Monday, June 24, 2019
A lot of people may think Mother’s Day is the hardest holiday for me. But it’s not. Its Father’s Day. I have four awesome father figures in my life, but I know a fifth who would be an amazing father.
It’s not Jason’s fault that we can’t have kids (this is a fact, we had that stuff tested), and its not his fault he fell madly in love with me. I am smart, charming, funny and super good looking. He never stood a chance. But in all seriousness, every time I see him with our nieces, nephews, friends’ kids and even our pug, I can’t help but think that I am the reason he his missing this huge important part of his life. He is so great with kids, and kids love him. He would be an amazing dad. He will be an amazing dad. I just wish I wasn’t the reason he isn’t already.
Pity party over! He is lucky he has an amazing wife! And I am lucky to have an amazing husband.
Friday, April 19, 2019
Actually, I still cannot figure out why I added goat yoga to my list of 40 things to do before I am 40. I like yoga, but I don’t LOVE it. And goats? I don’t have an opinion on them. I am not a huge animal lover, but I like animals. I guess I wanted to do goat yoga because it’s weird. So, when my friend Bri texted me months ago and told me goat yoga was in Seattle and asked me if I wanted to go, I said “HECK YES, it’s on my 40 by 40 list”!
The day started off like most of our weekend morning dates with Bri and Tim do, with breakfast and then beers. I wasn’t entirely sure what to expect with goat yoga…When we arrived, we went into a goat barn. It didn’t smell as bad as I thought it would. There were about 9 goats there, 5 of them did not play goat yoga with us. There were about 15 people in the class, small just how I like it.
YOU GUYS, the goats literally JUMP ON YOU WHILE YOU ARE DOING YOGA! It is so fun! Some people asked if I got an actual workout, the answer is YES! I was definitely sweating. And, their poop is so cute!
My advice, add it to your list, and DO GOAT YOGA!
Enjoy the pics!
P.S 2 down, 38 more to go!
Saturday, February 2, 2019
Today I completed the first thing on my "40 things to do before I am 40" list! When I woke up this morning, I had no idea this was in the cards for the day, but I have some serious best friends, who are willing to make sure I get my items checked off my list!
So what did I do?! I had a golf lesson!
Why was this on my list in the first place? Well, I have been playing sports my whole life, and golf just seems like something I will be able to play for a long time. I have been "golfing" for several years now, but everything I know has been self taught. I am positive I have all sorts of bad habits! I want to be good. I want to be able to golf with anyone and hold my own.
This morning, two of my best friends took me out to celebrate my birthday. All I knew is that we were meeting at 9:00 am for coffee, we would be doing something that allowed me to wear sweatpants (which is automatically my favorite type of activity), and we were getting lunch. After coffee we drove out to a driving range in Tacoma where I met Todd, who gave me a GOLF LESSON! He was so funny and knowledgeable (my favorite type of man)! Haley and Christy watched and cheered me on. It was so fun and I got some really great tips. By the end of my lesson I was hitting the ball further and straighter than I have before. I cannot wait to get back out there! The rest of the day included; shopping, lunch, cupcakes, presents and a walk around the park. Have I mentioned I have the best friends EVER?!
Monday, January 14, 2019
This may be a little off topic, but it is a good way to keep me distracted from the foster / adoption process we are going through right now. More information on that at a later time...
There is something about getting older that really makes you think…What have I done with my life, and what do I still want to do? My best friend and I decided to make our own lists of 40 things we want to do before we are 40. So here is my “laminated list”. I have 3 years to complete this, and yes, I realize it is very ambitious, but I am up for the challenge. Once I complete something off my list, I will blog about why it was there in the first place, and my experience completing it. Wish me luck! And if you have any advice, please feel free to share 😀
- Overnight backpack/ hike trip
- Learn conversational Spanish
- Napa / Sonoma
- Visit all 50 states
- Road trip - Yellowstone spring or fall
- Do a pull up
- Travel to my dream vacation; bora bora, Greece, Italy, Thailand -Vietnam
- Meet with financial person and feel comfortable with a retirement plan
- Stomp on grapes for wine
- Road trip with no destination in mind
- Open mic - standup comedy
- Sprint triathlon
- Show up to the airport without knowing where I’m headed
- Find an organization I want to regularly volunteer with
- Sleep under the stars
- Skinny dip in the ocean
- Get my SPHR
- Learn to throw a boomerang
- Eat at a fancy restaurant with a tasting menu
- Attend a Mariners playoff game
- Go to a public library
- Have a pillow fight
- Make a will
- Submit an editorial to a local newspaper
- Ride on a Segway
- Learn to drive a stick shift
- Go a week without spending money
- Go to a restaurant and order 1 of everything on the menu
- Make a pie from scratch
- Complete a whole 30 without cheating
- Attend college game day
- Go on a full day hike 10+miles
- Take a golf lesson
- See the northern lights
- Drive on the left hand side of the road (in a country where you have to)
- Get evening makeup done
- Goat yoga
- Invite my parents to a nice dinner with nothing to celebrate, and pay
- Float pool spa
- Random act of kindness – but not a lame one
Monday, May 7, 2018
Here’s the thing… Since I was 16, I’ve known that I am different than most women. I like to talk about poop and farts, I like beer, chicken wings, football and I really like to burp. Just kidding (kinda, but not really). I’ve known I am different because I cant join in the following conversations with other women:
1) Do you have a tampon?
2) Are you worried about getting pregnant?
3) Does your uterus hurt? (ok, so maybe I’ve never actually heard anyone ask another woman this, I just assume this is something they say)
But although I am different, I’ve never felt not supported, loved or cared for. If anything, I have felt more of those things than most people. So, I never really thought I needed to meet other woman with MRKH for support. BOY WAS I WRONG!
