We Love Change

This should be a wild week for us. I have surgery on the 4th (outpatient, not a huge deal, but surgery is never fun), We are moving to a different apartment within our complex on the 7th, the Great Dane we are fostering will arrive from Nebraska on the 7th, I just started training for my clinical practicum, and school is about to start up again. Oh, and my lovely mother-in-law is visiting from Pittsburgh for my nephews birthday. I guess that is our pattern. Crazy burst of change and busyness, followed by relative calm and manageable stress. Drives our family crazy, but we love change.

A couple months after we moved in to our current apartment, we looked at each other and asked "where to next?" We loved our apartment, his job was going well, I was gearing up for school, and we were so happy to be near our family again, yet we already felt restless. We are always on Zillow and Trulia, always thinking of how life would be in a different city, and one of us is always thinking about a doctoral program or a big job transition. We both love change. Perhaps that is why we fit so well together. We have moved every year together except one, and lived in a record four homes one spring/summer. We are becoming less afraid to throw things out or donate them, knowing that we rarely miss our things once they are gone.

Someday, we might settle down. Someday we might hate moving enough to stay put. Or Maybe someday, we will care so little for our belongings, that we will choose to live out of our suitcases, on a boat, in an RV, or in a tiny little studio with a month to month lease.

So this week as the chaos starts brewing, we are finally ready to embrace our vagabond status. I will share with you our super secret moving ritual:

Step 1: Purge. No really, purge. If you wonder if you really need something, the answer is no. Give it away, burn it, toss it, whatever.

Step 2: Meticulously pack, label, and store your belongings, while telling yourself that this move will be different. You will break about 10% of your glassware, It will take you a year to find a few items, and in the end, your organizational system will be thrown out, along with that lovely china you were saving for a special occasion. It's cool. In the first few days, go ahead and indulge your OCD, knowing full well that the night before the move will be a panic.

Step 3: Post half your belongings on craigslist. Especially furniture. I am far to lazy to move any of the big stuff unless I really have to.

Step 4: Stock up on your favorite treats. All that moving works up an appetite, and somehow dowing that bag of starbursts, case of Pepsi Throwback, or box of oreos will make you less cranky. Just do it.

Step 5: Do not pack the TV until the day of! Have your favorite funny movies on while you pack and clean. Pull out the movies that you know by heart and that always make you laugh. For us, it is The Wedding Singer, Zoolander, Arrested Development, and anything with Tina Fey or Will Farrel. While you are at it, keep the ipod dock and your laptops. You gotta stay sane.

Step 6: Bribe your friends and family. No really. They will come because they love you, but if you are a frequent mover, just pay up and get the good pizza!

Step 7: Vow to never move again.

Step 8: A week or two post move, begin planning the next move. 

Step 9: Repeat steps 1-8 every 6-12 months.

If you follow these 9 easy steps, you will be well on your way to becoming that crazy vagabond that people just wish would finally settle down. You're welcome!

For your watching pleasure, Here is Johnny Lingo, the 1960's Mormon classic I finally made my husband watch with me last week. Mahana you ugly!

If you are dying to help us move, let me know. We will have good pizza. I promise :)

Bow Three Times

For the last couple of hours I have been soaking up the words of admired family therapist Virginia Satir. I have always thought of her as a wise grandmother, a woman who could see right through you and know how best to love and support you no matter where you come from. Seriously, you have to see her in action (thank you youtube!), with her tall, plump stature, vibrant dresses with big earrings, and her large round specticals. Her round voice and soft hands envelop her clients as if they are dear children, because in her mind, we are all unique and beautiful beings. Finishing the last of my videos for the day, she repeated a piece of advise she gave her clients that she felt would create a more peaceful world if embraced by all.

"Each morning, bow three times in front of the 
mirror. Tell yourself that the world is a better place 
because you are here."

