Could Not Ask For More

**I tried to post this yesterday on our actual anniversary but blogger was NOT being very nice to me. Pray this works or I will be taking a hammer to my computer (cuz you know I'm at work and it's not MY computer so who cares!).**

Today is our 1 year anniversary. 365 days, 8784 hours, 527058 minutes. We are no longer considered "newlyweds". Sad. Although to be honest I never really felt like a newlywed. We gracefully went from dating, to engaged, to married without any change or hardships. I just love people that say how hard the first year of marriage is. I suppose it can be, if you don't have amazing communication, willing to bend and change for the other person, and have a God centered marriage. NOT that I am saying we are prefect at all. Not even close. I can't tell you how many days, (yes days) we have gone fighting over the stupidest things. Things so small and stupid I don't even know why/what started them! But we don't act out in anger, we don't call each other names, and we always make sure to apologize even if we don't think we were the one at fault. OK so I think I am getting a big fat head so I'll stop. But not before telling one of my most favorite Steven story......

This was about 6 months or so into our marriage he sat down and told me something one of his co workers said. Now this is my favorite part he told me NOT to interrupt (who me?) and to listen to the whole story before I jumped on him and got mad. lol this couldn't be good right? So I guess one day one of his female co workers came up to him and asked him how married life was and how much his life/lifestyle had changed. He said he paused and had to think about it. (here is the part where I was supposedly going to get mad) He told her honestly it didn't feel like we were married, we transitioned into married life to easily it felt like we were still young carefree dating couple. He said he loved me so much and was so thankful for the life styled we carry and the respect we have for each other. Awww who could get mad at that? Honestly I feel the exact same way. There is no pressure, no added strain for having a piece of paper, some added jewelry (can I get a woohoo), and responsibility of being married! I love this man more then life it self and I hope he knows what he got into 365 days ago!

Our wedding day:
Started out super fun. I had a sleep over at my sisters house and woke up feeling somewhat refreshed (I think I slept like 6 hours), and hopped in the shower to get myself extra clean and smelling lovely for my soon to be Hubby! We tried to eat some breakfast but I was far to excited (read; excited NOT nervous) to eat anything. Mom came and picked us up and we all went and got our hair did by the greatest hair doer in Omaha Joe. So yeah took a little longer then expected for poor Joe to do 4 girls, and I was running oh just about an hour behind. I got plenty of phone calls from friends/bridesmaids. Where do the chairs go, photographer isn't here, the cake is here, where is your dress? Now I will stop here and tell one of the highlights of the day that me and my friends still get a good laugh over. Days before the wedding we had talked about dropping off my dress the day before the wedding and leaving it in the big room we were going to get dressed in. (we had our wedding and reception at a county club) My Mom quickly ex-nayed that idea and said she would keep my dress, veil, and one of my bridesmaid dresses (God love Nikki had night mares for months about her dress burning in a fire, being stolen, and going missing 5 minutes before the ceremony. So she made me keep it for her. LOL), at her place and brought them with us that morning. The country club got broken into the night before and there was all sorts of ciaos and a scare my dress had been stolen cuz nobody could find it. One of my b/f's called (even after talking to Steven who knew dang well where the dress was. I digress), trying not to freak out and trying not to freak me out and simply asked me where my dress was. They didn't tell me about the break in cuz they didn't want me to panic. It was funny cuz I was soooooooooo confused. Anyway, after I got my hair done I was with the flower girl and her Mom and I insisted on driving the kick @$$ minivan, for I can drive like a bat out of hell (Zoom Zenner remember?) when I need to! I got us to the country club in oh like less then 10 minutes. Got some stares at the girl in the blue minivan going about 85 on the interstate with the veil on. Quite a picture right? So I rush. I get my dress on, make up done, start taking very informal pictures, make sure everybody gets their flowers on, and Steve his card. Oh my it was the craziest and funnest moments of my life.
After much confusion at the rehearsal (sorry no pics :( I was busy bossin er telling ppl how and where to walk to take any pictures), everybody did everything perfectly. I had thee most amazing dj who for no extra charge drug 2 HUGE speakers outside on over the patio so we could have music to walk down the aisle to, and was even totally on cue for everything! As I walked toward my man I saw the tears in his eyes and managed to keep myself together. It amazing. Picture perfect, minus the wind. The poor boy had my veil in the back of his head the entire ceremony. Made for some interesting pictures! ;) All in all it was an amazing day and one I will never forget and wish I could go back and re live like a million times.
I love you Baby and I can't wait for our future and all that it holds!
I leave you now with about 398420498230948 pictures. Cuz I will never ever look that good again and I was able to capture it on film so I'll show off now. YESSSSSSSSSSS

The Ceremony set up. Picture perfect how I always dreamed my wedding would look like!!!

