tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46554869090364363012024-03-14T07:35:00.278-07:00Small Town MontanaLindsey Heinemannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10068511872326943138noreply@blogger.comBlogger148125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655486909036436301.post-75566663881869697492012-03-09T21:48:00.002-08:002012-03-09T21:50:28.021-08:00Stupid Move of the DayWhile cleaning up the kitchen after making pizza crust I went to wipe down the spray bottle of non-stick cooking spray, only to spray myself in the face, directly in the eyes.<div><br /></div><div>I'm a freaking <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">genius</span>.</div>Lindsey Heinemannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10068511872326943138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655486909036436301.post-53791655452815121592012-03-07T14:09:00.001-08:002012-03-07T14:10:39.521-08:00More Adventures in Being a HousewifeI totally just ran the washing machine without putting any soap in. Some day I'll get the hand of this...Lindsey Heinemannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10068511872326943138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655486909036436301.post-71316836995051041032012-03-06T11:20:00.002-08:002012-03-06T11:24:39.772-08:00Adventures in Being a House WifeWhen I moved in three weeks ago Josh already had 2 mops, but neither of them were the type that I prefer, the mighty roller mop. Since our entire downstairs is tiled, I decided I needed to buy one after dealing with the icky sponge mop to clean it two weeks in a row. So gross!<div><br /></div><div>Anyway, so I head on over to Target and pick up a roller mop for $6.83. Super excited, I head home and immediately start cleaning. </div><div><br /></div><div>The $6.83 roller mop didn't even make it through the kitchen before it broke. Figures.</div>Lindsey Heinemannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10068511872326943138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655486909036436301.post-45672580560074906922012-02-29T16:05:00.002-08:002012-02-29T16:06:16.673-08:00See that countdown...Yeah, never mind that. We got married on Valentine's Day!<div><br /></div><div>Pictures to follow some time in the next week :) In the mean time, check out facebook.</div>Lindsey Heinemannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10068511872326943138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655486909036436301.post-55811367140219899992012-01-11T09:57:00.000-08:002012-01-11T10:03:12.138-08:00Frozen OverBecause of my stomach issues I have a hard time with many foods, chief among them <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">protein</span>. I never thought I'd find a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">protein</span> bar that I actually liked, but yesterday the hot spot froze over and I found one! Special K makes a line of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">protein</span> bars and one of them tickles my fancy. I won't say I love it, but I will say that the chocolate peanut butter flavored one is definitely easy on the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">palette</span>. It's a bit dry so it requires a healthy dose of water, but the taste doesn't make me want to spit it out! This is progress in my quest to put some weight back on!Lindsey Heinemannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10068511872326943138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655486909036436301.post-18485603506865841462011-12-07T00:09:00.000-08:002011-12-07T00:11:04.667-08:00Is This Half Way?8 months ago Josh and I went on our first date. 8 months from now we'll be married. :)Lindsey Heinemannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10068511872326943138noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655486909036436301.post-84237280731334410222011-11-29T16:52:00.000-08:002011-11-29T16:58:48.198-08:00Thanksgiving Weekend In Pictures<div>These uploaded all out of order. Oops!</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSJVSd0zfpH0TAnhFjFTsc3XfLMW3EzghBgKJMW4dXgY5GXIZxLU-9KL7B38pkL5jcUTtWtzDhNQyeeW-KHqwRJ_vhf4gYuK7FoOXTI9nwrKOlBzaFVVcQ1uqFDo-tUA9HGcBJctBcDc60/s1600/Triming+the+Tree+2011+004.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSJVSd0zfpH0TAnhFjFTsc3XfLMW3EzghBgKJMW4dXgY5GXIZxLU-9KL7B38pkL5jcUTtWtzDhNQyeeW-KHqwRJ_vhf4gYuK7FoOXTI9nwrKOlBzaFVVcQ1uqFDo-tUA9HGcBJctBcDc60/s400/Triming+the+Tree+2011+004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680586842189840994" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-PvH2aMI8Q4Z-TddoVYuiCgiOT0wIAac4yJhu02C_wFDTW_0kHGNYDBjaJ-RcZ9aT2OU9wk9Fn7PSwMFDRB3JKcEHizpaMDLDFIXsOReVYcpJk2nQQ8JBmpARoJv7PCi-1QVYt_4bGHeF/s1600/Triming+the+Tree+2011+003.