tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47999900274270077482024-02-19T04:33:17.493-08:00Isn't it JolleyJillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16421636475315657761noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799990027427007748.post-66778092650308008192016-06-12T05:45:00.000-07:002016-06-12T05:50:35.599-07:00My newest baby loveOur family expanded to 4 on 6/6/16. Welcome Atticus Davis Jolley. He was named after two incredibly strong father figures: The father in the classic novel "To Kill a Mockingbird" Atticus Finch, And my maternal grandfather Davis Stanger.<br />
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He has been such a sweet baby. We are currently in the typical hazy newborn days of eat, sleep, eat, repeat. I just pray he stays the sweet little man that he is.<br />
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I have been so proud of Emery and how she has adjusted. She is such a loving, sweet, and helpful (maybe too helpful) big sister. She has been a tiny bit more defiant lately but even then she is still very well behaved considering that she is three.<br />
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This past Friday my sister in law Katelyn came over to have fun and take pictures of our little guy and a few with Emery in them as well. I am so obsessed with how they turned out so I thought I would share them here.<br />
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Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16421636475315657761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799990027427007748.post-87668086154830420242014-01-29T21:45:00.001-08:002014-01-29T21:45:39.546-08:00Insecurities are normal, but shouldn't define you<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">As young girl I had the normal insecurities. Bit of course like most I was most embarrassed of my weight. I think biggest reason that I new to even be self conscious about it was because my parents were hard on themselves. As I expressed my insecurities to my mother she got involved by letting me use things like spanks and other body shapers when I would wear certain clothes, encouraged me to eat better, and to try to work out. All of these things I am positive were fully out of love but they just made me feel worse about myself. </span><br />
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Thankfully I have been able to learn to love myself and my body for what it is. My hips are large and after having a babe I now have a little tummy. But I love myself more now than when I was at my thinnest. In fact when I was my largest, aka pregnant, I think I felt the very best about myself. Yeah I know that I could lose some weight to be healthier, but I also have come to realize that no matter how thin I am I have curves.<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">One of my new years resolutions was to become more active. My biggest reason for this really isn't so that I can lose weight, however it would be a nice benefit, is mostly because I want my little girl to live an active life style as well. To know that it is good to be out not on the couch and to live yourself. I am not perfect in thinking that I am constantly a hot momma. I have my days when I feel down on myself. I just hope that I can not say my insecurities so much to my children to make them turn in to their own... If that makes any sense</span><br />
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Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16421636475315657761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799990027427007748.post-8181333288675300122014-01-12T20:11:00.001-08:002014-01-12T20:11:26.228-08:00For the kids<p dir="ltr">Today I have Been reflecting on a rather dark period in my life. Not that I did anything bad or wrong but it was just very depressing. When I was 16 on the first day or school for my junior year, I found out that my parents were divorcing.... Great first day of school huh? I don't need to go in to the details but I became very depressed and honestly didn't know why. I had great friends, parents who loved me, was on an amazing cheer team (yeah I was a cheerleader,) but I was just so deeply sad. After some counseling I realized that even with all of the good in my life I still had some big reasons to be feeling off.<br>
Thankfully I was able to get myself sorted, and also thankfully I stayed a good girl who didn't make any stupid mistakes. I am who I am today because of all that I went through and am much stronger for it. <br>
The reason I have reflected on these hard memories is because a family member has decided to get a divorce. I'm sure both sides are at fault. And honestly no matter what either one has done to each other it won't stop my love for the both of them. Yes it might taint my opinion but I love both of them without end. They have a couple children and right now all I can is think about them. It physically pains me to think about what those sweet children are going through because I know almost exactly what they are going through. I just want the best for them and I love them so much.<br>
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Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16421636475315657761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799990027427007748.post-39725434284415679952014-01-11T18:59:00.000-08:002014-01-11T18:59:05.363-08:00Sick, miserable, and tired, but still pretty awesome<div style="text-align: center;">
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This week has been hard. It started off pretty normal. normal baby, normal job, normal health. And then Wednesday came and my baby was sick. Fever, throwing up *that might have been self induced though from crying so hard,* teething, a cold...the whole bit. But as is the life of a parent you take care of them, stay up at night for them, and go on with your routine. In the back of my head, or should I say throat, I could feel the twinge of something coming for me. I ignored it though in true parent fashion hoping it would just go away if I ignored it. It didn't go away. I woke up that next morning more exhausted than I had been since the last time I got sick. so I spent the next day trying to get myself some rest, while taking care of a still very sick baby. in other words I didn't get any rest. by Friday I was still spent. I sent a text to my supervisor at work and let her know I wouldn't be in. after waking up two hours after I usually wake up I was feeling a bit more rested took a Dayquil and decided that maybe I could just go to work late that way I wouldn't have to spend my entire Saturday at work trying to do catch up. right now i am so thankful that i did go.</div>
