tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58241583346944106772024-03-05T02:48:49.759-08:00Inhabit Your MomentsEmilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16374473099253423830noreply@blogger.comBlogger110125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824158334694410677.post-69156019938323326782014-12-07T18:47:00.000-08:002014-12-07T18:47:00.512-08:00Mary Kay - ClearProof Acne System<div style="text-align: left;">
When I first got the email that said I was selected for another VoxBox, I was thrilled! My first one was Rimmel London lipstick and I absolutely loved it. Honestly, it's the reason I started wearing lipstick! Still seldom, but more than I used to (which was never).</div>
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This time the VoxBox was revealed to be Mary Kay's ClearProof acne program! As a young woman who has <i>always </i>suffered from acne, this thrilled me. I have actually used this before but I have a hard time sticking to any one product. The "rules" of this VoxBox, however, was that I was to use these products, and only these products, for 30 days straight.</div>
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The ClearProof acne system comes with four different products. Clarifying Cleansing Gel, Blemish Control Toner, Acne Treatment Gel, and Oil-Free Moisturizer for Acne-Prone Skin. I started out using each one in that order, but my skin is extremely sensitive and it would feel raw after using so much product. In order to remedy that, I tweaked my system a little bit.</div>
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+ I start by using the Cleansing Gel, which I use both in the morning and at night.</div>
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+ The Blemish Control Toner is my <i>favorite </i>product in this program because it takes off all the extra make up and leaves my skin feeling extra fresh. Due to it being a little strong though, I only use it at night, and only when I actually wear make up.</div>
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+ The Acne Treatment Gel comes third but I rarely use it. I usually use it around the area of an actual pimple, but I have been getting so few pimples since starting this program that I hardly use it!</div>
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+ Lastly, I use the Oil-Free Moisturizer, and I use this both in the morning and at night. It is a really light moisturizer so I can easily add make up over it, but I also feel really fresh going to sleep at night.</div>
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All in all, I absolutely love these products! Even though it's all a bit too much for my skin to use all together all the time, I found a system that really worked for me and has done the trick! My skin has been acne-free and feeling good. If you're looking for a new program to use for your acne-prone skin, I would definitely recommend Mary Kay's Clear Proof Acne System!</div>
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I am not wearing any make up in this picture. Hurrah for clear skin!</div>
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Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16374473099253423830noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824158334694410677.post-61860331701896595452014-08-14T23:41:00.000-07:002014-08-14T23:41:40.752-07:00And She's Back!Oh my. So much has happened since I last wrote a post! But because I can't tell you everything in one post, I'll give you a quick recap.<br />
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My dream came true!!! And it hurt like hell...<br />
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My cousin had her bridal shower and it was SO much fun and she is just SO gorgeous!<br />
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DILLON PROPOSED!!!! We are gettin' married people!!!</div>
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We went to Ring Dance and it was the best weekend ever!!!</div>
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My roommate got a kitty and he's adorable but also a little shit.<br />
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My cousin got married and it was hands-down the best wedding EVER.<br />
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Are you excited?!? I won't promise it's coming soon because who the hell knows when the next time I'll blog is, but at least now you know I'm not dead!<br />
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Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16374473099253423830noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824158334694410677.post-47249692912452697842014-04-24T21:56:00.001-07:002014-04-24T21:56:52.136-07:00Road Trippin' It<div style="text-align: left;">
I just got back from an <i>amazing </i>weekend in Colorado. This was probably one of the best trips I have ever had for multiple reasons. Of course, being with Dillon is always wonderful. We didn't do too much but we had a lot of time together which was great. But what made this trip better than the others is that I got to go on a road trip with three other girls. Some (most) might think I'm crazy for enjoying driving that much - it is a 13 hour drive from Tucson to Colorado Springs, so twenty. six. long. hours. total of driving in a car. How crazy is that?? Us USAFA girlfriends are known to be pretty crazy, though. ;)</div>
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I had a whole huge paragraph mapping out every detail of our trip, but that bored me, even. Haha. So let me just say we broke up the trip into manageable driving times and I have never had such a blast being stuck in a small car with three other people. We talked about <i>everything, </i>you never would have guessed some of us had just met for the first time. As hard as it was for me to be <a href="http://www.inhabityourmoments.com/2013/08/truth-be-told-mini-series.html" target="_blank">supportive of Dillon</a> going to the academy, I have to say I am <i>so incredibly thankful </i>that it has brought me to so many amazing friendships with even more amazing girls.</div>
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And then we <i>finally </i>made it to the Academy!! Dillon and I went and bought some wine and a movie and stayed in at the hotel for the night, which was perfect. We watched Gravity, and after splitting a whole glass of wine, that movie got to me. <b>Spoilers if you haven't seen it. </b>But when George Clooney let go of Sandra Bullock so she could live I legitimately started bawling. Like huge sobs. I think it's also because Dillon fell asleep on me, but whatevs. Don't mix that movie and wine people, you will get irrationally emotional.</div>
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Saturday we went to lunch and then we caught the last few innings of the USAFA baseball game. It's strange now that Dillon isn't on the team, but his roommate's girlfriend was also in town and we have been talking for a few months so we were excited to finally meet! Also, the Falcon's swept the number 20 team in the nation and are now on their longest winning streak in the program's history. So that's pretty sweet! That night we met up with Lily and her boyfriend Taylor (Dillon and Taylor went to Germany together last summer so know each other) at Edelweiss, which is a German restaurant in the Springs. We got some beer which was really good and then went and saw Oculus together. The only way I can watch scary movies anymore is if I am slightly tipsy...so we spiked our Icee's and enjoyed the movie. ;)</div>
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Sunday was really nice because instead of waking up and only having a few hours before I had to be at the airport, I had all day since we weren't starting our drive back until 7pm. So we went and ate breakfast, saw Captain America, and then went to my cousin's house for Easter dinner. And oh my goodness, their dog just had puppies and they were the cutest. things. ever. And they made Dillon happier than I have ever seen him. Just look at this:</div>
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This is Dillon while waiting for Easter breakfast.</div>
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And this is Dillon holding a puppy. He was seriously in love. We had been talking recently about getting a puppy after we got married and Dillon's dream is to get a lab. And then here they were. These adorable lab puppies just begging us to take one. We seriously considered it for a while, but then decided against it because having a puppy is ruff. Lol I'm funny. But my goodness it was great to hold those adorable pups.</div>
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It was so hard to leave without one of those adorable puppies, but alas, we did. We had a little extra time before we were meeting with the other girls, so Dillon and I played a quick game of bowling. And let me tell ya, I like playing against 10 and 6 year olds much better than Dillon. I at least broke 100 so whatevs. Then we went back to the academy and took the mandatory couple pictures in front of the chapel. I had actually never been so close to the chapel before, even though it's gorgeous and like the highlight of the USAFA campus.</div>