Last month, I had the opportunity to go to Michigan to an MRKH conference, and I still haven’t quite figured out the right words to describe my time there. Was it awkward? 100% YES! The word vagina was said 57 times in 1 hour! I knew one person. That was it. So, I had a few glasses of beer to get to know some people better, and that helped. The conference was super informative! The University of Michigan’s research team did an outstanding job of presenting the most recent MRKH information (and obvious shout out to the Beautiful You team). This was great. But I think the thing that was most impactful to me, was meeting other woman who are like me. They were all ages! I could see myself in each and every one of them. They lived normal lives. They had inappropriate humor. They liked to drink. They were skinny, chubby, tall, short… Normal looking woman from the outside, but on the inside they are the only ones who truly understand the daily struggle of someone who has MRKH. This was not something I knew I needed. Why do I care so much if someone understands me? I actually don’t know the answer to that. So, I guess, if I had to come up with a way to describe my experience to Michigan for the MRKH conference, it would simply be – Life Changing.
Side note: This condition may seem rare… But it is not THAT rare. It effect 1-4,500 women. And if I am doing my math correctly, that means there are maybe 8 woman in my medium sized town of about 77,000 people who have MRKH. When a woman is first diagnosed with MRKH, it is scary. Doctors don’t know what it is, parents don’t know, and certainly friends and family don’t know. The more we talk about it, the more normal it can become, and the less alone these woman will feel. Talk about it.
Life is a funny thing. Its crazy to think about one decision effecting your whole life, especially when that decision never really seemed like that big of a deal. One decision that I think about all the time is the day I said “yes” to working at Disney World. Besides the obvious experience of working at the “happiest place on earth” and moving across the Country by myself, I had the experience of working with 3,000 other college students from around the world. But in addition to that, I made some great friends. One of them has been on my mind a lot lately. Erin.
I first met Erin when we became roommates at Disney world. I definitely won the roommate lottery (to be fair, so did she). Erin and I became instant friends. We met in line at check in and found out we were roommates! Her sense of humor and personality instantly drew me close to her. We had two other roommates, but I could barely tell you their names right now. We made each other laugh and kept each other sane during a really crazy yet fun time in our lives. We did EVERYTHING together.
We were having such a great time that Erin convinced me that we should stay just a little longer and continue to make $6 an hour. I don’t think either of us were ready to go back to real life, so, we extended our stay at Disney for a few more months.
Erin taught me about Faygo Red pop, Euchre, the Red Wings, girls who drink beer (specifically green beer) are cool, and how to show people where you are from using the Michigan mitt on your hand. She shared her love of St. Patrick’s day with me and her passion for all Michigan sports (even though when we went to a mariners game, she wore and cheered for the mariners). She made fun of me for saying I’m from “Washington State” because I was the only person she had ever met who had to say “state” at the end of where they are from. Then we made fun of people together who still thought it was Washington DC. We took a road trip from Michigan to Florida, that was my first and last time staying at a Red Roof Inn. It was a memorable trip and we had a lot of laughs a long the way.
We used to see who could get more tan...she would always say she was so tan, and by “tan” she meant she had a lot more freckles than normal.
She was there for me the first time I got my heart broken.
I could, and did tell her everything.
We over used the word basically
We argued with people and each other about if it’s called pop or soda, top Raman or Raman noodles.
She also thought it was unreasonable that our other roommate would cut her toenails on our kitchen table.
When we got home from Disney, my life seemed empty without her in it everyday. She came out to Seattle and spent the summer with me.
But I knew Erin was going to have a special place in my heart forever when I was going through a period of my life where I was embarrassed and ashamed of myself. I hadn’t really opened up to many people about having MRKH, and one night, I told her. I cannot remember exactly how I told her, or what she said, but what I do remember is her not acting weird around me. She always treated me like a normal person. She asked questions, she made fun of me (in an appropriate way), we laughed about it, she let me cry, she hugged me and told me she thought I was a strong person. I felt like she really understood me, and knew what I was going through. She thought it was the worst thing anyone could go through (she was definitely wrong on that one). My point is, that Erin came in to my life when I needed someone like her the most, and as years went by, we stayed in touch, but grew apart as time went on. Its hard keeping relationships across the Country when you are both leading separate lives, and she was raising 3 kids. Erin never treated me different, as people often times do. She could always make me laugh when I wanted to cry. I will NEVER forget our relationship, and the important and special role that she had in my life.
When I spoke to her a few weeks before she passed away, she ended our conversation with “everything is relative my friend”.
Tuesday, November 7, 2017
Why do I care about the adoption credit so much? Because since I was 16 years old, I have been involved in a community of women who cannot carry their own children. And although there are several ways we can still have children, adoption is a popular, yet expensive route. Many families depend on this tax credit to HELP supplement the cost of adoption, but many children depend on it even more. If this tax credit goes away, there will be so many families that will not be able to afford to adopt, which will mean more children will be left in our foster care system. Isn’t it our responsibility to do what’s right for kids, and for their futures?
When I was 16 years old, I found out I had MRKH. I was lucky enough to have an amazing doctor who encouraged me to look on the bright side of things, and to look beyond the “why me”. As soon as I left that doctors appointment, I knew I was put on this earth to make a difference, I left that appointment knowing that I not only wanted to adopt, but that was what I was meant to do. I consider myself lucky that if this adoption credit goes away, I will still be able to adopt a child. I have an amazing family and support system who will make sure this happens, but not everyone is this lucky.
So, why do I care about the adoption credit so much? I care because I care about kids, I care about their futures and I care about making families complete.