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it was one of the hardest days I have had at work in a long time. and that says something. not in the fact that anyone was particularly mean or rude that I talked to (which is a miracle by itself because my job is known for having to talk to really rude people at times) but it was so long and I felt like I was going to die from still being sick. but it put things in perspective for me. as I was working I chatted with one of my coworkers and complained that it was the first time that I had been at work past 2 pm in over a year (besides a short training period but i don't count that for some reason.) then i thought about it and it just seemed crazy to say because before becoming a mom I would stay at work making up my time for sometimes 11+ hours in one day, and for some reason this 8 hour day felt harder to me. that was when I realized how good I have it. Yeah, I have always known how blessed I am with my job situation but it really hit me then. since emery was born I have been given the opportunity to work for only 6.5 hours per day which allows me to work less and still get the benefits of a completely full time worker, AND i get off work at 12:30 almost daily. I was given the chance to see what it is like to be a " normal" working mom and not to be able to see my daughter until after 5 pm which killed me. it is well known that emery is sort of an obsession of mine, not in a creepy way just in a normal I'm her mother way. I feel that i have just been taking for granted the fact that i get to spend an ample amount of time with my daughter that most women really don't get to do and I hope that I don't forget it.</div>
thankfully i was able to be home in time to enjoy one of my proudest mommy moments so far. emery said her first sentence. so here's the back story. she was in her high chair eating some gold fish and sipping some water as my father in law went in to the pantry and got himself a gummy snack. as he passed by she blurted out as clear as day "BAPA!," which she has never really even tried to address him with a verbal word, and it was pretty darn close to grandpa. she then pointed to the gummies in his hand signed for eat, signed for please, and then nodded. so if you put that all together in a sentence she said "Grandpa! I want your gummy to eat please....yes" OK, well she didn't really use more than one word, 2 esl signs, and one obvious gesture but i swear to you anyone watching her would have understood what she wanted. we started teaching her some basic signs when she was about 6 months. mostly because i think it is adorable when kids sign/say please, and because the baby Einstein signing video that we got as a gift is the only thing she will sit still and watch for more than negative two seconds. (PS thank you LeComte girls for the awesome gift!!!!!) we haven't been too consistent at it but apparently she has been understanding it because for the last few months she has been very good at saying please, food, milk, all done, and more....like i said its not a lot, but its more than I thought she would have picked up on since we haven't been too avid at trying to teach her. kids really do pay more attention to what is going on around them than we give them credit to. she has also been saying more words. so far she says dada, mamma (when she's sad mostly,) thank you, please, nana aka banana and probably some more but I'm having a brain fart right now. giddy doesn't even come close to explain how I had felt in that moment when she used gestures, ESL, and a fairly real word all at the same time. at the same time a part of me wants to discredit what she did because in all reality it could have just been an accident and she doesn't realize what an awesome thing it is that she did, but I'm not going to. for now i am just going to toot my child's little tiny horn because i think she is awesome.<br />
That being said I wore myself out so hard from working yesterday, and i didn't even mention my almost complete lack of sleep that I didn't go in to work today as i had promised myself i would do. but it was good for me to actually be able to take the time to relax and start to feel better.Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16421636475315657761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799990027427007748.post-36329278968445103782013-12-27T06:28:00.001-08:002013-12-27T06:55:05.682-08:00Portlandia<p dir="ltr">When I found out that I was going to have almost the entire week off for Christmas we decided that we should do something irresponsible but so fun. Stephens first choice was to go to Sanfran Ca  which I was totally down for until he revealed his hidden agenda to go to the BYU football game. Then we thought about going to visit my mother and make it a surprise. We enlisted the help of my stepfather to make sure she was at the right place at the right time. Thankfully they were headed to Portland to visit my aunt and uncle. It is so much cheaper to fly to Portland than to go to Medford. I looooove Portland. Always have always will. It was Stephens and Emery's first time here and Emery's first airplane ride. <br>
It took everything for me to keep this secret. You see my mother and I are stupidly close. I don't call her every day but that's because I know that if I did I would get too depressed from missing her so much. We got to Portland around six checked in to our hotel then headed to my aunt Julie house. To say that we surprised them was an  understatement. I wish that we had caught it on video. <br>
Next on the list of things to do:<br>
See my high school bff's Lacey Price and Lulu. Voodoo doughnuts, Cafe yumm,<br>
Maybe multinoma falls, Shop shop shop, The fabulous Alexandra Lovin Curran's reception, See a movie and spend so much time with family that it's disgusting<br>
I just love this place though. It's a huge city but to me it feels so homey since it's like your still in a forest. Between the trees, shopping, family, friends, and hippies there's not much that I can't love here. Oh and the weather! Coming from 12 degrees as the high for a lot of days in the winter in utah I have been so stinking warm in this 40 plus weather. It has been very foggy, but did you know that I looooove fog? It's so mystical and pretty. Can you tell that I'm so content in this city. If only we could find Stephen a job here I think it could be the perfect place for us. Hint hint to anyone out there looking for a super awesome marketing newcomer named Stephen Jolley!!!</p>
Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16421636475315657761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799990027427007748.post-83352668972640841182013-11-23T23:09:00.001-08:002013-11-24T11:04:03.455-08:00It's November...I'm thankful<div dir="ltr">
Last week my husband's youngest sister Kirstie, who was prego, was put on bed rest for having signs of toxemia. It was a bit nerve racking since it seemed that the doctors office was taking it a little to easy going in my opinion. This Monday, her birthday, she went in to see how she was doing and was told that she needed to be induced as soon as possible. After hours of waiting for hours to hear if she was going to be induced that day she got a call telling her that they would wait an extra two days so that the babe would be technically considered full term. (By the way it is not OK to leave a pregnant nervous woman hanging when you tell get that she is probably going to be induced that day.) Any who on Wednesday little Scottie Noel Andersen was born and she is so perfect. She was born 6lbs 12oz, healthy lungs and just everything that we prayed for. For being three weeks early she is bigger than Emery was born a week Past her due date. I know I'm gushing about her so much but I swear I'm not baby hungry, I just love babies so much and Especially when they are related to me. <br />
