I have spent much of the day reading each and everyone of my posts from the beginning to the end. It is crazy how the time can just fly by without much notice. Next thing I new, my husband was pulling in the driveway from his work day and the clock read a little after 5! How did that happen???
I cannot believe how long it has been since I have posted! I am thoroughly embarrassed. There are so many exciting things to post about (but the pics that go along with it are on Hubby's computer). I hope to grab those pics soon and get back to the bloggin' world!
Loves,
Jami
August 9, 2011
March 8, 2011
The "Bestest" friends, with the worst friend...
Yep, that's me! The worst friend. Why do I deserve such an honor you ask? Because last week, I tortured two of my best friends through and through. How could such a sweet girl like me, do such a horrible thing like that? Well, read on...
Me and My GREAT ideas
Every now and then I come up with these REALLY GREAT ideas. They are SO great, that I almost feel guilty keeping them to myself and not sharing them with those I love (the pregnant and over 50 are rejoicing). So like any other great idea of mine I shared. My first mistake.
Sunday Night
As usual... I was surfing the internet Sunday night looking for some inspiration. Food, dieting, weight loss inspiration. When I finally happened across something inspiring...so inspiring that I instantly texted one of of my friends at 9 o'clock to see if she wanted to share in this truly wonderful, inspirational idea of mine the very next day.
She said "Yes" ~Her first mistake.
It was a go. Clearly I sold my idea, and I sold it well! I mean, I must be getting better, because this is the same friend that turned down my 5K idea a month and a half ago. I bet she'll think twice when turning down my first idea next time...wink, wink.
Again... my idea was SO great, we shared with another. She also said "Yes". I was on fire (little did I know)...
Hot Mess!
This great idea of mine? HotHell Yoga.
I love Yoga/Pilates. It does great things for my mind, body, and overall well being. While I have never been to an actual class, I have done this many times at home. I <3 heart <3 Sara Ivanhoe, and the beautiful beach she brings me to each time I pop her in my DVD player. Plus, she is so considerate. She only asks for 20 minutes of my day.
On the other hand, my other two friends had never done a yoga pose to save their ever precious lives. I assured them, that this would not be a problem. This was going to be great!
Death March
After school we eagerly/nervously headed to the gym. We signed up for the class, which was $20 for one week unlimited (Goodbye $20... you could have been a really cute bracelet). We then took off to Target so M & T could get some gear, went home, got ready and headed back to class.
It's Gettin' HOT in herre
So a typical class is 90 minutes long in a 105-110 degree room. Acclimating to the room seems to be the goal your first session, this seemed reasonable enough. However, thegoal rule that was not reasonable, for T especially, was NO talking for the 90 minute session! If this is EVER a rule... don't bring your friends with you. My second mistake.
We walk into the room... it ishot HOT! The room is also silent. And... of course every spot in the back row was already taken. Yes, there we were in a hot, silent room with nothing but a large mirror 2 ft away from us and don't forget NO TALKING. Oh... and 15 more minutes until class actually starts.
So I sat, I stretched, I laid down... I basically did everything I could do to avoid eye contact with the two people next to me (which is pretty hard when you all are sitting right in front of a mirror) for fear of uncontrollable laughter or eye stares like daggers.
The yoga instructor enters. Some young guy (not cute... so I wasn't even relieved by eye candy) that was about as big as my left thigh. He starts off by saying we have quite a few new comers and makes us raise our hands. GREAT! He then assures us that our goal is to "just stay in the room" for the 90 min. He also lets us know that we can look at the "veterans" for help if need be. Oh and we can drink our water... in small amounts... only when he says "party time". Cough BS Cough
Boot Camp
So basically... he barked orders at us, to get into nearly impossible positions, while being dizzy, nauseous, and dripping with sweat from the heat, for the next 90 min. All the while, I was pretty sure he was updating his facebook status or checking his stocks on the smart phone he was holding.
Contradict Much?
Not long into the session T began to feel sick. I assured her to just "lay down" and try and stay in the room. Then M sits down... oh how I want to sit down too... but No... now you have to stay up.
