Hacked.

Sunday, July 29, 2012

Hey babe. Just hacked into your blog. Just shot this today. Africa is amazing theres so much life and love here. I wish you could be here with me. They all love my top knot haha. I guess I look funny so they're extra smiley. Hope you like it...


Love you, love me.

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-Bronson

A Story About Boobs.

Saturday, July 28, 2012

Something I learned in New York that I am passing along to you: 
Travel with a make-up bag, change of clothes/shoes, and breast pump at all times.

Now, I was really prepared for this trip. Really-REALLY prepared. Like I packed more clothes than I did when we went to Europe for 17 days, type of prepared.

I had no idea what to expect so I brought a bit of everything from my closet....little did I know I would be wearing basically the same outfit for the entire trip.

How did I end up wearing the same thing for 4 days with no make-up, or hair brush, or toothpaste, you ask?

We hardly stayed in the same spot. We were out late and slept in different places, and there was never a plan set in stone. So, my make up and clothes were in one spot while I was in another ALL the time. 

You know what that means? A very important piece of equipment was also in a different spot than I was at all times....my handy dandy breast pump! (que Steve, from blue's clues)

This is a nursing mothers nightmare. 

The very first day I realized it was huge issue and bought a little hand held pump to carry in my purse. Whew...problem solved. Wrong. 

Wrong because on the second night out while dancing my booty off, the suction cup part of the pump broke off and fell out of my purse.

This means the third day I woke up on a blow up mattress in a part of town with no Babies R Us in sight, and no plans to go back to Brooklyn with rock hard, hurting boobs. 

I made the decision to brave it out and just see what happened. 

Fast forward 9 hours and we're all meeting up to go to a dinner at this amazing place....luckily there was a Sephora right near the restaurant and I could put some makeup on (thank you Jesus), and up until that point I was doing ok. Uncomfortable, but ok. 

We get into the restaurant and an hour or so into the meal I realize I'm so not fine. 

One boob is growing by the minute and the other seems to be shrinking. I'm freaking out and it hurts, so I whip out my phone and start googling.

I find this hand expressing technique and I'm so weirded out by it, but desperate, so I make my way down to the restroom.

I kneel over a toilet and start hand expressing and to my astonishment, it works! Instant relief!

So, there I am.
 Topless. 
Squeezing my boobs into the fanciest toilet I've ever seen in one of the nicest restaurants in  New York City.
Happy as a clam. 

Until I hear something....

A gasp?

Then small screams...

I turn around and a lady is half way into my stall with all her girlfriends behind her, with their hands covering their mouths.

I didn't lock the freaking bathroom stall.

They're all staring at me and I have milk flowing freely.
....I don't have words...I'm fumbling for something to say.....anything!

They're not moving-I'm not moving. We were all frozen in fear.

I'm pretty sure they didn't have a clue what I was doing, and they thought I was some pervert, so I finally mumble out.....

"buuutt, ummmmm......oh! I have a baby!"

I have a baby?!?!?!? DUH! How about "I'm so sorry, I'm a nursing mother and I don't have a pump. This is a last resort. Please don't think I'm some half naked, boob squeezing, creepy girl."

Which is exactly what they thought I was.

For sure.

They shut the door and I died a little bit instantly. 
Then I started laughing and couldn't stop laughing. 

The scene must have looked soooo ridiculous.

So why do I choose to share this with you....Honestly, in hopes that those women will stumble across this blog one day. Its my chance to explain myself. 
And also because its just funny. If I cant laugh, I'll cry and I'd chose to laugh 90 out of 100 times.

There you have it. Learn from my mistakes!



New York

Thursday, July 26, 2012

We went to New York to celebrate Jef's birthday and had so much fun. It was my first trip out and I fell in love!

I feel a bit lucky because I did New York right for a first timer. All Thanks to the most amazing and awesome group of friends there is... It wouldn't have been the same with out them.

It's not where you are,but the company you keep, right?

But anyways, we ate at the greatest places, danced til the weee hours of the morning, saw everything we wanted to see, met new friends, walked until I had blisters on every toe....and you wanna know the best part? Mr. Christensen held my hand all day everyday. Wherever we went he'd find my hand.

Before we had kids this was always how it was..... I must have forgotten this about this about him, because for the last 4 1/2 years now, either he or I have a kid clinging onto us 24/7. But it was so wonderful. We need to re-fall in love more often. It's so fun.

I could go on for days about everything we saw and did, but I think I'd rather show you, than tell you.

So, ladies and gentlemen, get prepared for the biggest I phone photo dump of your life. In no particular order:

Hair talk.

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Two words.....Kim Taylor.

She's not only my hair go to girl, but my psychiatrist, too.....and I love her. Like LOVE-love her.

So if you live in Utah county and want your hurr did, call her up. 801.361.0990

Plus she's so dang pretty.... Bonus!

Rarely...

Sunday, July 15, 2012

...Do we ever get a photo of the 4 of us together. Therefore, I'm documenting.

Balance

 As a mama its really easy to become lost in the lives of your children and in the title....The title MOM entails a lot doesn't it? (Mom actually means maid in my house these days... And can you start a new sentence with parenthesis? I'm almost sure this 100% grammatically incorrect. Oh well. My blog.) But, this is true with any title or position for anyone living life.

So, I try to make an effort to remember little pieces of me that make me, me throughout the day. Those  tiny, minute things that don't really matter...but, really they matter a whole lot because YOU care about them and they make you feel a certain way.