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Tonight I had the opportunity to go to my beautiful cousin Alexandra's bridal shower. Can I just tell you how much I love her?! Well it's a lot. Growing up we weren't so close and I'll be honest I was a big reason for that. For some reason I thought I was better than her. I don't know what I was thinking cause she's awesome. I love getting together with family and even extended family. They understand my sense of humor and know why i am the way i am. Anyway, it was a great time, and I'm so excited for her to start this new journey in life. <br />
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This year has been full of trials but the blessings have out weighed them. I always knew that I was blessed to be married into an amazing family but this year has proved it. When I had to go back to work after maternity leave my mother in law Karen stepped in to baby sit every day while I was at work and Stephen was in school and working. When she wasn't able to baby sit Stephens sister Kate didn't miss a beat and would fill in. (Can I just say that when I met Kate when Stephen and I started dating it scared me that Stephen and I would break up because I get along so well with her.) <br />
This summer we decided to bight the bullet and get Stephen done with school as soon add possible. This meant that he has had to dedicate this fall semester to school alone because he has been taking 18 credit hours so that he can be finished by the end of spring semester. Can I get a Hallelujah?! However this meant that I would be the soul provider for income which was/is quite daunting to think about. However after we prayed about it and felt at peace with the decision things started to fall in to place. My job had allowed me to set my schedule so that I still am technically a full time employee so I get all of the benefits but I am able to get off work at 12:30 pm so I can still feel like a full time mother to my little girl. Plus I got a raise which I can't complain about. Obviously we have had to cut our spending which sadly had to include our beloved basement apartment. We had enough saved up to be able to stay till our lease was up. Stephens parents once again stepped in and saved the day by offering us to live in their two bedrooms downstairs at their home. We had to downsize a lot and put so much stuff in storage (I can't believe how much stuff you can accumulate,) but it feels right for now. <br />
I've already talked about how much more homesick I have become since I have become a mom in a previous post, but I believe that it has brought me even closer to my parents ironically. This year my mom has come out to see us more times than she ever has since we have been married. not that Emery was the reason she has come out so much but it had been so amazing to have my mom around more even if it is just for a few days every few months. <br />
I have had better relationships with both of my parents and am so blessed to be their daughter. I have always had an easy relationship with my mom. She just gets me. like I've said before we never went through the dreaded "I hate you" teenage stage. She always seems to know the right thing to say, and how to make me see reason. She's the best shopping partner a girl could ask for. She's always been mom first but best friend close behind. </div>
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My relationship with my father was not always so easy. For one I have always Been a fairly girly girl. Don't get me wrong I could take care of myself when it came to fighting with all brothers, but none the less I was born with pink glitter running through my veins. I think my dad just wanted me to enjoy the things that he did such as camping, cooking, and fishing to name a few but I Just don't have a huge interest in any of those things. Finally at 16 I was fed up with getting camping gear every year for my birthday and gave my dad a specific list of things that would be suitable to get me for gifts and a tent, cot, wool socks or sleeping bag was not on the list. In the last few years I've had issues that I have worked through with our relationship. I have realized that my dad is who he is and I can't change it and I wouldn't want to because I love him for who he is. <br />
All of the changes and trials, however difficult, have made me realize how important family is and has grown me closer to them in many ways. But I can't wait for Stephen to be done with school. </div>
Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16421636475315657761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799990027427007748.post-57406613740256210902013-10-21T20:39:00.001-07:002013-10-21T20:46:14.388-07:00Emery Collen Jolley 10/21/12 <p dir="ltr"><u>A</u> year ago today at about this time, 8:30 pm, I was sitting in a hospital bed after laboring for about ten hours and I was still only at maaaaybe 3 centimeters. Everyone was saying that I would probably my baby the next day. But they were also a little worried about our little girls heart rate dropping a bit whenever I had a contraction. My sister (in law) Katelyn was the only one saying, guys we just have to know that she is going to come before midnight and it will happen. Pretty soon I started to feel a little pressure, which soon turned into feeling the contractions... which if you have an epidural shouldn't happen. Apparently I had used up all of the juice through out the long day and my epidural wore off. Pretty much as soon as the epidural wore off I started REALLY feeling pressure. So they checked me and i was at 5 centimeters within an hour. About 30 minutes after that, and Sorry for anyone who gets weird about bowel movements, I seriously felt like I was going to poop right there and then with my mother, mother in law, father in law,  brother, sister in laws, and brother in law all right there in the room.  When I told the nurse how I was feeling they ushered everyone (besides Stephen) out of the room to check me and I had progressed to ten REALLY fast. Everyone came in wished us luck and then add they were sent out to wait in the waiting room I was told that I would be pushing for about 2 hours. However at 10:41 pm after only 3 contractions I had delivered my 6lb 6ploz tiny Emery <u>Colleen</u>. She had her cord wrapped around her neck twice, which is why her heart rate kept dropping, so Stephen didn't get to cut it. It might have been the hormones, endorphins, or a combination of the two but I couldn't help but cry. Even covered in goo I loved her. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I always knew I wanted to be a mom. When people would ask what I wanted to be when I grew up I would always say that I wanted to be one. And I really love babies, especially ones that I am related to. I just figured I would love her like that. But it is so much more. It's more than I could try to explain. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Not only did I fall in love with my girl but I fell more in love with my husband as I watched him mold into a dad. I knew he would be a good dad because of the love that he has for his nephews. That being said I didn't know just how hands on he would be. Even though he almost pukes with every poopy diaper, he still changes them. Since I wake up at the butt crack of dawn he has started to take over the midnight  wake ups, which thankfully only happen once and a while now. He constantly wants to hold, play, and be with her. I am so thankful that I married him, and that I married into his family.</p>
