No More First Days of School

I have to admit, it feels very strange not buying new school clothes, school supplies, or thinking about school. Working at Target, I see kids anxiously buying supplies and occasionally meeting up with others and discussing their classes, new teachers, and new schools.


This is the first time in 15 years that I will not experience a first day of school. I went Preschool through my three years of college and that's it. I have finished school, unless I decide to get my Masters down the road (which I have been considering for a bit now). It's crazy that something that has been consistent for 15 years is suddenly complete. Wow. 


I started thinking back through my 15 years of education and had a few memories from each year stand out. I wanted to share those memories with you, and encourage you to share your memories back! :)


I remember in... 


Preschool: Lying on the squares of carpet, pretending to nap but staring at the hallway instead. Boys in my class used to hide in the cupboards of a rolling cart for some reason. My classmates and I got to take turns bringing something for snack time. When my name was selected, I brought Goldfish, and my teacher noticed me making them "swim" into my mouth and announced to the class how silly it was. To this day, I still make Goldfish swim into my mouth. 


Kindergarden: I met some friends that I have carried throughout most of my life. I remember sitting on the carpet and playing with covered foam blocks and painting on easels for the first time. I also remember getting in trouble for washing the paint brushes in the bathroom sink and not the other sink. Some boy drew on the bathroom walls with his poop.


First grade: I accidently spelled train like "trayn" but was placed in a high reading group. Wore forest green sweat pants and pig-embroidered overalls to school (I literally wore the sweat pants, like every day). 


Second grade: I learned to spell "because" using a song I still sing in my head today. B-e-ca-use. Hmm, doesn't really make sense without the beat, but still, it's a good song. :)


Third grade: I was transfered out of Mrs. O'Brien's class because it was too easy. I learned how to write in cursive in Mrs. Stroh's class


Fourth grade: Mrs. Anderson's class was in the portables... my first class outside of the main building. I stayed home sick from school one day and Ali had to come home sick because she threw up her Rice Krispies on the playground before school started


Fifth grade: Read Where the Red Fern Grows and hated it. My classmates and I found out a cool way to make a recliner out of our desk chairs by flipping them over and using our backpacks as a cushion


Sixth grade: First year in middle school. We walked to school with our friend Rachel (who we met before Kindergarden). I went to Outdoor School and Mom allowed Ali and I to wear a light layer of mascara and lip gloss


Seventh grade: First year as a three sport athlete. This love of sports (volleyball, basketball and track) would continue up until my freshman year in college). Our English teacher, Mrs. Carlson, told Ali and I in front the entire class that we were her "fashion icons." Some days, we would come to school and she would be wearing the same outfit as us. Seriously


Eighth grade: Ran for student council for RHS, didn't get it because of a boy named Dennis. Had to write an apology letter to Mrs. Carlson because Ali, Yianna and I laughed when a guy named Moon was dancing in the hallway ,when we should have been listening to her read something to us. Avoided detention, but this was the closest I ever got (proud to say that I have NEVER received a detention)


Freshman year: Started my first year at Reynolds High School. Got involved with FCA and began journalism classes 


Sophomore year: Got on Sophomore class council because I told ASB (who was deciding class council) that I could be a kitchen utensil I would be a spork, because they are unique. Pretty solid answer don't you think? I had Taco Bell on my mind, obviously. Also, almost broke the school record with my 4x4 relay team for track. 


Junior year: Got on ASB, first time I was varsity in all three of my sports


Senior year: Graduated Valedictorian, Lettered in three sports, ASB again (involved with 11 extracurricular activities), prom princess, homecoming princess, a part of Relay for Life planning committee (that year we raised over $38,000), editor-in-chief for the school paper, wrote an article that made my teachers cry (not in a good way)


Freshman year at George Fox University: Straight A student (A- though in Environmental Science with Chinchi Chen), met a really, really, really cute boy named David Green playing volleyball during our Serve Day carnival. Met him again during our Intro. to Video class and fell in love. David told me he was falling in love with me, and that I should love him too, after knowing him for three days. :) :)


