It's been a CRAAAAZY last couple weeks. First of all, my baby sister got married on Friday!!! Then we had the reception on Saturday. It turned out stunning and gorgeous and precious all at the same time. She looked so gorgeous, I WILL be posting some pics as soon as I dump my memory card. (That's why sometimes I don't put pics with my posts, just in case you wondered.) She and Nick are so dangin cute!!!
James, my sweet and spontaneous hubby, came home the other day with a guitar! Apparently he is going to re-learn and develop some strummin skills. He has always played, but we relied on our parents' guitars so he didn't get to play as much as he would like. So, you know, get the man a guitar...why not today!?!?!? It was a little shocking but I am loving hearing him play and sing like he used to. :)
Jaxon and I went to Costco for the first time in a LONG time yesterday. We figured we would just pick up a few things then go to the regular grocery store. Close to $400.00 dollars later!!! OH MY GOOD HELL!!!! Honestly. I mean I didn't even get any I-pods or tvs. Canned corn, frozen egg rolls and some fruit stretch yummies. That's pretty much all we have to show for it. Oh yeah, and a couple year supply of James Mach Three Turbo shaver replacements. But $400.00?!?!?! Geese. I swear that place is like "All-a-Dollar" except "All-Ten-Dollars." I have to say it feels really good to have some food for the next five years, but wow. You would think I could have snuck something exciting in there, like a rotisserie chicken or something. Needless to say we definitely didn't make a trip to a "normal" grocery store, we figured Jaxon probably needed to ride in his carseat...after all it was hard enough to clear a two-foot-square space in the backseat.
Showing posts with label Jamous. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jamous. Show all posts
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Hubby Tag
What is his name: James Lorin Jex
How long have you been married: 5 years
How old is he? 28
Who eats more? James, unless we are eating chips, mmm.
Who said I love you first? James did. Except the exact words went something like, "I love your trash."
Who is taller? James, even though I think I am as tall as him sometimes.
Who sings better? I definitely sing more, he does have a killer rendition of "Sunshine on My Shoulder Makes Me Happpeeeeee!"
Who is smarter? That's hard...In terms of politics, current affairs, history, The Gospel, geography, lots of those types of things, James is hands down, BUT english, spelling, writing, grammer, GPA, I am.
Whose temper is worse? I think we are pretty even. We are pretty laid back, but can both get pretty "passionate" when it's time for that too.
Who does the laundry? Both of us...I have to say he has never made me feel like the house cleaning etc is "my job" he definitely contributes--it's a team effort, thank heavens!!!
Who does the dishes? I can honestly say I think James does more than I do...I guess you could say if the dishes are in the sink, and the counter is wiped off and clear, I feel like it's "clean" so he usually does them.
Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? looking at the bed, I do.
Who cooks dinner? What's that? Oh, Cafe Rio usually.
Who drives? James always. I can count on one hand the times I have driven, when we're together.
Who is more stubborn? That's me, for sure.
Who is the first to admit when they are wrong? Lately, James...I have been VERY impressed:)
Whose parents do you see the most? Probably mine, but we see both quite a bit. We actually truly enjoy spending time with our fams!!! We are blessed.
Who has more friends? I actually collect best friends so I would have to say me. James has his group from high school and they pretty much stick together.
Who has more siblings? James...He is right in the middle of 8.
Who wears the pants in the family? You know, I think I am in one leg and James is in the other. (it's a pretty hilarious sight)I have really tried to be sensitive of his easy going personality and tried not to dominate...Cause we all know I can be farely "bold," to understate things.
I love my Jamous. I feel pretty blessed to be on this adventure with him. We have had our share of hard times, but I am grateful that our struggles have brought us closer, and at the end of the day, I just die for a good snuggle. I mean really, I have learned to love Glen Beck and softened up to talk radio (it drives me a little crazy) and he can appreciate turning on "Home Alone" for the gazillionth time just because it feels good. What more can you ask for?
I tag: Mel, Elise, Wendy, Steph, Hill, Suzy, Marie, Shanna, Kiner.