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And then it was back in the car for another 13 hour drive! I have to say though, it was one of the easiest goodbye's we've had. Of course it always sucks to leave him, but the fact that I was getting back in the car to spend more time with three amazing girls made it so much better. We are definitely hoping to do it again next year! And now it's only 27 days until I'm back in Colorado for RING DANCE! </div>
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Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16374473099253423830noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824158334694410677.post-55255942486644413642014-04-07T11:37:00.000-07:002014-04-10T10:20:43.796-07:00A Blate + RimmelLondon Moisture Renew Lipstick Review<div style="text-align: left;">
I did it! I finally met up with <a href="http://www.endlesslybeloved.com/" target="_blank">Brianna</a> and <a href="http://www.ollivandermo.com/" target="_blank">Mo</a>. Brianna and I had actually wanted to meet up pretty much since August when she found my blog. We clicked right away because we both went to UofA, both were majoring in psychology, and were both dating guys in the Air Force. And then I "met" Mo recently through an Arizona Bloggers chat.</div>
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Admittedly, I was really nervous. Which is funny, because my life practically revolves around meeting girls I first "meet" online. Being a USAFA girlfriend, I have talked to girls online before meeting them in person more times than I can count. But you just never know what will happen in person! You could totally click online, but then meeting in person could be a disaster. So of course, I took some precautions.</div>
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Getting ready for my first blate, I knew I had to look my best. I usually just wear yoga pants and foundation every day...but that just wouldn't cut it this time. I decided to use my new RimmelLondon Moisture Renew Lipstick that I got from Influenster as my first VoxBox! I was so excited when I found out I qualified. I don't usually wear lipstick, and get really nervous when I do. I have really thin lips and I still don't think I can completely pull off the bold lip, but I still feel pretty fierce when I do wear it. This lipstick is a lot more pink than red (color: as you want victoria), but I still really like it. It definitely lived up to it's name and is extremely moisturizing as well. I only have one other lipstick that I currently wear and like but compared to this I can see how dry it is. I'm definitely a chapstick type of person, I always like my lips to feel moisturized, so this lipstick is the perfect mix of vibrant color and moisture! Plus, the texture is nice a "soft" if you will, and not sticky at all.</div>
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So I finally made it to the blate! We met at Frost for gelato and then walked around the mall. We each shared our love stories *awh* and just talked about everything from blogging to bratty children. And in true blogger fashion, we got at least one picture together.</div>
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Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16374473099253423830noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824158334694410677.post-68175452859868258372014-04-04T10:49:00.000-07:002014-04-04T10:49:00.535-07:00...And Then Spring Break Happened<div style="text-align: left;">
I hadn't seen Dillon in a month...and then spring break happened.</div>
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Dillon hadn't heard me sing at the top of my lungs during a seven hour car ride...and then spring break happened.</div>
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I had no idea that I had $200 in my car from Christmas and my graduation...and then spring break happened.</div>
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I had never watched my Wildcats play and WIN in the Sweet 16...and then spring break happened.</div>
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I hadn't been to Disneyland since high school...and then spring break happened.</div>
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I didn't realize how terrified Dillon was of roller coasters/heights...and then spring break happened.</div>
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Dillon and I had never been in an earthquake before...and then spring break happened.</div>
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And just for your information, there was an earthquake EVERY. TIME. we tried to get on Soarin' Over California. We were finally able to get on the ride our fourth time trying.</div>
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So. Effin'. Close. Then we had to drive five hours home where we were bitter, almost got hit on the freeway within the first twenty minutes of driving, and passed a semi that had caught on fire. So...yeah. Not the best ending to our week but hey, the stuff before that was pretty great.</div>
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Despite the fact that I am out of college and no longer have an official spring break, I was so happy that Dillon came home for his. We had such an amazing week together! And guess what...there is only one(!!!!!) more spring break before he graduates! Holla to that!</div>
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Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16374473099253423830noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824158334694410677.post-22733403230085578962014-03-30T23:44:00.000-07:002014-03-30T23:44:06.969-07:00Stag & Doe Party<div style="text-align: left;">
Hiiiiii. Should I even bother apologizing? Probably not. Apparently that's annoying when bloggers apologize for not blogging for a while. But anyways, hello again! I won't make any excuses because you'll understand why I have been so busy through my next few posts.<br />
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So my best friend and cousin is getting married!! They got engaged in December of 2012 and their wedding will be June of 2014, so it's finally coming up soon!!<br />
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That's my beautiful cousin holding the champagne. :) This was over Thanksgiving break when we went dress shopping! Not only did she find the bridesmaid's dresses she had been looking at since she first got engaged, but she also found her wedding dress that day! I cannot wait to see her walk down the aisle in it.<br />
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Instead of the traditional separate bachelor and bachelorette party they decided they wanted to do a combined bachelor/bachelorette camping trip. And it was the best. thing. ever. I was there for three days, two nights. There was a lot of inappropriateness, alcohol, food, and amazing people. I seriously wish I could repeat it all over again.<br />
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The whole group!</div>
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Just in case you were wondering, yes...those are penis straws.</div>
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Seth's beard is a result of a dare he made over two years ago. Yep...that bad boy has been a work in progress for two years! When Tricia first asked me if I would be able to come I told her I would try my best but it was kind of hard for me to get work off. Then she told me that we were going to shave Seth's beard and I knew that I HAD to be there!!</div>
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Okay but how cute are these mason jars?? Seth's best man's wife made them and bought one for each of us! On the other side it said Tricia & Seth Stag and Doe Party 2014. I'm honestly so obsessed with it! You can find these amazing glasses and much more at <a href="https://www.etsy.com/shop/thecraftyengineerx" target="_blank">The Crafty Engineer's</a> Etsy shop!</div>
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I cannot wait for June to come and for Tricia to say "I do" to Seth. And I just found out today that their wedding will be when Dillon has leave so he can come with me! Yayyyyeee! </div>
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Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16374473099253423830noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824158334694410677.post-24953399915821696162014-03-12T08:58:00.000-07:002014-03-12T08:58:00.043-07:00Four Years - and Fifty Months<div style="text-align: left;">
Four years. That is how long I have been the happiest I have ever been. Four years since I started the hardest but most rewarding chapter of my life. Four years of laughter, tears, and love.</div>