Sophomore year at GFU: Had a radio show for the second year in a row, was R.A. for 19 girls in Coffin 3W, summitted the Middle Sister in Sisters, OR, played intramural sports for the second year in a row


Junior/Senior year at GFU: Married my best friend and love of my life, David, in May of that year. Honeymooned to Hawaii for 14 days. Moved into our first apartment and could walk to classes. Got our first pet, a fish named Huckleberry Finn, graduated with honors (3.88 GPA) and Lambda Pi Eta honors, worked on the school paper as an editor, had a radio show with David.

First year out of school: David and I moved out of Newberg and into a two bedroom condo that we love. I was promoted at work and David became full-time at Apple, our niece turned three (today!) and our nephew was born (on Aug. 22), my sister moved to Germany and won't be back until December, and we went on a road trip to Idaho. 

It's hard to believe that education has played such a huge part of my life. In reality though, it's just a 15 year chapter of my life. I can't wait to see what the next chapter is like. Who knows, maybe the next 15 years will involve a new home, new additions to our family, a new car, new positions in our jobs... the Lord only knows.


:)


Needless to say, I am excited to see his plan for us as graduates of the educational system. 


:)

HE'S HERE!

Meet the CUTEST little boy in the world. My nephew, Everett David Jensen, born today at 12:06 p.m. He was 22.5 inches and 8 lbs. 15 oz. :) We are SO in love!

I'll link to my sister-in-law's blog when she posts about her delivery. It's her story to tell and I want you all to hear it in her own words. :)

Baby Update

No news to report yet. I ended up falling asleep on the couch-bed for a few hours before waking up to Patti's contractions. She sounded like she was battling some rough ones last night, and I knew when she said, "I think I'd like the epidural now," that it was time for David and I to give Brett and Patti some privacy.

David woke up and was completely delirious. He was wandering and we got settled in the waiting room. Sue took one couch, David took the other, and I slept on the floor. I was happy to give the couch up for David though, haha. He was SO tired, and I already had a few hours of sleep in me.

We woke up just before 8:00 a.m. and David and I headed down to the hospital cafeteria. It was actually pretty good! David had an omelette and I had a two breakfast sandwiches. Mine were dry but David's omelette looked delicious... minus everything but the eggs, cheese, and bacon. :)

We are currently sitting in Patti's room again. It sounds like her and Brett got a few hours of sleep, which is good. Apparently Everett is in Patti's ribs still, but we keep telling him to come to the light, haha.

We'll see how long Everett decides to stay in hibernation. Hopefully he'll get out of there soon!

Everett Update

No baby yet.

I am struggling to stay awake, but I have nothing to complain about considering I am not the one with an IV in my arm and a baby in my body. :)

Patti is doing great though. She's trying to stay comfortable, Brett is on the computer, David's mom is watching TV, and David and I are challenging each other in Words With Friends (I am winning).

:)

Nothing else happening on the baby front. I'll keep you posted. :)

A Baby, a Buick, and Another Country

Hey blogger friends! I apologize for my lack of blogging lately, it's been a crazy last couple days.

Last week I had a really busy work week. On Wednesday, I worked a 9.5 hour day, and on Thursday a 10 hour day. Needless to say, I have been so exhausted I have been falling asleep at 9:30 p.m every night. I am turning into my mother. :)

This last weekend was really chalked full of emotions. On Saturday, David had to work, so I headed out to Gresham to spend the day at my parents house. It was the last time I would be spending time with my twin sister, Ali, but more on that in a little bit.

As some of you know, David and I were in a rear-end collision (not our fault) in December, and we have been trying to deal with the car and insurance ever since. After trying to sell it on Craigslist, we decided to donate the car. We had someone lined up to sell it to, but he was offering much less than I was okay with. After all, this was my first real car.

