So Zach finally convinced me to go to Instacare. Turns out I have stomach ulcers. It was actually a wonderful alternative to what I thought it was. Everyone was telling me it was probably my gall bladder or kidney stones/infection. I am actually really grateful, because the thought of getting my gall bladder taken out gives me the creeps. I did have my blood drawn for the first time though. The first phlebotomist came in and after four attempts and no luck, they sent in what Zach called "The Ringer". That's Zach, a sports metaphor for everything. In walks the next phlebotomist, who happens to have an Albert Einstein coif. Serious, his hair was crazy. He asked me NOT to move because I was a "hard stick". I took one look at Zach and we started to laugh. We couldn't stop. You know the kind of laugh when you are holding it in, but your body is still laughing...in motion. The phlebotomist was not so happy with me. He finally stabbed me in the hand and got his blood. Vampire. Then he went on his way.
P.S. I don't know how people inject themselves with drugs or even give themselves insulin shots. It didn't hurt (ok, the one in my hand hurt) but the thought of needles makes me queasy. Hopefully the next shot I get is an epidural when we have our first child. If I am lucky.
30.4.10
29.4.10
My Addiction.
When Zach and I met in Europe, and we went to breakfast....he asked for a Coke and I asked for a Diet Coke. It was like love at first sip. How often do you meet another person that drinks a soda at 8:30 am? Most people would be totally grossed out and say, "How can you DO that?" For Zach and I, it is our beverage of choice at breakfast.
Recently I have been having stomach issues. I have had issues my whole life being lactose intolerant, but in the last few months I have found myself having worse pain in my stomach than ever before. (Nope, not pregnant Mom, sorry.) My doctor recommended that I need to STOP drinking diet coke. STOP? I told him I could CUT DOWN, but not STOP. He thinks this whole Diet Coke thing is either causing me ulcers or aggravating an existing problem.
Yesterday was my FIRST full day in almost four years of not having one bitty sip of DC. I replaced 3 cans of diet coke with SEVEN glasses of water. And as I write this I am on my THIRD.
Hell has frozen over, pigs have flown, and I am officially killing my addiction to DC. Just for the record: if this doesn't help, I am going RIGHT back to my beloved beverage.
18.4.10
Our Adventure at Eva....
About a month ago, I went out with some of my girl friends to Eva in Salt Lake.
Thank you Alison for introducing me, because now Zach loves it as well. They have these french fries tossed in garlic, parmesan, and rosemary....enough said.
I took Zach for the first time Friday night, and ended up having a more eventful night that we both expected. We sit down and order our food. Then, by the time we get our appetizers, these two older women sit down next to us. Now, I have to be careful how I use "older" because they were 55. Old than US is what I mean. They kept staring at our fries as we were eating them. They both had never been there before, obviously, because they were discussing together what they should get to start off. Eva is very quaint, you sit about 1.5 feet away from the tables on either side of you. So it was not like I was eaves dropping, I was just....hearing on my own with no intent to spy. I heard the one woman say, "Those fries look good, should we get some?" They both were in debate. Considering Zach eats like a bird, and I couldn't finish the plate of fries on my own, I picked up the plate and pointed it at their table. I said, "Do you want to try some before you order?" They both looked at me in shock. I think they were pretty hesitant, but they both took one and ate it. Of course they loved it. They said, "Oh my gosh, thank you for offering."
Zach and I continued on with our dinner, talking the entire time. When we go out to eat...we TALK TALK TALK. And NO, it is not just me, Zach talks just as much. After 3 Diet Cokes, I was done for. I had to go to the bathroom desperately. (Once again, small restaurant.) The women's stall was occupied, so I just paced in front of the door for a while. Then I saw a sign that said, "Patio Coming Soon". I walked to the back of the place and saw their patio they were fixing up for the warmer months. I got caught up, and remember I had to go to the bathroom SO badly. I walked back and it was open. After my turn, I went back to our table. As I approached Zach, I saw him chatting with the older ladies next to him. No surprise. I sit down and they were laughing at Zach. Zach says, "Katie, guess who this is?" I gave him a confused look. He says, "Susan Loveridge."