Me an my Daddy

My most amazing hair do. It pretty much with stood the wind to!



Husband and Wife!

The Beautiful wedding party!



One of my favorites pictures from the whole day
Me and my GORGEOUS Girls.



Always the Ladies Man
Our Officiant and my Maid Of Honor's Dad. So so special!

**All photos courtesy and copyright of Lesley Knox Photography the best photographer in all of Nebraska**

One of the greatest nights of my life

So don't ya'll just LOVE LOVE LOVE my adorable hubby and the way he so dramatically tells you I tried to kill him? Hey what can I say I got some Zoom Zenner in me (long standing inside family joke. Sorry I know nobody gets it but I'm not going to explain here, it just has to do w/ my Grandpa), I was late, and I HATED driving the almost 45 minutes from my job to the dreaded ex's house only to be there all night in retched pain and loathing every minute. (oh my 2 drama queens in one marriage. HA everybody knows I am top drama queen) Anywho, now we can move on to our engagement!
Dating blissfully for almost a year the summer of '06 I started itching to get engaged. I was seriously psycho about it. I would email Steve rings from various websites almost daily. Ha I'm sure the bank LOVED that right? Everywhere I would go I would see not-so-pretty-girls/women with huge rocks on and husband tagging along at their side. And honest to God I would ALWAYS say "Why are they married and NOT me?" Ha. I would say it to whoever I was with at the time. My sis, my girlfriends, but mainly Steve. If it was a dozy I would even remember to describe the girl (in full ACCURATE detail of course. Not as to dramatize the situation and make it worse then it really was) to Steve later to let him know how much I NEEDED to be married like these uglier-then-me-girls/women. Ha. I am so not a nice person right?

Anywho, after a couple months of driving Steve crazy with rings/marriage stories he finally shut me up by telling me he had BOUGHT the ring (OK it also might have been a psycho break down moment where I told him he wasn't committed to me and he didn't love me. But I digress). Ohmigosh I freaked! So this was in July, when was I going to get the freaking then? My Birthday in August? Our 1st year of dating in September?? Nope freaking Christmas. Ha. The longest 5 months of my LIFE. I never uttered a word of it to Steve just waited "patiently", ask my friends they will give you a different story. I was obsessed. Everywhere I went I looked at people's fingers to see if they had weddings rings on (OK OK maybe I was doing this years before and still do it to this day. Forgive me), talked about when/if/how I was getting the ring to anybody and everybody that would listen, and planned our whole wedding in our head. Every time Steve would write a "Date night" on our wipe off calendar on the fridge I would freak, and every time I would be let down. Not to say I didn't LOVE my man and love date nights but I would get so excited. So fast forward to December 22nd, we had a date night on Friday the 22nd. He told me we were going to go to dinner (don't remember where he said we were going sorry), and then we were going to see the movie The Holiday which I had only been begging him to see for oh like 2 months. So I get home from work (then a Nanny) to find a GORGEOUS bouquet of my favorite flowers in the world, Tulips on the kitchen table! Totally gorgeous! Since it was the Holiday's Steve was off work early of course and had pre-ordered them at a store in his building! (actually to make the story EVEN longer, but it's my blog and I'll story if I want to. He called me that afternoon to "chat" and casually asked me what me and the kids were doing that afternoon. Now he had never done that before, although we talked several times a day much to his chagrin but I always just told him he never asked. But yet I still didn't think anything of it. Turns out he ordered the flowers and had them delivered to the house of the family I nannied for, had to call at the last minute and get them delivered to him at work because me and the kiddies went to Pizza Machine and were gone all day so I wouldn't have gotten the delivery anyway! Oh my this made my day, all my life all I have ever wanted is flowers delivered to me at work! (oh and a man in a blue suit with a blu.....oh we already covered that) He still claims this time counted but um hello so doesn't. Now back to your regularly scheduled blog)
So I get ready and he stays in his nice casual Friday work clothes and we changed our plans to go to Chili's since the family I nanny for gave me a big fat gift card for Christmas there. So bam I know NOTHING special is going to happen like a ring in the desert or something super cheesy and unlike Steve, if he could change the dinner plans like that. So on we go to Chili's. We are talking about our days and (I MUST stop here; fore warning to any of my fellow preggo/weak stomach bloggers skip this part. I know I will get in BIG trouble but honestly you MUST know this to know the story cuz it does play a big part. Steve had been battling stomach issues. We found out he is lactose intolerant and was NOT feeling well a lot of times and was "stinky" or had BAD poopies as I put it a LOT lately) he started telling me oh so lovely over the dinner table how sick he had been all day. Oh joy. Of course he was trying to tell me it was from the pop he drank for lunch, and sitting in front of him on the dinner table was a fresh pepsi. Oh joy. So we get through dinner, very uneventful, we have like almost 2 hours until the movie starts and no idea what to do. He suggested Target my favorite store in the world but we all know what I can be like once I get in Target, spend $ I don't have, walk all over and drive that boy up the wall! So we decided against that. We thought about going home but I knew once we get home we wouldn't want to go out again. When all the sudden he thinks another "bout" is coming on and we must rush home right away. Ugh I am NOT a happy Girl. :( So we go home and I put on my most LOVELY sweat pants and matching hoodie and sulk on the couch. Meanwhile he shuts the bedroom door and the bathroom door for good measure. Ugh I was NOT happy. Ha. I'm yelling at him through all the doors about how he ruined my date night w/ his stinkiness, and he BETTER make it up to me, and I still HAD to go see that movie! So he comes out and there are like a million candles all over the room and a cd playing w/ our song on it. Awwwww! He was lying! So he brings me a HUGE box all wrapped in pretty silver stripped wrapping paper. So I look at him bright eyed but not surprised. See in the Sessions family we do not wait until the actual day of the celebration; i.e. Birthday, Anniversary's, Christmas to give presents you just give it to the person as soon as you get tired of waiting and are to excited. I could very much elaborate on this but I'll save it for another post.

