I haven't posted in a long while and I'm starting to hear about it from multiple people.
My life has boiled down to this....
I seem to have had a cold for the two months that involves constant sneezing and a very drippy nose. I've gone through more kleenexes these two months than I have in the last five years combined. I'm 100% blaming my lack of blogging on this. I only seem to have motivation to do the very basics in life and then sleep a lot. Blogging unfortunately does not rank up there with playing Dominion.
My sister, Kinsey, is officially a Floridian who doesn't blog now.
****** Kelsey came back to Iowa for Christmas. It was great to see her extremely photogenic face again. Here's to hoping that she still lives in DC next year, so Ryan and I can vacation there very cheaply.
I just realized this Christmas I took zero pictures. Oops. So sorry blog friends you get to see no pictures of the first married Christmas I experienced.
Last Saturday a bunch of my friends and I ran the living history farms off road race. You have 8 stream (more like rivers at times) crossing and you run through the hills and woods. So much fun! We went as Captain Underpants which really was whitie tighties and a cape of some sort. Here's the group's before and after shot.
Next year my goal is to get twice this many people. You should run it with me! Yes that is mud up to my mid calf. Going through the last stream, my feet went mid calf deep in sink mud. I thankfully came out with two shoes unlike other people.
As the week of Thanksgiving popping up everywhere are your cheesy blog post about how thankful people are and I will not disappoint.
I'm so thankful for this man.
I feel blessed (I know another cheesy word, but it describes it the best) to call him my husband. He loves Jesus more than he loves me. He strives to become a godly leader for our family. He's willing to do all the laundry. He randomly brings me flowers a lot. He enjoys to plan surprise dates. He's on board with my dream to be foster parents. He'll let me just cry in his arms and I don't have to explain why. When we run together, he runs at my pace rather than the 8 minute miles he could do and never ever complains about it. He lovingly shares the gross things about me so that I could be made more holy too. He never complains about me wanting to take 100 pictures. He'll warm up the car in the morning. He always opens my door for me. He loves playing board games with me.
Wow, life has gotten hard again. It has been 11 months. I feel like we are creeping closer to the one year mark and all I want to do is to pause life, not make it come any closer, not make it a reality, not let anymore memories of you drift away.
From my education I could draw you a graph about mourning and when it is hard, harder and hardest. There is your peak right when the person passes, then the next peak at six months and then one at one year. I am definitely your cookie cutter example (besides the peak at 8 months when I got married, but I'm sure there is a graph someone that if that was included there would be a peak too.)
That doesn't make it any easier...it actually kind of makes it lamer cause I know it is just going to keep rising in the next month.
But I will keep going, keep trusting that the Lord is drawing me near to him and that I can trust in the one who has created me.
I have many faithful readers out there who did not grow up with computers, so here is a tutorial to how to leave a comment on Kaci's blog.
At the top of each blog post is the Title in blue print.
Below that it says 'Brought to you by Kaci Jo on such and such.' Then it says "others like me" and random labels are written there. (You can click on one of those words to see other blog post that have that same topic.) Then it says "Comments: (#)." The # represents a random number which is how many comments have already been posted.
Click on the number. And it takes you to another page. It says "leave your comment." That is where you type a message about how amazing I am. Then below that you can log into your google account if you have one. But if you don't have one, click on the little circle in front of anonymous. And then click on the big orange button that says "Publish your comment."
I took some pictures this weekend like promised. My future sister-in-law, Stephanie, had a shower this weekend. She's marrying my brother in October. (Yes, I know shocking, I do have a brother.) I didn't actually get any pictures with Steph...oops.
My cousin, Mallari, with four of her great aunts. I guess they are my great aunts too. (Shout out to my great aunt Jeri who happens to be a secret blog stalker. I think it is about time that you comment :)
I've realized recently that for the past two months I have barely taken any pictures. Starting today, I'm going back to my old ways of taking way too many pointless pictures and sharing them with you all. The camera is going back in the purse to be carried around all day. Here are the last few summer photos that I have yet to share.
