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Monday, December 22, 2008

Frequency

I'll keep reminding myself of that word. As strange as it seems, sweats and a sweatshirt just aren't the same if you're not sitting on the couch watching tv versus sitting on an uncomfy computer chair in front of a much smaller screen. Oh how comfort controls me. Although, the bill collectors will probably be calling me soon... whoops!

Anyway, I will have (hopefully) much more time soon to update more frequently. As of some day in December, we officially hired my replacement! Woo HOO!!!! I will be starting my stay-at-home mom status a wee bit early... as in, before I'm technically a mom. But that's alright... this way I can get the babies' room ready, rearrange and reorganize our hosue, pay our bills :), maybe make some dinners (we'll see, that IS a stretch), and clean our house! I will be going in for 2 days a week for a little while until I hand over all areas to our new receptionist, and then I'll just be coming in on nights and weekends to accomplish the billing. It'll just be so nice to be at home, I am SUCH a homebody and just love being there!

So... here's to regular updates -- until I'm actually a mom and probably crumble sheepishly back to once a month updates that will be reeeeeeally short because they'll be written in between feeding and napping, oh, and the baby's feeding and napping too.

Sunday, December 21, 2008

Have you ever...

cried in an ultrasound??

If so, you're in GOOD company here... crying is welcomed (simply so that I won't be the only one). :)

Monday, November 17, 2008

Truly Amazing

Well, Dust and I went to our first ultrasound appointment today... and I must say that I only teared up ohhhhh 4-6 times. The first time was the fact that we were even in the room for the sole reason to see our 9 week old baby; second was because I saw our little pumpkin; around the fourth or so was watching the heartbeat; and then the rest were just my emotions runneth-ing over.

I can't believe in only a few short months we'll have a little one around to dote on outside the womb! :)

If you don't know me well enough, you don't know that I have a humongous place in my heart for adoptions. This morning I was told some touching stories about local families who had just adopted so that along with my emotionally charged appointment just sent me over the edge the entire day. I can't even count how many times I teared up at work.

Good thing no one came in today to hand-deliver their resume, or they'd have turned away at the sight of the receptionist with tears in her eyes and a tissue in her hand; we'd never be able to hire anyone!

Friday, November 14, 2008

First comes love, then comes marriage... then comes

THE BABY IN THE BABY CARRIAGE!!!

Well, wow, we are now breeders. Officially. The days where we forgot what we ever did before kids is about to begin. It may be a little scary, a little frightening, but it's our future! And we procreated!

Usually the first question a newly pregnant Mom hears is, "How are you feeling?" So, I thought I'd share the joys of a first time, middle of first trimester pregnancy.

I really can't complain though. We are (if you'll notice the little baby ticker) almost to 9 weeks already, and I've hardly been sick at all (in other words, as sick as I felt I know I just can't complain compared to some--cough *~Megan~* cough). For a week and a half I was a little sick every morning and then thought I'd fall over (or curl into a ball at work) from the nausea in the afternoons and nighttime. And then there was the beginning of week 8 where I couldn't stop eating. Brutal, I know, eat like a horse and let your stomach hang out. :) Ahhh, the joys of pregnancy. But, I do think the nausea has rotated shifts and is now during the night and it is driving me crazy that I just can't sleep anymore!

I am kinda nervous about having twins (does it run in the family, NO! is there any logical reason why I would think I was having them, NO! does that stop me from hoping I don't, NO! I have my reasons people....) and was already showing a leetle more than normal at 5 weeks. (They say your pants won't start to feel tight til around week 9 or so, ha! Liars! Got them, week 5 and I'm laying on the bed trying to squeeze into my 2 pairs of work pants that still fit....) So I asked my doctor the other day if it's normal to be showing as much as I am as early as it was... we'll just say he doesn't technically call it "showing", it's more what you'd call bloating. I told him we call that showing in our house.

Overall I've felt pretty good, I've also been sleeping through most days, so maybe it's just that I haven't been awake long enough to feel crappy. But Dust sure likes it, more video game time for him because I hole myself away in our room with our borrowed Reba dvds. :) Oh, I do like me a good country singer-actor in my house. She helps me sleep at night, what can I say?! I think Ken and Joell are still surprised at how fast I've been mowing through each season. Hey, one day is all you need to watch an entire season of a show, is that so wrong?!

So, moral of the story is we're getting cable so I'll have plenty to watch to get me through the last 7 months (and believe me, this has been one battle that I have fought hard for and finally conquered in our house)! Woo hoo! :)

Sunday, October 19, 2008

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Friday, October 17, 2008

Male bonding

Well, I am home alone (and LOVING IT)!!! Maybe I shouldn't announce that to the world, but I do cherish my time at home, I really do! Last night my mom and sister and I had a girl's movie night where we ate WAY too many pieces of pizza. Seriously, I ate more than I ever have before. Today, I will be working out... hopefully.