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On January 10th, Dillon and I celebrated our four year anniversary (but I'm guessing you already figured that out). Unfortunately, it was another anniversary spent apart. We decided not to get anything for each other since his <a href="http://www.inhabityourmoments.com/2014/01/thanksgiving-break-2013.html" target="_blank">birthday</a>, <a href="http://www.inhabityourmoments.com/2014/01/christmas-2013.html" target="_blank">Christmas</a>, the <a href="http://www.inhabityourmoments.com/2014/02/the-one-with-wedding.html" target="_blank">wedding</a>, etc. had just happened. But of course, he completely surprised me and sent me a small gift basket that included a balloon, chocolates, and the most adorable bird figurine. It was small but it meant so much to me. Actually, when I saw it, I burst into tears. Like full on sobbing. It was just so sweet that he thought to send me something after we told each other we wouldn't be buying gifts this year. That, and it broke my heart that we were apart yet again for another big event in our lives. But oh well. That night we Skyped and ate, drank, and watched TV together. A couple of his friends came in and serenaded me by playing the guitar and singing Wagon Wheel by Darius Rucker. I had a stupid smile on my face the entire time, it was actually super sweet.</div>
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I love you Dillon. Here is to the fifth chapter of our lives together; let it be filled with more love and more happiness than ever.</div>
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Also, a couple days ago was our 50th monthaversary. I know that seems like a silly thing to be happy about seeing as how we just celebrated our four year. But after reading <a href="http://mlemoore.blogspot.com/2014/02/on-small-stuff.html" target="_blank">this post</a> I don't have any shame in it. Fifty months is a long ass time!! I don't think monthaversaries should be celebrated to the same extent as anniversaries, but I love that we exchange little "happy monthaversary, I love you!" texts. We should celebrate the small things in life. And especially with a long distance relationship, I think we should celebrate every. single. day. I'm not saying that we struggle to stay together every day, but oh my gosh, long distance relationships are the epitome of hopping on the struggle bus. Not trying to get pity or anything, but it's hard being apart from the one you love more than anything in the world. I know that there are some good things about being in a long distance relationship, but I would trade those any day to finally be with Dillon permanently. So here is to celebrating the small things - the years, the months, and the days!</div>
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Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16374473099253423830noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824158334694410677.post-11628229967286302602014-03-10T07:04:00.000-07:002014-03-10T07:04:00.421-07:00When I Was a Youngin'<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Do you ever think of things you did/said when you were younger and cringe? I do. But I also laugh. I may have been ridiculous, but I even find myself cute for just being so darn young and naive. Is that conceited? Probably. Oh well. Just look at this picture and tell me you don't agree. You can't, can you??</div>
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1. I was extremely competitive, and an extremely sore loser. One New Year's Eve, when I was maybe 10, my parents decided to teach me how to play Risk. So here I am, my first time ever playing, and I was convinced I would win. But when both of my parents ganged up on me and kicked me out of the game? I cried. I literally pouted the rest of the night. I mean, what kind of parents don't let their child win ALL games, am I right?? I continue to hate losing to other people. I even got upset the other day that the 10 year old I nanny beat me at Monopoly...I think I need help.<br />
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2. I was a very sheltered child. One day I was sick and was left home alone. I decided to be a rebel and watch MTV. "Milkshake" by KELIS was on...and I definitely had no business watching that. Why did she make so many milkshakes?? And why did all the boys want them so badly?? This was seriously the raunchiest thing I had ever seen at the time, and I felt so cool watching it. And possibly a little dirty.<br />
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3. Speaking of being sick. One day in elementary school I threw up in the bathroom. I went to the nurse and she called my parents. At first I was super excited, as any kid would be at getting to go home early. But then I saw the lunch menu for the day and it was nachos, my absolute favorite hot lunch the school served. I immediately told the nurse that I felt much better and I wanted to stay at school. She gave me a weird look and told me to shut up and wait for my parents (not really, but she may as well have).<br />
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Stick around and I'll soon post a "things I believed when I was a youngin'" post. They're equally as ridiculous.<br />
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Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16374473099253423830noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824158334694410677.post-25132866524593366512014-03-06T10:38:00.000-08:002014-03-06T10:38:13.081-08:00New Year's 2014<div style="text-align: left;">
Whoops! I totally forgot about my catch up posts. My last catch up post was the <a href="http://www.inhabityourmoments.com/2014/02/the-one-with-wedding.html" target="_blank">wedding</a>. And next up, New Year's Eve! Dillon and I made plans with my cousin and her fiance, and then our mutual friend (and both of our old roommate) Toni and her boyfriend, to go to...........drumroll please......the casino!!! Surprising right?<br />
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It was super packed and the only open spaces were in the high stakes room, so Tricia and I let the boys do their thing while we cheered them on. Basically, we drank, talked, and drank some more. Luckily the boys were able to put down their chips long enough for a New Year's kiss, but then it was right back to black jack. It was still an amazing New Year's and 2014 has already been pretty great!<br />
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Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16374473099253423830noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824158334694410677.post-571334905369092362014-03-03T13:11:00.000-08:002014-03-03T13:11:34.391-08:00Hey! A Fun Weekend!<div style="text-align: left;">
I finally had a memorable weekend! I usually work 12 hour days both Saturday and Sunday, but I was able to have this Sunday off. My <a href="http://www.inhabityourmoments.com/2013/05/my-best-friend.html" target="_blank">best friend</a> Jamie moved to Texas last August, which is just stupid, but she came home to visit and so I took a day off to see her!</div>
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I left work Saturday night and drove straight to her house. It was pouring rain and usually I don't mind driving in the rain, but the visibility was awful. It was actually a little scary. So once I got to her house I wanted nothing but to cuddle in bed and drink wine with her. But our friend Beca pretty much said "F you we're going out." Haha. It was already late so we just went to Applebee's for appetizers and drinks. But you know what? I didn't take a picture - in typical Emily form. So I guess it didn't really happen, right? But here's a picture of us from my <a href="http://www.inhabityourmoments.com/2013/06/21.html" target="_blank">21st birthday</a>!</div>
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Sunday was the absolute best! We went to a Cubs spring training game with her mom, aunt, and sister.</div>
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They played the Royals and while I have no ties to either team, since Jamie is from Chicago, I obviously rooted for them. Meanwhile, I was singing Royals by Lorde the entire time and this happened:</div>
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I swear they both love me...</div>
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Afterwords we went to Portillo's which is an Illinois based fast-food restaurant. There are only a few of them outside of Illinois and thank goodness there are a couple in Arizona!! It was my first time eating there and I got a breaded chicken sandwich on a croissant with fries. It was absolutely delicious. It's probably a good thing the only two are over an hour away from me because it's a little expensive and I know I would want to eat there every day. If you ever get the opportunity to eat at Portillo's, you <i>need </i>to do it!</div>
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Unfortunately I had to work this morning so I wasn't able to spend another night with Jamie. It wasn't even 24 hours together, but I am just really happy that we got to see each other again. We're the kind of friends who can go months, and months, and months, without seeing each other but we're still able to pick up right where we left off, as if we had just seen each other the day before. It's unfortunate that we do go that long without seeing each other, but I love that we have that kind of friendship. Until July, best friend! Love you!</div>
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Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16374473099253423830noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824158334694410677.post-46540229772243443212014-02-26T08:02:00.000-08:002014-02-26T08:02:00.251-08:00Things You Will Never Hear Me Say<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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1. I seriously <i>love </i>that I can see your butt hanging out of your shorts! So. Cute.</div>