This was at Abby and Tonio's wedding. This is probably my favorite photo of the summer (besides my amazing wedding photos.)
Dennis, Ryan's brother, was in town for a couple of weeks, so he came with us to Abby and Tonio's wedding. I'm pretty sure he is scare to take pictures with me. This was the closest I could get to him.
Ryan and I on top of our hotel that my very amazing sister, Kassie, and her husband graciously gave us as a wedding gift. Our honeymoon was amazing. The weather was perfect. Minneapolis is a great city and we found lots of things to do downtown. It was a perfect week.
It's true, I stink at updating this blog. I will probably continue to stink until my life gets back into some sort of routine.
Here's the quick update/thoughts of my life:
My youngest sister, Kinsey, got her gallbladder out, and then a few days later went back into the hospital because of immense pain. She's only had one real meal in two weeks and one sip of water in a week. She thought she would be released today, but found out her white blood cell count in high again, so more tests for her. I know she would love some random notes from very random people. So if you are bored you should send her one of these. You just need to know her name: Kinsey Sloss.
Ryan, my great husband, has a blog now. Raging liberals should find it entertaining.
And speaking of raging liberals, my other little sister, Kelsey, just got a job at the Holocaust Museum.
Today is one of those days that I have a 1,000 (well that is probably a bit of an exaggeration) different blog post swirling around my mind. Yet I feel like I can't write about half of them and the half I can write, I need pictures and my slow computer does not want to cooperate.
I definitely wish that I had an anonymous blog out there that I could rant and rave on and soak up complete stranger's wisdom. Sadly I don't. So I will keep all of these blog posts inside my head and continue to exhaust myself with thinking too hard.
I have lots of fun things to blog about from the last month, but life has been consumed with busyness. So to keep you all (yes the ten of you) entertained for 2 seconds. Here is a two pictures preview of our wedding....
The past two summers my church has done a series in the summer letting people share one of their brick stories. God is completing a story in all of us and is using brick after brick to build us into the man or woman he wants us to be.
Ryan got to share one of his most intimate brick stories this weekend. I love this man for his boldness and faith in sharing this story. I know it was hard for him, but him and I both know that God is going to use this story God has given him in absolutely amazing ways. You could tell by the tears of the room and the stories we heard after church that God will be glorified by this. I am so excited that Ryan gets to be my soon to be husband. He is a man who loves the Lord.
Sadly I just realized they started the recording a bit late, so here's the first part of his story and then you should listen to the last two minutes of it here.
Right out of high school I met this girl, we had in inappropriate relationship and almost a little over a year after we had been dating we got married. I was 19, and although I was not following Jesus at the time the bond of marriage was something that was engrained into my being, it was something NEVER to be broken, and to do so would be a great disgrace. On June 17th, 2 days before my 22nd birthday I came home from work early and cleaned the entire apartment hoping that I could spend an evening as a date night with my wife. But when I approached her she said the words that would send us eventually to a divorce. “I don’t love you anymore”. In the weeks and months that passed my hope that she would re-consider faded, as I received threatening voicemails. Then the divorce papers came, and as I reluctantly signed them a dark cloud formed over my head and a large yoke mounted my back. I felt as though I had been dragged through the mud. I was grasping the gravity of my sin all too well. I longed to turn to God, I wanted to know him, I wanted to be the prodigal son running home to the open arms of my Father. NO! How could he take me back?!? I am divorced who could want me....now go listen because it has such a beautiful ending.
This this woman I have gotten to know through the last couple of months that I met through a friend, Deb. Deb is an absolutely gorgeous woman.
It's almost indescribable the joy that she will bring into the room when she walks in. I've never ever met such a genuine woman who truly believes in beauty. I know this sounds strange. But when you start talking to her, you want to see the world through her eyes. Everything and everyone is beautiful to her. She see God's hand in it all.
I've never once heard a slightly negative thing from her mouth. I know that is why I am drawn to her and want to hang out with her. Her words fill you up. Her words remind you that God's beauty is here and now.