So, Saturday my sister and I ran a few errands, including dropping my car off at The Portland Rescue Mission. I felt really good about doing it. The man in charge of auto donations was really thankful, and the men that helped me with the paperwork were really grateful. I do have to admit I was a little sad leaving her behind. I took a few pictures with her, hugged her, and kissed her goodbye. *Sigh*

That was the start of my emotional day.

My family and I watched The Bucket List and ate my favorite dinner in the entire world. Flank steak, Rice-a-Roni and garlic bread. Ask my family, I could eat an entire cow if it was marinated in the secret marinade. Oh dear, I am salivating as we speak.

David came over after work and he got to enjoy it too. :)

Sunday morning, we all woke up and drove to the airport. We would be saying goodbye to Ali for four months, as she was leaving for... wait for it... GERMANY!

Ali is participating for her second time in a program called Camp Adventure. In the past, she has worked as a day-camp counselor on the American military base for the children whose parents are deployed. She was not certain if that is what she would be doing this time, but it is the same sort of thing. Follow her trip here: Ali.

I am really proud of her, but man, it is so hard saying bye to her for four months.

After we said goodbye, David and I raced to the hospital to see his sister, Patti, who was in labor. Unfortunately it was a bit of a false alarm, but here we are! Monday evening and she is getting induced! :) We can't wait and are sitting patiently waiting for Everett David Jensen to join the world.

I'll keep you posted!

Wordless Wednesday: I love my family

Things you don't say to a first-time garage saler

The condos that we now live in are having a garage sale. I decided this morning to try and sell some of the stuff I have on Craigslist just to see if we can get rid of anything.

A little girl and her mom just walked up to look at my stuff (it is a pitiful amount, compared to the three family set-up a few places away...).

The girl looked at her mom and said, "This looks boring, I'm going back over there."


I'm calling it a day. I'm over this. Hahahaha....

Why I Relay

When I was a freshman in high school, I had to say goodbye to my grandpa. I remember that day like it was yesterday. I was out on my high school's soccer field watching the boy's freshman team play, when I heard a whistle. It's a whistle I am very familiar with. It's a whistle by my dad.

I turned around to see him motioning me that it was time to go. I was confused why he was here, usually he was at work around this time. But then I saw his face and knew something was wrong.

My sister and I joined Dad in the car and he said it was time to say goodbye.

Opa, what we called my grandpa (it's actually German for grandpa) would lose his battle with Leukemia that September day.

I remember walking into their house and seeing him sitting in his favorite chair, asleep, and hooked up to an oxygen tank. I remember the noises and the smell. Mom and dad said we needed to go say goodbye so my sisters and cousins took turns hugging and kissing him one last time.

When it was my turn I walked up, wrapped my arms around his shoulders and said, "I love you Opa." It was so difficult. I mean, what do you say in those situations? It's so scary, and so surreal.

Every since we were little, Opa would wait for one of us to hug him and then scream really loud to startle us. It was hilarious and one of my favorite things he'd do. When Ali went up to hug him, despite being exhausted and sick, he screamed one last time, making us all laugh and smile, and then well up with tears.

I remember walking into the bathroom, locking the door behind me and crying. But the tears wouldn't come as heavily as I thought they would. It wasn't until the funeral that the tears really came.

Two years after his death, I got involved with something called Relay for Life, a branch of the American Cancer Society. It's an all-night walk that allows teams to raise money and awareness for cancer research. That year there were 12 teams and we raised roughly $8,000.

The following year, my senior year of high school, I was a part of the planning committee for Relay for Life of East County Youth. That year, we had 33 teams participate and raised over $30,000.

Two days ago, KGW released this article on new cancer therapy. Could this be the next step in curing Leukemia? This article cannot help but raise people's hopes, especially those who are somehow connected with cancer.

I encourage you to read the article. I wanted to share this story because again, it's helped shape who I am. I had to say goodbye to my grandpa, and it was so, so, so difficult. Maybe this new therapy will prevent others from having to do the same. And maybe, one day, lead to the overall cure of cancer.

