</a> to get your free canvas.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">I ordered an 8x10 and with shipping had to pay 14.95.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">That still seems like a lot, but canvases are expensive. I think for an 8x10 it would have been $49.99!</div>Christenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10526784200636472968noreply@blogger.com0