This is a name I have seen on my work's caller ID for WEEKS. Apparently, we did the cabinetry in her house. It was also published in a recent issue of Utah Style and Design. Charlee Smith, a woman I work with, designed it. Apparently Susan is the Vice President at Merrill Lynch. As in....Number Two. I told her that I had heard her name and seen her job going through production in our shop. She didn't want to talk about that, she immediately started asking me questions about Zach and I. How wonderful it was to have met in Europe, how romantic of a story. So in the short 15 minutes I was gone, Zach and Susan had discussed our whole life story. Where I worked, where he worked, how we met....
Was I really gone that long???
Anyway, sorry to make something so little an incredibly long post, but we talked to these women for a long time. They told us their favorite places to eat in Salt Lake. They told us that they both had never been married and never had kids. Susan told me it was because she has never found the right person. She then proceeded to tell us how lucky were are, to have found your "soul mate" and to be living life SO happily. She told us we were a match made in heaven. "And I NEVER say that," she said, "I don't promote love that often. But YOU, you two are in love."
Regardless to say, we made two new friends. It's incredible to hear advice from two women, so experienced in all the things of the world EXCEPT love. They have had the finest food, so much success, but have never been in love. They made us feel SO lucky. And we are, without doubt.
I know, it's a mushy post, but it's Sunday...and I need all the spiritual uplift for the class we are about to teach.... :)
Thank you Alison for introducing me, because now Zach loves it as well. They have these french fries tossed in garlic, parmesan, and rosemary....enough said.
I took Zach for the first time Friday night, and ended up having a more eventful night that we both expected. We sit down and order our food. Then, by the time we get our appetizers, these two older women sit down next to us. Now, I have to be careful how I use "older" because they were 55. Old than US is what I mean. They kept staring at our fries as we were eating them. They both had never been there before, obviously, because they were discussing together what they should get to start off. Eva is very quaint, you sit about 1.5 feet away from the tables on either side of you. So it was not like I was eaves dropping, I was just....hearing on my own with no intent to spy. I heard the one woman say, "Those fries look good, should we get some?" They both were in debate. Considering Zach eats like a bird, and I couldn't finish the plate of fries on my own, I picked up the plate and pointed it at their table. I said, "Do you want to try some before you order?" They both looked at me in shock. I think they were pretty hesitant, but they both took one and ate it. Of course they loved it. They said, "Oh my gosh, thank you for offering."
Zach and I continued on with our dinner, talking the entire time. When we go out to eat...we TALK TALK TALK. And NO, it is not just me, Zach talks just as much. After 3 Diet Cokes, I was done for. I had to go to the bathroom desperately. (Once again, small restaurant.) The women's stall was occupied, so I just paced in front of the door for a while. Then I saw a sign that said, "Patio Coming Soon". I walked to the back of the place and saw their patio they were fixing up for the warmer months. I got caught up, and remember I had to go to the bathroom SO badly. I walked back and it was open. After my turn, I went back to our table. As I approached Zach, I saw him chatting with the older ladies next to him. No surprise. I sit down and they were laughing at Zach. Zach says, "Katie, guess who this is?" I gave him a confused look. He says, "Susan Loveridge."
This is a name I have seen on my work's caller ID for WEEKS. Apparently, we did the cabinetry in her house. It was also published in a recent issue of Utah Style and Design. Charlee Smith, a woman I work with, designed it. Apparently Susan is the Vice President at Merrill Lynch. As in....Number Two. I told her that I had heard her name and seen her job going through production in our shop. She didn't want to talk about that, she immediately started asking me questions about Zach and I. How wonderful it was to have met in Europe, how romantic of a story. So in the short 15 minutes I was gone, Zach and Susan had discussed our whole life story. Where I worked, where he worked, how we met....
Was I really gone that long???
Anyway, sorry to make something so little an incredibly long post, but we talked to these women for a long time. They told us their favorite places to eat in Salt Lake. They told us that they both had never been married and never had kids. Susan told me it was because she has never found the right person. She then proceeded to tell us how lucky were are, to have found your "soul mate" and to be living life SO happily. She told us we were a match made in heaven. "And I NEVER say that," she said, "I don't promote love that often. But YOU, you two are in love."