So I start to open the box and inside is yet ANOTHER wrapped box. I start laughing and start to open that, and wouldn't you guess what was inside THAT box?? Another box, unwrapped, then inside that was ANOTHER box wrapped, and inside that was the ring box wrapped up. So I have paper and junk everywhere and the Dog is freaking out trying to eat all the paper and rip it out of my hands. Ha. Made for much excitement. As I start to open the ring box I look and he is on his knee (which is also a feat since he has had knee surgeries on both knees and if you rub a feather on them he winces in pain. Needless to say I always thought he would SIT and ask me not actually kneel!) I started crying and in barely a whisper he tells me how in love with me he is and if I would be his wife? Oh my it was so so amazing! The next couple hours were spent cuddling, calling family (I think his Mom blew out his ear drum), and texting every person in my phone book on my cell! So so so exciting! I love you Honey and thank you for always thinking of me and making that night one of the best ever! You are the Love of my life!

P.S. I eventually forgave him for not taking me to see my movie. It's one of the best ever I own it now and I highly recommend you go and rent it today!

Thank you for visiting our blog! lol cheesey but I love it!

My "engagement" flowers. I heart them

The days we meet

Ok, so B told you HER side of the story of the days we meet. So here goes mine.... It is all the same until I am in my car trying to find the house she gave me directions to. [I think you got all your lefts and Rights correct!! :)] But there I was at the end of my directions and I was at a 3 way stop. Now what? I decide to take a left and look at the house numbers to see how close I was. Slowly coming to a drive way, looking at the numbers out the side window....whoosh I look out the front window just in time to see a car coming the opposite direction, fly into the driveway right infront of me. I was not happy!! I drive by the next few houses looking at the numbers and decided the house I needed was the one that the driver flew into. I double back and park in the driveway. I tell myself to just look at the couch and not say anything like... Did you see me, you almost hit me!! So I get out of the car and Becky comes out the front door. I remember her standing in the driveway kind of pausing,[See her blog as to why she paused] then shows me the couch...I thought she was cute and nice.
So we email back and fourth a few times and I could tell, as B would say, "I a fun girl. " In deed she was fun to chat with but I knew she was in a relationship. The day came to have the couch dropped off. I just remember talking the whole time we were there. I remember being fixed on her. She looked a lot different, even better then I remembered. I remember her eyes, smile, and laugh. I remember shutting the door and just realizing how big I was smiling.
More friendly/fun emails. I even asked her to set me up with friends, figuring if she was interested she would hint or at least not set me up..well she set me up. So I thought that was that, friends and that is it.
Then out of no where I get an email from someone I didn't know saying to ask B out on a date. I look the name up in the work directory and see that it is B's boss! I thought it was a joke but asked anyway. To my surprise B said yes. A few dates later...I remember starting to really fall in love when we went to village point [outside mall] and listened to a concert. We had so much fun sitting on the grass, listening, talking. I could tell what a fun, caring and loving person she was. I was lucky enough that she was falling in love too, and I have been the luckiest guy since.