How long have you been married: 5 years
How old is he? 28
Who eats more? James, unless we are eating chips, mmm.
Who said I love you first? James did. Except the exact words went something like, "I love your trash."
Who is taller? James, even though I think I am as tall as him sometimes.
Who sings better? I definitely sing more, he does have a killer rendition of "Sunshine on My Shoulder Makes Me Happpeeeeee!"
Who is smarter? That's hard...In terms of politics, current affairs, history, The Gospel, geography, lots of those types of things, James is hands down, BUT english, spelling, writing, grammer, GPA, I am.
Whose temper is worse? I think we are pretty even. We are pretty laid back, but can both get pretty "passionate" when it's time for that too.
Who does the laundry? Both of us...I have to say he has never made me feel like the house cleaning etc is "my job" he definitely contributes--it's a team effort, thank heavens!!!
Who does the dishes? I can honestly say I think James does more than I do...I guess you could say if the dishes are in the sink, and the counter is wiped off and clear, I feel like it's "clean" so he usually does them.
Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? looking at the bed, I do.
Who cooks dinner? What's that? Oh, Cafe Rio usually.
Who drives? James always. I can count on one hand the times I have driven, when we're together.
Who is more stubborn? That's me, for sure.
Who is the first to admit when they are wrong? Lately, James...I have been VERY impressed:)
Whose parents do you see the most? Probably mine, but we see both quite a bit. We actually truly enjoy spending time with our fams!!! We are blessed.
Who has more friends? I actually collect best friends so I would have to say me. James has his group from high school and they pretty much stick together.
Who has more siblings? James...He is right in the middle of 8.
Who wears the pants in the family? You know, I think I am in one leg and James is in the other. (it's a pretty hilarious sight)I have really tried to be sensitive of his easy going personality and tried not to dominate...Cause we all know I can be farely "bold," to understate things.
I love my Jamous. I feel pretty blessed to be on this adventure with him. We have had our share of hard times, but I am grateful that our struggles have brought us closer, and at the end of the day, I just die for a good snuggle. I mean really, I have learned to love Glen Beck and softened up to talk radio (it drives me a little crazy) and he can appreciate turning on "Home Alone" for the gazillionth time just because it feels good. What more can you ask for?
I tag: Mel, Elise, Wendy, Steph, Hill, Suzy, Marie, Shanna, Kiner.
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
Grateful Girl (read bold part if its too long for you)
I am soo grateful for my Hunny, James. To be really honest, when I read so many people talking about how their husband is just perfect and life is perfect and their kids are perfect, blah blah blah (sorry) I get a little gagging sensation and a nauseous feeling!! I told you I was being honest. I think because I adore people who are real. Genuine. Comfortable realizing that life in fact isn't always "perfect."
Don't get me wrong, I strongly, STRONGLY believe that our way of thinking, talking, interacting truly can "attract" more tragedy or more fulfillment into our lives---but the reality is, we are learning. Therefore, we can't possibly think 100% positive all the time and have nothing but rosy days all our lives through. I believe it's how we handle ourselves amidst heart-break that can dictate what we get more of. I thoroughly enjoy reading about, learning about, and associating with people who accentuate the positive and build on it, but are confident enough about themselves to realize that perhaps everyone in this world is learning and has down right crappy days sometimes!!! And can recognize it and learn from it.
It is so powerful to talk to someone who is gracious & humble enough to share how they have grown in life. Maybe come from a certain paradigm and over time & through some learning experiences has adapted & learned to appreciate and even embrace a different vantage point. Make sense???? I love hearing about happy endings that involve growth, tears, stretching, learning, humility, commitment, compromise, hard work, faith, REAL CHARACTER etc to reach a higher, more fulfilling place in life and spirit. Where at the beginning of a challenge, it might be overwhelming to even fathom facing such trials (adventures as we like to call them) but at the end of the day feel gratitude for the transcending place they have found.