Regardless to say, we made two new friends. It's incredible to hear advice from two women, so experienced in all the things of the world EXCEPT love. They have had the finest food, so much success, but have never been in love. They made us feel SO lucky. And we are, without doubt.
I know, it's a mushy post, but it's Sunday...and I need all the spiritual uplift for the class we are about to teach.... :)
14.4.10
'Tis the Season....
For graduation!
Here's what I've been up to....
Em & Trent
Sean Henderson (My brother-in-law) the DOCTOR! Tear....
Next up....Blake Ted Fotheringham. My not-so-little brother.
Congrats to all the graduates! YOU MADE IT!!!!
Here's what I've been up to....
Em & Trent
Sean Henderson (My brother-in-law) the DOCTOR! Tear....
Next up....Blake Ted Fotheringham. My not-so-little brother.
Congrats to all the graduates! YOU MADE IT!!!!
8.4.10
Luckiest Aunt Ever....
I think all the time about how lucky my brother-in-laws and sister-in-laws are when I look at all their amazing children. Maybe I am a little too "braggy" about my nieces and nephews. I've never been an aunt before...so give me a break.
One more reason to be grateful....
(Olive....OG....Big O) No matter the name....that's one beautiful baby.
One more reason to be grateful....
(Olive....OG....Big O) No matter the name....that's one beautiful baby.
Smells....
This morning I made my favorite recipe of creamy pesto sauce from scratch for dinner tonight. Yeah, Dad. Add one more to the list big boy. It was actually quite easy....until I saw that I had to roast my own pine nuts. That was a chore.
The last step is to add all the ingredients in a saucepan with a cup of heavy cream. As I was stirring it, the smell hit me in the face! I don't know about anyone else, but things in my life trigger memories. Music, textures, and SMELLS. It happens to me all the time. Right when I got a good whif of this sauce, my mind instantly did a digital re-wind to this exact moment:
Florencia, Italia
2007
Most of you know that Zach and I met and got to know each other on a study abroad trip to Europe.
He convinced me to buy a pair of rollerblades and skate around London, Paris, and then Florence and Venice.
(At this time I did NOT know of his Classic Skating heritage.) Regardless of the how juvenile it sounds, rollerblading around those cities was quite possibly the best way to see them.
Florence was our last "Skate Day".
We were skating around and soon became starving. We stopped at the nearest cafe we could find and we just "rolled" right in. Literally. We didn't even take our rollerblades off the entire time we were at that cafe. We must have looked ridiculous. But, at that cafe, we both had the BEST pesto we have ever had. We still agree on that.
The only time we took our skates off was to play with a little team of Italian boys in a game of "futbol".
Check out the kid in the green shirt. Do you see what his shirt says? "Inline Skate Sliding". What the freak is that?
We're going to make pesto more often.... :)
The last step is to add all the ingredients in a saucepan with a cup of heavy cream. As I was stirring it, the smell hit me in the face! I don't know about anyone else, but things in my life trigger memories. Music, textures, and SMELLS. It happens to me all the time. Right when I got a good whif of this sauce, my mind instantly did a digital re-wind to this exact moment:
Florencia, Italia
2007
Most of you know that Zach and I met and got to know each other on a study abroad trip to Europe.
He convinced me to buy a pair of rollerblades and skate around London, Paris, and then Florence and Venice.
(At this time I did NOT know of his Classic Skating heritage.) Regardless of the how juvenile it sounds, rollerblading around those cities was quite possibly the best way to see them.
Florence was our last "Skate Day".
We were skating around and soon became starving. We stopped at the nearest cafe we could find and we just "rolled" right in. Literally. We didn't even take our rollerblades off the entire time we were at that cafe. We must have looked ridiculous. But, at that cafe, we both had the BEST pesto we have ever had. We still agree on that.
The only time we took our skates off was to play with a little team of Italian boys in a game of "futbol".
Check out the kid in the green shirt. Do you see what his shirt says? "Inline Skate Sliding". What the freak is that?
We're going to make pesto more often.... :)
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