You are the love of my life.....

So in honor of our 3 year "dating" anniversary 2 days ago, I think I'll go ahead and post the story of how me and Steve met and got the best romance in the world (in my humble opinion) started. Ha. It's quite a funny story so grab yourself some snacks and set in. (FYI this is only my version of the story and I really hope some day for our future children's sake he will document his side of the story as well)
So I guess to know the whole entire background as much as it kills me, you need to know that I was in a serious (seriously horrible abusive) relationship for over 6 years at the time. I was engaged, called off the wedding, and living a horrible depressed life. Steve got married in 2000 and was going through a divorce with the evil spawn at the time.
OK forging ahead, it all started when my ex bought a house and decided he had to have a house full of brand new furniture. So I would sell our old stuff from his apartment living days. I was working on the teller line at First Nasty and Steve (from here on known as Mr Hottie) was in his current dept. also at the bank. We have this funky thing at the bank where you can buy/sell/place wanted ads on the employee website, so I put the furniture up there and got a million freaking WEIRD ppl emailing me and asking for pictures and such. I had some real tools trust me. A couple people even told me they were going to come over and buy it only to never show up or call me at all. Very very annoying. So I started getting very annoyed and short with people. I get an email from Steven Sessions of "Procurement services" not sure wtf that is but he wrote the weirdest email in the world with all his stupid questions in bullet form. I.E.;
-Any pets?
-Smoker?
ha. So me being the amazing smart @$$ I am decided I would answer all his questions in the same exact bullet form as him.
-no none
-nobody ever smoked on or around the furniture
Haha I was pretty proud of my smart alacness (thanks Dad) and thought I was very funny. I thought this would be the last time I ever heard from him so I completely forgot about it. In the end he contacted me and decided he was going to come to the house and see if he liked it. (he told me later he never noticed how I answered his questions and completly missed my smart alacness. Bummer) So as I wait for Steven Sessions of Procurement services that was a buying specialist (seriously who gives out these stupid titles?? He ordered all the paper supplies for the bank!). I am being DEAD serious when I tell you that I had pictured a 55-65 year old man that weighed at least 350 lbs wearing a white shirt, black bow tie, black suspenders and was balding. He probably had just moved out of his Mother's house for the first time in his life and needed some furniture for his new pad in North Omaha. Ha. Little did I know, this GORGEOUS man with a white shirt unbuttoned on the top button, and the most gorgeous dark head of hair I have ever seen. Instantly I realize I am in my horrid "FNBO Green's" which consisted of a green polo shirt (probably with some holes in the stomach from rubbing on the counter. Believe it ppl we were hot) and some ugly khaki's. I lost all ability to speak. So I show him the furniture and he tells me that his ex took all the furniture out of his house and it was now empty and he needed to fill it. I almost asked if he was lonely and if I could fill his house too!?!? Haha ok probably not, I think I was still trying to swallow my tongue which was now made of cotton. So he leaves and I am totally thrown off balance but compose myself and go about my night w/ the horrible evil one I called my b/f. About a week later he needed the furniture (for SOME reason he couldn't squeeze a huge over stuffed chair and loveseat in his '98 Honda Civic). The whole time me and ex are fighting because he doesn't want to deliver said furniture at all, nor does he want to help him carry it in his house. He wants us to dump it in the driveway and go. HUH? What impression would that leave on my new Mr. Hottie?? Heck I would carry it in myself if I had to! So we fight the whole way over, meanwhile I wear my BEST outfit of some shorts that are 3 sizes to small and show off my cottage cheese legs and a t-shirt probably from 1995 that was 8 sizes to big. I dress to impress. But I somehow made an impression b/c according to Mr Hottie that is when he felt the connection between us. I take the $ from Mr. Hottie and leave thinking I will never see or talk to him again, yet somehow I knew I would never forget about him either. The following Monday at work I get an email from Mr Hottie telling me how much he likes the furniture and if I have any single friends to send them his way. Um why wasn't I single?? So honestly I did I set him up w/ my managers best friend Vicky. A couple weeks later they went out and totally didn't hit it off. So we kept emailing occasionally and getting to know eachother. He set me up an interview with his Dad at his small investment company he ran at the time for the front desk girl (I did well but somebody w/ more experience got the job), and we learned that I had taught his nephew at the Wednesday night church class I had taught for years with my Dad and Brother!! Totally weird, the God's were telling us to get together! But I was still somewhat chugging away w/ the dreaded ex. (not to say that Mr Hottie didn't know everything and how horrible he was and how unhappy I was and was trying to get out of the relationship) He vowed not to "ruin" our relationship and didn't want to disrespect me by asking me out when I was already "taken". Boy was he wrong! All I did was talk about him, show his pictures to the girls at work (that I MADE him email me, only to show to prospective girls for him of course. Or so I told him ha), and gush over him 24/7. Honestly it was bad. So I guess my manager got sick of listening to me so she took it upon herself to email him and tell him to just ask me to lunch b/c it would be alright, I was done w/ my relationship and I would say yes. So he did, he asked me to meet him downtown (I got permission to have a whole another 30 minutes to an hour added on to my lunch so I could have extra drive/chat time w/ him. I LOVE Lori!), and go to lunch. I was joking and was telling him to take me to some 5 star expensive restaurant (which anybody that knows me knows this is a joke as my favorite place to eat is Taco Bell). He was really going to! We finally settled on where to eat and I could barely eat anything. The cotton mouth was back again. I think I sucked down 6 glasses of water. He probably thought I was some freakish fish girl. Anyway, we had a great time and I dropped him off in front of his building and he touched my leg and asked me to do something that weekend with him. Be still my heart I think my leg throbbed for 2 hours at the place he touched me! It was amazing. And oh my, my whole life growing up me and my best bosom buddy always talked about how guys in dark navy suits with those bright blue button down shirts with a yellow tie were so amazing and hot. And what do you think Mr Hottie wore to lunch that day?? Oh my goodness I was floored. And no I hadn't told him that fantasy yet either! (I leave fantasy's for at least the 3rd or 4th date. Ha) So that weekend I officially broke up w/ horrible ex, hung out w/ Mr Hottie and fell head over heels in love. He took a little more convincing and a couple months to realize how great we were and that I wasn't gonna hurt him! The rest as they say is history!
Coming to a blog near you soon:
in 20 days is our 1st wedding anniversary so I will blog it and put up a million and a half pictures! Yay!

