Thursday, April 23, 2015

5 Years

For starters. . .


Holy flying guacamole. You probably thought I died. But, hark! That's not the case. It's time to blow the dust off of the 'ol blog and hopefully breathe some new life into it again. I can't promise anything, though, because you know how it goes. Life gets busy.

Much has transpired since I last wrote, but those updates are just gonna have to wait because today is a special day.

Ya see, today, I've been married for 5 whole years.

That's 60 months, guys.

1826.21 days.

1.578e+14 microseconds.

And, like, 36 years in Zoe time.

. . .

I know it's not 50 years, but it's still quite a few roads walked together.

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{Engagement Photos - 2010}

And there hasn't been a day on that walk where I haven't thanked my Heavenly Father for introducing Chuck into my life.

Not one single day.

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Back when I was single, I remember wondering how in the world I'd ever meet anyone I wanted to marry. It seemed like there were countless barriers and unless the perfect guy happened to come through my checkout line at Albertson's and decided he needed my phone number in addition to his soap and crackers, I was never going to meet him.

I can only imagine that Heavenly Father kept shaking his head {and perhaps face palming. . .  if He does such a thing} at my lack of faith. He created worlds without number and every single thing in every single world, and I didn't think he made provisions for meeting my eternal companion?

Uh, yeah.

You can read the posts I made about meeting my husband HERE {if you'd like all the details}, but let's just say that Heavenly Father wanted to make very certain that I met Chuck. He also wanted to make very certain that I realized His hand in it, which I did. There's no way I would have stumbled across him without a number of things lining up perfectly at exactly the right time. Many, many people were involved in making that courtship and engagement a success.

And I'd like to take a moment to thank them. Thank you, dear people, for helping me find {and keep!} the man that I consider my most very best-est friend. Thank you, dear people, for helping him realize that he could "put a ring on it". :)

It's hard to imagine my life without my better half making me laugh every single day, watching baffling TV series with me, and supporting me in all of my endeavors. He never complains about, uh, anything and he's always quick to help me when I can't figure something out.

Oh, wait.

Just kidding.

He doesn't like shopping for pants and he's not shy telling you that. So, I guess you could count that as complaining. But only if you really want to.

. . .

In honor of our anniversary, I thought I'd share a couple of my favorite memories{in no particular order}.

1) I wrote a post a small eternity ago about signing up for a blood drive {HERE}. It was my last blood drive to date because I passed out AGAIN. I vividly recall feeling like I was going to toss my cookies after waking up and wanting nothing more than to 1) kill over and 2) go home. Chuck, who wasn't a fan of blood drives to start with, got worried when I was gone for so long. He came looking for me like a knight in shining armor and I can still remember the feeling of complete and total relief looking up from my upside-down-lawn-chair-of-death and seeing him peeking his head in the gym and scanning faces for mine. The unabashed concern I witnessed as he held my hand until I was steady enough to stand made me absolutely certain I had found me a keeper.

2) When the weird tornado wind/dust/snow storm hit just a week or so ago, a section of our neighbor's vinyl fence blew down. Our yards connect, so I helped our sweet neighbor and her grandson {?} carry the pieces in the shed until the storm calmed down. I explained the situation to Chuck after he got home, but by then, there was, like, 12 inches of snow everywhere. Once the snow melted, he was a sneaky little man and put up the fence for them. Our neighbor rounded up some young whippersnappers to help him only to walk out and see that the work was already complete.

3) After we got back from our honeymoon to Moab, we set to work opening wedding presents from all of our fabulously generous family and friends. Somehow or another, we ended up getting into a huge wrapping paper fight and had every single scrap of paper stuffed up our shirts.

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Husband? I love you. Really and truly. Being married to you is always fun and never burdensome. You refuse to judge {me and others} and you encourage me to be the best I can be with your constant support. I can't wait to see how many other inside jokes we manage to cook up in the next 5 years!

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Thursday, February 19, 2015

Curtis' First Birthday


My little handsome man turned one. . . already. What the what?! Didn't I just have him, like last month? Pretty sure.

However, time seems to disagree with me and it never lies. Or so it says. ;)

At any rate, my wee little squishy dude went from itty bitty to large-and-in-charge way too fast for my liking.

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. . .

We had a small shindig at our house to commemorate the occasion with some of our close friends and family. It was so much fun!