And today, well, I haven't exactly accomplished a lot of anything except catching up on relaxation techniques. Watching some tv on the internet, clicking away on Craigslist, watching Reba while eating lunch in bed, falling asleep watching Reba in bed, and now back on the computer. It has really been a tough day.

Dust decided to head out with some men from our church and take up a new sport: salmon fishing. Ohhhh, he was excited. He came home on Tuesday and asked me to close my eyes. Then he hauled out all of his new equipment and showed it to me piece by piece. I thought two of the hooks looked like some pretty cute earrings I saw in the store the other day, he didn't take too well to that comment.

The worst was when he thought he'd "impress" me by wearing his new wader boots... um, just them. I told him to not even think about it and that there is no way that I would like it. So he didn't. PHEW!!!

So being the good wife that I am, I hauled my butt out of bed on Thursday morning at 5:45 to drop him off in town. I received this lovely comment "Wow, you 2 must be newlyweds, my wife didn't even wake up to say goodbye!"

Should I have said, "Oh sir, we only have one car right now." Nahhh.

Sunday, September 14, 2008

Quick as a cat

...or a fruit fly. My have I been killing fruit flies left and right, up and down, sideways, behind my head, with my hand, with a zapper, and with a swatter. We have been officially attacked by the bug for over a month. WOW! Our house has no place available where one of those suckers could live, yet they keep finding ways to multiply and restrengthen their enemy lines. It's maddening! They'll come out of the fridge when I open it... shouldn't they DIE IN THERE???

We have 2 rooms that are being hit the hardest: our kitchen of course, and (go figure) our bathroom. Why our bathroom? Oh that's right, Dust likes to eat in the shower so that is one of their official battlestations. They are now also swarming under the sink. Everytime I open a drawer or the cupboard at least 3 fly out.

Oh, I am nuts though when I have a swatter in my hand. It gives me a sense of satisfaction when I slam one of them against the mirror. Speaking of my victories, it actually has gotten harder and harder to look myself in the eye... but only because I need to clean the mirror. There are currently about 37 squashed critters awaiting their windexed funeral session.

Any ideas about how to rid my house of them for good, other than standing arm with a flyswatter ready to attack the battle lines?

Monday, September 1, 2008

Pancakes, muffins, and granola

I will only eat one of the above for breakfast. My ever steadfast granola. I am by no means "granola" but I sure do enjoy it! It's pretty sad when even the FedEx guy has to ask about it. He stopped in twice last week to drop off 2 packages, and when he left the 2nd time, he paused and said, "So is granola a staple for you EVERY morning?" I smiled, "Uhhhh, yup!"

This morning my Dad's side of the family met for breakfast... so I went while Dust worked (at least I had a good morning!). :) And I had already decided I'd just get coffee. Decaf, at that. Then looked salivated at the menu, and while I absolutely LOVE all forms of food served at those wee early morning hours, my stomach and digestive system literally despise me for the rest of the day if I endulge in anything with grease or that's cooked (aside from eggs). So that is what I had, oatmeal (exciting, I know) and a hard-boiled egg and my decaf coffee. Our conversation relied heavily on MERSA and life in the midwest, because who doesn't talk about that during breakfast?!

It was a lot of fun to get together with the family though, I do love all the random, broad ranges of topics that we typically cover. I think the best part about breakfast was hearing compliments about Dust doing his job so well!

So, thanks to him, I can go eat breakfast on Labor Day while he invokes compliments that get directed to me! Gotta love this day!

Friday, August 29, 2008

Hiatus much?!?!

Well, well, I am back. Life has been gloriously busy (and just a wee bit crazy)... but no complaints! Here's a random list of updates since the last time I blogged.

  • Dust and I bought a lawn care business!! Woo hoo! Now, to all those who were wondering about the sheriff thing, it's in the future plans still at this point but we may be taking a longer and different road to achieve it.
  • Our summer was filled with paperwork to buy the business, paperwork to bill for the business, and now paperwork to file for the business. Ahh, the joys of being your own boss.
  • We now have a fence around our entire yard, plus an area fenced for "just the dogs", and they even have their own swimming pool.
  • My sister and I headed off to Phoenix for a week basking in the sun, AND to attend our cousin's wedding--which was, of course, beautiful!
  • Dust celebrated his 25th birthday, with a surprise party at our house (cough**cough** the night I got back from Phoenix, man am I good or what?!?!?!)!
  • We went camping a couple times and successfully had Jericho freak out at anyone in sunglasses. What a protector, a scary protector, but what a protector.
  • We found out my sister was pregnant again with a little girl... yay!!!
  • My brother and his wife, Sallie, came for a visit which was SO good to see them again, it had been too long!
  • They actually made it here at the same time my mom graduated from college, what an accomplishment!

Well, wow, I'm sure there are about a million and a half other things that have happened, but we have just slipped through this summer barely awake. Let's hope I stay a little consistent now with my posting! :)

Too bad it's not the new year or I'd make that my resolution!