House update and pictures!

So I haven't shown ya'll pictures of our dirt pile in awhile! Of course I have some pictures with people in them but not many at work so I'll try my best! Nothing to exciting is going on at our new house site. They have of course dug the basement, poured the basement, put in pluming in the basement, dug a hole for a sump pump (which is awesome in case we ever HAVE to put one in they are doing half the work and half the expense for free for us!), poured our driveway, front stairs, and garage floor, painted the exterior concrete, and put the window in the basement! Doesn't seem like much but it really looks much more like a house with a painted foundation and a front porch and even part of a garage! I know it will be so so much better once they put up the framing (Oct 1st is when it is scheduled :( To far away for me!) and stuff but it's still exciting to me to see concrete laid! I keep telling the people at the office in 0ur new neighborhood to get out there and work and make them go faster but they don't listen to lil ol me :( So anyways here are some pictures I hope you enjoy!

What we started with........

Sold to us!

Steven in the hole that is to become HIS basement........

Us hanging out in our basement (excuse the huge zit on MY chin)

Side of the house/basement

Foundation is poured (so so exciting right?)

Some big white tubes and a fat lady!
Basement floorGarage FloorPaint! I realize you probably can't see what color it is but oh well it's "almond" (off white)

Mail box! Yay!

So going through my pictures I don't have any of the driveway so I'll have to get some from Steve's Mom but that will be a whole different post cuz I am so freaking BORED at work I have nothing else to do! lol. So leave me some comments ppl cuz I am NOT feeling the love!

Growing up is hard to do........

**Note; Make sure to scroll down and read another new post about Brother Andy!**

Not to be confused with Sweatin To The Oldies (Can I get an amen? You know you've done them before to. Richard Simmons is amazing, ok maybe not in that picture but I enjoyed it!) "Breaking up is hard to do" but growing up sure is! At least for me. I am seriously in denial, I can't believe I am a grown up. I still feel 19 and although my life as drastically changed all for the better I don't ever see myself being almost 30. A wife, a career person, trying to have a family, a home owner, ahhhhh it's all to much for me! N-E-Wayz sorry back on track.
So of course after sleeping in about 2 hours later then "work" time our first stop was picking up some vitamins from Steve's most wonderful holistic Doctor, then off to my favorite place in the entire world and yours the DMV! (dun dun dun) Of course I was stupid and didn't think of the fact that there would be 2913802938 million 15 yr olds there to get their permit for school. Yea not so fun. So after getting one of these but not 1/2 as cute as this girl. Yes it is quite possible I win for ugliest driver's license picture ever. And if I know you in real life do NOT ask to see it, it will stay tucked safely and securely in my wallet until 2013 when I must go and get a new ugly picture. That is all about the DMV now back to your regularly scheduled blog.........