My friend has this theory that all women hate each other and all men don't know any different, so they get along. He picked up this theory watching his three kids navigate through elementary school. I'm seeing how true it is more and more. Yet this woman defies this theory. She is a woman who wants to honor everyone around her, especially the women.
She's the kind of woman I want to be. I am so far from it now, but how I desire to speak such praises of the women around me.
I had my very first legitimately lost wedding invite in the mail. My dear friend emailed me and asked my wedding details cause she didn't get an invite. Wow I felt so bad because I even remember writing her address on the postcard. I didn't really ever think things actually got lost in the mail. I had so much trust in the postal system. So if you think I sent you an invite and you didn't get one, still come!!!! Cause there is a huge chance it got lost in the mail. Or you don't think I sent you one and you want to come, still come!!! No need to RSVP, unless you are bringing a whole marching band and then I might want to know.
I thought I would let the whole world know the details of my wedding because I would love anyone who would want to be there to share this day with us to be there. So come and have fun!
Here's the typical wedding site we made. So go check it out.
The wedding is July 24th at 10AM at the Sylvan Theater at Greenwood Park in Des Moines with a small breakfast in the park to follow. If you need directions, go here.
8 days....yeah 8 whole days and then I'll be married. It is so weird, but so exciting.
This past weekend one of my beautiful friends, Liz, got married to Alan. Their joy was gorgeous. The wedding itself was so good, but then came the dances with the parents and such and I lost it. I was a big baby. There was no controlling my emotions.
This weekend is my future (in 8 days future) next door neighbor, Abby and Tonio's wedding. I know it will be beautiful too and so will the joy that will be present. I have a feeling though my emotions will be a roller coaster again.
And then there is my wedding (did I mention only 8 days away?) I have yet to decide if I'll cry like a baby. But then again I don't really think it is something I decide, it will just happen. So mom I'm pretty sure I'll be crying like a baby wishing you were there to see me given away by dad. Wishing you were able to see my get married to the love of my life.
I know you would be slightly disappointed cause I know your dream was always that I would marry Clay Aiken and sadly proof of that will always be found on the internet. (scroll about half way down.) But I thank Jesus daily that didn't happen :)
Yes I have a countdown. That is really only because of two reasons though. One, my friend, Crystal, made me a sex it up calendar which is a countdown till the days I get married. Two, our wedding website has a countdown on the bottom. And just so you all know I had to just look at the website to see how many days were left to title this blog post.
On Wed. I'll be officially moved out of Sarah's place. I will be homeless for 24 days. Well, not really homeless, just a bum who is couch jumping from friends' places and my dad's place. I will be living out of two clothes baskets while all of my other stuff is sitting at Ryan's waiting for me to move in.
This is becoming oh so real. And I think I like it.
When I feel gross and feel like I have had to gain weight, then I step no the scale and realize I'm five pounds lighter than last month. And that means I'm 25 pounds lighter than a year and a half ago!!! And that means my BMI is finally 24.6 which means I'm no longer overweight!!!
My dad is an amazing man. I respect and love him deeply. I could go on and on with many cheesy things, but you should go check out this post. I wrote it a year ago. (It brings by far the most amount of traffic to my blog, not much, but the most. If you google "Why I love my dad," it is the fourth thing to show up (you would be surprised how many people actually google that.))
I feel like I could make a whole new list from the things I have seen him do these past six months since my mom has passed away.
Here's some more to add to the previous list of 30.
31. He's not afraid to cry.
32. He recently learned how to text message, and with that he'll send me good morning texts.
33. He tells me how much he misses my mom.
34. After my mom passed away, he was determined to finish house projects cause he never had before. Since then he has finished redoing two complete rooms.
35. He always asks me how my van is running.
36. He's going to walk me down the aisle.
37. He recently bought a Harley and gives me rides on it.
38. He calls me on the phone just to see how my day was.
39. Never once have I visited home without him stuffing me full of food. I definitely will not go hungry if he is around.
40. He taught me how to always find a great deal and never settle for less.