What makes I me me? Besides my title? Well....

I love my favorite movie...True Romance. When I  watch it I feel creative. The music, the filming...everything. Its so good. My other favorite move is Moulin Rouge. The truest love story + musical? Couldn't get any better.


My favorite songs also make me me. Songs from years ago that bring you directly back to where you were when they meant so much to you.
 Sia, ohhh so good. And so insanely special to me. I feel like I own her music in a way. Its like because her music is so important to me I should have the rights to it ha ha...anyone else ever feel this way? My other go-to music is Wait What. Heard of them? Its just a shmushed up XX plus Biggie... try em out.

My favorite thing to do when I'm alone....watch a documentary. Any. And I mean about anything, really.
about farming...yes
about the science of human emotion....double yes
about elmo......sure
about gangs....great
watch a documentary about filming a documentary.....duh!
Without this documentary obsession I certainly wouldn't be myself. 

I also do a lot of dancing around the house, too. Dancing and singing and handstands and stuff like that. Right here in my living room. When I was kid I was stupidly good at handstands....I'm not so much anymore, but who says I cant get better?

And singing....I make up a song about everything. I remember when we were mad at my mom growing up she would always sing funny things and we couldn't be mad anymore. This infuriated me and made me laugh all at once. I guess its one of the traits I carried over into my life as a mom. I'm pretty sure both my kids and husband think I'm nuts and/or annoying for this. I don't care though. I'm still singing about opening the the fridge door.

But more than anything else, I meditate. Without it I would surely go nuts. 5 minutes here...20 minutes there. If I get an hour to myself hidden away in my closet, I'm lucky.

I've found out that if give myself these breaks and do things regularly that make me feel like myself, then I'm a better mom at the end of the day.

So, whats this really about? I guess its about balance. A never ending battle in this story I call my life.

Quote for the day? Sure....
"Live, travel, adventure, bless, and don't be sorry."- Jack Kerouac


Zuzu's Pink Party

Saturday, July 7, 2012

I have to say.... It was a total success.

Although, I felt like I finished running a marathon about a quarter way through it, it was worth it.

Miss zu munchkin monster was spoiled rotten by all our best friends and awesome family, and she feels so special.... We feel special too.

And yes....I made the cake. I loved that cake. Once a year I bust out something incredibly crafty that I'm proud of, then I call it good for another 365 and a 1/4 days.

Here's some bits from her special little day!

Jeffery Carl Holm..lets talk about him.

Thursday, July 5, 2012

He is one of our nearest and dearest closets friends.

 Maybe you've heard of him recently?

Well......in case you haven't heard of the handsome young lad, he went on an adventure recently that changed up his life a little bit.

 Its called The Bachelorette. Heard of it?

And with his life changing, ours has too kinda.

Why has our life changed? For starters, we can't go a damn place without getting mauled by cute, over-enthusiastic, Jef from the Bachelorette loving 12-17 year old girls....or 40+ year old women. Actually, girls...boys...grandparents....truckers....aliens....you name it, and they want a picture with Mr. Holm.

  They want proof they've seen him, and duh. We get it. So, Brons and myself are the designated picture takers. A kinda fun, sometimes boring, sometimes crazy, but really actually cool job. Its awesome to see peoples average day turn into an amazing day just by running into him.

 BUT, This can be an issue because we go a lot of places with Jef. Sometimes we just want to go to Taco Bell and get a Nacho Bell Grande...this used to be a 5 minute in and out deal...you know, get our fill of fake orange colored nacho cheesiness then be on our way. But now, its kind of an issue. A big issue in fact.

 And we also got to meet Emily! When Jef did his hometown date in St. George myself, Bronson, and our girls got invited to go down to their family ranch and chit chat with the southern beauty herself.

To say we were intimidated is an understatement. It was sooo scary...20 cameras everywhere and people listening to everything you're saying..BLAH! Nerve wracking to say the least!

Thankfully, the second we sat down with the two of them our nerves were calmed, even though we may or may not have unconsciously eaten an entire bundle of grapes that were supposed to be a table prop while talking to the lovebirds(...maybe that's the reason ABC edited us out of the episode...? ha ha I don't blame them). But, Emily was the sweetest, least intimidating, most charming and warm girl ever. Honestly, she was a gem.

So, with each passing Monday more and more people are falling in love with Jef, and do I blame them? Nope. He's an easy to like kinda guy. I guess what I'm saying is never in my life did I expect to be in a position that, lately, I find myself in quite a bit. Never did I foresee any of my friends becoming famous overnight. And what is he famous for?...just being a cool guy.

Awesome kind of. Weird too. But I give him props...I get overwhelmed by the amount of people attacking him and wanting him every second.  He handles it so amazingly well. Jef is always so kind to everyone, acknowledges each fan, and takes time out of his life to make someone else's day a little bit cooler.

And believe it or not, all of this hasn't changed him. He's still the same ole, same ole down to Earth guy.

 If you haven't been watching, start now. Mondays at 7 on ABC!
  PS...go to peoplewater.com

Feeling a bit nostalgic....

Maybe because my baby turns 4 tomorrow?
Maybe because my other littler baby is growing too fast?
Maybe because the days are all running together? Maybe because I feel like there is so much I want to do and, all of a sudden, so little time to do it? Anyways..... We're here. I'm here. I want to die my hair violet. Too random? Well, it keeps me it up at night.
Until next time!

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