Shortly after, the instructor starts running his mouth about some dumb clock pendulum theory and how others will start to sync with just one. And if we aren't doing our "best practice" then others might feel compelled to not do their "best practice" too. Basically it was a guilt trip for T and M who quickly got the "message" got up and got "back at it". The nerve of that guy!
Later, M was confused by one of the poses. She glanced around to see what others were doing, as it is hard to figure out by looking at opposites in a mirror. The instructor quickly mentioned that we need to keep focus of our own "practice" and not be watching others. REALLY!?!?
The Eight Year Old Inside
The session started off with this intense breathing exercise. Really, for someone who has never attended a formal yoga session this can come as quite a surprise. I tried, but I couldn't help but laugh. Actually it came out like a slightly loud farting noise, as I was trying to keep my mouth from exploding with laughter. Have you ever done that? Tried to hold in a really loud laugh only for it to seep out of your pursed lips and make a farting sound?
Little did I know... that was actually my saving grace, and probably why nobody even noticed my laughter... because as the session continued on I came to realize that farting is a perfectly acceptable thing to do in Yoga. However, it is not perfectly acceptable in my world and the little eight year old inside of me can't help but laugh, while everyone else seems not to notice. What the heck? That "ish" is funny people!?! And as M later put it "girlfriend you squeeze those cheeks together and keep that to yourself"!
All this to be followed by more awkward sounding breathing exercises.
Enlightenment
While my epiphany of enlightenment was probably much different from those that were "veterans"... this is what I learned.
#1~What I thought was going to be this:
Actually became this:
#2~ At 32 (going on 8~blame it on the day job), I am just not quite mature enough for Hot Yoga.
Me and My GREAT ideas
Every now and then I come up with these REALLY GREAT ideas. They are SO great, that I almost feel guilty keeping them to myself and not sharing them with those I love (the pregnant and over 50 are rejoicing). So like any other great idea of mine I shared. My first mistake.
Sunday Night
As usual... I was surfing the internet Sunday night looking for some inspiration. Food, dieting, weight loss inspiration. When I finally happened across something inspiring...so inspiring that I instantly texted one of of my friends at 9 o'clock to see if she wanted to share in this truly wonderful, inspirational idea of mine the very next day.
She said "Yes" ~Her first mistake.
It was a go. Clearly I sold my idea, and I sold it well! I mean, I must be getting better, because this is the same friend that turned down my 5K idea a month and a half ago. I bet she'll think twice when turning down my first idea next time...wink, wink.
Again... my idea was SO great, we shared with another. She also said "Yes". I was on fire (little did I know)...
Hot Mess!
This great idea of mine? Hot
I love Yoga/Pilates. It does great things for my mind, body, and overall well being. While I have never been to an actual class, I have done this many times at home. I <3 heart <3 Sara Ivanhoe, and the beautiful beach she brings me to each time I pop her in my DVD player. Plus, she is so considerate. She only asks for 20 minutes of my day.
Death March
After school we eagerly/nervously headed to the gym. We signed up for the class, which was $20 for one week unlimited (Goodbye $20... you could have been a really cute bracelet). We then took off to Target so M & T could get some gear, went home, got ready and headed back to class.
It's Gettin' HOT in herre
So a typical class is 90 minutes long in a 105-110 degree room. Acclimating to the room seems to be the goal your first session, this seemed reasonable enough. However, the
We walk into the room... it is
So I sat, I stretched, I laid down... I basically did everything I could do to avoid eye contact with the two people next to me (which is pretty hard when you all are sitting right in front of a mirror) for fear of uncontrollable laughter or eye stares like daggers.
The yoga instructor enters. Some young guy (not cute... so I wasn't even relieved by eye candy) that was about as big as my left thigh. He starts off by saying we have quite a few new comers and makes us raise our hands. GREAT! He then assures us that our goal is to "just stay in the room" for the 90 min. He also lets us know that we can look at the "veterans" for help if need be. Oh and we can drink our water... in small amounts... only when he says "party time". Cough BS Cough
Boot Camp
So basically... he barked orders at us, to get into nearly impossible positions, while being dizzy, nauseous, and dripping with sweat from the heat, for the next 90 min. All the while, I was pretty sure he was updating his facebook status or checking his stocks on the smart phone he was holding.
