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FINE! After being tagged by 5 people (and nagged by one, thanks Janaiha), I’ll do it. I can’t promise it will be interesting.

  1. When it comes to fear, I have a crazy imagination. I am overly scared of a noise in my house being an intruder, I used to fear that I was going to see a demon at any moment and as a child, I was afraid of being flushed down the toilet.
  2. I have always had a great bed. It’s important to me that my bed be clean, overly fluffy and soft, not to mention a plethora of pillows. It can’t be too frilly and down is preferred.
  3. Sometimes, I forget that I am not white. I have, on more than one occasion, referred to myself as a white girl. Don’t hate; you know you’ve done it to me, too.
  4. I am globophobic. That’s right. I am scared of balloons. It’s a true phobia: an irrational fear. I can stand to be around balloons if no one is touching them (especially small children), but the second I think one might pop, I get nervous and “fight or flight” kicks in, no joke. Don’t believe me? The kids at Hayden’s 2nd birthday party couldn’t play with the balloons because of ME.
  5. I’m pretty sure I’m addicted to checking my email. It’s usually the first thing I do in the morning and the last thing I do before I get into bed, with multiple times in between. Sometimes, I don’t reply to emails immediately because I don’t want people thinking all I do is check my email. But now you know the truth.
  6. I love fast food. I don’t care that it’s bad for me (as evidenced by my expanding waistline). I could eat it anytime.
  7. I have to smell things before I eat them. It’s just a precursor to taste – why not get the whole experience?
  8. I always have the urge to engage in deep conversation with Drew right before we go to sleep, even though Drew’s attention span is at it’s worst when he is half sleeping. I think it’s because I’m so relaxed (please refer to #2). Either way, it’s something I’m trying to work on. We’ve had several discussions about how this is not beneficial, as Drew just wants to go to sleep.
  9. I cannot eat reheated poultry. There’s a weird taste to it. Ew.
  10. I rarely shave my legs. It’s not because I’m gross, it’s because my leg hair barely grows. It’s a little freakish, but a great perk of Asian genes.
  11. I like a good chick flick…and am a little embarrassed to admit that. To be fair, I only like the actually good ones. That new Shopaholic thing looks stupid.
  12. All the guys I’ve ever been attracted to have had dark hair. And I married a brown haired man.
  13. My dream house is a cookie cutter model in a suburban neighborhood, give or take a picket fence.
  14. I get attached to inanimate objects and usually have to convince myself they don’t have feelings. My childhood bear? Definitely happy to see me. My car that just got totaled? Feeling abandoned and alone. It hurt my heart to walk away from it at the scrap heap.
  15. I live vicariously through other people too often. This is the reason I’ve always loved reading, probably why I became an English major and history minor and why I enjoy people watching. This is also why I can’t watch super sad or super scary movies. It’s too much for my heart to bear everyone’s grievances and fears.
  16. Simple things are the best things. Add a little plain in there and it’s even better. Cluttered billboards, super trendy accessories, complicated restaurant menus, busy art, and unorganized music all get on my nerves. I’d live in jeans and a t-shirt everyday if I could.
  17. I have picked out names for most of my children. I’d like at least four, and I’d prefer it if they were all girls. :) Drew just wouldn’t know what to do with himself, his heart might just explode.
  18. I am a prime example of the metaphor which describes women’s thoughts as spaghetti. I love to-do lists, but usually work on everything on the list at the same time. I’m famous for starting things and not finishing them, but I think I’m getting better at this.
  19. I am more prone to get up before 8am when I don’t have anything planned for the day than I am when I have to be somewhere at a certain time.
  20. Over the course of my life, I have wanted to be all of these things: a ballerina, an author, an Olympic gymnast, a teacher, a lawyer, a college professor, the first female President, a Princeton student, a California girl, a missionary, a photographer, a wife, a mom. Some of these are still valid. :)
  21. At some point in my life, I want to be thrown a bangin’ surprise party, complete with turning on the light switch and my friends and family appearing from hiding places. I want to know nothing about it and be completely surprised.  
  22. I like knowing what’s going to happen before it happens. I like watching a roller coaster before riding it and reading the movie review before watching it. This stems from my need to be in control, which makes my desire to follow God rather difficult.
  23. Over the past year, my idea of success has been turned upside down. Right now, I live in my parents’ basement, have zero extra cash, no kitchen and not the slightest idea of what my life will look like next year…and I have never been more content in my life. Funny the things that prove to be important and true.
  24. I am legitimately scared of the dark. A pink, sparkly night light shines under my nightstand.
  25. Marrying Drew was the best decision I have ever made in my short 23 years, hands down. Admittedly, there are some decisions that deserve honorable mentions, but Drew smashes them all. 