So after DMV disaster we run to see Mommy and pick up their GPS for Steven to use on his upcoming work trip on Friday ( :( ), chatted for a bit and ran to the ever lovely BK where ppl in Ohio bathe in the kitchen sinks. I digress, Steve promised me they don't do those things in Omaha. Anyways, if I die ya'll know WHY and can sue BK for me K? Moving on again sorry. Then we go to the best place on earth (after Disneyland, Disneyworld, and the Cheesecake Factory) Fun Plex!!! So we stayed about 3 1/2 hours, it wasn't packed due to kids going back to school (and at the DMV), wasn't to cold or to hot it was so much fun! Despite my hubby burning the bottom of his feet on the side walks going to the lazy river :( I feel so bad! So I am taking extra care of his tootsies and putting cream and band aids on them and making sure he laid down all night and stuff. My poor Boo. Anywho I survived the water slides (2 times, it's major for somebody deathly afraid of water getting on her face, and can drown in a sink seriously), went around the lazy river like 17 times, and hung out in the wave pool! So so awesome I love you Honey thanks for putting up w/ me and all my Birthday demands! It was a totally awesome day! So we went home and showered and I got showered with more presents! My Honey got me a super cute new watch, the most amazing perfume ever, and a car charger for our cell phones! YAY! Oh and this is on top of my Digital Camera I got a few months ago, and a HUGE gorgeous Clock for our new house! Then I picked up Chinese food (love me some crab rangoon yum!), watched Only You, seriously the best movie ever! And laid around! The alarm went off 4 hours earlier this morning then it normally does I swear so I decided it best to skip a shower (remember where I just said I showered last night after swimming, jeesh you gross ppl), and laid in bed some more and here I am back in the hell hole of work! Haha YAY! So thanks to all my most amazing friends for all the online comments, phone calls/voice mails, text messages, and cards. I love you all so dearly. Thanks for making my Birthday special! :)

Of course here are a couple pictures for your viewing pleasure!

These are actually from Saturday night celebrating Andy's Birthday but I wanted them on MY Birthday blog so deal w/ it :) The whole "gang" Steve, Brian, Brother Andy (kinda) and sister Natalie

Me an my Honey sorry it's dark and far away but you can still feel the love right??
Yes folks I was kicking butt, (I am the 2nd bowler who is highlighted. Brian my BIL was the 2nd B on the screen) before throwing like all gutter balls. :( Stupid Cramer Curve. Brian actually ended up coming back in his last frame to tie me. At least he didn't beat me! Ha

The wave pool in action

The slides I conquired not once but twice! Ha!

Awww wrist bands. Please ignore my big black marks from renting tubes. I of course just HAD to take a picture of that one little part of my band. Whatever

My super white (yet still adorable) hubby. Let's work on that tan Ok Sweetie?? haha ;) Love you!

Tribute to Brother Andy

*OK settle in to your most favorite comfty computer chair (or if you really really feel like pulling your "easy chair" up to the computer desk by all means go ahead. OK now we could get into laptops so I'll stop here and just say get comfty!) grab some wine (McMommy!) or pop and some popcorn and read some updates that have occurred the last couple days!

So without trying to get to sentimental on you I'll blog about one of my favorite subjects; My family. My brother decided to keep getting older as much as it kills his big sis and have a birthday on Sunday. He is a whopping :gasp: 23 which sadly makes me even older then I feel! I will always think of him as my "little" brother even tho he stands well over a foot taller then me. Oh how I wish I had pictures on my computer of him when he was little. He was quite possibly the worlds cutest kid EVER. I can only hope if I have a little boy he would turn out 1/2 as cute as Brother Andy was. (of course he is STILL cute just in a different way. haha OK that could be gross we're not from Arkansas or anything.......) So here is my best attempt to reflect on the day Brother Andy was born. This is from my very own memory and seeing as how I was 3 days away from being 3 years old I'm sure not a lot of it is accurate but I've asked my Dad and he says I am pretty much on :) (make fun of me now Sister Natalie but I do have the worlds best memory. Ha j/k love you!)