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2. Oh this top knot? I didn't even try, really.</div>
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3. I am such a morning person; I love waking up before 9am!</div>
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4. Oh don't worry, I totally don't mind that you didn't text me back for a couple hours.</div>
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5. Cooking just comes natural to me, I don't even use recipes!</div>
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6. Please don't tell me how you're really feeling, I love playing this game of "guess which kind of emotion I'm feeling towards you today."</div>
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7. Can we please stop watching Netflix?? I have watched way too much today.</div>
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But you know what they say, never say never, right?</div>
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Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16374473099253423830noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824158334694410677.post-36199611002144681252014-02-24T08:16:00.000-08:002014-02-24T08:16:00.454-08:00"I Love You"<div style="text-align: left;">
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Oh, the first time. If I'm being honest, Dillon was not the first boy I said those three little words to. But with said other boy, they were just words with no meaning behind it. I was a silly 15 year old and had absolutely no idea what it really meant.</div>
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With Dillon, it was different. Although I still have to say I don't think either of us knew exactly what it meant to say those words. I believe that we both loved each other at the time, but it was still a puppy kind of love. I think we have been learning throughout our entire relationship what love really means. We learn what it means to love each other every single day and there will never come a day where I know everything there is to know about loving him and being loved by him.</div>
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Wow that got real sappy real fast. My bad. Anyways, onto the story. It was about three months into our relationship, which at the time seemed like forever, but now I can see what babies we were. I remember it being night time, and we were in the parking lot of Fry's Grocery Store. We were arguing about who knows what when all the sudden he kind of threw up his hands and said "I love you, okay? I just - I love you." And you know what I did? I just stared, smiling, like a total crazy person. I was seriously so surprised that he left me speechless. Eventually he was like "Well, aren't you going to say something?" Poor guy looked so sad. As if I wasn't going to say it back! And then I did. I said those three words and my life has changed forever. Maybe too dramatic? But probably not. He has changed my life, this love has changed my life. Super romantic though, right?</div>
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Our first trip together - up to Oregon! Three months after the first "I love you."</div>
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Again, sappy. Sorry! But you want to know the funny part? Dillon and I were talking about it when he was here last weekend and he has a completely different memory of our first "I love you." The way he remembers it, it was very calm and he said "Emily, I have something to tell you. I love you" all sweet and romantic like. I'm pretty sure I'm right, but I can let him have this one if he really wants. ;)</div>
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Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16374473099253423830noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824158334694410677.post-89206724129792694592014-02-19T12:42:00.000-08:002014-02-19T20:02:57.109-08:00Ipsy Favorites<div style="text-align: left;">
It took me a while to decide whether or not I wanted to write reviews on my ipsy glam bags I receive each month. January was my fourth month and I have been very impressed with my bags! I have decided, however, not to write a monthly review. Instead, I will make one post every few months of my favorite items I have received. My main reasoning is because everyone is different. What I like and dislike will most likely be different from what you do, but I would rather share what I <i>like </i>in hopes that you will like it as well, rather than sharing what I dislike and swaying you away from a product that you could actually love without my review. So here we go!<br />
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<b>October//The Art of Beauty</b><br />
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<i>Eco-Beauty Facial Cleanser Wipes - </i>I absolutely loved these facial wipes! One reason is because, since it has been cold out, my faucet takes <i>forever </i>to heat up, so these were perfect for the mornings when I didn't want to waste water. They have a scent, but it was very subtle, so it didn't bother me. They are 100% biodegradable which is pretty cool, and can double as a light make-up remover. Find them <a href="http://lafreshgroup.com/eco-beauty/facial-cleanser-wipes" target="_blank">here</a>.</div>
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<i>Pixi Beauty Bronzer - </i>I was kind of nervous about this because I have never used bronzer before. I didn't really know how or where to apply it (I know, that's embarrassing, what kind of girl am I?) but after looking it up I tried it out, and loved it! Since I don't have anything else to compare it to, I really can't say that this is the best bronzer ever. But I loved how it looked on me, and found myself putting it on almost daily. My color was <i>Summertime</i>, but it also comes in <i>After Beach Glow </i>and <i>Subtly Suntouched. </i>Find it <a href="http://www.pixibeauty.com/makeup/cheeks/beauty-bronzer-kabuki" target="_blank">here</a>.</div>
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<i>Pop Beauty Naturally Bare Eye Shadow - </i>So I'm actually obsessed with this color combo. It is so perfect for my skin tone; it's not too dark that I look like a raccoon when I put it on, but not too light that you can't even tell I'm wearing make up. It's just a sample pack but these three colors are perfect together. I put the gold (middle) as the base color, the grayish color (right) as the "smoky" effect on my outer corners, and then the white sheer (left) as the highlighter under my brow and in the corner of my eyes. When applied with the <a href="http://www.mirabellabeauty.com/tools/eye-blender-brush.html" target="_blank">Mirabella Eye Blender Brush</a>, which also came in this month's bag, it goes on and blends perfectly! Find the full size product <a href="http://popbeauty.co.uk/Popbeauty_Products/Eyes/Bright_Up_Your_Life_-_Naturally_Bare/Index.html" target="_blank">here</a>.</div>
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<i>NYX Extra Creamy Round Lipstick - </i>I am not a big lipstick fan. Actually, I don't think I had ever put lipstick on since my red Belle lipstick from when I was 6. And you know what happened to it? A boy who came to my mom's daycare <i>ate </i>it. Yes...ate it. So I was wary to try it, but I ended up loving it!! I got the Goddess color, which was so perfect. It was a very subtle shade and is true to the name, going on very creamy and beautiful. Find it <a href="http://www.nyxcosmetics.com/p-15-extra-creamy-round-lipstick.aspx" target="_blank">here</a>.</div>
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<i>Healthy Sexy Hair Soy Tri-Wheat Leave in Conditioner - </i>Geez that's a mouthful! I have a leave in conditioner already but don't use it too much. But I was really impressed with this product. It smells really good and doesn't leave my hair feeling greasy or anything unnatural. And it definitely helps detangle my hair! Find it <a href="http://www.ulta.com/ulta/browse/productDetail.jsp?productId=xlsImpprod4270083" target="_blank">here</a>.</div>
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And that is that! My five favorite products I have gotten so far from my ipsy glam bags! That's not to say I didn't like the rest of the things I have gotten. So far, there really hasn't been anything I didn't like. But these are definitely my favorite and the ones that I find myself reaching for to use again and again. And if you are interested in getting an ipsy subscription yourself, you can sign up <a href="http://www.ipsy.com/r/2h25" target="_blank">here</a>!! It is probably the best purchase I have made for myself.</div>
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Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16374473099253423830noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824158334694410677.post-87511047463406766722014-02-17T12:46:00.000-08:002014-02-17T12:46:04.739-08:00My Sweet Valentine<div style="text-align: left;">
First of all, thank you so much for all your support about my <a href="https://www.facebook.com/inhabityourmomentsblog">Facebook page</a> for my blog, which I mentioned in <a href="http://www.inhabityourmoments.com/2014/02/i-joined-dark-side.html">this post</a>. It was comforting to know that so many people feel the same way I do! It is a scary thing, putting yourself out there, but I'm so grateful for all the support I have.<br />