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwJeQSCUlbtQBAmlnSoZ7umBjrOL7ySxFgFiHAc7_SqMkt6nPeoioNsRiwETS-fCSQWcgbk4QRSC2-Wf4WRHqYPs774hvvkSWD62IAIbC8VrIVevWQQEgeZgpT-_p9PrD_TXZUQVAuEx-q/s400/Thanksgiving+2011+002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680586007470971874" /></a>Lindsey Heinemannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10068511872326943138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655486909036436301.post-11563113736661504052011-11-16T00:08:00.000-08:002011-11-16T00:20:44.520-08:00Bride-icus Don't-care-icusIt's been a while since I posted. Something like 2 months? Oops! But there's a reason, I promise. I'm just a leetle bit busy! And no, it's not because I'm busy planning the wedding. In fact, I'm in a perpetual state of ignoring the wedding.<div><br /></div><div>I knew I wouldn't be a bridezilla. At least I hoped I wouldn't be. I'm just not the sort to get worked up over stuff and when you add in my Zoloft prescription...yeah, I really don't care. I figured I'd look at the wedding like I do most other things; I have my preferences, but if it doesn't work out EXACTLY the way I want, no biggie. </div><div><br /></div><div>Turns out, I'm not like that at all. Turns out I just don't care. Take tonight for example. I looked at the calendar this morning and realized that if we want to get our save the date cards out before Christmas, we better get cracking. It's only 5 weeks away! So I made a list of things that needed to happen in order for that the happen. I was all set to work on getting this done tonight. I txted Josh and warned him that this evening we would be working on wedding "stuff" and to just be prepared when he got home. I totally blame him for what happened next.</div><div><br /></div><div>Josh came home with a pizza and oatmeal fudge stripe cookies and the next thing I knew we'd watched 4 episodes of the Vampire Diaries, I'd talked to my sister on the phone, we'd eaten most of the pizza and half the box of cookies and I just didn't give a darn about finishing that to-do list because I was curled up on the couch with Josh and going to get the lap top just didn't seem like any fun. </div><div><br /></div><div>On the other hand, I've been having nightmares about wardrobe malfunctions on our wedding day, usually involving my hair.</div>Lindsey Heinemannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10068511872326943138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655486909036436301.post-38874080233315821172011-09-09T16:30:00.001-07:002011-09-09T16:32:12.405-07:00Engagement PicturesHere's a preview. Thank you <a href="http://www.kwierdastudio.com/">Kathy Weirda</a>!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvgmQu8MOLvHLSiQm12DsmriCta0xheDZHrBAfj_exZ4PRnEetK4xmjmY_DLQyUZqm-elN3EQ6zQfI6t6xMOIQBo2zmhLWDH6Q-KW3sl5_j9RI9Eveotq3YjEj10LMdg3wtQ_Sb7btzCO6/s1600/Engagement+Picture.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650506472898453682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvgmQu8MOLvHLSiQm12DsmriCta0xheDZHrBAfj_exZ4PRnEetK4xmjmY_DLQyUZqm-elN3EQ6zQfI6t6xMOIQBo2zmhLWDH6Q-KW3sl5_j9RI9Eveotq3YjEj10LMdg3wtQ_Sb7btzCO6/s400/Engagement+Picture.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div></div>Lindsey Heinemannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10068511872326943138noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655486909036436301.post-57087102760410893562011-08-31T16:26:00.000-07:002011-08-31T16:41:14.249-07:00AnxietySo my excellent, highly esteemed doctor wasn't able to find anything physically wrong with me when I went in for tests last week. He attributed it to stress and told me to triple my meds. It seemed to be working as I was able to start eating again after a couple of days. I know that stress does weird things to your body and lately I've been under a ton of it, both physical and mental. The thing is, I'm not sure upping my meds was the right thing to do.
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<br />I was doing much better aside from still not being able to sleep. This is usually a sign of mental stress. My brain just won't shut down! When this happens I usually have to drug myself to get a good nights sleep, then I wake up groggy and my performance at work suffers because of it. I try not to go this route unless I absolutely have to.