I can't help but believe her when she says that we would all exist and love in more peaceful way if we could learn to love and appreciate ourselves and the influence we have on the world. Would it be like Jimmy Stewart at the end of It's a Wonderful Life, when he leaves the bridge he wanted to end his life on, only to find all of those he loved in the home he thought he would never see again?

Christopher and I always seem to be in the midst of transition. The world around us has felt especially chaotic of late, as I transition from dreams of motherhood to questions about my motives and fears about launching a career that will likely be a much bigger part of my life than I ever thought it would be. If I took dear Virginia's advise, would I behave differently? Would I focus more on who I am and who I want to be, rather than what I do, and what I want to do? Can I somehow channel the spirit of Virginia Satir, and the love she would have for me (sounds crazy, but I just know she would love me), and allow her to guide me to love myself more? Do I have the faith in myself to bow three times?

A little vision

Numb. The sting of awful news had subsided, leaving me numb, cold, and tired. My sweetheart would do his best to bring up all the medical and family drama, only to hear an icy and superficial muttering. After days curled up on the couch or in bed, I began shaking off the pain of the pills taken, and the pain caused by the disease they treated. As I  started getting my energy back, I was grateful for a weekend with my husband at home.

The night of our first date, almost six years ago, we spend 4 or 5 hours walking around Salt Lake City, just talking and enjoying the company of a new friend. Talking is what we have always been so natural at with each other, once we stopped trying to play it cool. For me, this last weekend felt so much like that first date. It was just what I needed to reconnect with my love, and to remember our family of two.

Friday night, we walked around downtown together and bought a couple cokes. Saturday we did grocery shopping with Hayley and Weston's son in tow, and then stayed up all night just talking. Sunday we slept in until noon, and spent the evening making a vision board. Since we are both such planners, it was really nice getting so many of our goals down in one place. There is so much we want to accomplish, and so many places we want to go. Babies will happen somehow, sometime, either biologically or not. Kids are just one part of the picture, and I have lots of them in my life now!

It is still difficult to be positive right now, but I am no longer numb to it, and I am so grateful for the family I have.

Chocolate, 30 Rock, and a few tears

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“Go to her” my sweet husband prompted. After making me dinner, he had one more trick up his sleeve. The best medicine I could ask for right now is my dear friend/soul mate Liz Lemon on my favorite show "30 Rock." We have kept ourselves busy enough to avoid thinking about it for most of the night, but neither of us is ready to mourn that loss yet. Liz is the key. At least for tonight. 

After 3 weeks of pain and doctors visits, I was told today that for the second time in the past year I have another infection that will likely prevent me from having children. I am not writing this to gain sympathy or get all TMI on the world. I just want to say it once, and be done with it.  It is really hard to keep telling the same sad story with a stone face and an uncomfortable joke (Insert uncomfortable reference to my inability to keep a plant alive here). I will have to tell hundreds of people over the next few decades that I don’t have kids, and may never. If I can skip a few rounds of that, I will be a happy girl.

There are so many women in my life who are in a similar situation, so I’d also like to share some tips on being sensitive to women with reproductive issues (I am ever the therapist).

• Don’t say “it will happen someday” or “the lord will bless you.” It may never happen, and he may never bless you in that way.

•   Don’t start every first conversation with “How long have you been married? Do you have children? Why not?” I am cool with friends asking my “why not?” but DUDE! Buy me dinner first!

•   Don’t be offended when we just can’t see another baby photo or don’t respond to your cheerful text message announcing you are pregnant.
• Don’t stop sharing your life with your friends and family because you are worried about hurting our un-mommy feelings. We may feel pangs of jealousy and curse you for getting pregnant by surprise, exactly when you wanted to, or simply before us. It will pass, and we will be genuinely happy for you when we are ready to.
•  Don’t say you’re sorry for us, and try not to bring it up. We need love and friendship, not pity and reminders that life is hard.

My life is full, and blessed. It will take time, but Christopher and I will be ok. We are already planning the next trip, and browsing dog rescues. I will be hanging out with my pal Liz Lemon, eating plenty of chocolate, and disengaging from social media until I can handle the baby-filled world we live in. I am so glad my husband gets me so completely.

