Another Peek

For the past little while I've been trying to figure out Who I Am, and with some success I think I've come the to conclusion of who it is I really am. 

(Big thanks to Lexi for you brilliant post and her friends for this wonderful idea!)

1. Student of Massage Therapy 

I currently attend night school at the Salt Lake Campus of UCMT, and I can't believe I wanted to do anything else with my life before this life changing experience. 

Sure, I get a lot snubbing for wanting to be a "massage therapist," but people don't educate their minds on what LMTs really do! We're about healing body, mind and spirit. Goodness, we're even considered to be a part of the health care field now. 

If you haven't received a massage before, go ahead and give it a try. Once and you'll be hooked. 

(I know I'm a big baby after going a week without a full body Swedish/Deep Tissue!)

Thankfully, I'm half way through my program (commence Bon Jovi Half Way There! song)!

2. Fulltime Employee at...

It may not look like much, but it's a pretty sweet company to work for. 

I'm an 8:30-5:00pm Monday through Friday kind of a gal for this company. 

Essentially it's a credential company for companies who employee health care related employees. 

Simple enough, right? Sounds about right. 

I spend 8 hours a day with excel, pandora and snacks at my all inclusive half of a cubicle. 

Honestly, I take data from a pdf or excel file and kind of geek out a little bit with my new found excel tricks while putting said data into a file that can be uploaded to our very cool system for another part of the company to use. 

Plus I get amazing health insurance. Can't go wrong with a company that gives out great insurance and pays over minimum wage by quite a bit. 

3. Wife

I met Miguel my freshman year up at USU while living in the dorms. I instantly fell in love with him, but only as a best friend since I was dating someone else. The "other" was short lived, and Miguel became my "boyfriend" for 2 months before he dropped down on one knee (for the second time). That was when he took "fiance" status. August 12th, 2011 my Facebook status changed from Engage to Miguel Beal to Married to Miguel Beal. 

He's steals my heart every day, and I'm completely lucky to have a guy like him, farts and all. ;) 

4. Daughter

This woman is my hero. I wouldn't be the person I am today without my mom. She loves me no matter what I've decided to do with my life. She gave up everything to be my mom, and I only hope that I can be that kind of mom for my little ones. 

And even though I'm married, I still talk to my mom all the time. Besides Miguel, this woman helps keep me at a happy balance with my life. 

<3 

5. Sibling of Many, Friend to Few

I would post a few photos of my siblings, but really, my friends are mostly included into this category of siblings. 

I took some advice just this past week and went through my FB friends. As I scrolled through the many people (742..ish), I realized I didn't really have that many "friends." Sure, I had a lot of "FB" worthy friends, but not the kind I would call on a regular basis to check up on. The delete key received all the exercise it needed that day. 

You know, what I feel really good about it too. 

I can say that with my friends that I do have, the ones I really care about and who care about me back, I'm proud to be their friend and sibling. :) 

6. Eclectic Paper Hoarder

It's really not that bad, but if you really know me and my personality, I save:

Cards

Quotes

Pictures

Notes

Pamphlets 

Photographs

Reminders

Etc. 

It's a bad habit, but I've contained most of it to a few shoe boxes. 

The simple papers hold a lot of memories, the kind I don't want to lose. It's like a high school yearbook. We keep them because of the notes everyone leaves us in this $40-$50 book that we deem is a necessity. It isn't the book that is needed, it's the words permanently scribed that bring a satisfaction of hope, love and needing. 

Lastly... 

7. A Mom

...What? 

Yep. I'm a mom. Most people know that I was pregnant in December of 2011 through February 2011, but many do not know that I miscarried my first precious little one. I was so ecstatic to be a mom when I found out Christmas Day. I knew this was what I wanted to do with my life. I had just quit school and was staying home to save money because we were super poor at the time. I needed something to fulfill me as a person.

As you can tell from the dates I wasn't a mom for very long. 11 weeks 2 days to be exact.

My whole world fell apart when I found out my sweet jelly bean was no longer going to be joining our family in this life.

It took quite sometime before I was okay with other pregnant women, especially those at work and my cousin. 

My first baby was due August 26th, 2011. Miguel and I believe that it was a little boy. 

A few short months later, I have the opportunity to be a Mom all over again. Coming in at 14 weeks 3 days, I have in my belly a healthy little pea pod, and I couldn't be more excited. 

