Sunday, June 26, 2011

MOM! LOOK! I MADE A BABY! :D

That's right, you heard correct. On this fine Sunday afternoon I asked myself "Valpal, what shall we do today?" and Valpal answered "What any young, normal latter day saint woman would do! (that doesn't talk to herself in third person)". Soooo I made a baby. All by myself (and with a little help from fiance's dad). ....(oh wooaaah, that sounds very wrong). But it's true. With hours in the science lab, many trial and errors, countless chemicals, test tubes, and photographs from Fiance's papa, I morphed my darling face, and Fiance's darling face into one adorable baby :) "The Boss" (aka Fiance's daddy) is gonna have to be careful about what kinds of things he gives me from now on :D hahaha You just never know what could happen!
ya know what? Baby making really is such an art and I must say, I think I've really out done myself. I truly don't know how I'll top this most recent creation. In fact, all children that I birth, that do not look like this, are being shipped right back to the factory that we ordered them from! (just kidding mom! hehehe) So here she is! (or he, I can't really tell the gender.)
Presenting:
MY BEBE!
(I named it "Vryan". "Ralerie" sounded too much like Scooby Doo named it)

OHHH DOESN'T YOUR HEART JUST MELT?! Oh please mom can I keep it?! Pleeeeaaaase? I promise to feed it, and change it, and I'll never let it sleep in the bathtub!

Seriously though... I think school is making my brain melt. I'm starting to lose all sanity. If this isn't proof, I don't know what is.

Also, remember when I said it took a lot of trial and error to make my baby? I wasn't joking. The first baby kinda looked like the spawn of a caveman. proof? Here ya go!

SEE! hahaha I wasn't kidding. I thought it was adorable! Until my roommate pointed out the neanderthal-like-brow and cleft palette. Now I understand the phrase "a face only a mother could love". Anywho, that's the extent of my day. Have a wonderful Sabbath :)

Sunday, June 19, 2011

Daddy oh daddy... Today you are 54!!!! (and it's father's day. Double Whammy)

I may or may not have stolen this text from my Valentines Day card, but the facts remain the same! And this time there's pictures :) Happy Birthday and Father's day daddy, you can thank me later for not giving you a tie!

I love my daddy because…

1. He is the hardest worker I know. He wakes up before everyone, goes to bed after everyone and continues to go go go all day with a smile on his face.

2. he takes care of me, even though I am technically and adult, and no longer live with him. I know that if I were ever in need of anything, he would never abandon me.

3. He is kinda old (today’s his birthday doncha know!) and he’s still very in shape. He always encourages my desire to be healthier and is my example and cheerleader.

4. He knows the right amount of time to allow me to tread water, to teach me hard work and independence, but also knows the appropriate time to send out a lifesaver. Rather than throwing me into the deep end, He’s teaching me to get used to the water and learn to swim. This is greatly appreciated.

5. When I hear people say they have the best dad in the world, I can’t say anything because they just don’t know how wrong they are, after all, they’ve never had my daddy as a father. They just don’t know any better.



6. He teaches me to work for what I want, but if something financially stands in my way to progress for the time being, he will help me. Even if it’s something as stupid as staying an extra semester at school for a boy.
7. He is the perfect standard for what I want my future husband to be like. Features of my daddy like working hands, cheesy sense of humor, being fit and an infallible testimony are at the top of the checklist for potential daters. (So far, Ryan has met all of those. Including the cheesy sense of humor!)
8. He always knows what to do. If I have car trouble, school trouble, boy trouble, Emotional trouble, health trouble, money trouble, I know that he’ll know just the solution if I ask.
9. He is patient. I wasn’t always the easiest child to raise, nor the most affectionate, but he always knew just the right type of affection that worked for me. I know that no matter what I do, he will love me just the same. Not everyone can say that about their fathers. I am very blessed indeed.
10. I love my daddy because of the way he treats my momma. He’s shown me true love through his example, and has proven to me there is no reason to settle for anything less than perfect.
11. He's a devoted husband, father, and now grandfather! look at that smile, Heidi knows it too :)


12. When our dads come up in conversation with my friends, I cannot contribute because I can’t talk about my daddy without crying. I just miss him too much. No matter how old I get, I will always consider myself a “daddy’s girl”. I love him.


