Sunday, August 31, 2008
Friday, August 29, 2008
Anyways, no one I ever set him up with seemed to work out. Luckily he found Joanna and I now know why he couldn't marry one of my friends. She is such an amazing girl - smart, cute and doesn't put up with his crap. Not that he's got a whole lot of baggage or anything but he's quite the smart ass. It's one of his most endearing qualities and Joanna handles him with class and grace.
They were married in the Manti Temple which is beautiful. I'd never been before, just seen pictures. It's pretty amazing in person. It reminds me of no other temple I've ever seen, very castle-esque.
After the temple we headed over to Nephi for some lunch and to hang out with the new couple. Everyone made a big deal out of the fact that I came up in my "condition" which made me feel somewhat like a hero. A great big hero with swollen ankles and puffy feet. I call them my elephant feet. Hopefully they'll go down after Frankleberries gets here.
I know I've said this before but hopefully this truly is my final belly pic before Frankleberries gets here. Zach finally made me pack a hospital bag last night so we're ready to go if anything drastic happens.
Yesterday was my last day of work. It was kind of surreal. I'm not really sad, I'm mostly excited. I've always planned on being a stay-at-home-mom and although I'm a little apprehensive I'm very happy to finally be on to the next stage. I've got so many plans and I know I'll be good at this. I think the big thing I'll miss is the friendships I had there. I worked with some really amazing people. It feels great to be a part of something bigger than yourself. They always made me feel like I was an important part of the organization and I enjoyed my time there.
In other news, I feel kind of bad for Frankleberries. The poor little guys has absolutely no room left to grow. I'm in pain most of the time if I'm sitting down because of his lanky limbs stabbing me in various locations. Laying down I'm good and standing up is fine. But sitting just squishes him. I hope he decides to come out of there soon. Cross your fingers for us!
Thursday, August 28, 2008
The blogging community has banned together and created Nie Nie Day, a days of auctions to benefit the family. Please click here for a list of auctions or the button below to donate.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Monday, August 25, 2008
Hopefully this is my final belly pic before the big day! But who am I kidding. My original due date was September 6th but at my 32 weeks ultrasound they gave me a due date of September 1st since our little guy was measuring a bit big. I've been putting September 1st out into the universe by telling everyone that it's my due date but if we're being literal and counting from my last period, it's actually September 6th. I've been having conractions now for the past 3-4 days but nothing painful. My stomach just gets really tight. I timed them for a couple of hours the other night and they were about 20-25 minutes apart. At my last OB appointment on Friday I was 1.5 CM dialated and 70% effaced. So we're getting there.
My sweet neighbor, Melissa, decided to take matters into her own hands and made me some spicy jambalaya for dinner. Her friend made her some spicy Thai food when she was pregnant and she went into labor 3 days later. Here's to superstition!
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Yesterday we headed over the elementary school so he could show me what he's learned on his few trips to the driving range the past couple of weeks. I brought my camping chair and watched him hit a few. Only one made it past the fence and into the street but there weren't any cars there at the moment. He looks so cute when concentrates so hard with his little booty sticking out.
There are a few houses lining the North side of the soccer field and one of them is home to a couple of SUPER small SUPER yippy dogs. Of course we had Tyke with us and he tried to make friends with the little buggers but all they wanted to do was get all fierce through the fence. So what did my dog do? That's right, he peed right on their yappy little heads! It was the ultimate doggy "screw you."
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
2. The Furminator
For part of test for the Canine Good Citizen award your dog must remain calm while the tester pets him and handles his feet and looks at his teeth. She also uses a brush to ensure that he won't be objectionable to being groomed. In the past few months I've tried about 5 different dog brushes and none seemed to do anything against the shedding maniac that is my Tyker Boy. But we needed him to be used to grooming for the test. He has the sleek, short coat of a boxer and while he doesn't shed anything like my neighbors' Australian cattle dog, there are a couple times a year where the hair is inescapable. I usually have him groomed when the heavy shedding seasons start and always pay $5 extra for what the groomer calls the "furminator" treatment. When he gets home after this treatment I don't see a loose hair for days so I know it's good. I started looking into getting one and just using it at home myself to save myself those few trips a year to the groomer and the purchase of brushes I know don't work.
Needless to say, I am very happy with my purchase. His first grooming sessions yielded awesome results. I was actually grooming him on the porch and had a HUGE pile of hair for a picture but when I went to get my camera it had mostly blown away.The amount of hair that came off wasn't as drastic as the picture above but it was probably about 1/3 of that amount (which is A LOT, considering he's not shedding too bad right now and his coat is so short and sleek). But yeah for the Furminator!