So with that being said, I could name so many people closest to me who have been such in-credible examples of this to me. SO MANY. People who have truly faced devastation and chosen to create joy and to be a beacon of light for the rest of us to watch in aw. Each of you can pretty much think of our interaction and squeeze yourself for me, because I have pulled something from it and it's a blessing to me. I too hope to be one of those who is willing to share some life lessons and always express gratitude for the priceless paradigm shifts I experience. I would love to lift even one person's spirit in the process.
Now back to my first seemingly irrelevant sentence. Today I had chaos in my head, and unfamiliar "uncertainties" bouncing in my brain. My sweet husband truly is becoming more everyday my best friend and knows how to calm the mind of this crazy ocd girl. After reading my rant above you know I am for real! It feels so good when the words that come from me are 100% authentic. I love my sweetheart.
Don't get me wrong, I strongly, STRONGLY believe that our way of thinking, talking, interacting truly can "attract" more tragedy or more fulfillment into our lives---but the reality is, we are learning. Therefore, we can't possibly think 100% positive all the time and have nothing but rosy days all our lives through. I believe it's how we handle ourselves amidst heart-break that can dictate what we get more of. I thoroughly enjoy reading about, learning about, and associating with people who accentuate the positive and build on it, but are confident enough about themselves to realize that perhaps everyone in this world is learning and has down right crappy days sometimes!!! And can recognize it and learn from it.
It is so powerful to talk to someone who is gracious & humble enough to share how they have grown in life. Maybe come from a certain paradigm and over time & through some learning experiences has adapted & learned to appreciate and even embrace a different vantage point. Make sense???? I love hearing about happy endings that involve growth, tears, stretching, learning, humility, commitment, compromise, hard work, faith, REAL CHARACTER etc to reach a higher, more fulfilling place in life and spirit. Where at the beginning of a challenge, it might be overwhelming to even fathom facing such trials (adventures as we like to call them) but at the end of the day feel gratitude for the transcending place they have found.
So with that being said, I could name so many people closest to me who have been such in-credible examples of this to me. SO MANY. People who have truly faced devastation and chosen to create joy and to be a beacon of light for the rest of us to watch in aw. Each of you can pretty much think of our interaction and squeeze yourself for me, because I have pulled something from it and it's a blessing to me. I too hope to be one of those who is willing to share some life lessons and always express gratitude for the priceless paradigm shifts I experience. I would love to lift even one person's spirit in the process.
Now back to my first seemingly irrelevant sentence. Today I had chaos in my head, and unfamiliar "uncertainties" bouncing in my brain. My sweet husband truly is becoming more everyday my best friend and knows how to calm the mind of this crazy ocd girl. After reading my rant above you know I am for real! It feels so good when the words that come from me are 100% authentic. I love my sweetheart.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Yoga
Lately James and I have been doing Yoga every night...James is determined to get really flexible. When he was in high school at parties his friends would gather around and ask him to try to sit indian style. Apparently he was so un-flexible that it was a hilarious sight!!! Not anymore!!! He would gladly show off his moves these days, funny boy, I love it. :)
Monday, March 17, 2008
"We're buddies!"
So we have had this tradition since I can remember...We put our faces really close together and say, "WEEEEEEEE'RE BUUUUUUUUDIES!" My mom says my brother Andy came up with the idea when he was tiny. Jaxon loves to do this. Last night we were all just chillin, cleaning, laundry etc. Jax was watching "Wiw (little) chef" (Ratatouille). He started screaming, "Mommy, Daddy, Mommy, Daddy come snuggow (snuggle). So James and I came over and he situated us right where he wanted us...spooning with him right on top of us!!! He loves when we are all together. He especially loves having both of our full attention and the same time. I love that he wants us!!! I pray that never changes...