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<br />Then yesterday came. My friend Lee asked me if I would like to participate in making a Christmas album. Anyone who's known me for 3 seconds knows that music is my life and this is right up my alley. I told him I'd pray about it, talk it over with Josh and get back to him by Friday. Then my mind immediately started spinning, going over how many hours it would take me to write the arrangement for my assigned song, how long to learn my parts on the other songs I'm assigned to work on, etc. Next thing I know it's Wednesday, I'm throwing up again and I can't sleep. I'm right back at square one and I haven't even said yes to the project yet!
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<br />I went through something like this about 8 years ago. At the time my GP wanted to put me on something for anxiety. I told him no and chose to burn off the stress by working out. This led to extreme weight loss and eventually a full blown Crohn's flair that almost killed me. It was five full years of h-e-double-hockey-sticks. Three years after it was all over I've still only put on about half of the weight my doctor wants me to. Oh the beauty of my disease! Needless to say I can't afford to go down that road again.
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<br />This is all to say that I think it's time I took Dr. M up on that prescription.
<br />Lindsey Heinemannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10068511872326943138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655486909036436301.post-30716746553273739982011-08-25T15:37:00.000-07:002011-08-25T15:43:29.982-07:00Whew!This last weekend we tackled the dreaded "Wedding Checklist."* Things we checked off:
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<br />Caterer - Stan and Marty "Mrs. Clause" Veltkamp
<br />Flowers - Costco, although now Mom's trying to change this one up and I'm having second thoughts about the "collection" we chose. I think they'll clash with the girls' dresses and my sash.
<br />Engagement Photos - Sept. 8 with Kathy Weirda
<br />Save the Date Cards
<br />Invitations - they're picked out, now just waiting for enough Michael's coupons to buy them...
<br />The Commons contract - it just showed up in my in-box courtesy of Korrie
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<br />We're making progress!
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<br />*Dreaded because every time I'd bring up doing anything wedding related Josh would look at me a little bit pissy and say, "I thought this wasn't going to take over our lives!" Guess what Sweetheart, some things have to be discussed. It doesn't all just magically happen!
<br />Lindsey Heinemannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10068511872326943138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655486909036436301.post-63519214860381968862011-08-15T16:44:00.000-07:002011-08-15T16:49:06.662-07:00Wedding UpdateThe dress is bought, the suits picked out and the church is reserved. That's all the further we've (I've?) gotten. I feel like it's so far away that I don't really need to worry about the rest of it yet. Of course this is going to come back and bite me in the hiny, I'm sure. Procrastination always does!
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<br />We've changed the reception from my parents back yard to The Commons. Based on the number of people that will likely be attending, parking and bathrooms were going to be an issue. I think this will simplify things though as we only have to decorate one venue now. Also, we met in The Commons auditorium so it's sort of fitting.
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<br />Now, the next thing on my sort of in the back of my head list is finding a photographer. Any suggestions?
<br />Lindsey Heinemannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10068511872326943138noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655486909036436301.post-91531470780217606482011-07-27T15:08:00.001-07:002011-07-27T15:10:42.714-07:00Mark Your Calendars!The date is set! On July 6, 2012 I will become Mrs. Heinemann! Plans are slowly coming together, but that's OK. We have 11 1/2 months. I have a feeling it's going to go way too fast!Lindsey Heinemannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10068511872326943138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655486909036436301.post-11728984373018295792011-07-13T20:34:00.000-07:002011-07-13T21:10:25.864-07:00We now deviate from our regularly scheduled programing to bring you this special announcement...I had a post all ready to go featuring a couple of clothing pieces that I'm super excited about. However something kind of special happened so forgive me, you're going to have to wait!