Contradict Much?
Not long into the session T began to feel sick. I assured her to just "lay down" and try and stay in the room. Then M sits down... oh how I want to sit down too... but No... now you have to stay up.
Shortly after, the instructor starts running his mouth about some dumb clock pendulum theory and how others will start to sync with just one. And if we aren't doing our "best practice" then others might feel compelled to not do their "best practice" too. Basically it was a guilt trip for T and M who quickly got the "message" got up and got "back at it". The nerve of that guy!
Later, M was confused by one of the poses. She glanced around to see what others were doing, as it is hard to figure out by looking at opposites in a mirror. The instructor quickly mentioned that we need to keep focus of our own "practice" and not be watching others. REALLY!?!?
The Eight Year Old Inside
The session started off with this intense breathing exercise. Really, for someone who has never attended a formal yoga session this can come as quite a surprise. I tried, but I couldn't help but laugh. Actually it came out like a slightly loud farting noise, as I was trying to keep my mouth from exploding with laughter. Have you ever done that? Tried to hold in a really loud laugh only for it to seep out of your pursed lips and make a farting sound?
Little did I know... that was actually my saving grace, and probably why nobody even noticed my laughter... because as the session continued on I came to realize that farting is a perfectly acceptable thing to do in Yoga. However, it is not perfectly acceptable in my world and the little eight year old inside of me can't help but laugh, while everyone else seems not to notice. What the heck? That "ish" is funny people!?! And as M later put it "girlfriend you squeeze those cheeks together and keep that to yourself"!
All this to be followed by more awkward sounding breathing exercises.
Enlightenment
While my epiphany of enlightenment was probably much different from those that were "veterans"... this is what I learned.
#1~What I thought was going to be this:
Actually became this:
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| C/O Nina Paley |
February 2, 2011
It's okay to be jealous...
So I stopped by my parents' house last week and my mom asked me if I had decided whether or not I had wanted one of "the chairs". I of course, had no idea what she was talking about (senior moments... HER senior moments)...and she of course told me that she had already told me about them (she hadn't).
Anyways, she led me out to the guest house [read: the apartment above the detached garage (guest house just sounds... um... wealthier LOL)]. And... as a side note: that is what I got accustomed to saying when I lived there. Frankly, telling people that you moved back in with your parents above their detached garage... well kinda made me feel like a 26 year old stoner who played video games all day and wasn't ready to come to terms with the fact that he had grown up. That was certainly not me. So I told people I lived in my parents guest house, while my condo was being built. Sounds so much better don't ya think?
Anyways... back to it... we go into the guest house, wear we happened upon three antique chairs. For a brief moment, I felt just like Goldilocks (well minus the beautiful long blond hair, petite frame and adorable dress) but that's another story... No... really it is... it is called Goldilocks and The Three Bears. And this is not about three bears... this is about three chairs. Ha, I made a rhyme! Well, the first chair was too ratty (and Bill wanted that one anyways), the second one was too, ummm...Orange, but the last one...ahhh... the last one was JUST right!
Perfect upholstery, nice and solid, beautiful wood (which would eventually be painted)...really just perfect!
Where did we get these chairs? They were my Grandma Yahn's. They had been sitting down in storage for some time, and now they are rescued!
The thing about me, is I get sooooo excited for new projects...that I stink at taking before shots... so this is my best before shot. Here she is all wrapped up and ready for primer and paint.
Anyways, she led me out to the guest house [read: the apartment above the detached garage (guest house just sounds... um... wealthier LOL)]. And... as a side note: that is what I got accustomed to saying when I lived there. Frankly, telling people that you moved back in with your parents above their detached garage... well kinda made me feel like a 26 year old stoner who played video games all day and wasn't ready to come to terms with the fact that he had grown up. That was certainly not me. So I told people I lived in my parents guest house, while my condo was being built. Sounds so much better don't ya think?