Hello world, meet Fiance!

Hey all, I have someone I want you to meet. His name is Ryan, but we're gonna call him fiance (calling him fiance adds character to my blog right?). Look at him. ISN'T HE ADORABLE?! oooh I just melt. (Yes, I may or may not have cropped another girl out of this picture. It's my fiance and blogger right!)

Anyways I kinda love him. Quite a bit actually. He's just so sweeet and cuuuute and oh how could you say no to that face?! AND he speaks Spanish. bi-lingual baby. (Hott right? right.) Anyways, I could go on all day giving you factual information about this fine son of god, OR I could tell you some of the reasons I love him. Now, I don't have all day, so I won't mention everything, but I'll give you some basics so that you can love him too!
1. Ryguy is a man. a real man. (to save time I'm copy and pasting from my wedding blog. Those of you who have or will read it may see repeats.)Anyways, yes, Ryan is a real man. He's not a man in the "let's watch sports, play with video games and power tools, and shoot something" sorta way. He's a man in his utmost respect for woman, the way that he honors his priesthood, in how hardworking he is, and his unfailing patience. He's a man in his complete lack of a spirit of entitlement or dominance. He gives foot massages, takes me on dates, and let me pick pink towels for the bathroom. If that's not a man, I don't know what is.
2. Ryan is sooo sweet to me. He is always sensitive to my feelings, and wants, and 99% of the time he lets me pick out the Friday night movie.
3. To follow up number 2, he's selfless. Disgustingly selfless. He's walking a very fine line between treating me well and spoiling me. Dangerous right? Sounds like we'll need marriage counseling ;)
4. He's SOOOOO smart. Let's be honest people, a primary reason I am marrying him is so that our children can inherit a shred of brains. Really though, He has such a vigor for learning, and I swear he remembers everything he reads! I used to hate kids like that. They make all us dummies that study for hours and retain nothing look bad. haha
5. He is a rock. This guy has a good head on his shoulders, and exceptional priorities. It is clear that his life and actions are conducted by and in accordance with the gospel of Jesus Christ. (again, what a man.)
6. He is SUCH a hard worker. I was told that girls marry men just like their father and in this case, that has clearly manifested itself true. There are no limitations on how hard Ryan will work to get something he wants.
7. In response to 6, Ryan see's no limitations. I've met 2 people in my life who have an unfailing belief that you can truly get anything you want if you are willing to work hard enough. Ryan is one of them.
8. He consistently builds me up. Ryan has never been intentionally rude, crude, malicious or demeaning in any sense. He is an embodiment of the word Respect.
9. Ryan is mature. He has a clean sense of humor, and does not participate in activities that are childish, or inappropriate. There was one time he played a sassy little prank on me, but that may be the only dirt I have to dig up for, well, eternity.
10. Ryan is talented. He plays the gooter (guitar) beautifully.
11. He is goal oriented. When I first met him I was a little concerned. The guy I'd previously dated had his goals set out and planned on becoming and anesthesiologist. With that being said, knowing I was attracted to Ryan, I was a little concerned when he said he was just taking his general classes, and was debating between a seminary teacher and working for the FBI (CIA? I can't remember, and to this day am not sure if he was joking) Translation: I have no clue what I want to do with me life. uh oh. Why'd he have to be so cute. I'm happy to say this preconditioned Idea was false ladies and gentlemen, that's right, Ryan Stratford has chosen a major :) (cough-forthethirdtime-cough) Point is, he has a plan, he's determined, and I fully trust in his choices, priorities, and ambition.
12. For numero twelve, I'm gonna divert your attention to the following picture: (Special thanks to facebook and my super-stalker-photo-retrieving-skills)

Look at it. IS HE NOT THE CUTEST BABY EVER!? Clearly, I cannot go wrong in the baby area. AND LOOK AT HIS MOM! She's smoking hott. I soooo hope Jolicious (Ryan's Madre) has dominant genes. That'll make me a happy camper.