Are you happy now, Andrew Scott Ackermann?! :)


Fact: We drink juice straight out of the bottle, sometimes standing in front of the open refrigerator door.  

Chalk it up to a combination of laziness (we’re not the most driven people in the world), convenience (our whole living space is one room), and the fact that all of our kitchen stuff is still packed away (we don’t have our own kitchen yet).  Who needs a glass?  Plus, we don’t even drink the SAME juice.  I am an apple juice girl.  Drew sticks mainly with cranberry based juices.  

Dont hate.

Don't hate.

I guess since this is our blog, I don’t have to make a convincing argument why this isn’t gross.  So, go ahead, call it gross.  We just won’t share any juice with you.

Today, at 6:00pm, I realized I had not had a single thing to drink all day. You read correctly. Not a single liquid has passed through my lips since crawling out of bed this morning. The saddest part? The only reason I stopped to recall if I had consumed any drinks today was because I was feeling extremely lightheaded and dizzy. I dehydrated myself for an entire day.

That does it. No kids for 10 years for fear of killing one. Crap.

Christmas absolutely snuck up on us this year.  We smashed all of our Christmas shopping in one day last week!  Even still, I ended up at the mall today to make some returns and get a last minute Christmas need.  Ridiculous.  However, we are so grateful that this year, we are not stressed financially because of Christmas.  We have a sweet little place, great friends, wonderful family and we are happy.  Happy, happy, happy. :)

Despite Christmas creeping up on us, we did manage to get a Christmas card together!  We didn’t send one out last year, so it’s our first!  We didn’t send it to our local friends (sorry guys), but here it is for your viewing pleasure.

I know it’s not a very Christmas-y picture, but hey, we like it. :)  

We also got our tree!  We got another one from Home Depot this year (they are cheap and great).  When we went to look, the trees were all tied up.  We picked one according to height and didn’t bother to check the width.  When we untied it, we discovered it was as wide as it was tall!  So, it’s more like a Christmas bush.  Very stout indeed.

Drew did this.

Since we moved into a new place, we decided the best way to get motivated and put our house together was to host our small group’s Christmas party.  We had 3x the amount of food needed.  It was awesome.  We also did a white elephant gift exchange, which proved to be the hit of the night.  I got a singing bear puppet, and Drew got a set of plastic golf clubs which were used to play a continuous tournament of golf the rest of the night.  

Janaiha got a fabulous pair of socks.  I was so jealous.

Beth got this wonderfully oversized hat, which we all tried on.  Tim was a great model.

Tim and Beth brought Honey Buns, Iced Honey Buns and Nutter Butter bars!  Delish!

Our group is the best!  (Mike, there was a spot reserved for you right above Lewis.  The shadow on the wall is either your presence…or maybe the Holy Spirit.)

And we got the chance to do this:

Have a very merry Christmas!

I feel like Drew is always WORKING on a blog, but not posting and I’m not even writing at all. What has this blog come to?! Our lives aren’t boring, we promise! It just seems like there’s so much going on in everyone’s blogs…and not ours.  

I guess we could post pictures of our new place and explain why we are living in a basement…or…we’ll be getting our Christmas tree next week, so we could post about that…and, uh…we’re planning a trip to NYC with Tom and Renata in January…that’ll be good. But right now, well…?  

I’m pretty sure Drew is working on a blog post about the books he’s been reading (he’s so bright). We had a conversation last night about challenging each other to writing assignments. Yes, I realize this makes us huuuge nerds. But we both miss writing and I’ve noticed that my mind just isn’t as sharp due to my lack of it. So, maybe those will be published here. :)  

Actually, any ideas about what we could write about? We thought about book reports on books we want to read or maybe even a little analysis (!). Got any books you’d like to hear our take on? Any meandering questions in your mind? Bring ’em on.

Well, since we are nerds and old people, it’s time for bed. Drew’s already asleep.

Keeping true to my promise, here are my seven quirks.  Welcome to the weirdness.