<p dir="ltr">They have been there for us almost every day for the past year in one way or another. Considering that they live only around the corner makes that pretty easy to do though. When I went back to work after my maternity leave mother in law started watching Emery every day without hesitation. When my mother in law wasn't available my sister in law always has been there to fill in. </p>
<p dir="ltr">And last but not least my own mother who I strive to be and love like every day. She has always been there for me, and if she couldn't be then I know that she really really wishes that she could be. When she can she drops what she is doing to talk to me, give me advice and to just listen to me when I'm scared or upset. She has always my best friend. And I truly hope that I can have that same relationship with Emery. I miss her so much all of the time. I wish that I could see her more than just a few times a year. It breaks my heart that she can't share the sweet moments with me and my little family whenever I want to. I know that I can be a little annoying with how many videos and pictures I post on Facebook and <br>
Instagram but I just don't want my family in Oregon to miss anything. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Happy birthday to you miss Emmie-Lou. I didn't know that I could love someone so much before you came along.<br></p>
<p dir="ltr">Added a few if my favorite photos from this past <u>year</u><br>
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Your sister in law finds out what her baby is. (even if it's the day after your real birthday</p>
<p>2. You have brownies and ice cream rather than cake. Yes, i don't like cake.</p>
<p>3. You get to spend your time at church with a bunch of cute toddlers rather than teaching pre teens. (not that i don't like the kids, i just really hate teaching)</p>
<p>4. You get amazingly sweet chubby cheeked baby snuggles.</p>
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I love the forth of July and this country. Im happy to live in thus country</p>
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And every year there is a couple making out next to us. TRADITION!</p>
<p>like my sneaking a creepy picture of them with my baby in the <u>foreground</u></p>
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A lot of things have been changing for us, and it will be better for us in the long run, but for right now it is just very tough to deal with. Most of the time i try to keep my cheery disposition, but deep down i just miss my family, hate working, am so tired, and want nothing more than to be with my little girl. <br>
I really wish that i could spin this post to be more up beat but i don't really know if i can. At least i have an amazing husband who is trying his hardest to help provide and finish school quickly so that i don't have to go through with this for much longer. I don't know what i would do without him. I also have the best mother that i could ask for, which is probably why i miss her so much. Before emery was born i could in a way ignore my feelings of missing my family so much and just live life, but now i just wish that they could see her grow and watch all of the new things that she can do. <br>
Sorry for the sad ranting. Just thought I would get a few of my thoughts out of my mind.</p>
Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16421636475315657761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799990027427007748.post-86947266358424956812013-06-30T18:13:00.001-07:002013-06-30T19:06:48.298-07:00Baby Emery<p>There are so many people who i love who are rarely ever, or have never been able to see my baby girl in person who mean so much to me. I hadn't updated this blog since we announced that we were even having a baby so i figure i might as well start now. Don't get your hopes up that i will keep it up. I seem to get too busy with other things that i neglect this blog. Here its our little love Emery Colleen Jolley.
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Honestly I keep my blog going so that I can keep up on my
friends who are pretty amazing at posting. You see I would rather read than
post. But alas, the biggest thing to rock this little family of two's world has
happened.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">WE'RE EXPECTING A BABY! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">It's pretty exciting, and still kind of surreal. I have been
very blessed so far with an insanely easy pregnancy, knock on wood, <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>which is why we were able to keep it a secret
for so long. I am now 18 1/2 weeks and finally made it "Facebook
Official," haha. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">For a few days I had been feeling weird. Not sick, just
weird. My period had been a little weird for a few months so it didn't surprise
me too much when I was a few days late since I had been having the normal
sign's of the flow coming. Ya know moody, bloated, and other norms. Since we
had started trying kind of in December/January I took a test after just about
2-3 days late. Negative. Then I another few days in the wee hours of the
morning (around 4 am,) I took a second test cause I really, really had to go,
and....POSITIVE! I climbed back into bed, and couldn't hold it in so shook
Stephen awake and told him, "Babe, I'm pregnant." He said
"really? wow." He paused bit longer, then asked "aren't you
going to get ready for work." I laughed, "No it’s only 4." Then
he rolled back over, and asked "why couldn't you have told me in a couple
hours? Now I can't sleep" Haha, I love him.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">We told our families the day that we found out. I went to
work, but was just too distracted so I went home early. Stephen has a weird
work schedule so he doesn't work during the day that often, and that day was no
exception. I wanted to wait until Valentine’s Day to do something cute, but
Stephen just couldn't wait to tell his mom. (He really, really loves her.