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So...thank god I was able to see Dillon this weekend. It had only been a little over a month since I last saw him but I swear it seemed like six. We had been going through a lot which didn't make the time apart any easier. This weekend together was exactly what we needed.</div>
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I have to say though, our weekend wasn't too eventful, so I won't bother you with an exact play by play. I was wanting to do something fun and exciting. My suggestions ranged from getting a tattoo to skydiving to going on a hike. Unfortunately, since I <a href="http://www.inhabityourmoments.com/2014/02/i-threw-out-my-neck.html">hurt my neck</a> I wasn't really feeling up to anything adventurous. But here are the highlights of the weekend:<br />
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<b>Picking him up at the airport. </b>I cannot explain the amazing feeling I get when I see him walking towards me. I get the dumbest smile on my face and the first hug and kiss is just perfect. And then his first words..."can we go get food?" Just melts my heart. ;) I even tried to curl my hair for him, but I turned out looking more like a lion.<br />
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<b>Night out at Azian. </b>Two of our friends from high school work there so we decided to stop by and see what it was all about. We sat at the sushi bar and had a sake-politan, which I thought was pretty good! Truth is, I actually hate sushi. I hate anything fishy. It creeps me out. But it was actually pretty cool being at the bar, and I even ate some of the sushi and didn't absolutely hate it!<br />
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<b>Hanging out as a family. </b>We took Tuck out of his tank and let him walk around the house a little bit. In order to not lose him we tried tying the balloon Dillon got me for our four year anniversary to him, just in case he tried crawling under a couch or something.</div>
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It didn't last very long. As soon as he started walking it slipped off and it is now hanging out on our ceiling which is too high for anyone to reach. Whoops! We also took a family photo, which I think is pretty darn cute.</div>
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<b>Seeing Dillon's family. </b>On Sunday we decided that we would drive up to see his mom and brother. I have to admit at first I was being a little selfish and just wanted it to be only us. But we got there and played tennis with his brother and watched the Olympics together and it was a lot of fun.</div>
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<b>Just being together. </b>Despite the very low-key weekend, I am just so happy we got to spend time together. We mainly spent it sleeping, watching TV, cuddling, and kissing. And I wouldn't have it any other way. The fact that we can simply hang out without needing to always be doing something shows me that I can spend the rest of my life with him.</div>
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Cheesy enough for you?? Sorry about that. ;) I hope you all had a great Valentine's Day weekend! Our presents to each other was his plane tickets, and I wouldn't have it any other way. :)</div>
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Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16374473099253423830noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824158334694410677.post-54217792479853519512014-02-14T11:33:00.002-08:002014-02-14T11:33:56.788-08:00I Joined the Dark Side<div style="text-align: left;">
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So it happened, blog world. I made my own <a href="https://www.facebook.com/inhabityourmomentsblog" target="_blank">Facebook Page</a> for my blog. I don't know how I feel about it. For some reason I am just very hesitant to do anything involving the blogging world. As much as I would love to grow my blog, it also scares me in some ways? I remember the first time a blogger reached out to me and asked if she wanted to do guest posts for each other, I totally freaked out. I have no idea why, she was so extremely sweet. But I was like <i>what? All the big bloggers I admire have guest posts...I'm not cool enough to do that yet, am I?? </i>But that is how everything has gone when it comes to my blog. But it is my <a href="http://www.inhabityourmoments.com/2014/02/guess-what-i-just-realized.html" target="_blank">goal</a> to grow this blog, and dammit I will! Even if it scares me. Even if I try and fail. So whaddya say? "Like" me on <a href="http://facebook.com/inhabityourmomentsblog" target="_blank">Facebook</a>??<br />
And I just realized how funny of a post this is on Valentine's Day but what the heck. This will be my Valentine's Day present to myself! ;)</div>
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Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16374473099253423830noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824158334694410677.post-86456341287323166182014-02-12T15:59:00.000-08:002014-02-12T15:59:22.141-08:00I Threw Out My Neck<div style="text-align: left;">
How does one even do that? I have no idea, but I did it. Yesterday morning my alarm went off just like any other morning. And just like I do every morning, instead of getting up right when my alarm went off, I opened up Instagram to stay updated on all the lovely picture happenings of my friends and strangers. In order to do that, I apparently felt it necessary to turn from lying on my left side to lie on my right side. Mid turn, however, I heard some seemingly small cracks in my neck and then a searing pain in the left side of my neck.</div>
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I have never been in such pain before...I could barely move without it hurting, and when I did get up to go to the bathroom I felt super nauseous and the pain was so severe I almost passed out. After looking up stuff on the internet (word of advice, don't) I called my mom in tears. I was honestly scared. She told me to wake my roommate up and have her take me to Urgent Care.</div>
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So can I just take a moment to say how absolutely thankful I am for my roommate Brittany? She woke up hours before she normally does, helped me get dressed, drove me to urgent care, brought me back home, picked up my medications, AND brought me food. She's in the medical field and called her professor to check if she should even try to move me since I was in so much pain, and then skipped her classes for the day to help me out. I cannot express how grateful I am to her for all her help yesterday, and her continued help today. I feel so blessed because I probably would have had to call 911 or something if she wasn't there.</div>
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So thank you, Brittany! I am treating you to these drinks as soon as I am feeling better!!</div>
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Basically the doctor told me it was like how people throw out their backs, but with my neck. I just turned my neck the wrong way at the wrong time, and instant pain. Nothing serious though, so thank goodness for that. I got pain meds and muscle relaxants and although I am not back to normal, I feel significantly better than I did yesterday. This has also meant that I have been unable to go to work both yesterday and today. These are the first days off I have had since I started working on January 6th. Yes...I worked every. single. day. up until yesterday. I feel terrible for not being able to go in, but I do not feel comfortable driving since I can still barely turn my head to the left. It is definitely for the best of myself and the kids. I'm just really hoping I'll be feeling better tomorrow so I can go back to work and get back to the gym!</div>
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Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16374473099253423830noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824158334694410677.post-76842905926664125802014-02-10T10:51:00.000-08:002014-02-11T17:29:37.846-08:00The One With the Wedding<div style="text-align: left;">
Anyone understand the title?? Four for you if you do. Also if you understand that reference. Moving on...</div>
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My best friend Becca got married. And it's a hell of a story. Becca and Lance had been dating for over five years when they finally decided to tie the knot. But it wasn't even that simple. Becca and Lance are LDS, and Lance went on his mission to Montana in December 2011. If you live under a rock and don't know, LDS missions are two years, which means that he came back in December 2013. And do you want to know when they got married? December 27th, 2013. Exactly 20 days after he returned. Crazy, right?!? Becca actually had to ask us to be her bridesmaids <i>before </i>Lance even popped the question! Which led to this adorableness:<br />