Our Story: Part 1

People ask us all the time how we met. I am going to repost the post David wrote for our 5 month anniversary (dating anniversary). This is only part of it, but you will know how David and I met, leading up to the point where I went from Jenny Brown to Jenny Green. :) This is one of the first pictures David and I took together. 

January 21, 2009 at 12:07 a.m.

Hello,

I don’t know how to start this. I figured I could usher you, the reader, in with a well thought metaphor or perhaps a quote from Shakespeare to really give rationale for my writing, but you are smart I think. If you’re like me, you like truth. I promise you this; I will be true in what I write and what you read. I pledge to be so honest that I’ll even admit to having my dictionary and thesaurus handy just in case I need help in conveying what my normal vocabulary is not capable of. I don’t even know if this is writing etiquette, but if I could I would like to ask you a favor in honor of my honesty. I ask that you read and know that my heart is in every word. Please throw out ideas like, “this can’t be true” or “naivety.” Now that we have been able to set some guidelines, I believe I should get on with my story. But, before you read the next paragraph, there’s one more thing: Stop and close your eyes for a second. Then I want you to picture every ending to every movie that has left you with those little chilly bumps on your arms, lump in your throat or even the ones where 10 minutes later after the credits roll, you’re eyes are puffy from a good cry. Once you’re done read on. Blessings on your reading journey.

David

-It started with a smile.-

It was my first year at George Fox University. During the first week of school, there was a carnival outside in the quad. I had fun meeting as many people as I could, especially the girls. There was food and music and games of all sorts. I ran around and tried everything, excited to become apart of a new community. My friend Joel and I joined in a pickup volleyball game on the lawn and rotated in with other people. I was half socializing and playing, so the game moved pretty fast. There was a girl there. Curly as hair could be it bobbed up and down as she and I played and talked. I guarantee you I thought she was cute the moment I saw her there. We talked and laughed and then Joel and I left. I said goodbye to her and never talked to her again from September to December. I forgot that we had even met.

I wrote my first poem in eighth grade. It was about love.

I grew up with a sister who taught me how to treat a girl with respect and chivalry. She instilled the value of romance and I believed I had a major responsibility to love and actually mean it. I never had the opportunity to be loved back. I thought I had loved before, but I was young and naive (Shh...I know I told you not to think about that word, but really I had no other good word in the thesaurus...continue, I’m sorry). This may sound like a country song, but I am confident in saying that if love is true, it has to be both given and received. I don’t think I had ever experienced it. I was the great friend. The “big brother.” I considered my life was directing me to only be this and therefore I felt inadequate. I wasn’t getting to sweep any girls off there feet. I would even go as far to say that I had never even seen a true smile from myself. I realize now that it was for an amazing curly-haired reason.

Second semester. I am a film major at George Fox so I signed up for an Introduction to Video Production class. There was about 20 people in the class. I am almost 24 so categorizing myself as the class clown would make me sound foolish. I’m respectful, but I do say anything that might sound funny out loud, and again, usually in good respectful timing. It was the first day of class and I was sitting in the front row, as I did with all my classes. I had said something and the whole class laughed. I heard a laugh that made my ears perk and I looked behind me. She was sitting in the very last row directly diagonal to me. I kid you not, everyone was looking back at the teacher and it was just me and her.

She smiled.

Have you ever been knocked out before? Passed out from fainting or hitting your head? I have. When you wake up, it really is real life slow motion. It is inexplainable. When I looked at her and saw that smile, it was real life slow motion. I actually blushed and turned away from her. It was Jenny Brown. The girl from the volleyball game. That moment I muttered something under my breath that she was the one. But I didn’t give it to much thought. I had already told the guys in my house that I would be single for that semester.

That night I had an orientation meeting for the school’s radio program. My friend Aaron and I had signed up for a spot to have our own radio show on KFOX that semester which is something we had always wanted to do. I had been watching a girls basketball game so I wanted to get back to it.