I know that this is the right time for my mommy skills to come into play because we are financially able to take care of this baby, our relationship as a husband and wife is very strong and I'm mentally ready (hahaha) for this pea pod. 

I'll keep you updated on the up and ups with this pea pod. It's going to be a very fun "bumpy" ride. ;) 

There's a lot more to me than these 7 things, but these are the core foundation of who I am today. 

I'm sure I could go on and on about who I am, what I like, etc, but I don't have time for that. I'm off the Aquarium with my family to celebrate my birthday! 

Toodles! :)

For The Record...

I changed my hair color again! :)
It's a fall thing... I think?

Eh, it's therapeutic for me to do crazy things with my hair. I'd rather pay $60 ish for a therapy session that includes a beauty makeover instead of upwards of a $150 for a talking session.

But... I love it. M loves is. Pea Pod may have this hair color. Who knows... :)

Keeping Busy

It's true my fellow blog reader(s). I'm keeping busy in this life of mine. It hasn't been too bad lately. I mean I'm not doing too much... am I?

You've probably read before that I work M-F 8:30-5pm and then have school M-TR from 7-10:30pm. 

The job is really laid back. I sit at desk with two, yep count them one two, computer screens and extract data from reliable sources, such as a license roster pdf or even an excel xls sheet, and then I sort it out into a blank csv file on excel. It's pretty simple, and my excel skills have greatly improved. I'm like a mast of excel now. Minus writing macros... *Note to self: LEARN HOW TO WRITE MACROS! 

Anyways, it's a fairly simple task, physically. Mentally? Well, that's a different story. It does get monotonous, and I tend to fall asleep. Woops. No I don't. Psssh. I don't fall asleep, maybe nod off, but never fall asleep. I can't do that when one of my coworkers, bless her heart, blows her nose like an elephant in the middle of the office. *slight shudder, nobody saw that* Thank goodness for Pandora!

Actually, I'm slightly sick of Pandora. Okay the free version in all honesty. When I'm already blessed up top, if you know what I mean, I don't really want to listen to a comercial tell me that all I need to do to have confidence is have bigger boobs. For real. I'm good. Give me something else to buy. And, give me more Rob Thomas to listen to. Thanks. :) 

On another note...

Once a upon a time a boy name Miguel gave a girl named Ambria a ring and they were married. As time went by, their love...gushy.mushy.la.la.la. pffft. Sorry. Back to the story. 

Actually, it's just easier to say it: I'm pregnant. Again. 4 months after the miscarriage we found out we're being blessed with a wee one. 

I wouldn't have posted about it if I wasn't out of the first trimester. :) Yep, everything is going so well this go around. I can't believe it. Honestly, when I looked at all 3 pee sticks Miguel made me take, I just couldn't grasp that I was pregnant again. I was terrified. Excited, of course, more terrified of the situation. I didn't want to miscarry again. There is no way I could handle another one in the same year, 4-6 months after the first one. It would have broken my heart. 

Well, we found out on June 20th that we are expecting and then proceeded from there. Our first appointment was July 13th (Friday the 13th!). It included an ultra sound where we found our pea pod looking super healthy and only a little over 6 inches long. Yay!

Oh it gets better. 

Our second appointment wasn't too long ago, just on the 15th of August. That's when we met our actual OB, Kathy Langer, and we heard the heart beat. It was the most exciting exhilarating moment in my life. Okay, one of the most exciting exhilarating moments in my life. And, the baby was measuring 12 inches before 12 weeks. 

I'm on my way to week 13th this Friday, and I couldn't be happier. Okay, I could do without the vomiting, dizziness, fatigue and lack of sleep, but I'm happy! 

:) 

Going On A Jet Plane

Well, it's more like a commercial airplane, but you get the idea.

Tomorrow at 9:10 I will be leaving my home to adventure to my in-laws' home in the great green state of Oregon!

(It's only fitting that Jet Airliner by The Steve Miller Band has currently come on my Pandora playlist. Go Classic Rock!)

For this trip we have quite a bit planned. I finally get to meet my big brother-in-law, Logan, who has been missing the entire time M and I have been dating/engaged/married/cuffed/ballandchained. Mae found Logan at the airport after 2 years of preaching and teaching in the land of Mozambique.

