Hey ya'll!
I'm starting a new blog :) Check it out, visit often and leave comments! I'm married now and I'm joining the trend of LDS wife blogging. I'm actually pretty excited! So please, stop by at:
welcometothejoyners.blogspot.com
It's going to be about my new life. My hopes, fears, and dreams that I get to share with my husband and with YOU! And if you ever want to know my single life then you are free to go through all my post and read.
Love to you all!
peace
Wednesday, June 19, 2013
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
So... I have a question.
Okay, so I figure no one reads blogs anymore but I have a serious question here. So please, someone, help!
So, I got engaged about a month ago to the most amazing guy ever. I'm seriously crazy about this guy and I am so excited to take on the adventures of life with him. I couldn't ask for a better partner in crime.
Now fun fact about me: I have never dreamed of my future wedding.
Like, seriously. I never thought I would get married. EVER. But that obviously changed. And now that I am planning my own, I honestly don't really care about it. All I want is to be married for eternity to the guy I love with all my heart. That's it. is that too much to ask? Now I have to make a huge display about it and have guests and family and friends and a reception and party and invitations and this pointless thing and that pointless thing that really mean nothing to the union of Daniel and I. And for whatever reason when my fiance tell his mom (who is taking care of the reception while I am at school) that I don't care what the decorations look like, she doesn't believe it. Because weddings have gotten so out of hand that stereotypical the bride is supposed to have every last detail figured out. And then I am supposed to have a bridal shower too? The heck! I don't even celebrate my birthday! The idea of having so many people attend a party about me is just weird in my eyes. And then I have to care about what food I am serving and how to keep all these guest entertained when only 30 of them are from my side. Having all this attention honestly makes me nervous for whatever reason. I guess I never understood the big deal behind it and why everyone that's ever been in my life (and probably don't care) has to be invited and included in this wedding.
After all that; my really question is: Why is that weddings seem to only be about the bride?
First off it doesn't feel like it's about me or my fiance. It's turned into pleasing the relatives. And secondly, I don;t really care for the big display of my very, very personal feelings and intimate life I'm about to have with my fiance.
So please. Someone. Help me out here!
peace
So, I got engaged about a month ago to the most amazing guy ever. I'm seriously crazy about this guy and I am so excited to take on the adventures of life with him. I couldn't ask for a better partner in crime.
Now fun fact about me: I have never dreamed of my future wedding.
Like, seriously. I never thought I would get married. EVER. But that obviously changed. And now that I am planning my own, I honestly don't really care about it. All I want is to be married for eternity to the guy I love with all my heart. That's it. is that too much to ask? Now I have to make a huge display about it and have guests and family and friends and a reception and party and invitations and this pointless thing and that pointless thing that really mean nothing to the union of Daniel and I. And for whatever reason when my fiance tell his mom (who is taking care of the reception while I am at school) that I don't care what the decorations look like, she doesn't believe it. Because weddings have gotten so out of hand that stereotypical the bride is supposed to have every last detail figured out. And then I am supposed to have a bridal shower too? The heck! I don't even celebrate my birthday! The idea of having so many people attend a party about me is just weird in my eyes. And then I have to care about what food I am serving and how to keep all these guest entertained when only 30 of them are from my side. Having all this attention honestly makes me nervous for whatever reason. I guess I never understood the big deal behind it and why everyone that's ever been in my life (and probably don't care) has to be invited and included in this wedding.
After all that; my really question is: Why is that weddings seem to only be about the bride?
First off it doesn't feel like it's about me or my fiance. It's turned into pleasing the relatives. And secondly, I don;t really care for the big display of my very, very personal feelings and intimate life I'm about to have with my fiance.
So please. Someone. Help me out here!
peace
Monday, December 17, 2012
Nomad.
Everyone is on their way home for the holidays and I have to say...
I'm jealous.
Even though my parents live in Hawaii and according to my drivers license I'm from Hawaii. It's not really my home. I love it there, don't get me wrong, but I've never had a moment or even a real amount of time there to set my roots and really accept it as my home.
I've been going to Southern Virginia for 3 and half years now but this is a temporary. I have to graduate, and move on with my life. I always knew I had to leave one day, and so I've never felt the need to say "I'm home" while I've been here.
Iowa is where I've lived the longest... But the day I moved away I was so happy to get rid of it and leave. That's not how you should treat a home... I don't like to linger in the past. I move on from somewhere and disclaim my bad memories as fast as I can...
I don't have a "home". I'm a nomad. Just traveling along the road of life. Just traveling aimlessly... I don't have a place that either accepts me or I accept it. I've either ran away from it or don't want it or I don't feel like I belong there...
But then I remember where my real home is...
Home is back with my Heavenly Father. All these places that I have lived in or currently live in, have helped define my journey in this lifetime. Home is not where you belong. Home is not where you have the most memories. Home is not a location. Home is literally where your heart is. Where you are the most comfortable at that time... and where the Lord is, is where you belong.
Funny how simple things can be when you trust the Lord..
peace
I'm jealous.
Even though my parents live in Hawaii and according to my drivers license I'm from Hawaii. It's not really my home. I love it there, don't get me wrong, but I've never had a moment or even a real amount of time there to set my roots and really accept it as my home.
I've been going to Southern Virginia for 3 and half years now but this is a temporary. I have to graduate, and move on with my life. I always knew I had to leave one day, and so I've never felt the need to say "I'm home" while I've been here.
Iowa is where I've lived the longest... But the day I moved away I was so happy to get rid of it and leave. That's not how you should treat a home... I don't like to linger in the past. I move on from somewhere and disclaim my bad memories as fast as I can...
I don't have a "home". I'm a nomad. Just traveling along the road of life. Just traveling aimlessly... I don't have a place that either accepts me or I accept it. I've either ran away from it or don't want it or I don't feel like I belong there...
But then I remember where my real home is...
Home is back with my Heavenly Father. All these places that I have lived in or currently live in, have helped define my journey in this lifetime. Home is not where you belong. Home is not where you have the most memories. Home is not a location. Home is literally where your heart is. Where you are the most comfortable at that time... and where the Lord is, is where you belong.
Funny how simple things can be when you trust the Lord..
peace
Sunday, October 21, 2012
Monday, October 15, 2012
Thursday, September 13, 2012
Lucky.
Even when life gets crazy and hectic and I am stressed out of my mind, I am always reminded how lucky I am. I'm glad they are always there for me. A solid foundation for me fall on and will never leave me.
Yay :)
Yay :)
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