Probably his best of best friend, but isn't that how it is supposed to be? If I
ever don't know where he is, and he can't feel/hear his phone ringing I call
his parents house, his mom, or his sister Kate. However that is another story
and this one’s about our little one who is on the way.) You see his amazing
grandmother passed away the month before in January, and his mom was feeling
understandably pretty down. We were in the car on our way to Zupas, and he made
his argument. "Can we please tell my mom, I just know that it will make
her so happy?" After a little bit longer I agreed, and we told her on our
way to Target. Then he couldn't wait to tell his sisters. So we went to the
mall, and at Coldstone he took his newborn nephew, and said "I will really
need the practice." They didn't get the hint, until we blatantly said that
we are having a baby. His sister Kate called his dad, who was on a mans trip
with some family. So pretty much everyone in Stephens’s entire family found out
in just a very short amount of time, and we hadn't even been able to tell my
parents. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Like I said before I have had a very easy pregnancy so far.
I was only sick for about a week, which was perfectly timed around flu season,
and an air quality issue at work. So I was able to hide leaving work, or not
coming in without looking too suspicious. Also my stomach has not gotten too
much bigger yet. I just look a bit thicker. For these reasons we were able to
keep it a pretty good secret from our friends, and especially my friends in
Oregon. There were a few that we couldn't wait to tell namely Riley/Kelsey
Mauch, Kyle Treece, Karli Riddle Johnson, and my friend from work Stephanie and
maybe a couple more. Other than that, we were pretty quiet about it until our
first ultrasound appointment when we told a few more friends, and if people
asked about it we would tell the truth, but nothing too extensive. Finally this
week at our last ultrasound appointment when we found out what we are having (A
GIRL) is when we really let it out. A lot of people at work who I deal with on
a daily basis didn't even know, and asked if it was a joke when I put a sign up
on my cubicle about it. Nope not a joke, there is definitely a baby in this
belly. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">When it came to thinking about gender, I just didn't want to
be hopeful one way or another because I did not want to be disappointed. There
are pros and cons to both, and I know that I would be just as ecstatic if we
were having a boy. Other people had their opinions. Kate has a way to see what
the gender is before the ultrasound. Technically it is 70% correct, but it has
yet to fail. It may sound a little gross, but you pee on top of some baking
soda. If it fizz/foams it’s a boy, if nothing happens it’s a girl. Guess what
it did when I tried this test, nothing at all, not even a little fizzle. So
from then on Stephen's entire family said it was a girl. My dad is funny, and
said that we were having a boy since there are SO many boys on my side of the
family; I am the only girl of 5 children in my family. I laughed when my dad
said that, and reminded him that the woman does have a little to do with the
gender; she does not create the sperm.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">We have had so many blessings come our way since we found
out about the baby. We moved from the basement of our friends the Riddles to
have a two bedroom apartment. It was a little sad since it was the first place
that we lived in since getting married, and they had treated us very well. Plus
it will be a bummer that I won't know exactly when their kids come in from out
of town just by the sound of their granddaughter Alea's loud running. Or be
able to just be a stairway away when my best friend Karli comes to town.
However, when we found our new place we knew we just had to jump on it. It is
just a little bit more expensive, but not nearly out of our price range, and
has plenty of space/rooms/cabinetry/storage. It is just a few blocks down from
Stephens’s parent’s house, and is in their ward. It will be very convenient
especially when I inevitably have to go back to work, and they have graciously
said they would do some daycare while we are working. It has cut my commute
almost in half, and didn't even affect Stephens. Plus it is in a really good
and safe neighbor hood just down the road from UVU. We just couldn't pass it
up.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">We have both received pretty substantial raises, and Stephen
was even promoted to be the general manager at Classic Fun Center, where he has
worked off and on since he was about 17. Time and hard work really do pay off. Since my last post, which was FOREVER ago, I got a new job at a law firm. It's not doing hair, but it pays almost double what I was making doing hair alone, and I have received quite a few raises since I started. I have picked up some extra clients from friends who I work with. Plus I am able to do hair on the side still. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">We were already blessed to have our own amazing parents who
love us so much. I am very thankful to get along so well with his family that I
am able to go over there, and just be a part of the family. And Stephen fits in
perfectly with mine. Already his mom Karen, sisters Katelyn, and Kirstie are
planning a baby shower. My mom and dad have made plans to come out here while I
am pregnant, for the birth, and for the blessing. Also my dad was very
gracious, and got us airline tickets to go out to Oregon in July. When I think
about all of our blessings the stupid hormones that are raging inside of me
make me fight back tears. Not that we aren't having our trials, but the
blessings are outweighing them by far. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">We are so excited to welcome our little girl into our life.
It is scary at times, but I already know that I have never loved anyone more
than this little one inside of me.</span></div>
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<br />So yay for friends having babys. And guess what I guessed that he was going to be a him. :) and I love HIM already :)
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<br />This is for baby boy Mauch. If your parents were to die, and you had no family in the world to take you, your uncle Stephen and I would take you and put you in the little cupboard under the stairs and make you our little servant until you found out that you had magical powers. Just like in Harry Potter. Not really but we would love you and you would become our own little boy.
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<br />I love you little boy,
<br />Your godmother.