<br /><br /><strong>HOW IT HAPPENED</strong><br /><strong></strong><br />Sunday afternoon Josh and I were hanging out at his house. We always spend Sundays together. It's one of our favorite times of the week. After the sun went behind the clouds and ruined our plans for laying outside we went inside and promptly fell asleep. When I woke up Josh was laying beside me and we curled up together and started talking. He started asking me questions like am I sure that I'm OK moving away from my friends and family so that he can continue his research? Am I really OK with the fact that he's a bit of a work-a-holic? Do I really trust that he will always make the decision that he believes is best for us? He asked me questions like this for a couple of hours. When he was <em>finally</em> questioned out he turned to me and asked, "So will you marry me?" After all the other questions I didn't realize that he was proposing. I'm not exactly sure what I said other than that it was in the affirmative. Then he asked me if I was sure. I said, "Of course I'm sure."<br /><br />"Then you should wear this."<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrsqH-XVn_4rrTGimA9_BDith-xJug2P1pZlWdbfiYhBF9hyphenhyphenSnyxOW39oc3TcgC3krAV9PmxYWtAduHN5U-pPSTFLmc4HUzF2RHLu3FP3QYpFo1RO9cVmv4Au403qDh4zlDqqvt2DWYesD/s1600/Engagement+Ring.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629048101782824450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrsqH-XVn_4rrTGimA9_BDith-xJug2P1pZlWdbfiYhBF9hyphenhyphenSnyxOW39oc3TcgC3krAV9PmxYWtAduHN5U-pPSTFLmc4HUzF2RHLu3FP3QYpFo1RO9cVmv4Au403qDh4zlDqqvt2DWYesD/s400/Engagement+Ring.jpg" /></a><br />It wasn't until he handed me the ring that I realized he was proposing! I'm so blond sometimes!<br /><br />So now answers to the three most frequently asked questions.<br /><br />1. Have you set a date? No, we haven't. Many of our married friends have told us that they wish they had taken more time to enjoy just being engaged before they dove head first into planning the wedding. We've decided to take their advice. We'll set a date sometime next month. It'll happen next summer, beyond that, that's all we've got. We have however spent a great deal of time talking about what's going to happen AFTER the wedding, ie: where we're going to live, plans to pay off the remainder of both of our debt before Josh graduates, whether or not to buy Josh a better vehicle or make due with the Jeep, etc. I think we're both more excited about what happens after the DJ's paid and the last person's left the dance floor.<br /><br />2. Which wedding magazines have I checked out? Umm...none! Nor do I plan to! I flipped through one, I can't remember which, while I was waiting for my ring to be sized and you know what? I don't need to look at $6000 dresses. I'm not willing to spend anywhere near that much. I don't need to look at designer flowers and cakes. I'm doing my own flowers and my sister is going to do our cake. I already know what I want my flowers to look like and my sister is far and away more talented than any bakery here in Bozeman. She could seriously be on Cake Boss. Finally, I don't need to look at engagement rings. I already have one that Josh had made especially for me and it's PERFECT! Likewise, I will not be spending money on a "Commemorative" Wedding Planning Book. *Shudder*<br /><br />3. What kind of diet/fitness regimen will I be going on to fit into the dress? The fact that anyone would ask me this sort of blows my mind and yet I've been asked more than once. I'm not. Period.<br /><br />So that's my big news!Lindsey Heinemannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10068511872326943138noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655486909036436301.post-39111507511796452882011-07-10T03:53:00.000-07:002011-07-10T04:01:42.619-07:00Setting the Record Straight<div>There's a rumor going around town that I stole from Pepsi while I was working there. This rumor is not true. I've lied, I've hurt people I care about, I've self destructed is some pretty horrible ways and I've done a lot of things that I'm not proud of, but stealing is not one of them. I don't know who started this rumor, but it's absolutely untrue.</div>Lindsey Heinemannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10068511872326943138noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655486909036436301.post-6414399219541068212011-07-05T19:23:00.000-07:002011-07-05T19:28:49.992-07:00Well hello there, Blog! How've you been?I know, I know, I'm falling down on the job. Sorry. I've been super busy, but not with anything important. Went camping for the first time this summer with Josh and his family. Sold merch for Charlie Hall. Hit up Norris Hot Springs and the first Music on Main for the season.<br /><br />Speaking of Music on Main, you know you're getting old when you can't wait to get out of there and home to bed when the shows over. Even after stopping at the lab to check on an experiment, Josh and I were home by 9:00.