Also, Let me point something out people. Ryan would probably claim that he did all the work in this relationship and he pursued me, yadda yadda yadda. BUT I'll have you all know, I wanted to see what he was all about since day one, and he was NOT interested in me. In fact, we'd conversed a few times before he decided to give me a chance. Pretty sure we'd been FHE sibling for a whole month before he gave me the time of day. Rude right? It's fine.. totally over it. BUT because he's a lawyer at heart, and would probably deny it, I have evidence. Check it.


oooooh the separation. Good thing I whipped out my Love potion. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

Now just one more picture...



That's right. Bask in my future babies glory. He is such a cutie. Anyways, That's Fiance. I really like him. A lot. and in 2 months I get to see him again and never ever have to say goodbye. Boy do we have the system rigged or what? haha

Friday, June 3, 2011

Birth control? They should call it OUT OF CONTROL!

Before we begin, I must make a disclaimer. 1. My future mother in law is not allowed to read this. I love you, however, I'd prefer you don't see that I'm potentially a lunatic until after you are stuck with me. 2. I'm not usually a lunatic. actually, normally I'm only about 75% as crazy as I'm about to sound. With that being said, lets begin. From the title of my blog, I'm sure you guessed it. I'm on birth control. I've been on it for about 3 weeks, and had myself under the impression that with my super human abilities, I would dodge all of the emotional madness that people claim come with it. I couldn't have been more wrong. I secretly believe now that the church encourages it's members to pro-create, multiply and replenish, and don't wait to have children, partially because they do not want their Relief Society presidents, visiting teachers, and LDS housewives to turn into ravenous bears with one thought and one thought only: kill. Kill anyone and anything that breathes-their-air. Ok, that was a little harsh (and probably sacrilegious). I'll probably look back on this and think "oh Valerie, you should NEVER write blogs when you are moody" but lets face it people, it's only fair to warn you, you mess with the bull, you're gonna get the horns. Horns you didn't even know existed. :) For those of you who have little knowledge of birth control, let me enlighten you.
You may be on birth control if:
-You get the urge to cry during class, when you are reading, when someone says hi, while walking to class, when you're trying to fall asleep, etc.
-You actually DO cry when you get dressed in the morning, at the beginning of each class (when the prayer is said and the spiritual thought is given), when you take a bath, when the wind blows a little bit harder than you'd prefer, and when you pass a worm that has been stepped on (and you think you've got it tough? you don't eat dirt.)
-You have no appetite except for crushed ice, and cereal.
-You cry because you have no milk for your cereal. Yes, this may be the end of you.
-Your skin clears up. At least the universe isn't entirely bent on your destruction.
-It takes you 4 hours to do one. dumb. assignment. I know people, this is college, but there's a point where its hard, and there's a point where you're going insane. This, my friends, is insanity.
-You are depressed. Angry. Nervous. and SUPER tired, all in one day.
-Things that normally make you happy, are disgusting and nauseating. Like affection. or chocolate. (depending on the day)
-You want to smack that sorry smile off of every happy person on campus. (extreme? yes. exaggeration? You'd best pray so.)
-This picture sums up how you're pretty much feeling...
-This picture sums up how you're probably making others feel...
-You don't want to talk to, see, or breathe the same air as anyone. There's a reason I stay in my room, you can slip the ice under my door, and thank me later :)
-If your roommate picks up that guitar one. more. time. heads...are gonna... roll. (You know who you are. I love you. just nooot as much this week as last week or the ones in the future.)
-You wear a Mario shirt to class. It's Friday. I don't really feel like looking good, I only have one class... don people not know how cool I am? Don't they know Mario only looks dorky on everyone else except me? Apparently not, and since I left my spit wads at home, you (Miss-Banana Republic shirt, Toms shoes, and juicy couture handbag-) get to live another day without saliva soaked toilet paper embedded in your perfectly curled-the wind can't touch me- hair. AND because I'm especially kind and merciful, I'll let you keep your face despite the "oh. my. gosh. That girl's really wearing a Super Mario shirt? Here let me loan you a paper bag for your head" expression. I love people.
With all this being said, If I do not answer your phone calls, wave at you on campus, or say "I love you too", know, that hopefully, this too shall pass.
AND if you see this girl with this Mario shirt on campus. Run. As if your life depends on it. (because this week it just might.)

oh yea... That's a good lookin shirt. Thanks Erryn.