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<br />(ps this is for you)Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16421636475315657761noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799990027427007748.post-63663552828117464612010-11-16T20:28:00.000-08:002010-11-16T20:56:31.441-08:00I've been MARKEDwell not really marked but my husbands best friends wife (hbfw for short, I don't know why I like to explain how I know her. She is MY friend either way ha ha) tagged me in her post. So I must do it too. Plus they are kinda fun<br /><br /><br />four shows i watch:<br />1. glee<br />2. wizards of waverly place (it's so funny!)<br />3. heroes. (its been over for a while but i've been really sick with nothing to do so i am hooked<br />4. gilmore girls. I love abc family<br /><br />four things i'm passionate about:<br />1. my husband<br />2. my religion<br />3. my family<br />4. hair<br /><br />four phrases i say a lot:<br />1. you know what i mean<br />2. your such a dork (to stephen<br />3. so how's your day going (its an easy way to start conversations)<br />4. so where you from? (same as above)<br /><br />four things i've learned from the past:<br />1. If I say i don't want something/something to happen. it usually will<br />2. I am a little obsessive. once i am hooked on something it is really hard for me to stop<br />3. saving money is better then spending it just to make yourself feel good. but i really love retail therapy<br />4. if you ask for something, and have faith,you will get an answer. it just may not be the one that you want. or the way you think you will get it. so be careful<br /><br />four places i would like to go:<br />1. hawaii<br />2. nyc<br />3. oregon, in general<br />4. on a cruise to the Mediterranean(spell check)<br /><br />four things i did yesterday:<br />1. slept<br />2. did the dishes, it was a big deal<br />3. was sick<br />4. watched heroes<br /><br />four things i am looking forward to:<br />1. losing weight...it will happen some day<br />2. my hair to grow<br />3. not to be sick<br />4. christmas<br /><br />four things i love about winter:<br />1. the first real snow. and then it can go away<br />2. when my nose hairs freeze<br />3. being freezing<br />4. i don't actually like winter<br /><br />four things on my wish list:<br />1. a sewing machine<br />2. a ticket to oregon<br />3. to see my family for the holidays<br />4. all my familys presents to be done:)<br /><br />four people i tag:<br />1. katelynn isle<br />2. kayleigh farel<br />3. kelsey mauch (even tho she already did this)<br />4. knatalie holbrook (had to put a k at the beginning because it had to follow suite)Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16421636475315657761noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799990027427007748.post-16660965023774197892010-11-08T17:53:00.000-08:002010-11-08T18:04:20.913-08:00Family photo'sAfter Sunday dinner at my In-laws we went down to the Provo river, found a really cool tree and took some pictures down on the banks. I love the family that I married into. They are sweet, funny, and kinda crazy which makes them my favorite people.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV9GG1zQhbFj1p9qD-nTSNlhsEsAwcYIpupsp0QouY0bOe7I9zDPl2lBJslZpNx3NefvjUaxk5t2TZaAdZwv2GASiniCJd00FgLfTOqiCNgqrUFcBtqdIEhMu_AOrUdgS3QYuiRV5Dyg/s1600/family4.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV9GG1zQhbFj1p9qD-nTSNlhsEsAwcYIpupsp0QouY0bOe7I9zDPl2lBJslZpNx3NefvjUaxk5t2TZaAdZwv2GASiniCJd00FgLfTOqiCNgqrUFcBtqdIEhMu_AOrUdgS3QYuiRV5Dyg/s320/family4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537364728933975618" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD7bjxINY0lL1HzMSXRKl3fqUS_Zv_1xbgQqdkC0nxrt1NlJx1ZzMy9ARROtCYMHEXWYOv6cpeN9SwIjI6RXSOe9StTn-Ra4I3Wcc-CjFvoUDdtQVjA8g4VT5YVkUZF_q_8Kw0HF0IpQ/s1600/family3.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD7bjxINY0lL1HzMSXRKl3fqUS_Zv_1xbgQqdkC0nxrt1NlJx1ZzMy9ARROtCYMHEXWYOv6cpeN9SwIjI6RXSOe9StTn-Ra4I3Wcc-CjFvoUDdtQVjA8g4VT5YVkUZF_q_8Kw0HF0IpQ/s320/family3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537364723275324002" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK9zzdQxDRAvrZ1YQamfE0aoCAWkSqySBnmwB0LueNppOBGVYr43cJ3DKQpEFGBEs_lnHt1BO72DIOjGUoAxaNvbL5kmxil6pbm2_MYx_-nBXwody5aPqCtwJBdg1tPax9jikdJgltiw/s1600/family2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK9zzdQxDRAvrZ1YQamfE0aoCAWkSqySBnmwB0LueNppOBGVYr43cJ3DKQpEFGBEs_lnHt1BO72DIOjGUoAxaNvbL5kmxil6pbm2_MYx_-nBXwody5aPqCtwJBdg1tPax9jikdJgltiw/s320/family2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537364719913131058" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrhyVi9W0yVhgeua6rvKLy0Z6QhTzVgyZOMVERTbIwLRBFeQOKFD5gs5qokcUnZl69ZzEk1m8YEAwrf0a3W1RznjPALgBkJQdsmEqtlnIxNhdQNmUHtIjKh6zDh3RHvmdDZTZzkj3UZA/s1600/family.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 288px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrhyVi9W0yVhgeua6rvKLy0Z6QhTzVgyZOMVERTbIwLRBFeQOKFD5gs5qokcUnZl69ZzEk1m8YEAwrf0a3W1RznjPALgBkJQdsmEqtlnIxNhdQNmUHtIjKh6zDh3RHvmdDZTZzkj3UZA/s320/family.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537364453954734066" /></a>Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16421636475315657761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799990027427007748.post-8301280082315098972010-09-20T20:58:00.000-07:002010-09-20T21:23:23.213-07:00I love to shop...but?Should there be a but after that statement?<br />I love almost everything about it. <br />-The smell<br />-The work out:)<br />-The therapy<br />BUT not when you don't have money which is the predicament that we are in right now. We just bought our first car and are adjusting to the new payments.<br />Today for family home evening my lovely husband said "Lets go to the mall." So I didn't say no. That would just be silly.<br />As soon as we walk onto the sidewalk in front of the mall he says, "now why did agree to this?" with a sheepish smile. Oh I do love him.<br />So we walked. That's pretty much all we did. I admired the jackets in buckle and he dreamed of owning the tony hawk game with the skate board as the controler, which does sound kinda cool don't you think. We went to Macy's and sprayed ourselves with some fufu. I smell divinely like Juicy Couture and he is hot in Dolce and Gabana's "THE ONE"...mmm such a sexy smell. <br />And as soon as i was about to start walking to my biggest temptation (<i>a darling little store called Boheme</i>) Stephen turned me in the opposite direction towards Cold Stone. I said, you want cold stone? (<i>you see he doesn't care for ice cream, only I do in this family</i>) He said, "Well I thought you did" "No, but now that you put it in my mind I do now!" So we bought the one thing in the mall we could afford, a bigger waistline:)<br /><br />SHOUT OUT!: My best friend Emily who lives on the other side of the country just had her first baby! YAY little boy Rilee (<i>I think that's how they decided to spell it</i>)<br />anyways I'm a terrible friend and we hardly keep in touch, but I do think of her almost daily and am just elated that shes starting a family. I love her so much. and her son is just to die for!Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16421636475315657761noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799990027427007748.post-7025046898912565442010-07-14T20:53:00.001-07:002010-07-14T20:58:47.543-07:00Don't you hate it when...<center>I was just about at the end a very well written blog about my birthday and then it was all deleted when I absent mindedly tired to look something up on google.