            

 P.S. Christopher promises he will "END YOU" if you bring up babies. Watch your backs suckas!

Kisses

Christopher and I are snugly. And rather mushy.

The past few months, I have noticed that Christopher frequently gives me kisses when I turn over in the night (which happens all night long). The other night, Christopher gave me kisses and told me he loved me when I turned over. The next morning, he told me he slept like a rock. During lunch, it hit me that he wasn't awake when he gave me kisses at night. Instead of sweetly kissing me when I woke him up with my nightly tossing and turning, he kisses me without even having to think about it!He has no recollection of all the kisses he has given me. I love that man!

Happy Five Years!

Happy five year anniversary!

We met in September of 2007 through our friends Hayley and Wes in Salt Lake City. Christopher worked with Hayley, and Wes and I dated briefly before becoming friends. By the end of the evening, Christopher and I were hooked. We went out the very next night, and were married the next June.

Over the last five years, Christopher and I have shared so much.

  2.5 degrees earned (a MA for Christopher, an BS & 1/2 of a MA for Amanda)

7 apartments in 2 states

8 Cell phones

3 Subaru's driven until they begged for mercy

Countless jobs

9 operations (6 were for Christopher!)

and many, many, chocolate bars...

I can honestly say we have been in love every day of it. Almost nothing in our life together has remained constant, except that love. We have learned so much together. Most of all, we have learned that our love is worth everything. It is worth every dollar, every fight, every sacrifice, and every ounce of pride you have.

The five biggest things I have learned from our marriage so far are:

1. Fighting is good and healthy.
When we were first married, fighting was very scary. By now, we can laugh and joke during a big fight, or even pause to sleep or host guests. We can fight without ever calling names, swearing, or raising our voices. We fight at least monthly, and sometimes daily. Neither of us love fighting, but it isn't scary anymore.

2. You can never have to many nicknames.
 Christopher gives me a new nickname nearly every day. Some catch on, like aPanda; while others I never want to hear again, like Pandy-boo-boo. Most are super silly, and some get oddly competitive. While to others this may look like a nauseating little game, to us it is just another way of saying "I love you" and "you are mine."

 

3. Intimacy is so much more then they make it out to be on TV.
On TV, intimacy is sex. They are essentially interchangeable. In reality, many of our most intimate moments happen before, after, or without sex. Holding hands while waiting for the anesthesiologist to put you to sleep before they remove your appendix, comforting your partner after hearing that their dad is in the hospital, or holding your love tightly in the morning because that is exactly where you want to be, are some of the most intimate moments I have ever been a part of. Sex is fun, romantic, intimate, and sexy; but intimacy can exist completely without sex.

4. Being married to your equal is hard, but so worth it.
Christopher and I often say that we have the same brain. That is awesome when we have the same taste in movies and restaurants, but frustrating when we out-stubborn each other in an argument. We can drive one another crazy, but we haven't killed anybody yet. At the end of the day, he is the man I want to come home to, and he is the one I want to share the good and the bad with. I'd rather fight with him than anyone else!

5. It's us against the world.
Many people, from relatives to random sales people have tried to pit us against each other for lots of stupid reasons. In a loving marriage, spouses stick together. When people say negative junk about me, Christopher shuts it down. Likewise, I won't stand for that crap. I always know he has my back, and I have his. 

I love my Christopher, and can't wait to share the rest of my life (and then some) with my best friend.

Bejos,

Amanda

In needle in a foot

Last week I had a really bad cough and a pain in my foot, so I went into Urgent care for cough syrup and an x-ray. As I was walking back from my x-ray, the tech asked me if I had ever hurt my foot, or had surgery, because I had a wire or something in my foot! Turns out, I must have stepped on a needle as a kid, and it found a cozy spot in my foot and decided to stay.

I get to wear a cool surgical boot while I heal, but the needle is here to stay.