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Epiphane @ Subway
So yesterday I was feeling so great!! Just coming home from an extremely successful meeting in Provo but feeling starving ( it was three and I hadn't eaten for the day yet, duh). The problem was, NOTHING sounded good. They had tons of pizza, pop, chips and salsa at the meeting, but that sounded repulsive to me, ah! Not even my fire-grilled steak-Cafe Rio salad with extra sauce sounded good. Then, a few minutes later, I saw it. Subway stood gleaming in the sunshine. OH yes!! Perfect!! I got my regular sandwich and got back in my car. This beautiful scrumptious sandwich was honestly a little slice a heaven. I was totally engulfed in the texture, smell, warmth, and combination of wonderful flavors all coming together to create this masterpiece. If you've ever seen Ratatouille, you can picture me and Remi eating together while fireworks crackled above our heads...if you haven't seen it, you need to. I think the only word that just might catch my passion for this sandwich would have to be purely 100% orgasmic! Sorry!!!
Here's the epiphane...If the Subway worker would have asked me three years ago, "What would you like on your sandwich?" here's what I would say, "White bread, turkey, no cheese, lettuce, PICKLES like you can't believe how many pickles are on it. Keep going. Even more. Okay I guess that's good. Mayo. TONS of mustard. That pretty much does it." Wow. Ever since I can remember I have liked "pickle sandwiches with a little meat." I rarely felt satisfied with the amount of pickles I was given. One time, however, I got what I wanted on a big mac at Burger King. We took pictures--it was that momentous! Yesterday when the cute burnett asked me, "What sandwich can I make for you?" Here was my response, "Wheat bread. Turkey and ham. Pepper jack cheese. Toasted. Little lettuce. Tomatoes with lots of salt and pepper right on them. Banana peppers. Spinach. Oil and vinegar. That looks wonderful!!! Oh baby!" ( I really said that to her, ha ha:) So I began thinking...What has changed my mind? NOT ONE PICKLE OR DROP OF MUSTARD?!?!? What is responsible for this?
And here is the epiphane, really this time... I got married 5 years ago to a very sweet man. James Jex. One trait I love and admire in him is his complete acceptance of me- all my quirks, faults, OCD isms, craziness still his quiet strength and confidence and love for me is all I ever hear and feel from him. He never picks me apart or criticizes me or even questions my ways. (although he probably should) Over the years while eating food together, I would non-assumingly as part of a casual conversation ask questions once in a while, like, "OOOh don't you love your sandwich. MMM! Mine is SO good, you wannna taste it?" So he would politely say after taking a bite, "Yeah thats good." I asked,"You like all the pickles?" He would respond after being pressed for a real answer, "Well yeah, but I like tasting a lot of flavors not just one on a sandwich." Hm. What a concept. I had never considered that.
So gradually I would add a couple different veggies or meats on our visits to Subway to test out his gentle suggestion. And over time I found a whole new world and I found what I religiously ordered without fail was actually not as tastey as my new creations. I know this might a bit over stated and you might be asking yourself, "What's the big deal??? Why did crazy Christy spend all this time and write a NOVEL about a sandwich?"
Really my purpose is to recognize this as a symbol for a whole plethera of aspects of my life that have been enriched and magnified by being married to this wonderful guy. And also to notice and celebrate the joy of gradual improvements that bring so much light, joy, epiphanes, and good energy the soul! Not only have I found a whole new world of food, but gradually my stubborn mindset has been pried open and I have discovered there is a lot to learn and appreciate in this world!!! Not just in my way, but there are countless perspectives and endless possibilities in this massive world!! Which now reveals my passionate intrigue with people in general. Once James' influence helped me see that there is another vantage point besides my own that sometimes feels better than my original perspective, I can't get enough discovering new people, perspectives, cultures, etc...I feel SO liberated! Even still, I will be the first to admit that we have had our share of hard times. In marriage, life, parenting, death, all of the struggles we can encounter in this world. But gratefully I declare today that I feel I have lived in the palm of my Heavenly Father's had through it all and I continue to do so. I really haven't ever loved James as much as I do today. We have learned so much from each other and from the truly seemingly overewhelming challenges we have faced together. I used to resent our differences and try to force change in issues that are impossible to change in a person.