So Andy was born on August 10th and like I said my Birthday is on the 13th so I got a brother for my 3rd birthday. Now if I was any older this would have upset me in thinks that he stole my thunder but oh no it meant Grandma was coming to visit. Yes the "good Grandma". The Grandma that always had coloring books and crayons waiting for us in our room when we came to visit, the one that didn't count when she washed dishes, or hang foil to dry after washing it. Knowing full well a Grandma didn't come empty handed, me and Sister Natalie were quite excited about this. Now mind you it was 1985 so nobody flew back then they either took the bus or train. Now I can't remember but I think Grandma took the train. I have lived in Omaha all 26 years of my existence and I can't say I have any clue where the train station was/is. Neither did my Dad. Now my Dad is a funny fellow (for more then 1 reason I LOVE him), he is one of those men that refuse to get directions. But if defeated he will if he HAS to. But he will only stop at gas stations and will only buy things so he can ask. I being the retarded child I am also had to visit every single bathroom in the town (I can tell you where almost every bathroom is in restaurants and all malls in this city tho. Just look me up and ask if you ever visit the Big O and are in need of a bathroom) so we are lost, really really lost. For at least an hour walking around downtown Omaha. Scary. So we stop at at least 7 gas stations, I visit the restroom in every one cuz God Bless him Dad took me to every bathroom to make sure I didn't potty on myself or something else horrible. (Mom never did this, I was told to hold it) So by the time we find Grandma and the train station (or was it the bus station? I digress) we have the best loot in the whole town. Cheetos, dorotios, those nasty marshmallow puff cakes, some colored pop I'm sure, skittles, oh you name it we had such a gas station feast. Because of course Dad bought us something every time we needed directions. It was amazing. So we grab Grandma and head home. The next day Dad took us (me and sister Natalie) up to the hospital before Mom and Brother got discharged. Now remember this was BACK in the day so everybody had to scrub and put gowns on to even enter a hospital room. The gowns of course are way to big for my little body and had to be tied like 7 times in the back to stay on. Dad asks me numerous times if I have to go potty. Seriously I think he asked me like at least 5 or 6 times. I say no I was far to excited about seeing a baby, especially a baby I could obsess over at my own home! As soon as I get in the room I oo and ahh over my most gorgeous little brother, wanting to shove the paci in his mouth and hold him forever.........that is until I saw that there was a bathroom right in Mom's room! Well be still my heart a bathroom I have never visited! So despite the 6 times of Daddy asking me if I had to potty I made him untie my gown piddle piddle in the potty maybe 2 times and re-tie the gown all for that. But I did get to visit the potty right there in Mommy's hospital room.

Moral of the story;
Having a baby brother for your 3rd Birthday is amazing; you get to visit at least 8 new bathrooms in town and rot your teeth while Dad gets directions. Oh how I miss childhood!

Now for some pictures of said Brother Andy. Love you "Lil Bro"

Always seems like I am looking UP to him even tho he is younger then me. I suppose being 6'5" (or whatever you are now!) helps to my 5'2" haha

The whole Famdamly

2 of my most favorite men in the whole world!!

Fake puking on a ride at Worlds Of Fun in KC yea you just have to know him to understand.......

What's in a name

So other then being bored at work (duh what else is new!) , I just had to put this story down somewhere so I could look back and remember. I'm sure I will get in trouble, but Honey I'm sorry it's far to funny to keep to myself! Please forgive me :)
So anybody that knows me IRL knows I am obsessed with names. But not like other people's names, but what I will someday name our children. Every time I hear a name I process it and think of wither or not I would name my child that. I have actually made a list (which is sacred until we are about ready to give birth and/or adopt), with first and middle names and all the meanings of those names. B/c yes I am one of those people that can't just pick a name b/c I like it or it sounds good it has to have a good strong meaning. Mostly the meaning has to be something religious or spiritual. For instance I love the name Olivia but it means Olive Tree. Huh? Dumb. Anyways this was just to give you some background on why we have these conversations even tho we are not pregnant or anywhere close to adopting a baby. Yes just b/c Becky is psycho and likes to talk about "what if" 24/7. Again Sorry Honey thanks for putting up w/ me!
So as you know our last name is Sessions. Very much limits names you can choose in my opinion. So to start when I started in my dept. at the bank a guy (whom I really detested) was saying that someday if I ever have a daughter I have to name her something funny like Marriage so her name would be Marriage Sessions (or something stupid along those lines) so we were talking and we came up with Thara (like Tara with a lisp or Sarah with a T). And her middle name would start with a P. So it could be like Thara Paige Sessions. She would be Thara P Sessions. Now say it out loud. Admit it people it makes you giggle. Of course I would never do that to a child but I find it highly entertaining!
So next on to; I was watching something on tv and these people had a baby Max. I love the name Max but Max Sessions?? A Max Session of what? See it's dumb. So I run to tell Steve and ask if he likes it, then about Trey, and some other random names I loved. He shoots them all down. So he proceeds to tell me HIS favorite boy name. Get ready for it..........Dominique. For a B O Y. Oh be still my heart I think I peed my pants laughing at that boy. (which did not go over well. Note to self if want hubby to play along and tell you things you want to hear do NOT laugh in his face. Laugh later when he is in a different room right? ;) Now growing up a child of the 90's (some 80's) I watched the Olympics and there were 2 female gymnasts who were awesome one year both named Dominique. But he wants to name our SON after Dominique Wilkins. I'm sure he is a great man, he was an amazing basketball player, and I'm happy my husband looks up to him. But I do NOT want my son growing up w/ a GIRL gymnastics name. Oh my maybe ya'll don't find this funny but I did. Even better was I asked him if a boy's name is Dominique what the girl version of the name was. (cuz in my mind Dominic is a boy and Dominique is a girl but what do I know!) And he tried to convince me that the girl version was Dominiqua. LMAO oh my I lost it then for sure. I'm not stupid............
So fast forward a couple months and one night I am making dinner and Steve quickly comes in the kitchen from the spare bedroom/computer room (if you know him at all you know running or quickly moving at all for him is QUITE a feet. I thought he had chopped off a finger or found the cure for cancer), and goes "I know I thought of a boys name I love, Seth"! Well oh my heavens I love the name Seth! So cute. I think of a cute boy w/ brown hair, maybe glasses, smart, and very respectful of women. See when your totally abnormal like me these are things you think of. I always have a face to go w/ a name. Anywho so then I said it together. Seth Sessions. Say it. Say it again fast. Eth (with a VERY bad lisp) Essions. Oh my I about died laughing. So we could have 2 children Thara P and Seth Sessions.
Hope it gave you a laugh today to! I'll keep you updated if we come up w/ any more great names! :)