I love Shia La Bouf! It all started with watching him on the Disney Channel as Louis on Even Stevens and culminated with his role in the 4th installment of Indiana Jones. While I didn't LOVE that movie, I really enjoyed watching him act. He is someone I could watch every day. I also REALLY enjoyed him in Transformers. I went into that movie with very low expectations and came out a renewed La Bouf fan. I can't wait for Eagle Eye to come out in September! You can see the trailer here.
Does anyone have any awesome blogs I should add to my Google Reader??
I am officially the proud owner of a Canine Good Citizen! For the past 8 weeks I've been taking T-dog to classes at the Humane Society in preparation for the test to become an official canine good citizen. This is an actual certification given by the American Kennel Club. It's a very prestigious award. I'll be receiving an actual certificate from the AKC in a few weeks. Then I'll have official proof that Tyke is the most amazing (not to mention most cute) dog on the block! Take that, haters! My dog has better manners than your 5-year-old!
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Monday, August 11, 2008
When I got home today Z was doing the dishes. That's right: the dishes! I can't even remember the last time I laid eyes on such a blessed sight. I actually don't mind doing the dishes but this was a welcome surprise. Especially since we don't have a dishwasher - we are forced to actually WASH THE DISHES. Yes, we are living in the stone age...
As soon as I walked in on this welcome surprise he told me to go get him a Pepsi from the fridge. I didn't hesitate as I recognized that this little act of kindness was worthy of 1,000 Pepsi's. And lo and behold, a beautiful flower awaited me (EDIT: holding the flower was the plastic hand I would practice with in nail school. Z found it again a while back after cleaning out a closet and ever since then I'll find it in random places throughout the week: IE hanging over the side of the tub, or creeping out of the clothes in my underwear drawer.. I LOVE THIS MAN!)
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
It's true, when I'm bored at work it's usually the first place I surf. That and KSL and Zach can attest to the fact that (to borrow a phrase from Nic) a famous online bargain shopper. I'll have to make a separate post about all of the amazing deals I've found online.
Anyways, it bring me to a hillarious little interaction I remember the other day. I found this posting on Craigslist offering a "free sock consultation". Naturally this peaked my interested so I emailed the guy:
I would like to sign up for a free sock consultation. My
socks really make me mad sometimes. It's like they never
stay where I put them and I'm always loosing one or the
other. Also, I really like ankle socks but I want them to
stay hidden in my shoes, not stretch out all over the place
and hang out over my heel!!
Although I usually charge thousands of dollars just for a few minutes of sock consultation, I will make this one exception because you sound like a particularly depserate case. You say your socks make you mad. Good, that is the first step that one has to take in order to become master of their own socks. Now, take a deep breath, you are going to be o.k, even if your socks aren't.
The nature of socks is such that they will never stay in place as long as you want. Since most feet are constantly moving, sweating, and sliding around inside a shoe with a sock on it, the sock is powerless to help itself. Then the sock gets frustrated, sticky, and angry. An angry sock can do more damage that you would think, because now the sock wants revenge. And a vengeful sock is even more unpredictable than an angry sock. There is much debate and arguing if a sock can even be angry in the first place, but this is no place for talk such as this. It will only distract us from our goal, to never let a sock ride roughshod over you again!
Let me tell you about a sock that was giving me an immense amount of trouble. It was seemingly a fantastic sock. It was a smartwool running sock, white sole and instep, and a blue ankle band with a little smartwool man in black woven into the fabric. Even better, it was 50% off in a bargain sock bin. So I got two pairs. Well, at first the socks all performed beautifully without a hitch. Being merino wool, they were very soft, not itchy, and didn't get too funky, even if worn for an unusually long amount of time. They were preternaturally thin, like the diaphonous flim that would surround a phantasmic elemental appartition. One day, I washed a load of clothes, and the sock disapeared. I looked high and low for it and never could find it.
Well, to make a long story short, I found it six months later when it feel out of the inside of a shirt that I hadn't worn. So look inside your clothes! Well, I found that sock, and the same day I lost another sock under the same type of circumstances. Lesson to be learned; Let go of your attachment to ever finding the sock in the first place. That way if you ever do find the sock you will be thrilled, and if you don't find it, you will have inner peace.
As far as the ankle sock thing goes, you may have to search around for better quality ankle socks that fit snugly and won't be as prone to showing. Or get shoes that go up your ankle. Whatever you do, don't get those ankle socks like in the eighties with the little balls attached! If you do that, then you may be beyond all hope! I'm assuming that you must like the looks of your ankles since you want them to show. Just remember that in victorian times, even the ankles and feet of the furniture and pianos were considered vulgar and you could flash a dude just by pulling up your long skirt a few inches and showing some ankle! Ankle power is big medicine. Use your ankles for good, not for evil. Unless you are evil, and in that case use your ankles for evil because you gotta work what you got.
This officially ends our session. Like I said earlier, you seemed like a particularly desperate case, so I would consider another consultation.