<br /><br />Finished the Engaged classes. Had our first meeting with our Mentor Couple. Gearing up to play at church this weekend. Yeah, that's about it. <br /><br />Like I said, super busy, nothing note worthy.Lindsey Heinemannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10068511872326943138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655486909036436301.post-84146263732003056212011-06-19T06:44:00.000-07:002011-06-19T06:46:34.939-07:00Dark DaysI had to put my sweet boy down yesterday. After not fully recovering from first bought of pneumonia and two more weeks of it this time around, he was just too weak to fight anymore. Daddy buried him in the garden by the raspberries.Lindsey Heinemannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10068511872326943138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655486909036436301.post-53275256323564992502011-06-09T10:53:00.000-07:002011-06-09T11:01:18.544-07:00Le Sigh<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3iC76zaQqvgbPAdXy0cilpxmIpyXDfs90WLutIbgYFrepvF_QJVdO3r0C4neGVgpR-4pwfEZVXPO0TS4sGC0TGB8YfkI4brUjTs4YdBN0jqAFH0u_ZQRWG32ULiaT4K2jeDPfs8kBYT__/s1600/IMG_0917.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616281621098403842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3iC76zaQqvgbPAdXy0cilpxmIpyXDfs90WLutIbgYFrepvF_QJVdO3r0C4neGVgpR-4pwfEZVXPO0TS4sGC0TGB8YfkI4brUjTs4YdBN0jqAFH0u_ZQRWG32ULiaT4K2jeDPfs8kBYT__/s400/IMG_0917.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div>Manfluff is sick. Again. Poor little guy doesn't want to get off the couch. This is an improvement from not wanting to leave the closet. Things are looking up!</div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div>So while the furboy is not feeling well, I'm going to share something that makes me feel well...the feather skirt from my birthday! Finally! Please overlook the marshmallow legs...</div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div>Lindsey Heinemannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10068511872326943138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655486909036436301.post-18239657633834690812011-05-19T11:29:00.000-07:002011-05-19T11:33:20.177-07:00One and a Half DaysHoly cow, the last two weeks have gone fast! I have a day and a half left here at the job that murders my soul. Part of me is excited, part of me is scared to death and part of me knows that it'll be just fine, the Lord will put me in the right place at the right time to meet and talk to the women that he wants me to encourage and pamper. That last one is already starting to happen. I seem to all of a sudden have a plethora of lost sheep bumping into my life. Perhaps He's trying to tell me something? Now if only he'd give me the words!Lindsey Heinemannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10068511872326943138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655486909036436301.post-83327455854340481302011-05-12T12:16:00.000-07:002011-05-13T13:49:35.487-07:00SidelinedI have a new (old) outfit of the day to post...but I've been a bit sidelined with this horrible chest cold. I'm aiming to have it up on Sunday????<br /><br />It's the outfit from my birthday party. Feathered skirt!!! It didn't photograph very well, but I'm putting it up anyway, because really, if my legs weren't marshmallow white as Josh calls them, I wouldn't be living in MT.Lindsey Heinemannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10068511872326943138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655486909036436301.post-86797833984581162952011-05-09T15:38:00.000-07:002011-05-09T15:43:06.659-07:00Let the Countdown Begin!Guess who's only got 11 days left at her job! This chick, that's who! I've decided to take the plunge and do Mary Kay full time. It's a little scary, but I have an awesome support system and amazing customers so I know I can do it. The way Josh put it, "When you get home, drop your purse at the door and rush into my arms with tears rolling down your face, it's time for something new." <br /><br />I couldn't agree more.Lindsey Heinemannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10068511872326943138noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655486909036436301.post-571733971850056222011-05-04T11:56:00.000-07:002011-05-04T12:06:06.608-07:00Oh my goodness, oh my goodness, oh my goodness!Things on the job front have pretty much met the breaking point. Thankfully I have an amazingly supportive boyfriend who looked at me last night when I was litterally leaning on him and crying who said, "Do what you need to do. I've got your back and we'll figure it out. We're in this together!" I'm not sure on the exact details yet, but I've got a plan! <br /><br />The first step of this plan is to get rid of the snowblindness that my date book is currently giving me. I have an awesome hostess promotion in the works that will hopefully help me with that. Pink Coach clutch, anyone? How about a black leather Douney and Bourk hand bag? If I've got your attention, send me your contact info and I'll tell you how you can win one or both!Lindsey Heinemannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10068511872326943138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655486909036436301.post-4400330202397680822011-05-03T09:19:00.001-07:002011-05-03T09:45:18.709-07:00We now interupt our regularly scheduled programming......for me to hop up on my soap box.