  1. I listen to music I like over and over again.  Anyone of my former college roommates will tell you this is true.  If I am introduced to a song I enjoy, I will listen to it until I can’t stand it anymore.  This can last for months.  Some of these repeat songs include: The Kingdom by Bethany Dillon, Hosanna by Hillsong United, Fresh Feeling by The Eels, Save the Last Dance For Me by Michael Buble, Praise to the Lord, the Almighty by Christy Nockels, Your Song by Elton John, Umbrella by Marie Digby, anything by Sara Groves and, as of recently, Today by Joshua Radin and Mighty to Save by Laura Story.  I highly recommend all these songs. :)
  2. I. Love. Soft. Things.  Clean laundry, unusually fluffy towels, Drew’s freshly shaven face, puppies…doesn’t matter.  If it’s soft, I want to rub my face on it.
  3. Please don’t try to get out of the car before I unlock the doors.  It’s a small pet peeve of mine: the passenger unlocking the door and getting out before I do.  I have a get-out-of-the-car routine.  Put the car in park, pull emergency brake, unbuckle my seatbelt, turn off the ignition, THEN unlock the doors and get out.  It must be done in that order.  
  4. Almost every morning, I wake up with a random song in my head.  I noticed this in college when I would wake up, step in the shower and realize I was humming a song.  These songs are extremely random and are not necessarily songs I have heard recently.  They have included I Will Always Love You by Whitney Houston, Show You the World from Aladdin, and the Charmin Ultra commercial jingle.
  5. I love buying new shampoo.  It’s like buying clothes.  I could spend hours in the shampoo aisle.  And there’s nothing like the feeling of blow drying my freshly shampooed/conditioned hair.
  6. Books about death fascinate me.  Drew posted about this strange interest of mine already, but it’s definitely worth being on this quirks list.  I ripped through a book about death in Yellowstone and am now plowing through death in the Grand Canyon.
  7. I cannot be awake by myself.  There is nothing I hate more than being awake ALONE.  If I wake up in the middle of the night, even to go to the bathroom, I wake Drew up.  I know I sound like a terrible person.  I just can’t stand it!  Kaley can attest to this as well, being my roommate when I went through a season where I thought demons were after me.  You are a good woman, Mrs. Patria.  And Drew, you are a fantastic husband.

I tag Kaley, LP, and Fisch!

While I do believe that Jesus is my friend, I have to poke fun at this video.

The people in this video are absolutely serious.  And I have never seen better punctuation out of a lead singer.

If you want to see more like this, visit this post.

Today, Drew and I are moving out of our very first apartment. It’s very bittersweet. We’ve grown out of our lovely little place and are aching for more space (think a REAL desk) and the cost of living in Annapolis…well, that’s just a whole other story. We have noisy neighbors, no room for a kitchen table and a laundry machine that only fits 3 pairs of jeans. It’s time to move on.

It wasn’t all cramped and bad, though. This place was where our life together began, where we spent our wedding night, where we learned how to be best friends, where we celebrated our first anniversary. This apartment has seen the creation of uncountable inside jokes, belly laughs, good night kisses and stay-at-home movie nights. This is where I lived while I worked my first real world job, then quit it to pursue a dream. This is where Drew and I learned how to become one: one unit, one love, one family.

We are not just moving; we are moving on. We’re in our second year of marriage (year one seriously flew by) and picking up speed. Good grief, I love that man.

In honor of moving on, I thought I’d share a little of where we came from.

Growing up, our families camped together. This was the era when boys were of no interest to me…and vice versa. I’m around 8 or 9 and Drew is 10 or 11. (Don’t hate on how ridiculous we look.)

We started dating officially in 2005. Here we are at Tom and Renata’s wedding, about a month into dating.

Getting engaged the week of Thanksgiving 2006. Drew proposed at the piano. This isn’t actually a picture of the proposal…it was taken a couple of days earlier (we sat at the piano a lot), but it will give you the idea :) As crazy as this sounds for a photographer, Drew and I only took one picture the night we got engaged and I don’t have a digital copy of it.

August 10, 2007. That was a good day. :)

The last picture is of Drew the day we moved our stuff into the apartment. The first meal we ever ate here together was Wendy’s and, ironically (and not on purpose), so was the last.

Here’s to celebrating the past and moving forward! Cheers!

Drew starts hitting his stomach to the beat. The car begins shaking.

Me: Drew, stop! You’re shaking the car!
Drew: Really? I’m shaking the whole car?
Me: Yes.
Drew: Man, I’m powerful!
Me: Or fat.

**As posted on the photoblog.

Last night at 9:01pm, Renata finally gave birth to sweet Jack!  Drew and I went to the hospital with some of our friends to see Jack for the first time, just an hour after his birth.

Without further ado, here is Jack.

Even though Renata looked fantastic, I want to respect her privacy, so here’s the closest shot you’ll get of mom and baby for now.  :)

I got to hold Jack!  He’s a whopper baby at 8 lbs. and 11 oz!  I could have held that sweet baby forever.  (Thanks for taking this picture Emily!)

Drew, Emily, our friends Patrick and Tif, and I tried to help Tom and Renata celebrate.  While we were waiting for Jack’s appearance, we made a welcome sign.  This actually said “Happy day of birth, Jack!” in it’s full form.

Mom, Dad and baby are doing great! 

Happy birthday, Jack!  We’re so glad you are here!