She walked in the room and I forgot about basketball, radios and shows. She had the cutest red shorts and slippers on. I knew I wasn’t being a gentleman, but her shorts displayed her legs, beautiful and soft (honesty remember) and I made a couple glances at them, while trying to still hold a gentleman’s integrity. The meeting was soon over and I worked up enough courage to ask her what she was doing afterwards. I swallowed any fear that I did have and asked if she wanted to join me to watch the end of the game. When she said yes, the nerves I had came out in the form of sweaty hands. We walked to the gym asking each other general questions. When we got to the gym I found Joel and Jenny and I took a seat in front of him. She started talking to a girl beside her and I turned around and looked at Joel and raised my eyebrows. He mouthed, “What the frick?!” I shrugged and mouthed “I don’t know!” Jenny and I talked for awhile and somehow we started talking about the movie, “Horton Hears A Who.” She told me that she owned it and I said that I really wanted to see it. We decided that we would watch it the next day. I was feeling excited. Later she left to go to the bathroom. I got up and paced near the door half watching the game half wondering how I was going to ask for her number. She came back and we stood there watching the game. I looked at her and finally asked if we could exchange numbers so we could hang out again. I pulled out my iPhone and she got excited and asked if we could switch phones to put our numbers in. I gave her mine. I flipped up her phone and the color from my face left along with my breath and a sad sinking feeling came over me. There was a picture of her and a boy on her phone. “Is that your boyfriend?” I asked trying to sound unaffected by my unfortunate discovery. “Yes.” And like that my crush had to end. I made a promise to myself as a gentleman to never involve myself with a girl that was spoken for. Then I realized that I had made plans with her for the next day. I decided it would be okay, because we wouldn’t be by ourselves, which would be a huge “no no” in my book.

It was Wednesday. Jenny came over and I gave her a tour of our house and introduced her to my housemates. I took her into the living room and showed her our collection of rootbeer bottles that had been placed on the fireplace mantle. She stood up on the fireplace and looked at all of them. I stood somewhat behind her and watched her. She was beautiful. She turned around and looked down at me. I instantly became nervous. I could’ve kissed her right there, I can’t tell you why, but I felt like I was in a movie. We stared at each other. She started leaning towards me, eyes locked. I had no idea what was going on. “What are you doing?” I asked trying to not be outwardly nervous. “This!” She said as she flung her arms around me and gave me a hug. I felt so happy that she did that, but it was almost inappropriate to me. I didn’t really hug her back, instead I gave her a little pat on the back and tried to move on from the hug.

We watched the movie and I didn’t want to talk during it so I started texting her. Just telling her that I was glad she came over. I had to make sure anytime that we text that I didn’t say anything that could be confusing for the both of us.

Thursday came. Jenny and I had two classes that day together so we had been talking most of that day. It was movie night at our house. Well, really every night was movie night at our house but we were watching a horror movie that night so I invited Jenny over again, early before so I could show her “Nacho Libré” a movie she said she hadn’t seen. During that day I had been just watching her smile at me, which was nearly all the time. I couldn’t get over it. I had even prayed to God that there was something special about this girl. Something really different. I asked Him for wisdom, grace and understanding for this girl. During the movie I turned to her and said, “Wanna know something?” She said “Yes.”

“I know your smile.”

“What do you mean?”

I began to just describe everything I had noticed about it. How her lips rest perfectly above her teeth, and that her cheeks rose just enough to still be able to see her blue eyes. And how her nose wrinkles ever so slightly. I really had studied it and was confident in telling her what I thought about it.

“Thank you David.”

We continued to watch the movie. We started talking about who she hangs out with. I asked her what guys she hung out with, she said no one. Which made me wonder why she hung out with me.

“So why me?”

She looked at me for a moment and as if she had planned on saying this to me for a long time she said,

“Because you know my smile.”

My eyes became wider than they’ve ever been and I turned quickly away and held back a giant smile. In my head I kept thinking, “That was exactly like something from a movie!” “That’s something you’d hear in a movie!” I couldn’t believe what I had just heard. I finally told her that what she said sounded like something from a movie. She said she surprised herself by saying that. I knew then that I was actually falling for her. I didn’t know what to do.