Update from Omaha

Well, it has been a while, so I thought I would send a quick update. Becky has covered most of the move and resent happenings. I guess that leaves me with work updates. About 45 days ago a new Lead Procurement officer was hired. His main goal is to make the company spend more centralized and come though our department, in effort to save the bank money. A lot has to happen before we can take on all the company send. There will be a lot of position changes and hiring of more people in the next year or two. I accepted a new Position of Process and Reporting expert. In the next month I should be transferring over my current responsibilities and diving into my new ones. I am looking forward to something totally different then "buying." And yet, still staying in the same department.

On a side note, my comute is cut in half now, about 20mins. It is sure nice! It will be nice to have our new house just as close, if not closer.

Hope all is well,
-Steve

Week of highlights

What a crazy whirl wind week (lots of W words, awesome!) it has been! Last Friday at this time we were trying to shove every last content of our home in a 8X12 box (POD) some how and with lots of family help we succeeded! Yay for family I <3 family!!

• Bitter sweet cleaning out Steve's house (I was never on the mortgage so technically it was never really MY house although the state of Nebraska says it is due to the marriage laws).
• Going through all the rooms one by one and thinking of all the fun and trying times we had there the last 3 years!
  
• Mowing the yard for the VERY last time until next spring/summer. Yesssssss
  
• Getting a nice check from the title co and building up our savings for a couple months! Double yes
  
• The greatest thing of all time, telling the ex wife (much to nicely imho) she is no longer attached to the mortgage and we can be rid of her forever and ever and all the days! Triple YESSSSSSSSS times 392408390482394012738
  
• Getting all settled in our new "pad" (what we call our living quarters at the in laws)
  
• Sleeping better then ever before due to living in the woods (literally) and plantation shutters. Praise the Lord for plantation shutters! (I will take a picture of our new "pad" soon)
  
• Having a wonderful proactive DR that can help us along w/ our TTC journey
  
• Floggers (Friends that are bloggers for all you NON bloggy friends out there) that are also TTCing and can help answer my questions and know what we're going through!
  
• Having a Hubby that will take me out on a date to The Cheesecake Factory b/c I am psycho and have cheesecake cravings about once a week. And had plans to go out w/ a girlfriend and after she had to cancel he stepped up to the plate. LOVE LOVE LOVE a good man that will feed me cheesecake!
  
• Getting somewhat decent for said date to cheesecake. Make up and a straighter go a longggggggg way!
  
• Finding your huge bag of nail polish after looking for 3 days and in like 8 boxes. Woohoo
  
• Watching your hubby play in the pool with his niece and nephew and being so loving and careful with them
• Watching Hubby go down water slides at the pool and almost kill himself. Fun times!
  
• Getting FREE make over at Sephora. Nuff said
  

OK I'll be done now. This has been a very full week with lots of fun memories, the first week being out of our own house! I have new pictures of our dirt plot if anybody cares to see them! Love to all!