Well, Curtis didn't think so at first. . . He's kinda anti-social like that.

Kisses from Grandma were not reciprocated, that's for sure.

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Dang those grandmas. . . always wantin' kisses. Who do they think they are?! 

Thankfully, it didn't take him long to decide that all those people weren't going to roast him on a spit, after all.

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"Aunt" Jill, Grandma Becky, and Great-Grandma Hansen

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Before long, it was present time. Hannah and her friends were more than willing to help him open his presents while he played with the tissue paper and tried to eat the wrapping paper.

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After presents, it was CUPCAKE TIME! At Hannah's first birthday party, she didn't want anything to do with her cake. Curtis, on the other hand. . .

Well, let me break it down for you.

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1) "What's this stuff? Why is everyone watching me eat?! A little privacy, here. Please. Come on."

2) ". . . Ooooooooh. Sweet mother of pearl. It's like a little bundle of red-velvet heaven."

3) "Get in my BELLY!"

4) "Must. Get. More. Fingers. In. Mouth. MUST!"

. . .

Needless to say, he was a fan.

. . .

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Great-Grandma and Great-Grandpa Hansen

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The loot :

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And here is he sniffing out more cake {I can only assume}. . .

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. . .

This kid. I love 'im.

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Stop growing, dude.

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And here's the traditional "First Birthday" video if you're interested :)

Tuesday, February 17, 2015

Slit Stitchin'

No, I didn't get into a bar fight that required stitches. That'd make for a pretty nifty blog post. . . but it'd be kinda tricky to manage seeing as I'm never at bars and I have a passive personality.

But hey. You can keep checking back.


This post is actually considerably less feisty.

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Remember when I went to Gordman's and lost Hannah {HERE}? Well, in addition to learning valuable life lessons, I also earned $10 "cash" to spend {think "Kolh's Cash"}.


I went back the other day and scored a super-de-duper comfortable maxi skirt. . . with one flaw. It had a slit that was quite ambitious. I'm sure such a slit would be necessary for all those Olympic athletes that enjoy competing in their semi formal wear. But for me? It was unnecessary and much too high. Trust me, ya'll don't want to see anything above my knee.

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Luckily, I've learned a nifty hand-stitch technique that worked fabulously. I'd only ever used it to sew dolls and pillows, but HOT DANG, it works on skirts, too.

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So. . . do you have a similar slit situation? Are you an Olympian athlete fond of formal wear? Mmmm'kay. Didn't think so. Let's fix that slit.

. . .

To start, grab some embroidery floss in a complimentary color {most of your floss will not be seen, but just to be safe, you don't want a crazy color}.

After threading your needle and knotting the end, poke your needle up at the beginning of the slit, coming from the backside so your knot will be hidden.

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After you pull your thread through, pinch the two sides of the slit together. Since I started on the top half, I'm going to stick my needle horizontally through a small area on the bottom half and pull it through. You'll want to do this right along the fold created by the hem. . . if that makes any sense whatsoever.

For example, let's say #1 in the picture below is where I finished pulling my thread through after knotting the end. #2 is where I poked my needle through horizontally along the top of the fold. Now, this part is important, so listen up. See how the thread coming up at #1 lines up almost perfectly with the start of #2? Make sure you do the same thing for every single stitch.

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Here's a picture of the next step, including a #3 so you can better see where the needle comes out
(#1 is the stitch you just barely finished in the picture above}.

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Your next step would be to start your horizontal-needle-poke again, but lined up with where #3 is in the picture above.

If you're not holding the two sides of the slit together the whole time, this is what your stitches will look like :

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But that's totally cool. Not the end of the world. :) All you need to to do is slowly pull on the end of the thread and your stitches will tighten and pull your fabric together. Like so :

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Until there is no gap :

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When you've made your slit to your new specifications, it's time to knot up. In case you haven't noticed already, I am NOT a super experienced seamstress. So ,yeah. This is probably not the best way to end your work. . . but what the heck. You're only young once.

Stab your needle through the backside of your fabric {trying not to poke through to the front side if you can help it} and start to pull your floss through. But don't pull it through completely.

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When your loop starts to get smaller, stick your needle through the loop.

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Then pull it nice and snug. Repeat the same process once more in the same area, and you're good to go! Oh, and don't forget to complete the same process if you have another slit on the other side of your skirt {like me}. ;)

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