Anyways... back to it... we go into the guest house, wear we happened upon three antique chairs. For a brief moment, I felt just like Goldilocks (well minus the beautiful long blond hair, petite frame and adorable dress) but that's another story... No... really it is... it is called Goldilocks and The Three Bears. And this is not about three bears... this is about three chairs. Ha, I made a rhyme! Well, the first chair was too ratty (and Bill wanted that one anyways), the second one was too, ummm...Orange, but the last one...ahhh... the last one was JUST right!
Perfect upholstery, nice and solid, beautiful wood (which would eventually be painted)...really just perfect!
Where did we get these chairs? They were my Grandma Yahn's. They had been sitting down in storage for some time, and now they are rescued!
The thing about me, is I get sooooo excited for new projects...that I stink at taking before shots... so this is my best before shot. Here she is all wrapped up and ready for primer and paint.
Here she is with her paint all done!
Now I am starting to trim her. Before she had a yellowish/gold trim tacked on with plain tack nails.
I am using a matching green trim with light gold decorative tacks.
I also trimmed out the arms and the hind legs.
And... ta da! Here she finally is...
Ain't she purdy :)
LOVE HER!
I hope I did Grandma Yahn proud.
She upholstered the chair herself... so I was so glad to be able to keep that. The whole while I was tacking on the trim, I imagined her frustrated and swearing just like me as I put this darn beauty together! LOL
December 22, 2010
Girls Weekend 2010
Girls Weekend!
I love my girlfriends and spending time with them! But anymore, it rarely seems like we spend enough time with each other outside of work. So in the beginning of November, I decided to plan a little girlfriends get-away for right before Christmas. Much needed, much deserved!
We decided that we would head up to the cabin for an over-night stay. While Jenni and I do this often, the other 3 had never spent time up at the cabin before...so it was destined to be a fun and entertaining experience!
We piled into the "little yellow bus" (my car) at noon on Tuesday and headed on our merry way. We stopped off at McD's for lunch in Enumclaw, grabbed a few last minute things at Safeway and continued on toward our destination.
Sadly, when we arrived at the cabin, all of the beautiful snow from Thanksgiving had pretty much melted away with only a few spots here and there. That wasn't going to dampen our fun though! We went inside, got settled and started heating that place up...brrrrrrrrrr... it was cold in there! Of course there was a race for the beds and our two "Goldilocks" had to find the one that was just right.
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| Too Squished! |
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| Too crowded! |
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| Just Right! |
While we patiently waited for the cabin to heat up, we decided to head out down towards the river and explore. Jenni and I <3 doing this whenever we are up there...but have you met the rest of my friends?!? LOL They are very.... ummm... "girly".
I love my Jenni...and all of the fun times we have had up at the cabin together!
Merrill was a trooper...and look she even found some snow!
Tiff is always great for entertainment. She always keeps me laughing...ALWAYS!
And Jaimi? Well there was a little whining...and some big girl tears (LOL)...
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| I am such a great, comforting friend! |
But we love her just the same!
Okay...so maybe there wasn't real big girl tears... but there was a little whining though! ;)
As we headed back toward the cabin we spotted a herd of Elk over in the clubhouse field. What a special treat for these girls to see. I was so hoping they would come out to play at some point while we were up there!
While we were gone... Santa had arrived! Yay!!!!!!
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| Stockings I made for the girls! |
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| Mine! |
We each brought $5 presents for everybody...so fun!
Here are all my goodies:
When the girls arrived to my house earlier that day... we all just about died laughing when we saw this:
Yes Merrill and I in the same outfit! Same sweats with striped gray thermals. :)
After all...we ARE friends!
We thought we were pretty cool & special
until...
Jenni & Jaimi walked out in the same jammies!
None of this was planned... We are such dorks!
Poor Tiff... but she later discovered that her and Merrill were wearing the same toenail polish...so all was well ;)
We made fun crafts.
And they ALL turned out so great!
The most fun by far were the games! Definitely some memories I will never forget :)
So glad I could spend some much needed time with my besties...during this crazy, hectic time of year!
Thanks Girls!!!!!