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Then came the bachelorette party! It wasn't anything too fancy, but it was a lot of fun and (I hope) exactly what Becca wanted. We started off the night by silly stringing the crap out of her (and our house...there is still silly string hanging from our living room fan), putting on some obligatory bachelorette gear, and then heading to Toby Keith's for dinner. There was a live band, which was really cool, and we all sat there talking and laughing and enjoying our delicious meal.<br />
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We even got Tuck to join in!</div>
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And then the wedding! Becca and Lance were sealed in the San Diego Temple.<br />
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After they were sealed and we took some pictures, Dillon and I explored San Diego together. We went to Mission Beach and I must say we went a little crazy...<br />
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That night we spent the night at a hotel together, I made him watch BlackFish, and we had some drinks and played some blackjack at the casino.<br />
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The next day was the reception! It was held at their local Stake Center and it was extremely casual. There was a small ring ceremony which was really nice since us non-mormons, including her family since she is a convert, were not able to see their sealing in the temple. It gave us a chance to share in their special day(s) with them and to really celebrate their marriage. Afterwards there was food, cupcakes, dancing, and talking.<br />
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Those LOVE letters was a DIY project that I made for Becca! They really did take a good amount of time, but I think they turned out great.<br />
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And that was that! They left with a sparklers exit and now they are married! I am so so happy for Becca that she is finally able to be with the love of her life. Two years was too long, but now they can spend every minute together in their lovey dovey newly married way (which I get to see first hand since I live with them). Congratulations Becca! I love you!<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Linking Up: <a href="http://www.thedwellingtree.com/" target="_blank">Let's Be Friends</a></span><br />
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Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16374473099253423830noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824158334694410677.post-67028083140758023262014-02-10T08:53:00.000-08:002014-02-11T18:19:39.509-08:00Guess What I Just Realized<div style="text-align: left;">
I was able to cross my first thing off my <a href="http://www.inhabityourmoments.com/p/30-x-30.html" target="_blank">30 before 30</a> list! How awesome is that?!? That's right, I <a href="http://www.inhabityourmoments.com/2014/01/crying-over-my-diploma.html" target="_blank">graduated college</a> and it feels so gooood!<br />
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And being able to cross that off my list made me want to cross <i>more </i>things off <i>more </i>lists. So I'm making some goals for myself, which are going to be extremely random. But it's going to happen right here, right now!</div>
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<b>1. Work on Growing This Blog</b> - I love this blog of mine. Despite my frequent blogging breaks, and still not being able to completely throw myself into it, I really do love it. So my goal is to grow in my writing, my readership, and my involvement in the blogging world. I already took the first step by purchasing my own domain for my blog! I have to say, I am <i>extremely </i>excited about it! Also, I feel like putting money into my blog will cause me to focus on it more. See why in number 2.</div>
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<b>2. Continue to Work Out - </b>I have been working out pretty consistently for about a month now. If you have not tried <a href="http://toneitup.com/" target="_blank">Tone It Up</a> yet, I <i>highly </i>recommend it. I feel so incredibly inspired by those beautiful women! I think what people don't realize is that it really isn't about being skinny, it is about being <i>fit </i>and feeling <i>confident </i>about your body. And I feel more confident than ever! This ties in with number one because since I purchased a gym membership, it makes me want to get the most of my money and get my butt to the gym!<br />
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<b>3. Make a Budget and Stick to It - </b>My last semester of college I took a personal finance course that honestly has changed the way I think about money. That sounds so silly, but it's totally true. If you have never read <a href="http://www.amazon.com/All-Your-Worth-Ultimate-Lifetime/dp/0743269888" target="_blank">All Your Worth</a> by Elizabeth Warren and Amelia Warren Tyagi, I recommend you get right on it. I now feel so confident that money will not be a big issue in my life because of what I learned in this book. However, with how I am paid (hourly and not on salary, and my hours change weekly) it is really hard for me to create and stick to a set budget. I'm hoping I can figure it all out and <i>stick with it </i>soon.<br />
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So three goals are better than no goals, right?? Here's to really hoping I can stick to them.<br />
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I am so excited to finally be linking up with Brianna over at <a href="http://www.endlesslybeloved.com/2014/02/ten-favorite-things-link-up.html" target="_blank">Endlessly Beloved</a>! </div>
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To be honest, when I first heard of this link up, I didn't know if I could do it. D and I are having a really rough time right now. We have so much going on in our lives and not enough time together to figure everything out. But now I see that that is precisely the reason why I <i>need </i>to do this link up. Despite all our hard times, I love that man, and it's always good to reflect on why. So here are my 10 favorite things about him:</div>
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<b>1. He loves me</b> - I know that's cheesy, but it's an amazing feeling to be so loved by another person. To know that no matter what trials we are going through, he loves me.</div>
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<b>2. His humor - </b>He can always make me laugh, even if he's not meaning to. He has a very sarcastic sense of humor, but I love it. I also love that he gets my sense of humor...or not. I'm pretty sure they are just pity laughs, but that makes me love him even more.</div>
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<b>3. He's supportive - </b>I have been feeling incredibly insecure about my new full-time job. But he has been so incredibly supportive of me and what I am doing, and I honestly don't think I could do it without him.</div>
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<b>4. His determination - </b>He is determined to do well in everything he does and to be a better person. He fails sometimes, just like everyone else, but he has enough determination to see where he went wrong and try again. </div>
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<b>5. He's outgoing - </b>When we first started dating, I would have been perfectly fine with staying inside all day and lounging around. He always wanted to get up and out and <i>do </i>something. And I love him for that, because he has made me a more outgoing person.</div>
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<b>6. His smile - </b>I don't know what it is, but that man's smile just makes my heart happy. It's so charming, and my favorite time to see him smile is when we see each other for the first time after being apart. I just melt into his arms.</div>
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<b>7. He cares - </b>I am a girl. I get emotional. If I had it my way, I would be told every second of every day how amazing I am (because I am, duh). But that's not always how relationships work - we're busy, tired, we argue, etc. But every time I question things, he turns around and tells me/shows me just how much he truly cares about me.<br />
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<b>8. We can joke around - </b>I love that we can joke around with each other and still know that we love each other. I like to make fun of him because he's scared of anything he can't control (roller coasters, sky diving, etc). He likes to make fun of me for not always understanding jokes (he's constantly saying "you don't get it baby")<br />
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<b>9. His arms - </b>Our relationship is in no way all about the physical stuff, but there is nothing better than being wrapped in a big hug from him. Along with his smile, it's the best thing ever to get that first hug after months apart. There is something so safe and comforting about being in his arms.<br />
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<b>10. We just...work - </b>I don't think there is any one thing I can say makes us so good together. We are different in so many ways, including what we each consider being "adventurous" and "daring". But we are also so alike, including that we would both love to travel the world.<br />
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I could think of more, of course, but this is called TEN favorite things. Thank you for letting me be cheesy and talk all about my love!<br />
