Huckleberry Finn

Huckleberry Finn

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Christmas, Carnivals, and Creeper Crawlers

Hey folks! It's been an eventful couple of weeks, which I can only summarize with a proper alliteration of C's.

1. Christmas - what?

Yes, that is correct. Christmas in August! My sister has lived in South Korea for the past couple of years and has only been able to come home for a short time during the summers. Because of this my mom decided to throw her a little Christmas surprise during her recent visit. We decorated the Sunday before she arrived; a festivity made complete with holiday tunes and a fake Christmas tree. Throughout the week many guests arrived. First, my sister and her beau from Korea (he's a New Yorker also teaching English there), followed by my brother and his gal from Oregon and my sister's childhood bestie and her husband from San Diego. It was a full house at the 'rents. We balled our eyes out during “The Fault in our Stars.” Us girls kayaked the Channel Island harbor while the boys tested their dexterity at the shooting range. We had a wonderful Christmas dinner Saturday night and opened stockings the next morning. It was nice having everyone together again (and adding some friendly faces to the mix!). It was too short of a visit but I'm glad we could make it happen!

Michelle, me, Amanda, momma, and sista Dawn
 Euc and Amanda's hubby, Ian, enjoying dinner on the patio
Team Vickers
 My brother, Daniel, being a turd & Michelle being cute
 Euc and Dawn with a photobombing Ryan
Ryan and I opening stockings
 
 My mom showing off her cute Vietnam apron courtesy of Dawn
 Saying goodbye :(

2. Carnival!

Last Friday my company hosted its annual company picnic. The theme this year was "Shoebilee" (insert courtesy laugh for the cleverness here). No but really, I underestimated this by a long shot. I thought it would be decorated like a carnival... maybe some face painting and a juggler for the kids... some popcorn perhaps. But it was clear Thursday afternoon as I saw a Ferris wheel being constructed right before my eyes that this was really going to be a carnival. But even Friday morning as my co-workers and I wondered about what the growing carnival would entail, we joked that there would be a pony ride. But later that afternoon as I regretfully scaled to the top of the Zipper, I looked below and noticed a couple ponies taking some kids for a ride. Whaaat? And a petting zoo! It was the best carnival ever because it had everything I wanted AND it was all free. AND I won a prize. My only regret is denying the coveted cotton candy upon first entrance (because I wanted a real meal first) only to come to terms that the cotton candy machine overheated and was out of service by the time I finished dinner. Sigh... but let's be real. I can't complain.




3. Creepy Crawlers ><

Friday night after the carnival, me and the hub went to go see a movie only to find ants crawling ALL OVER the inside of the car. Okay, dramatizing. They weren't everywhere, but they were all along the driver side door, the center console, and some were even stranded on the dashboard. I. was. pissed. and tired. And my complaining of said ants may not have been enjoyable to said husband. So what's the update? Well the picture below was taken on Tuesday... after paying $4 for a mass vacuum attack on Saturday. Last night I covered the ant trail with banking soda and that has slowed them down a lot. My next plan of attack is to get the entire car professionally cleaned, spray the tires with raid, and perhaps set up some ant bait. There better not be a queen living in the deep dark crevices of my car! urghhhh. As I've been writing all of this, I have been battling ants on my water bottle, across my hand, and over my keyboard. I just carry them with me wherever I go... you may wanna back away before I really snap.


Post Script:

As a bonus C alliteration, I'll add in that I had a lovely day at Castaic on Sunday with some pretty fly folks.




Happy Humpday and goodnight!

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Take a Wife 'cause Life is Beautiful!





Hey friends! Tomorrow [July 23rd] marks three years of being married to my best friend. It’s kind of crazy to think about where we started, what we’ve been though, and where we are today.  Quite possibly there is no such thing as a “normal” relationship, but if there is, we are no prototype. 


Ryan and I met in August 2007 on a high school ministry houseboat trip. I had just graduated high school and this trip was my final hurrah with my church’s youth group, Fusion—a group I hadn’t really been attending the last couple of years. This is important to note because during this time Ryan, who is seven years my senior, was volunteering as a leader at Fusion. Had I met him any earlier (awkward) I probably wouldn’t be writing this story to you all. Intervention by God? Perhaps…


Ryan played the bass in the worship band. What a cutie ;)
 
Me and my BFF Taylor won an award for Best Musical Performance!