To be continued....

Our Proposal

Hey everyone! I hope you guys are all having a great night! I have a post that I am going to repost tonight. It was originally posted by my husband on February 2, 2010, one day after we were engaged. I think it is important to share these moments with everyone because they are obviously a huge part of who I am and why I am the way I am.


So here it is, our engagement story. I hope you enjoy it... I sure do. :) Still gets me choked up and I praise the Lord all the time for creating such a beautiful man for me. He's my happily ever after. :)

This story that I want to tell now... It is fresh in my mind, and many people have asked how it happened, where, when, how, how, how and I want to answer them in full. But it will take some time. I hope this story finds you all well....

I specifically remember a summer night when I was about 15 or so and I was trying to fall asleep. I began to pray. This prayer was not about a good night's rest or or for anything else but this: a prayer for my future wife. I was aware that the girl I was going to marry was out there and I prayed that the Lord would prepare her for me. For myself, I prayed that I would become the man that she deserved.

Well I tried my hardest to become a man suitable for a young woman. I found great personal gain in setting high standards for myself and virtues to make myself worthy for a young woman of the same. For a long time, as my close friends around me began to enter the married life, I felt further than ever from finding love. I felt as if I was the world's greatest boyfriend stuck as the world's greatest friend. And then, last year, well....

It started with a smile.

I was in class and I made a joke and as the class laughed I heard a different laugh. A soft laugh. I turned around and directly diagonal to me was Jenny Brown, smiling at me. I said to myself, "That's her. That's the girl I'm going to marry."

It was quite the love story. Never before did I believe in love at first sight. I thought it was fable, mythical, not real. But it was.

We weren't quite dating yet and I wanted to introduce Jenny to my sister and brother in law. I took her to Patti's house for the day and we hung out. We had finished dinner and Patti had gone upstairs leaving Jenny and I watching television by ourselves. I noticed Jenny had been looking at the kitchen so I asked her what she was thinking about.

"Whatya thinking about?"

She looked away from the kitchen at me.

"David, would you ever dance with me in the kitchen?"

Her look was so hopeful. It was as if it was a huge request with an expectation that I would decline the offer. I smiled at her.

"Of course!"

And I meant that.

"How come you ask?"

"Well, my daddy says I can't marry a man who won't dance with me in the kitchen."

"I would dance with you anywhere Jenny Brown."

We were leaving Patti and Brett's house and a song came on in the car. "Ready" by The Starting Line. I had always loved that song and at that moment I knew. I knew I was about to do something that would change both of our lives forever. And I don't mean this lightly.

It was dark outside. It had just begun to rain. I turned onto a side road next to a school. There was a row of streetlights ahead of us. I looked at her and smiled.

I put the car in park but I left it running. I rolled down both of the windows and turned the music up. Jenny looked at me with confusion. I opened my door and got out. As I shut it i leaned in through the window and told her to get out of car. She asked why as she got out. I met her around the front of the car and took her hand.

There directly under the streetlight as the night time rain fell against our faces and the music coming out of the car, we danced. As I sang the words of the song to her, I spoke softly into her ear.

"See Jenny? I told you I'd dance with you anywhere."

And right there we knew, we really knew this love was a God thing. Perfect I'd say. And I would still agree to that.

A year later. Monday. No holiday, no anniversary.

Jenny had a huge day of meetings. She wasn't able to even see me until 10pm that evening. Now I love surprising her. I have been known to take her on secret dates or bring her fun little treats. So when she got in my car and I had a blindfold, she was surprised but hardly thought it was anything beyond a normal cute event for us.

But after that blindfold went on her. I didn't talk at all. I told her no talking. She reclined and played along. I wanted the anticipation to build for her. It was a 30 minute drive. Silence. Which is hard for the both of us.

I parked the car.

It was still running.

She was still blindfolded. The first thing she heard was "Ready." She smiled. I rolled down the windows and got out of the car. I escorted her out of the car and took off the blindfold.