Family pictures will also happen, along with a big open house. Woot.
Best part about the whole thing will be the food. Mae makes the best food. I looooove eating at her house. Oh, and Pai's Oreos. If he's willing to share 1 or maybe 5. Hey, I don't have to run it off. I'm saving my curvy curves for a better purpose. A purpose I will talk about after I return from the great green state of Oregon.

A long reprieve from work and school. Hallelujah!

This is exactly what I've needed. :)

Pioneer Day Work

Somedays when M has the day off, he'll buy my lunch and surprise me with flowers. All because I had to work when he had the day off. Sure he bought himself a new bike today and more camping get for this weekend(!), but I'm one lucky girl.
I sure do love that silly hubby of mine!

Missing...

My long hair.
Yep, I just said it. I miss my long locks of blonde flowing thick hair. I miss being able to actually do it, and look cute.
I don't miss the baggage that was in my hair. All the old memories, the pains and some of the laughter. I needed a new start, and that's what I got. The new me feel better about being me, especially now that I'm going through some rough, and exciting, changes.
Here's to fast hair growth, and prenatal pills (once I can stomach them).
:)

Thursdays Need to End

Of all the days of the week, I despise Thursday the most. Most people would say that Monday is the most rotten day of the week, but in all honesty, Thursday makes me sick. Not just in a mental way, but a physical way as well. 

You may think I'm joking about Thursday being a terrible day, but I'm not. You see, Monday maybe a dreaded day to go back to living that "realistic" lifestyle that everyone has to eventually get used to, but at least you have something to talk about when you get back to work/school. The weekend can be the highlight of your Monday by describing all the wonderful, or lame, depending on how you decide to spend your weekends (Me? Sleep, sleep, sleep and more sleep. I'll go into more details later about sleep) events you so lavishly partook in. 

Tuesday isn't a bad day. It's the "Okay, I survived my Monday, which isn't that bad of a day, and tomorrow, being Wednesday, is the middle of the week. I can do this" day. You have time to actually be productive, especially when you're at work. And, you still can talk about the weekend, or the latest office/school gossip. Alright, maybe not the "gossip"but the "happenings." Don't want the bosses to figure out that you're quietly talking about the smelly cubicle partner over chat with a few select coworkers. All my Tuesday funs would be ruined if they did. 

Wednesday, possibly my favorite day of the work week, besides Friday of course. I find that Wednesdays are full of promises. Promises that you can make through the week, that your smelly neighbor or the person who has a terrible sense of fashion, can do something about it. They may have even surprised you with better hygiene, who knows. Anything can happen on Wednesday. Plus, your work week is almost complete. Well, half way over, which is good enough for me. 

Thursdays. We'll skip them for now...

Fridays. Sigh. The day everyone looks forward to every Sunday night and Monday morning. This is the day you can really loosen your tie and wear casual clothing to work. You don't have to worry about your performance, because everyone else is slacking. One or two occasional people may have "called in sick" or purposefully took a long weekend. The office is a tad louder than usual, and the atmosphere almost makes you want to get that overtime at work for the week. Almost. 

People gather around to talk about weekend plans, make jokes or just shoot the breeze. Your work load tends to seem lighter on a Friday, and anything that can be pushed to Monday, will be pushed to Monday. Fridays are a heaven sent in the working world. I don't know how I could live without them. 

Saturdays and Sundays are pretty much self explanatory. I don't think I need to divulge in what it is that everyone does with their free time away from their musty cubicle, so I won't. I'll leave that up to your imagination.

Back to Thursday. Thursday has no place. It's not the middle of the week, the beginning or the end. I mean, Tuesday has a better placement than Thursday. You survived all week long to stumble upon Thursday. A day where silence lurks in every corner of the office; where the clicking of keyboard keys drives any sane person up the wall. No amount of coffee can keep you awake on a Thursday. It mocks every sense of the weekend by sadistically taunting you that you haven't reached the weekend yet. You have to endure this painful day with a smile on your face, because if not, all will be lost. You slack on a Thursday, your Friday becomes the worst day of the week with projects, numbers, phone calls, etc; things that could have gotten done during the week, but Thursday had to take your optimistic views on life. 

I'm telling you, Thursday is the most terrible day of the week. I could do without Thursdays. My week wouldn't be ruined if Thursdays happened to decide to take a break from torturing me. Life would be, almost, perfect.