Though we never officially met until this trip, I knew who Ryan was because our moms had been friends for a couple of years. On the trip we had this moment of “Oh hey! Our moms are friends… cool…” We didn’t talk much until the last day when we went out on the same wakeboarding boat. Ryan asked me what grade I was going into and I told him I was going to be a freshmen. One strange look and a pause later I added “in college…” Thinking he looked a bit too old to be in college I awkwardly asked him how old he was and when he responded “25” I immediately thought “welp, he’s nice but ain’t nothing gonna happen here.” Because, of course, when you’re eighteen and you meet a cute guy you immediately assess the future possibilities [shallow]. It wasn’t that I was opposed to dating someone older than me, I just felt I was too young and dorky to appeal to his level of maturity (which, looking back, 25 year-old boys don’t have much of maturity). But we had a nice conversation and after the trip I added him on myspace :P

Our first official picture together/where it all began!


 We began chatting online and hanging out and yada yada yada. After a couple months of unofficial dates and our moms trying, unsuccessfully, not to get involved, I asked Ryan what his intentions were in this relationship. In true Ryan fashion he said something like “Well, I think you’re super rad” and that he had a crush on me but he wanted to take it slow because of the age difference and yada yada yada. For the next of couple weeks he called me “girl I have a crush on” and on October 12th, 2007, upon taking me home from a dinner date, he stopped me on my front porch to give me a hug as rain poured down around us. He said he would like it if I would be his girlfriend. And I said I would like that too.
 
October 13th, 2007 @ The Getty

So we dated for the next 3 ½ years. During that time Ryan started his first EMT job, worked graveyard shifts, went to paramedic school in the Sacramento area, became a paramedic, worked in Lancaster and other far off places… and so forth (frequent time apart has become an unfortunate staple in our relationship). Meanwhile I went to community college and then CSUN to study accounting and worked various bookkeeping and babysitting jobs. 


Dating looked something like this:


Splash Mountain in the Rain


The photobooth phaaaase



Our first duo birthday party (January babies) - 2008!

Civil War reenactment with Ryan's parents - 2008
 
Spring Break road trip to Oregon with my mama & boy - 2009

Celebratory cigars, Ryan passed paramedic school and can move home! - 2009



An awkward fashion phase - 2010

Pajama dance party at winter camp 2011

Then on February 19th, 2011, Ryan took me on a date to Solvang. On the way up we stopped by an abandoned barn where we explored and had a picnic in his truck (because it was raining) and he told me all these wonderful things that I can’t remember because I was too stunned realizing he was proposing. And I kid you not, when I said yes and we hugged and kissed and celebrated, the sun broke through the clouds and celebrated with us.




Life is like a box of chocolates!


Five months later, and with the love, support, and generosity of many many people, we had a beautiful wedding. Seriously, so many people helped put our wedding together and I will forever be so thankful for that. It was really a beautiful picture of the body of Christ working together.

Here’s an awesome video that my BFF’s brother, Zachary Cote, put together for us.




The last three years have been challenging but full of growth and goodness. During this time I graduated and got a full time accounting job at an awesome company in Goleta. Ryan got into a physician assistant program at Stanford and we spent 7 months long-distance during the didactic portion. He is doing clinical rotations now and I am starting my second year as sole breadwinner. Though we lived in a converted garage in the valley for our first six months of marriage, the next two years were spent at my parent’s house. While we are so grateful for that time of not going into more unnecessary debt, it has been good to be on our own these last five months. I was blessed with a promotion that makes making ends meet possible and still leaves room for a date night here and there. Ryan will officially be done with the PA program this coming March and I’m so excited for what possibilities may come. For the first time in our relationship neither one of us will be in school. Woohoo! And hopefully there will be no more stints of long-distance! 

Honeymooning - our little bungalow by the river in Gasquet, CA
 
Celebrating our one year anniversary in Santa Barbara

Halloween 2012

A little goofy
On our own again! March 2014

Happy Anniversary my darling!!



Thursday, July 17, 2014

Trying to figure this stuff out...

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Wednesday, July 16, 2014

First Post



Hi friends! Welcome to my blog—the random musings of Dana Vickers. 


This is me. ^^


It has been some time since I last kept any sort of a blog. The closest thing I’ve had is a livejournal, which I started in 9th grade. If you venture into that frightening but amusing (to me) land, please excuse the many allusions to Metallica/Killswitch Engage/”hardcore” anything, etc… Basically high school for me consisted of analyzing metal lyrics, My So-Called Life, Bible verses, Boy Meets World, and misspellings. Oh, and lots of <3’s.


But onto the now—hi.


I have no big agenda for this blog, just a place to archive my thoughts and connect with friends and family.

That’s all for now, short and sweet.

love, d

Post Script- if you're wondering where I got the phrase "You can't pray a lie", dust off that copy of The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn you bought for your 11th grade English class and flip to the Table of Contents ;)