All grown up

They say a picture is worth a thousand words.

I'd say so too.

You guys are all grown up.

Heartbreakers

So honored to take my cousins' back to school pictures.

What sweet kids, we had such a fantastic time.

They loved making each other laugh.

If you ask me there is nothing sweeter then a brother and sisters who love each other!

Did I tell you about that one time?

In high school I refused to use my locker.

I used to get nervous about being late to class.

Like really, really nervous.

I've since been diagnosed with Generalized Anxiety Disorder.

So...maybe that explains some things from back in the day.

Or maybe it's an excuse. Not really sure.

Anyways I literally used to carry ALL of my books in my backpack. I bet it weighed 50 pounds.

It was always totally bulging.

In fact, my dad #2 used to make fun of me for it.

Technically he's my 'stepdad' but that's such an ugly word. However, I don't want you thinking I have two dads' and that they are gay. Not that being gay is bad. That's just not the case with my dads'.

Back on track here.


One time I swear my heavy backpack saved my life. I was climbing up the cement stairs to our apartment and I missed the top step;

I then proceeded to tumble down 15 cement stairs and landed on my back(pack). I'm pretty sure I could have been paralyzed. Okay maybe not injured that severely but it could've been worse.
It could've been better? But it definitely could have been worse :)

Dad #2 insisted that the weight of the backpack is what caused me to fall ALL the way down the stairs. I will eternally disagree. It saved my life.

So there's a little background to prepare you for my next story.

I've always been a packer I guess. Overstuffed my backpack in high school and since then it's transferred over to my purses.

I always have way too much crap in my purse. Kylee stood on the scale with my purse a couple of months ago. When I took the purse away from her she weighed ten pounds less.

Ten pounds? Really what could I need so badly that caused my purse to weigh ten pounds?

Nothing.

Anyways so a few years ago I walked myself in to Target with my heavy purse.

I decided I really needed to go to the restroom. So I cautiously glanced at the Women's room door trying to debate if I could hold it for another couple of hours (that's usually the minimum amount of time I spend in Target, anyone else have this problem?)

I couldn't hold it.

So I ventured into the restroom and reminded myself of my personal motto for using public restrooms. Are you ready ladies?

Hover, unless you're going to cover.

So seeing as how I had to go super bad I decided to hover (TMI? sorry, stop reading then).

I hung my ginormous and morbidly obese purse on the hook of the door.

Then I put my head down and got to business.

I'm not sure if I had drank 4 gallons of water earlier that day or what but I had to hover for a long time that day.

When I looked up (still going to the bathroom) I discovered that my freaking heavy purse had swung the door open and standing right there was a lady looking at me with her eyeballs about to pop out of her head.

"This is uncomfortable." I stated. Then I shut the door.

Please tell me that I am not the only one that awkward stuff like this happens too? I mean are you joking me right now?

I've since then tried to scale back the amount of crap I keep in my purses. When your purse is so heavy that the gravity of it's weight can open bathroom stall doors you have a problem.

You should share your humiliating moments in my comment box. That way when I reflect on my most embarrassing moments I can reflect on yours too.

Anyone? Anyone?

Busy Bee

Sometimes I see pictures of my dog and I (like Corey) forget that she is not a human child.

Because truth be told I love her like a human.




I would be totally fine if my future children possessed qualities similar to those of Bailey.

For example;

She loves to cuddle. I hope my babies love to snuggle.

She takes lots of naps during the day allowing me to get lots done and take some naps myself.

She only eats once a day....how convenient is that?

However, I will be totally fine if my kids don't go potty in the yard.

Also it would not be cool if my children licked my feet like Bailey has been licking my feet the whole time I've been constructing this post.

I mean enough is enough Bailey, get a grip.

In other news I have kind of abandoned my blog this past month.

How sad is that?

Its because I've been working on something and it's kind of consumed my computer time.

I set up a website for my photography! Hurray.

Are you so excited?

Are you so excited you peed your pants? Don't lie.

Anyways you should put a link to my website on the side of your blog.....

Wouldn't that be fun?

I know my sister Natalie will do it.

Cause she is a true fan.

Are you?