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Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16374473099253423830noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824158334694410677.post-66859377778089993452014-01-30T13:37:00.000-08:002014-01-30T13:37:38.397-08:00My Life - TGBTL<div style="text-align: left;">
Here is the prompt: How <span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); text-align: center;">did you picture this stage of your life when you were younger. How is it the same/different? <a href="http://www.abeautifulexchangeblog.com/2014/01/TGBTL8.html" target="_blank">TGBTL</a></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); text-align: center;">Truthfully, as far as I can recall, I never thought too far into the future. I do remember wanting to <a href="http://epattenxoxo.blogspot.com/2013/05/my-first-major.html" target="_blank">be a maid</a> when I was in first grade. Setting high goals for myself since '98. So, according to my six year old self, I am no where near where I thought I would be when I was older!</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); text-align: center;">I do remember that I used to think 20-something-year-olds had it all put together. I am the oldest of my siblings, but my childhood friend had two older brothers and I looked up to them in awe. <i>What do you mean he doesn't live with you anymore? He goes to </i>college?? <i>Who is that girl he's always with? </i>And I figured that when I was his age, I would be just like that. I would move out, go to college, get a boyfriend, and have my life completely figured out.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); text-align: center;">Well, I did <a href="http://epattenxoxo.blogspot.com/2013/08/that-time-i-moved-out.html" target="_blank">move out</a>, I <a href="http://epattenxoxo.blogspot.com/2014/01/crying-over-my-diploma.html" target="_blank">graduated college</a>, and I have a <a href="http://epattenxoxo.blogspot.com/2013/05/that-time-i-had-my-first-successful-date.html" target="_blank">pretty sweet boyfriend</a>. The one thing that hasn't gone according to plan? I in no way whatsoever have it "all figured out." What does this even mean, really? Does anyone actually think they have it all figured out?? I definitely don't. And I'm okay with that. I have a full time job that doesn't fit into the norm, I live on my own with good friends, I have a boyfriend who I want to share the rest of my life with, and I have an idea of what I want to do as a career. And I wouldn't want it any other way. I have no idea where I'll be a year from now, and I'm okay with that. The future is important, but not as important as right now. And although it's not exactly how I thought it would be, I know I'm exactly where I should be.</span></div>
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Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16374473099253423830noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824158334694410677.post-61194143431953674702014-01-27T07:04:00.000-08:002014-01-27T07:04:00.676-08:00Christmas 2013Thanksgiving, Graduation, and now Christmas! It had been an eventful couple months and it wasn't over yet!<br />
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I mentioned in my last post that my parents and brothers flew down for my graduation, and luckily they were all able to be here for Christmas Eve, as well! We all drove over to my Aunt's house in the evening and then went to church. My grandpa leads the youth band and they were playing at the Christmas Eve service. My grandpa is seriously so adorable playing on his keyboard and leading the teens.<br />
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We call this family the "planned" family...my sister and I were planned babies, my brothers...not so much.</div>
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Only slightly obsessed with our dresses and shoes. We got both dresses from Charlotte Russe and her booties are from Target and my heels are from Marshall's. I accidentally left my shoes there that night due to being slightly under the influence. I really hope I can get them back because I'm in love with them!</div>
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After that we went back to my Aunt's house to eat Krup Kracker, which is something I look forward to every single Christmas. It's a Norwegian dish (I think) and it's basically potato stuffed with ham. No description could do it justice, really. It's just delicious. After that we all sat down and opened presents. Then came the drinking, pool, beer pong, signs, and more drinking. It was an amazing night.</div>
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Unfortunately, my parents had a flight back to North Dakota at 6am Christmas morning, so my sister and I had to skip sleep and drive them to the airport. It was pretty sad that they weren't there for Christmas Day, but I was happy that we all got to spend Christmas Eve together as a family.<br />
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Christmas Day was definitely weird. Dillon drove home to spend the morning with his family. That left just my siblings and I staying in the house we were in over break. We woke up, watched No Strings Attached, played pool, and ate eggrolls. A little strange for Christmas morning, right? But it was honestly great. Later that day we went to my other Aunt's house for Christmas lunch and to spend time with family. It's really nice that pretty much my whole dad's side of the family lives in Arizona because we still have family around even if my parents aren't.<br />
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And that was Christmas, ya'll! Definitely far from normal, but altogether perfect.<br />
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Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16374473099253423830noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824158334694410677.post-64096899115366266842014-01-23T08:00:00.000-08:002014-01-23T08:00:05.602-08:00Crying Over My DiplomaAnd just like that, I am now a college graduate. I have to say, it is strange. No more classes, no more homework, and no more studying...ever. Unless I decide to get my master's of course, but that will be a ways down the road.<br />
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First off, I feel so blessed and loved by all the support I received from my family and friends. I am so grateful that Dillon was able to be there for my graduation. My parents and brothers also flew down from North Dakota, my sister was home from college, my uncle, godparents, god-siblings(?), grandma, and best friend all came. I truthfully didn't understand why so many people wanted to come just to see me walk across a stage, but I am so thankful for all of them.<br />
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I am sooo happy that I met this girl nearly four years ago in freshman year Spanish class. We took a class together almost every semester after that, as well. I am also so happy that we were able to graduate together! I didn't know very many people who were graduating in December, so I am so happy we were able to graduate and sit together during the ceremony.<br />
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I was actually really nervous to walk across the stage. Estacia and I kept joking that one of us was going to trip on stage, but <i>thankfully </i>that didn't happen to either of us. We walked across the stage to the cheering of our adoring fans ;) and were ecstatic afterwards.<br />
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Afterwards there was food and drinks available (but no open bar...seriously?!?) and I had the chance to take a picture with all the wonderful people who came to support me.<br />
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I think you already know who this handsome man is. ;)</div>
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My best friend and roommate Becca and her fiance (at the time, NOW husband!).</div>
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Uncle Cary</div>
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My amazing parents who have supported me through this whole crazy college experience.</div>
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My lovely family!</div>
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My godmother and two of her children, let's just call them my cousins!</div>
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Dillon and his mama! She is such a sweet woman and has welcomed me into her family, so I was so happy she was able to come and see me graduate. </div>
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In the evening my grandparents threw me a small graduation party and my relatives who couldn't make it to my graduation came to celebrate with me.<br />
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These GORGEOUS flowers came from my best friend Jamie. She couldn't make it since she lives in Texas, but it was So sweet and unexpected of her to send me these flowers to congratulate me and let me know she was thinking of me.</div>
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It was an amazing day and night. But now...I'm a college graduate. I work, sleep, eat, and cry over my diploma.<br />
