Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Cat Burglar I am Not

Yesterday, as I prepared to go to work, I took Jaco outside for a potty break. I had about 15 minutes before I had to leave so I was in no rush, but as I pulled the door closed behind me I heard a click and my heart stopped. I tried the door, but to no avail. I had officially locked myself (without keys) outside.

I learned that it is remarkably difficult to break into a locked house! I even tried that move where you kick the door and it just busts right open, I figured I could replace the lock at a later time. Yeah, that door kicking move? It doesn't work like that.

I ran around the house trying all the windows I could reach, and finally found one that was open, but the screen was in. Also the open window was a good seven feet off of the ground.

I dragged an Adirondack chair over and tried to maneuver the screen out of the window, eventually I became so frustrated that I simply used my fingers to poke through and rip the screen right out.

Wonderful! I thought. This should be easy as pie now! Then my lack of upper body strength came back to bite me. My arms...they are kind of um...thin. One might call them noodles with elbows. After much squirming I managed to hoist myself up onto the window sill, where I promptly became stuck, half in, half out, just like a see-saw.

I could hear cars driving by and I am kind of surprised/ disappointed that no one called the police when they saw my bum hanging out of the window, because what if I had been a thief?! Granted, one of the world's WORST thieves, but a thief is a thief you know?

I used my legs to flip myself over through the window and landed headfirst in a pile of dirty laundry. Face, meet husbands dirty boxers.


Moral of the story: those hide-a-key things? Not a bad idea.

If you had happened to be driving by a house and saw a rear end hanging halfway out of a window, would you have called the police? I really think I would have!

Monday, April 27, 2009

That Pesky Brother in Law of Mine...

...recently informed me that it was incredibly rude of me to keep the posting so light around this place. APPARENTLY he reads this website...and here I thought he couldn't read!

(For anyone new to this site, he and I have a love/hate relationship, we love to pretend that we hate each other. Actually...I think we both just like to insult each other. He's ALRIGHT, I guess. Don't tell him I told you that.)

I really have missed posting, but between the morning sickness and the fatigue that overtook my life a few weeks ago, I just couldn't think of anything to say other than "I'm so tired" and really, who wants to get online and read that I am tired for two weeks in a row?

Not only has my posting suffered, but I have not taken a single picture in the last several weeks. My poor camera sits dusty and neglected next to my photo printer (also dusty and neglected). Had I been taking more pictures I could have shown you several things.

*I could have shown you the sendoff we went to for my step-dad, who just so happens to be in Guatemala as we speak. Yes! Guatemala! How awesome is that? We are all so proud of him and his willingness to serve.

*I could have shown you the vegetable garden we planted. Also I could have shown you my husband WALKING on said garden about three whole minutes after I planted and watered the rows. Sigh. I do love him though...

*I could have shown you a hilarious picture of my brother and my brother in law trying to remove a tree. Imagine if you will - Brandon is holding my two and half month old nephew observing Everett and I trying to remove a tree. He commandeers the shovel from me, because apparently it's NOT okay to simply try to use the shovel to cut the root, whatever, and proceeds to work the shovel with one hand and one foot, still holding the baby. In the meantime Everett is pulling on the tree and Snow White (their Jack Russell) seems to believe he is attacking the tree and must join in. So here we have Brandon working the shovel and holding Emerson, Everett pulling on the tree while Snow White hangs from the tree by her teeth all while growling rather ferociously...and me with NO CAMERA!

I is unacceptable. I will do better this week! I promise I will! I missed you!

Tuesday, April 21, 2009


*We interrupt the regularly scheduled blogging for a special announcement.

I am pregnant with a gummy bear.*

*For those of you who may not know exactly what you are looking at (i.e. me last night) the babys head is to the left, and yes, those are its arms and legs.

We had our first ultrasound last night, and I can confidently tell you that I have never seen anything as beautiful as that tiny flickering heartbeat. I felt such a sense of peace, seeing our baby, hearing that (s)he is looking great. Seeing the baby made this whole thing so much more real than a little pink line on a stick.

I want to thank all of you (again) for your encouragement. You have been such a source of strength to me, as well as a source of comfort.

(Don't go anywhere...I'm probably going to revert to a blubbering hormonal mess by tomorrow. Thanks!)

Friday, April 17, 2009

Sniff, Sob...Wail

I found this waiting for me on my computer screen. It is a note, and a kissy face from Pon and Zi.

My husband is out of town for "guys weekend", a camping trip to Connecticut. Leaving me here to forage for my own food and find my own slippers! What a primitive life I lead!

In reality though, I will have to find my own slippers, because he really is gone for the weekend. Also I will have to start that vegetable garden on my own this weekend, but I'm still more worried about my slippers.

A girl's gotta have her priorities you know?

Oh and honey? Because I know you took your laptop camping (like any real outdoorsman...ahem), this is for you.

I miss you.

Thursday, April 16, 2009

Taking the News

A few concerned readers have asked how Jaco has taken the news that he is no longer going to be an only 'child'. I hadn't really broken the news to him yet, so I decided to sit him down and have a heart to heart about the baby on the way.