Sock Hudson Jr.
Of course this guy couldn't be fore real. How long could he really keep it up?? I couldn't resist another interaction with this crazy individual. I responded:
As a child I did have a certain affiliation for socks with
ruffles at the top. I never did own a pair with little fuzzy
balls and I thank my lucky stars for that every day.
What about black socks? Are they more prone to evil because
they are the color of the night? And do the color of ones
socks influence the attitude of the wearer?
I rarely wear black socks but when I do, boy, do I get fired
And what about the old lady at my work who wears socks with
different cartoon characters on them? You would think
someone could wear these socks without much notice
from society but in her case she also has a taste for short
pants,and by that I mean pants that flood. Not shorts, thank
Here's what he wrote back:
handicap, unless, of course, the child is male. Over aeons of human evolution and cultural development, we are now at the stage in our unfoldment where ruffles are acceptable only for the feminal counterpart of the species. Although Louis XVI wore ruffles with nary a bit of awkward inhibitions. This cleary shows the cyclical nature of ruffles. Perhaps in the far future, ruffles and their cyclical nature will become a key indicator of important changes in the social structure.
the airstrip before take off and had to wade through some knee high grass because the groundskeeper is away on an erotic tourism adventure in Thailand. God only knows what he is doing over there. You know those little spiky little stickers that the tops of grasses are comprised of? Well, some get stuck in the cuff of his sock and some go under the tongue flap of his pilot shoes. He tries to pick them out but the tip of one breaks off and lodges in the fabric. As he walks to the plane it bugs the #$@ out of him and he tries a couple more times to pick it out but he can't even see it, much less figure out where it is. He hops in the plane cause times a wastin and he needs to test out the plane cause that is what he does for a living, goddamnit, and he
is proud to be a test pilot. The three kids at home he can deal with, the wife, she's allright but she is always on his case to quit going to the titty bar. Shit, if she was flying one of these untested planes, maybe she would see why he needs to blow off a little steam at the titty bar with his buddies. Around 16,000 feet, cruising at around 600 mph, that little sticker really gets to him. He tries to itch it and spills his Tang on his feet. Frustrated, he takes off his now soaking sticky shoe and sock. Since this is a prototype test plane, it doesn't have electric windows so he has to roll it down. He tosses his sock out the window where it flattens as a result of the air turbulence and instantly freezes solid. It falls and falls and falls,
getting sharper and more like a whirling knifeblade. It's fall is broken by a dense canopy of trees and it eventually becomes precariously perched on a limb. Now you come along and think it is a woodpecker, but you can't help it because maybe you have bad eyesight, or you just don't know what a bird looks like. A slight breeze comes along and the sock teeters off the limb and falls straight down, hitting you right between the eyes! What was a woodpecker, is now a macabre machete. So if the black socks get you fired up, get down!
The old lady at your work and her short pants are like a barometric machination. She can be viewed as an indicator species, so to speak.
Just like creatures of an amphibious origin, because of their natural absorbability of their skin, are the first to die as an ecosystem
becomes toxic, your co-worker is of the same nature. In order for such things as cheaply made tweety bird and Taz socks, a large economic empire must exist. And if such things are ubiquitous and easily observable, you can draw the conclusion that the empire has existed for a considerable amount of time. As history shoes that empires decline sharply once they reach their critical mass, you can also draw the conclusion that we are all screwed. But at least you can have comfy socks on while chaos ensues.
consultation without first unlearning all they think they know about socks. The harder one tries to pull on a resistant sock, the more adurous the task becomes. One needs to release their attachment to the outcome of the sock experience, and bask in the sock experience itself. Such is the art of sock consultation. Oh, and the internet helps too.
Sock Hudson Jr.
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
I'm not sure if it's the EXACT one in the picture, but a guy was selling a Singer sewing machine on KSL for $50 (it also came with a slightly used food processor which I've also desperately wanted AND a free coffee pot - does anyone need one?). It was only used for a few months after his wife abandoned her newly found sewing hobby (eep).
The only problem is that I don't know how to use it. My main reason for wanting to learn to sew is so I can make a cover for my boppy (okay, so I haven't actually gotten the boppy yet, but I cheated a looked at my registry and SOMEONE has gotten it for me). I think it would be really cute to make a homemade slipcover for it and I actually found a pattern online. I don't know how hard it is but It came with instructions. I guess I just doesn't speak "sew."
Anyone know how to sew? We could use the barter system! I do acrylic nails or manicures and cook delicious dinners. C'mon sewers! You know you want to be the first to initiate me into your cult!
Saturday, August 2, 2008
Dont get me wrong, I love and appreciate baby gifts of ALL persuasions but how thoughtful is that?? Even Zach got excited about this one and he doesn't get excited about baby clothes. Love you guys!
Love, Ali and Zach