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Oh me, oh my. It has been so long since I have last updated this blog of mine! So let's play catch up, shall we?<br />
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This was one of the best Thanksgiving breaks I have had in a long time, for many reasons. First off, Thanksgiving is my absolute favorite holiday. The food is amazing, and I get to spend quality time with my family that isn't all about material possessions. Dillon also comes home for an entire week for Thanksgiving break which is the best.<br />
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Dillon flew into Phoenix so I drove to Queen Creek the Saturday before Thanksgiving. It was nice because we were able to spend some time with his family before heading back to Tucson. I don't know if I have mentioned this before but my parents now live in North Dakota. Our puppies, however, are still at the house, so I went to go visit them.<br />
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Afterwards we went mud bogging! It was fun...but I was all too eager to volunteer to get out and videotape them racing around instead of me being in the backseat ready to hurl.<br />
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We then went back to Tucson since I still had class and work until Wednesday. Luckily it wasn't all bad...Dillon's 21st birthday was on Tuesday so we had a lot to celebrate!<br />
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I booked us a room at Casino del Sol, so after I got off work and gave him his gifts, we headed over there to hang out until he could go out at midnight!<br />
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The "alcohol garden" I made for him along with a Breaking Bad flask (his favorite) that says "I Am The Danger."</div>
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And, finally, MIDNIGHT! We pretty much played blackjack and drank that night and all of the next day. You only turn 21 once, right?? Well, I kinda got to turn 21 twice with him. ;)<br />
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Later that day we drove to Chandler to pick my sister up from my uncle's house. They also made a wonderful home cooked meal for us, plus his daughters (my cousins), and it was so nice!<br />
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Finally, Thanksgiving day arrived! That morning I made a corn dish and then we headed to my grandparents' house for lunch. Despite my parents and brothers not being there, I still had an amazing time with my extended family.<br />
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Friday we drove up to Prescott to spend time with Dillon's family at his aunt's house. His cousin just recently had a baby and she was just too precious. It was so cute to see Dillon holding a little baby girl, even if he didn't quite know what to do with her.<br />
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The rest of the weekend was spent going to different casinos and enjoying our time together! I have to say, even when I know the next time we see each other will be very soon, it is still hard to say goodbye. But I am definitely grateful for the time we do have together, however brief.<br />
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Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16374473099253423830noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824158334694410677.post-30067464614798227752013-12-05T12:13:00.000-08:002013-12-05T12:13:38.054-08:00Self-Portrait<div style="text-align: center;">
My second assignment for my art class was to take a self-portrait and create an artist statement. My <a href="http://epattenxoxo.blogspot.com/2013/11/i-can-be-artsyright.html" target="_blank">first assignment</a> was a lot of fun, but I was really excited about this one. I hope you like it, too!<br />
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A Solitary Combination (2013): Emily<br />
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I am Emily Rebekah: an individual, independent of others. Despite this, I have found that those who surround me also shape me: my closest relationships and mere acquaintances. I have always believed in the power of relationships, in how they can simultaneously break and heal you. Even at a young age, I could see pieces of other people imbedded in me. The phrases I said, the way I walked, the thoughts in my head. Yet I could still tell who I was underneath all of the influenced behaviors, who I would be even if I were solitary.</div>
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I now find myself for the most-part independent. I am a twenty-one year-old full-time college student with two jobs; I live over a thousand miles away from my immediate family, and over eight hundred miles from the man I love. However, I am still dependent on others. I love having three roommates who I consider my best friends. I hate that my family moved away from me and that we might not spend holidays together. I am deeply shaped by the absence of my boyfriend. We have been together for four years, but distance has separated us for three and a half years. It has been a constant emotional battle of trying to be “strong”, realizing that this time is good for us to grow independently, and also knowing that it is okay to want to be with someone else so badly it hurts.</div>
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My self-portrait is a combination of two pictures which shows the two “sides” of me. I am a solitary being, alone and independent of others. I am my own person with my own thoughts, emotions, and feelings. I can stand on my own, knowing that I do not have to rely on others for personal happiness. However, I am always open to letting others into my life. I crave the closeness of other human beings, of facilitating relationships. I am always waiting for my other half to someday join me and to lie by my side. That side of the bed will always be open to him, because together we make the perfect combination.</div>
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Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16374473099253423830noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824158334694410677.post-59056178792112609492013-11-19T11:03:00.000-08:002013-11-19T11:03:25.285-08:00Come Back, Weekend<div style="text-align: left;">
I guess you can call me a rebel, because I'm doing my weekend recap today instead of on Monday like all the "normal" bloggers do. Really, it makes so much more sense to do it on Monday, but what can I say, I'm <strike>weird</strike> unique.</div>
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Friday's have been a little weird for me now that I don't get off work until 8/8:30. My roommates and I ended up going to Applebee's and we didn't start eating until 10pm. I don't know about you, but to me that is a <i>really late </i>dinner. Afterwards we went to Frost to get gelato...<i>yumm.</i> Then we <i>finally</i> got around to watching the Pretty Little Liars Halloween special. The fact that it took us so long to watch is just sad. Anyone else big PLL fans?? Honestly, I didn't think the episode was that great...but I won't say why because I don't want to give any spoilers for those who are even worse than me and still haven't seen it.</div>
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I spent most of Saturday lounging and playing with the stuff that came in my ipsy bag. I really had nowhere to be, but you better believe I used every single thing that came in it on my face...hopefully the people that did see me that day didn't think I looked like a hot mess. I was lucky enough to see a fellow USAFA girlfriend on Saturday, though! She is from Albuquerque but her and some of her friends drove to Tucson for a fun day trip! I met them on campus and showed them around Greek row and the main part of campus! It was a short visit but very sweet. We decided that since we're only a four hour drive from each other, we should try to plan some more weekend visits next semester!</div>
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Although I really should have gotten some more homework done than I did, I ended up watching Supernatural all. day. long. I honestly didn't start my homework until 9pm. Whoops! I really don't know why I think it's a good idea to leave all my homework for Sundays anyways. All weekends should be homework free, am I right?<br />
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Randoms from the weekend:</div>
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They were at home together and I was at work when they did this...I was destined to lose this one!!<br />
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My adorable turtle in his new rock. It is seriously so cute to see him sleeping inside of it with his cute little hands sticking out the little hole in the rock.</div>
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<b>I hope you had an amazing weekend! Did you do anything fun?</b></div>
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<b>Also, quick question: </b>would my lovely readers like to see an Ipsy review on my blog? To be honest, I tend to skip over any type of review posts, but I know that some people like them. Tell me what you think either way!</div>
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