Jaco? There's something I have been meaning to tell you! It's very exciting!

OOOOhhhh tell me more.

We are going to have a baby! You are going to have a new person in the house to play with!


Jaco, no, that's not nice.

(Muttering) I'll tell you what's not nice. Nobody cleared this with ME.

Excuse me mister? What did you just say?

(Big sigh, flops on the ground.) Nothing.

You better watch that attitude mister! Or I'm letting this child give you a haircut!


So folks, Jaco did NOT take the news well. Behavior like this might just earn him a BATH.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Some More Info...

So I know I kind of sprung that whole "we're having a baby!" thing on you, and now I think it's time to give you some more information about it, don't you? goes.

I am about 9 weeks along, which means yes, I broke a cardinal rule of first trimester pregnancy and spilled the beans before three months was over. I really was going to try to wait to tell all of you, but the farther I progressed into the routine of morning sickness and all day fatigue. (This also explains the overall feeling of "blahness" I was describing earlier this month. As completely thrilled as we are that we are going to have a baby, the hormones are UNBELIEVABLE and I now have the ability to cry at the drop of a hat.)

As you know, we were not planning this pregnancy, so the two pink lines came as a complete shock to me. Somehow Matt knew before I did, and he was the one that convinced me to take the darned test. I figured with the stress of moving and just life in general I was just late, but NO SIRREE!

At about 5 weeks along I got cocky and may have actually muttered "Hmph, pregnancy is EASY." Then, as fate would have it, I began to actually experience REAL pregnancy symptoms. The all day nausea, the gagging, the throwing up on my toothbrush, the incredible fatigue, and have I mentioned my boobs yet? Whoa, I don't know what to do with these things! Never had this problem before.

So yeah...that's about where we stand. My first ultrasound is next Monday, which will be at about 10 weeks along, so we should be able to see our baby pretty clearly! We are both incredibly excited and also incredibly scared. It's just hard to know that no matter what I do, no matter how hard I try to take care of this new life, there is a chance that it will not live. The thought plagues my dreams and my thoughts. I am trying very hard to give it to God, to put our baby in his hands, but it's so hard. I don't want to end this post on a sad note, but I do want to be honest with all of you, and the honest truth is that I am petrified. So, my friends, I am asking for your prayers.

Thank you all for your sweet words of congratulations! Matt and I had fun reading what each of you had to say, your excitement helps me feel a little less anxious. Thank you!

Thursday, April 9, 2009

If You Want To Make God Laugh...

You know that saying? If you want to make God laugh, tell him your plans?

Well, Matt and I told him that we wanted to wait a few years before we started a family. And if you remember this picture, you understand why!


But anyway, back to the topic at hand. I get the distinct feeling that God is giggling right now.

Don't you?

*UPDATE: I reread that and I think it might be confusing...WE ARE VERY HAPPY ABOUT THIS NEW LIFE!

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

A Blonde Joke

As you may (or may not) know, my mom, sister, and brother are all natural blondes. I on the other hand, have humongously curly brown hair. My brother and sister insist that this points only to the fact that I am adopted.

Because there is all this hair drama(actually it's not that dramatic) in my family, I have taken it upon myself to tell them every new blonde joke that I hear.

What's funny is that if any of us where to actually ACT more like the stereotypical ditzy blonde it would certainly be me, common sense has never really been my strong point.

Here is one I heard months ago that still makes me laugh:

A blonde and her boyfriend are watching the evening news, the reporter comes on and reports that two Brazilian men have died in a skydiving mishap.

The blonde immediately bursts into tears, "It's just so sad" she wailed, "so many people dead!"

Her boyfriend was a little taken aback, but tried to comfort her. "It's a dangerous sport honey, people die skydiving every year."

She snifffled, then looked thoughtful. "Honey?" She asked. "How many is a Brazilian?"

Admit it! You smiled!!

What is your favorite blonde joke? Or rather, what is your favorite joke??

Monday, April 6, 2009

All His Titles

*This was supposed to be up yesterday, but I forgot an important detail - hitting 'publish'.

My Husband.

The one who makes me smile.

My dance partner.

My chess opponent.

My handyman.

My best friend.

My musician.

Who knows all my secrets,

Who forgives all my faults,

Who puts up with my quirks,

Who never fails to give me butterflies.

I love you. Happy Birthday Matthew.

Thursday, April 2, 2009

Pardon My Funk

It's been "one of those days" all week for me. Motivation feels like a friend I may have known in elementary school at this point, whereas lethargy? Lethargy is my buddy this week, whether I like it or not apparently.

I'm not sad, not really, I'm just - you know - blah.

Do you ever feel just - blah?

Maybe it's the fact that it's been raining all week, the creek is a disturbing shade of poopy brown, my dog has tracked mud all over the house(my fault for not cleaning his feet well enough), and I just haven't been getting my dadgum Vitamin D from working outside this week. Maybe it's the fact that I ran out of coffee and keep forgetting to go to the grocery store and buy some more.

What do you do to snap yourself out of a funk? Other than drink coffee or go outside in the sun, neither if which are options right now.

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