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<br />I hope that I am not the only one that this has happened to, and that it brings joy to everyone who knows me and knows that I'm a little ditzy.
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<br />Goodnight all
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<br />And happy birthday to me!
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<br />Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16421636475315657761noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799990027427007748.post-65138812969144647652010-07-10T23:37:00.001-07:002010-07-11T00:15:54.699-07:00Gossip at work<center>
<br /> So today I was sitting at work talking with my girlfriends and the conversation of their weddings came up. (a very normal thing I might add.) But this time it was cause they were unsure if they really wanted their parents to even be there which was the weirdest thing to me. That hadn't been a thought when I was coming up with my guest list, my parents were naturally at the top of my list along with their spouses. This was when I realized just how good I had it when it comes to my family. Yea my parents might not get along the best but they love me without thought.
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<br /> There was even a time when they were both fighting to HAVE me. That was a very hard period in my life but now that I look back on it it makes me really realize that they love me enough to fight for me, and as weird as it may sound, it warms my heart.
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<br /> My mom is my best friend. Not that my dad and I aren't super close, my mom and I just have a different kind of bond. One of my most fond memories was as a high school girl was going up to Eugene Oregon to see my brother and his family. While we were there my mom and I had a girls night at a hotel near my brothers house. We went to the store cracking jokes along the way that made our belly's hurt so badly from laughing. On our way in my mom told me, "I'm so glad to have a daughter that's my best friend." As I told this story to my girlfriends at work they said that they envied me for what I had.
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<br /> Gossip can be good sometimes, it made me remember something so important in life.
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<br /><center><strong>Family.</strong>
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<br />Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16421636475315657761noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799990027427007748.post-86260064787538336062010-06-18T23:15:00.000-07:002010-06-18T23:20:35.670-07:00I miss Oregon-I miss the green.<br />-I miss the rivers.<br />-I miss my grand parents back yard.<br />-I miss the smell.<br />-I miss driving on the parkway at sundown.<br />-I miss my mothers house.<br />-I miss my fathers house.<br />-Mostly I miss my family. No matter how much they can bug me, I will always miss them above allJillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16421636475315657761noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799990027427007748.post-56161202904812530762010-06-15T20:58:00.000-07:002010-06-15T20:59:58.267-07:00Since this is my first post I thought I would share a bit about myself.<br /><br />After 2 years of dating I married Stephen <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Jolley</span> on Feb 20 2010. And that officially made me Jillian <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Jolley</span>. You can call me Jilly <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Jolley</span>. No not really I like Jillian, or Jill, Take your pick.<br /><br />I am a hair dresser. I love it. I tell the same story to about 9 people every day: I am from the south west corner or Oregon. Yes I left beautiful green Oregon for brown/red beautiful but a different beautiful Utah to go to school. No not <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">BYU</span> or <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">UVU</span> but cosmetology school, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Bon</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Losee</span> to be exact. No I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">didn't</span> come here to get married I actually thought I was going to be going on a year and a half mission for my church when I turned 21. That was <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">until</span> I met my hubs and my 21st birthday came and went and I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">didn't</span> go on a mission but got married instead. Go figure. Yes <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">marriage</span> is everything I thought it would be. But I guess that just means that I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">wasn't</span> so dumb as other people Ive known who think that getting married will just make life so much better. Mind you it is wonderful, why <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">wouldn't</span> I want to spend the rest of my life with my best friend?<br /><br />One of my biggest joys in my job is doing <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">children's</span> hair cuts who cut their own hair first. It is just the funniest thing ever.<br /><br />I belong to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. (you could even sing that line if you really felt like it. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">I'm</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error">ok</span> with it. Its a cute little ditty anyways) or as some people like to call us Mormon, but you could just call us <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error">lds</span> its a little more <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">PC</span>. And I love it.<br /><br />I’d love to tell more but its past time for bed, NIGHT!Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16421636475315657761noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799990027427007748.post-52319180869923028582010-05-04T22:14:00.000-07:002010-09-20T21:49:02.033-07:00My love (Stephen Jolley)<div> So, I am recently a married woman. I must say I love it. It's not too much different from before we were married. I mean really, what could change after spending pretty much every waking moment with a person over about 2 years? I wonder what people think sometimes when they get married? That he will miraculously WANT to watch TLC with me? I'm ok with that, I'll only watch the Jazz willingly. Any other team will be whined at until the channel is changed:)</div>