Post Edit: I guess you can't link up to my photography if you don't have the site... Right Deborah? www.krystlejohnsonphotography.com

My hand is raised

Raise your hand If you can say you spent your 2nd anniversary fishing on Cass lake.....

Well it was opening fishing here in Minnesota so I don't know what i was expecting...



Oh and just an FYI Corey's mother caught this fish.

She just let him hold it.

Cause mom's are nice like that.


And Don't worry.

I released that tadpole I caught back into the lake.

Oh and in addition yes my shirt says "Beaver Fever".

Go BSU.

I only said that because we are still paying for the education my husband received from there.

SO ya. I wear the shirt sometimes.


Corey.

Bailey is not a human child.

You should know this, only because it gets awkward sometimes.

You know babe, there is this thing called a biological clock.

And mine is a tickin' so if you would like a human child........

I will say it was quite fun, and a story I can share with future generations of Johnsons' to inform them how romantic Great Grandpa Corey was.

Who am I kidding. I had so much fun. And truth be told, there's not another soul I'd rather spend my anniversary fishing with.

I cannot tell a lie.....

I can not pretend that the last two years of my life have been complete bliss.

I can not act like I haven't had my doubts.

In you and in me.

I can not pretend like the journey we started together 24 months ago, has been nothing but roses.

I can not sit here and fictitiously state that you always remember to tell me I'm beautiful and that you believe in me.

Because let's be honest.

You forget.

I can not tell a lie.

Because I refuse to be THAT phony.

I can not act like marriage has not been one of the most challenging ventures I have ever been faced with.

Because it has.

I cannot fake the simple fact that we easily lose patience with each other.

And I can not pretend like I don't want to choke you 3-6 times a week.

Because generally I want to.

But I refrain (no worries, Corey is not a battered husband)

But here is what else I can not fake.

I can not pretend like you aren't my best friend.

You are my best friend.

I can not act like my heart doesn't melt when you hold my hand.

Because it melts.

I can not act like you aren't my favorite snuggle partner.

You are my favorite snuggle partner.

I can not act like it is easy to beat you in rummikub.

Because that is NOT easy.

I can not pretend to be disappointed with the man that you've become.

Because I AM NOT disappointed.


I can not pretend that I don't believe in you.

I believe in you.

I believe in our plans.

Even if they are just 'plans' for now.

I can not pretend that you will be a lame dad.

Let's face it you're going to rock the socks off fatherhood.

I can not pretend that if faced with the decision all over again that I would choose differently.

I would choose you all over again.

I would choose this journey with you, knowing all that I know.

I can not pretend like I am always an easy person to love.

I can not pretend that my anxieties and insecurities are NOT a road block that we are constantly struggling to overcome.

I am grateful for your patience (which seems to be much more extensive than my own).

I am grateful for a husband that loves me when it's good and when it's ugly.

Cause let's not pretend like it doesn't get ugly.

I am grateful that you make me laugh at times when I want to sob.

I am so blessed to be your wife.

I am so happy to have celebrated our 2nd anniversary.

I am so eternally grateful for all the struggles we've learned to power through together.

I am grateful to call you my partner, companion, friend and husband.

I love you precious.

Happy Anniversary

Spot of Tea?

On Saturday I took pictures of my sister in Arizona.

We went all out.

Earlier in the week she came over to discuss props and accessories.

And she came over to visit (let's just be honest).

So while watching reruns of "The Hills" and gasping over how horrible Heidi's face looks, we tied ribbon to mason jars and stuck candles in them.

We figured this would be a fun prop to hang from a tree behind her. (ooo and it was btw)

After we were done we decided to give our mason jar/candles a test run.

We then proceeded to head outside (accompanied by my mother).

We then forced my mom to take pictures of us while we pretended to have a tea party.

Because sometimes, you just NEED to have a tea party with your sister.

You can see we got really dressed up for the occasion.

I also don't know how we managed to take ANY pictures with a straight face because we were pretty much cracking up the whole time.

And in case you were wondering Nat's 'tea cup' says "World's Greatest Mother."

More pics of Nat's REAL photo session later. (as in later this week, not later today)

I should warn you now, you might want to have some fainting salts handy because she looks so fabulous you might pass out.