<br /><br />Since news of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Osama</span> bin <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Laden's</span> death was made public on Sunday evening I've been, as I'm sure you have been, barraged with varying reactions. Some of these reactions have been deeply disturbing to me. On the one hand, bin Laden was a terrible excuse for a human being, teaching hatred and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">intolerance</span> to thousands around the Arab world and even right here on American soil. His voice and influence needed to be silenced. The way his death is being widely celebrated seems wrong to me though. On the news you see images of people dancing and carrying on in the streets. Let's remember back to 10 years ago in the days and weeks following the Towers falling. Weren't they celebrating the same way over in Northern Africa? Weren't we offended that they would so openly rejoice in the loss of so many American lives? Here we are a decade later reacting the same way to the death of one of their leaders. America is a Christian nation. How can we possibly justify the celebratory reaction against what Jesus taught us? Our religion is about love. Love our neighbors. Love our enemies as ourselves. Love, love, love. <br /><br />There is no doubt in my mind that God is not overjoyed by bin <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Laden's</span> death. His heart for each of us is to bring us home to him. He covets each and every one of us, terrorist war lords included. Read the parable of the prodigal son. God is mourning <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Osama</span> bin <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Laden's</span> lost soul just as much as he's mourning the loss of your Aunt Edna who led a good life but never gave her life to Him. This Old Covenant eye for an eye reaction that I see everywhere I look just doesn't seem to me to be what Jesus taught us. Did <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Osama</span> bin Laden need to die? Yes he absolutely did. Do we need to celebrate by dancing in the streets? No. That makes us no better than the terrorists he led.Lindsey Heinemannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10068511872326943138noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655486909036436301.post-45954192386949717032011-04-30T13:14:00.001-07:002011-04-30T13:19:13.172-07:00Outfit of the Week: Easter/Wedding Edition<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9THr9uqDeV8bDXsjXnedOTvt7p6bRIuij9x2tUJS0LFvYkrsgat-ndIA0_qUoYVPfN67HQY08V4GzjyF-GclnV5sEymihgS6UL9YsuJ9B1fvuu2H941CaWjz0bpBdrUQLl1rR6IbICMYs/s1600/IMG_0922.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601473223742484450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9THr9uqDeV8bDXsjXnedOTvt7p6bRIuij9x2tUJS0LFvYkrsgat-ndIA0_qUoYVPfN67HQY08V4GzjyF-GclnV5sEymihgS6UL9YsuJ9B1fvuu2H941CaWjz0bpBdrUQLl1rR6IbICMYs/s400/IMG_0922.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoIDgkf2OcZ3sNyhnJpg_Q55jg62IAe7kRWRaId1gkFLhND02a0UcAgnhSFZSTsPGtULZ5cllwc_1TPjwkev45W4DcclDWdrd93pBXQ8n8mFk_R5LpUAyxTLQ7au2ISQlSXl4QBcpri8Zs/s1600/IMG_0919.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601473000904215170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoIDgkf2OcZ3sNyhnJpg_Q55jg62IAe7kRWRaId1gkFLhND02a0UcAgnhSFZSTsPGtULZ5cllwc_1TPjwkev45W4DcclDWdrd93pBXQ8n8mFk_R5LpUAyxTLQ7au2ISQlSXl4QBcpri8Zs/s400/IMG_0919.JPG" /></a><br />Stressful week over, I finally had some time to take some shots of the Easter outfit. I'm also wearing it to a wedding this afternoon so that was convenient! </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Dress: Target</div><br /><div>Cardigan: Target</div><br /><div>Heals: Ross</div><br /><div>Bag: Michi Classic. <br /><br /></div><br /><div></div>Lindsey Heinemannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10068511872326943138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655486909036436301.post-75631413193713507372011-04-29T15:09:00.000-07:002011-04-29T15:11:27.743-07:00Texted ConversationsMe: Logibear was originally going to be bred to this little beauty. Her name's Ginger. How adorable would their babies have been?<br /><br />Josh: Umm...pretty cute? ;)<br /><br />Me: Adorable!<br /><br />Me: Of course if that had happened I wouldn't have Logibear.<br /><br />Josh: I like how you're hypothetically breeding your neutered cat in your imagination.<br /><br />Josh: I love your crazy ass.Lindsey Heinemannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10068511872326943138noreply@blogger.com0