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| Can't wait to do it again! |
Loves,
Jami
December 8, 2010
Go Hubby, It's your birthday...we're going to party like you are thirt-ay!
Happy Birthday to my wonderful Husband!
So my husby's birthday was on Saturday, December 4th, and he finally turned the dreaded thirty! While he feels pain and misery over this, all I can think of is "Yay!!!" we are both now in our thirties! Now I officially feel like less of a cradle robber.
To celebrate, I bought Seahawk tickets wwwaaaaayyyyyy back in September, for the December 5th game against the Panthers. Even better, the Panthers are currently like the worst team in the league...which I thought would be great for our struggling Seahawks. I mean who doesn't want their team to win at the game they pay to go to! Don't let our NFC West record fool you!... we are stinking it up with a 500 season, and that is just because everyone else we play sucks too! It was so hard in the beginning to keep this a secret. Plus, I let his brother Andy and his wife Kaylyn in on the action so that they could buy tickets and come with us! This made it doubly hard. Is that a word? I guess so, no red squiggle line. Hmmmm....
Anyways, I finally let him know last Wednesday of our weekend plans. After dinner at the inlaws he arrived home to find this waiting for him in our entry way.
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| And Yes... it's "George"! |
We headed to Quest field on Sunday hoping for another Seattle W. It was a chilly, but relatively dry day (just a few sprinkles here and there), which was good since we were not undercover. In fact, we were the first row, on the 100 level, by the 40 yard line. It was pretty sweet!
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| Quest Field |
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| Andy & Kaylyn |
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| Raising the 12th Man flag. |
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| Big Mystery?????? |
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| Retiring Walter Jones' # |
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| 12th Man in action! Boys working on a false start. |
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| Gotta LUV the Seahawks touchdowns! |
Ahhhh... Seahawks...
The 12th man can only do so much...the other 11 (that are actually on the field) need to get it done too!
Sincerely, The Dahls
Loves, Jami
December 4, 2010
Oh Christmas Tree...
Oh Christmas Tree... Oh Christmas Tree...
So... I am absolutely in love with my Christmas tree this year. She is wonderful. Really she is. Is it weird that I woke up every morning this last week, watered her, and told her how beautiful she was? Sadly, I did. Why do I love her so much you ask? Well...she is the perfect height, has the perfect natural noble layers (so all of my ornaments hang nicely rather than lay against the tree) and she fits nicely in the corner of our living room. Did I mention that she is the skinniest tree I have ever gotten? Do you think that is my subconscious trying to tell me something? Like maybe "lay off the cookies lady"! Tall, skinny, beautiful...everything I desire to be :)
So tonight I finally got around to decorating her! First the lights. I hate the lights! But... on a good note, with her being so skinny she only took 2 strands as opposed to the 4-5 strands I usually use. Oh the bonuses of being thin. ;)
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| I went with the Santa Hat topper this year. My stars never seem to stay upright...and well... I saw it in Potterybarn and I just happened to have one on hand that actually matched my tree skirt perfectly. I think I like it! |
And what tree doesn't need a feather boa? Hmmmm?
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| These feather boas are actually made for Christmas trees. They have a special loop on one end to slip onto the branch and then drape down. I <3 them! |
I must share some of my favorite "ornaments" on my tree.
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| The traditional "Our First Christmas" |
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| Our Monogram |
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| Green, Red, and White Poinsettias |
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| To remind us of our Hawaiian Wedding and Honeymoon |
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| 'Tis the reason for the season! |
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| Clear Beaded Flower Clips |
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| And an Ornament as old as ME! One of my first ornaments from 1979. |
I was so lucky when I got my first place back in 2001. That December my mom went to Macy's and hooked me up with a bunch of beautiful ornaments for my first tree. I love and cherish all of them to this day! Aside from those, I could probably tell you where each of the rest of my ornaments were purchased. They were always thoughtful and purposeful purchases. I love each and everyone I put on my tree.
Here she is in all her glory.
Ahhhhh....
On to the rest of the living area tomorrow!
I will post more later :)
Loves,
Jami
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