We were at the same spot. It was almost the same exact weather. We started to dance. The first verse was ending.

"You had a long day, huh Jenny."

"Yes, it was rough."

I held her close as we danced.

"I wanted to surprise you with this."

"It's perfect."

Second verse of the song was still singing as we danced. I sang some of the words and hugged her.

The big build up in the song began.

I stopped dancing with her and she looked a little confused. I just looked at her.

I reached behind in my back pocket.

I got down on one knee.

Jenny thought I was kidding and waited for me to move.

I didn't.

She saw the ring box in my hands. Her hands went to her face in a sort of Home Alone fashion and stepped back.

"Come here." I said smiling.

She stepped closer. I spoke.

"Jenny, I've been waiting my whole life to do this."

I had to look away to keep my composure. I looked back up at her and smiled.

"You are my best friend, and I love you so much."

Lump in the throat. Keep it together.

"You....you are perfect. So....Will you marry me Jennifer Rose Brown?

Before those words even ended she was nodding and smiling.

"YES YES YES OH MY GOODNESS YES!!!!!!"

I got up and she was shaking.

"Well put it on." I laughed.

There, under the streetlight. Everything disappeared. The music was a hum. The headlights were a blur. The cold air seemed to move past us respectfully, avoiding ruining our moment.

And for the first and only time I ever would, I placed that beautiful engagement ring upon her and it was us.

It was just Jenny Brown and David Green, now engaged.

So that is the story. And I'm proud to tell it.

And to think 9 years ago I'd been praying for that very moment....

The Rest is History.

Things you don't say to your wife

Let me tell you a story...


David went to a small Christian high school in Hillsboro called Faith Bible. He was a part of a very small graduating class, and left a big impression on everyone there. One day a couple months ago we drove past his school and he wanted to introduce me to his old teachers and show me his old stomping grounds.


I loved it! His school was so quaint compared to the giant school I came from (Reynolds is the biggest high school in the state. It has about 3,000 students a year).


Anyway, he introduced me to an old teacher (literally, she was a bit on the older side). When she saw David she was really excited and looked to me. David explained that I was his wife and, Mrs. Teacher looked directly at my stomach and goes, "YOUR PREGNANT!"


(I'm not.)


Her ENTIRE class of seniors burst out in laughter while I explained that no, my shirt dress was not a maternity shirt, and no we were not planning on getting pregnant anytime soon.


Needless to say, the whole ordeal was embarrassing for everyone. I just recently tried that dress on again. It was traumatic, haha. 


I know she didn't mean anything by it, but having a woman tell you (in front of a HUGE class of teenagers) you look pregnant when you aren't isn't necessarily a confidence booster.


That being said, have you ever said something you wish you hadn't? I don't mean a big regrettable dramatic statement, I mean a "OH MY GOSH! YOU'RE PREGNANT!" type moment?


David has these from time to time.


Being together for a couple years so far, David has said some things that make make us
laugh and laugh, saying, "Nope, that's probably not something you want to say to your wife."


So, for all of you soon-to-be-newlyweds, current love birds, or hopeful romantics, heed this advice and do NOT say these sorts of things to your loved one.

• Even though it sounds cute in your head, calling your wife a muffin top is not a compliment, nor will she take it that way
• Neither will saying, "You look like Bellatrix Lestrange" (even if you try and catch yourself and amend it to, "Your hair looks like Bellatrix Lestrange. Just your hair!")
• Neither will saying, "You look like Ray Charles in those sunglasses."

Haha, of course David hasn't meant anything by it and it's hilarious, but still.

I am sure more will come to me as I think more about this post later, so look back and I may have updated it with more of his crazy lines. :)

Tim Hawkins, a comedian/musician, has a pretty awesome list of things to avoid saying to your wife too. Please check it out, and add those to my list. 

Haha, I love it. Best of luck to you all! :)

(*I want to make it clear that David is an amazing husband and I am so blessed to be his wife. This post is meant entirely to be playful and funny.*)

:)