<br /><div>I once had an ex co-worker tell me that our manager really thought that things would change once they were married. That things in life would suddenly become so much better. Not to say that am more mature then this girl (except that I am, and I call her a girl because she was a terrible manager who acted more like a 15 year old on a power trip then anything) but I just wasn't quite so unaware of the fact that marriage is hard. </div>
<br /><div> Any who the point of this post is not to be negative in anyway. But what I really wanted to talk about was my awesome husband</div>
<br /><div> We met in early spring of 2008. He had just gotten off an LDS</span> mission in San Jose Cal, and we had mutual friends who were dating (and are now married...go figure its Provo) My dear friend Jennifer told me she really wanted to set her boyfriend Ryan's friend (Stephen) up on a date with someone and I was willing to go on the blind date. It was free food after all, and being a poor cosmetology student I was all sorts of down with having some free food. There was one thing I noticed though. "Jolley is that like a nickname or his real name?" I asked Jen. "I think that's his last name. Actually not sure what his first name is." She responded. I stopped walking and a light bulb went off in my head "You realize that if things work out with this kid that my name would be Jillian Jolley.That's almost as bad as Julia Gulia." And go figure things did work out. Not on our first date. That was pretty disastrous to be honest. He stood me up. I went and hung out with other guy friends and then Jen Ryan and Stephen ended up going over to those guy friends apt where we ended up watching a very dumb movie that neither of us can remember the name. Except Stephen likes to call it Rumpelstiltskin. I had purple hair so he thought I was "wild" and he was an RM so I thought he was awkward. Like i said it was a disastrous first date. </div>
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<br /><div>I went home to the GORGEOUS state of Oregon for my brothers wedding and really thought nothing of him. Just another Provo Blind Date. When I got back to Utah he was roommates with Ryan and I was roommates with Jen naturally we spent a bit of time together. There was the one day we all decided to tie dye. Jen Ryan I and Eric were going to meet Jolley (as everyone else besides me and Stephens family calls him) at the to get supplies. We took Eric's shiny black Mustang convertible on a crazy drive through Provo into Orem. I had been in a serious accident earlier that year and was thoroughly scared out of my mind from this thrill ride. That day Jolley became my night in shining armor by telling me I could get a ride back into Provo with him. I think that is where my crush began. A little one, nothing significant that's</span> for sure because at the time I was completely smitten with another older and wiser man. likely too old for me too. I was still a Beehive</span> (our churches equivalent</span> to a 12-13 year old girl) when this man went on his mission. The more I got to know Stephen tho the less smitten with the much older and wiser one and the more I grew to care for Mr Stephen Jolley</span>, but that was after quite a while. We both found out that we really don't</span> like PDA</span>. Jen and Ryan were the kind of couple who liked to stare fondly into each others</span> eyes and whisper sweet nothings into each others</span> ears. GAG ME! "Wanna go do something else?" The Knight said to me one day. "YES PLEASE!" </div>
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<br /><div align="center">And we went on our first REAL date.</div>
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<br /><div>I didn't</span> realize at the time that it was a date. I don't</span> think he did either. He asked me what I wanted to do, and I wanted to go on a walk. It was a pretty day at the end of may and very warm so I thought it was appropriate. We hoped into his car which I found odd. We were just going on a walk. Couldn't</span> we just walk around town?Apparently</span> not. We drove for what seemed like forever until we stopped on the side of a mountain</span> 2 cities north of Provo</span>. (But its really not hard to do that when you are in Utah County. I really think that they should just call Orem</span> and Provo</span> Provem</span>, considering there is really no physical distinction between the two city's</span> except a very slight hill.) This wasn't going to be a walk. This was a hike. UGH</span>. I cant quite explain the feelings I used to have about hikes. I had to hike up my hill to get to my house every day from kindergarten</span> until</span> I was a sophomore</span> in high school. I didn't</span> like walking up hill. It makes me sweaty smelly and I just look stupid doing it. That and the only real hike I had ever been on before was up a huge mountain</span> in girls camp that I swore to myself I would never do again. I tried to make and excuse, I was wearing sandals. He thwarted that excuse saying had and extra pair of flip flops in his car the he could wear just to make it fair. So we started our ascent. I tried so hard to hold in the feeling that I was going to die of embarrassment</span>. We were close to the top of our hike and I decided to tell Stephen I was a wimp and couldn't make it any further. </font></div>
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<br /><div align="center">And that is how we began</div>
<br /><div align="center"> I love my husband. I can honestly say that he is my best friend. I'd rather go with him to the tropical islands of Hawaii than with Heath Ledger (Rest in Peace)</span>. Now I say that's</span> love!</div>
<br /><div align="center">I would keep writing about my Stephen Ray but I am going to go work out in the morning and I need some sleep.
<br />I LOVE STEPHEN JOLLEYJillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16421636475315657761noreply@blogger.com0