Now I try to embrace and appreciate our differences and have experienced a blossoming in our relationship that is truly UNBELIEVABLE!!!! I love my sweetheart and honestly can say I enjoy a friendship with him that feeds my soul. Alelujah! Not something that came without some effort, but so rewarding after a few years of "adjusting" :) I look SO forward to our years to come. My best buddy! I can't wait to see what else I learn from a seemingly insignificant occurance. And to think, all of this sprung from a Subway sandwich that hit the spot.
Here's the epiphane...If the Subway worker would have asked me three years ago, "What would you like on your sandwich?" here's what I would say, "White bread, turkey, no cheese, lettuce, PICKLES like you can't believe how many pickles are on it. Keep going. Even more. Okay I guess that's good. Mayo. TONS of mustard. That pretty much does it." Wow. Ever since I can remember I have liked "pickle sandwiches with a little meat." I rarely felt satisfied with the amount of pickles I was given. One time, however, I got what I wanted on a big mac at Burger King. We took pictures--it was that momentous! Yesterday when the cute burnett asked me, "What sandwich can I make for you?" Here was my response, "Wheat bread. Turkey and ham. Pepper jack cheese. Toasted. Little lettuce. Tomatoes with lots of salt and pepper right on them. Banana peppers. Spinach. Oil and vinegar. That looks wonderful!!! Oh baby!" ( I really said that to her, ha ha:) So I began thinking...What has changed my mind? NOT ONE PICKLE OR DROP OF MUSTARD?!?!? What is responsible for this?
And here is the epiphane, really this time... I got married 5 years ago to a very sweet man. James Jex. One trait I love and admire in him is his complete acceptance of me- all my quirks, faults, OCD isms, craziness still his quiet strength and confidence and love for me is all I ever hear and feel from him. He never picks me apart or criticizes me or even questions my ways. (although he probably should) Over the years while eating food together, I would non-assumingly as part of a casual conversation ask questions once in a while, like, "OOOh don't you love your sandwich. MMM! Mine is SO good, you wannna taste it?" So he would politely say after taking a bite, "Yeah thats good." I asked,"You like all the pickles?" He would respond after being pressed for a real answer, "Well yeah, but I like tasting a lot of flavors not just one on a sandwich." Hm. What a concept. I had never considered that.
So gradually I would add a couple different veggies or meats on our visits to Subway to test out his gentle suggestion. And over time I found a whole new world and I found what I religiously ordered without fail was actually not as tastey as my new creations. I know this might a bit over stated and you might be asking yourself, "What's the big deal??? Why did crazy Christy spend all this time and write a NOVEL about a sandwich?"
Really my purpose is to recognize this as a symbol for a whole plethera of aspects of my life that have been enriched and magnified by being married to this wonderful guy. And also to notice and celebrate the joy of gradual improvements that bring so much light, joy, epiphanes, and good energy the soul! Not only have I found a whole new world of food, but gradually my stubborn mindset has been pried open and I have discovered there is a lot to learn and appreciate in this world!!! Not just in my way, but there are countless perspectives and endless possibilities in this massive world!! Which now reveals my passionate intrigue with people in general. Once James' influence helped me see that there is another vantage point besides my own that sometimes feels better than my original perspective, I can't get enough discovering new people, perspectives, cultures, etc...I feel SO liberated! Even still, I will be the first to admit that we have had our share of hard times. In marriage, life, parenting, death, all of the struggles we can encounter in this world. But gratefully I declare today that I feel I have lived in the palm of my Heavenly Father's had through it all and I continue to do so. I really haven't ever loved James as much as I do today. We have learned so much from each other and from the truly seemingly overewhelming challenges we have faced together. I used to resent our differences and try to force change in issues that are impossible to change in a person.
Now I try to embrace and appreciate our differences and have experienced a blossoming in our relationship that is truly UNBELIEVABLE!!!! I love my sweetheart and honestly can say I enjoy a friendship with him that feeds my soul. Alelujah! Not something that came without some effort, but so rewarding after a few years of "adjusting" :) I look SO forward to our years to come. My best buddy! I can't wait to see what else I learn from a seemingly insignificant occurance. And to think, all of this sprung from a Subway sandwich that hit the spot.
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