Monday, May 12, 2008

Roadtrip

Well, Dust came home from a roadtrip not too long ago (he helped haul our friend home (finally!) to our neck of the woods) so I thought I would show you the best pictures that they took.


They are doozies, lemme tell ya!  Mmmm, ribs!



Just a good pic of the trio in the truck that trekked three thousand plus miles.


Oh Jon, you are silly.  And not handicapped.  Welllll ....


Really, who doesn't take pictures of roadkill?


With each other for 4 days, 3 nights, and are STILL friends.

Saturday, May 10, 2008

Generosity at its finest

It could be said of Dust and I that we are generous.  Solely, for ONE reason.  His name is Heinke (pronounced like "Hank", but spelled wrong... good job Jon).  And that reason is because we pet-sit about 7 months out of the year for our friends' rat while he's in the navy.  Well... weasel, pig, tasmanian creature, etc; you get the point, he has a LONG list of pet names.  (Insert *chuckle* cause I know you just did!)


Just so you don't get scared and run far, far away from your computer, I'll first show you a picture of our pride and joy in his short-lived teenage years (merely because his existence at this size was hardly a month) and also at the very size that Heinke last knew him at.  If he could talk, he would be saying, "Mama, pwease don't go to yor paintbawl twip."  I just know it.


And here's the little terror that we kick.   detest.   allow to reside in our house.


And this is who Heinke came back to last month.  No wonder he was a little leery of him... can you say DOMINATION????  Oh yeah, baby!  (Except Heinke's the mean one.  It could be a defense mechanism, but we don't like to give him excuses.)


I think Jericho's head may weigh more than Heinke's entire body.

Thursday, May 8, 2008

You know you're ready...

for a child when you:

-teach your puppy to eat properly;
-put your puppy in a timeout;
-schedule puppy play-dates;
-teach your puppy to share his toys;
-and teach your puppy to not growl while sharing said toys;
-get embarrassed when your puppy doesn't obey the first time;
-constantly talk to your puppy with the coined 'baby talk' language;
-refer to your puppy as your child;
-take great pride in your puppy's wits;
-take great pride in your puppy's good looks;
-have a designated play area in the house (so your puppy is always in view, and all his toys are in one place);
-hurt a little inside when Papa really punishes puppy for not listening to Mama;
-plan fun outings where your puppy can run and frolic to his heart's content;
-feed your puppy first before yourself;
-get excited when puppy "does his business" when and where you want him to; and
-have a diaper bag for your puppy.

Except... that we're just not ready. Sorry.

Wednesday, May 7, 2008

It happened.

The inevitable has finally occurred. As I was speeding racing overly anxious on the gas pedal driving to work today (with a slight possibility of arriving late as I may OR may not have slept in a good 30 minutes little bit past my alarm), I drove over a hill near our house only to see a sheriff flying (I'm sure within the normal confined of the unclearly posted speed limit) at me from the bottom of the hill.

As soon as he saw me, he flipped those flashers on, pulled a U-eee, even sprayed gravel at the house whose driveway he felt it necessary to utilize, and came a-racin' after me. Oh, man.

Okay, think, think, think. What do I sayyyy????

"Uh, ma'am, do you realize you were going 51 in a 35?" "Oh, nope. Sorry."

***Ahhhhhh!!!*** Have my inherited lawyerly skills been lost? Have I not talked my way out of four a mere couple of other tickets?

Dust and I have been talking lately about what we deserve, and that even as Christians we all deserve hell and that it's ONLY by the grace of God that we are spared. So, here this is running through my head (Why at this moment???? I don't know...) and I now am completely tongue-tied. Just staring at the officer, nodding my head, and saying: "Uh huh, uh huh"; "Oh, sorry"; "My bad". Of course, after he hands me my ticket do I think of some intelligible, side-tracking question. Great!

Well, at least I now have something to apply my government issued refund to... BACK to the government!

Monday, May 5, 2008

Invest it wisely

Well, if tax refunds won't make you smile, I don't know what will. It is always a good day when you get money back. I even captured the moment for blogging proof that we did, in fact, receive our earlier stated HUGE refund! Ohhhh, the possibilities. Where to spend this cash that just hopped right into my lap and is now begging for me to spend?! Wow, now that's a true dilemma.

Uh, back to reality now.


And if the government doesn't have to rub this in my face enough, here's what the envelope and little enclosure said.


Ohhhhh. Okay. Let me invest my $35 whole dollars WITH THE GOVERNMENT!! Puh-lease.

And, aren't they (the "government peoples") sending a bit too many mixed signals? Why, then, am I getting a rebate in July that they'll encourage me to SPEND, all in the name of boosting the economy; could this be because it'll be relegated as earned income on my 2008 tax return? Lovely, just lovely. They are not encouraging the growth of my savings account which is something that makes me smile.

If I didn't already have plans to spend both checks, I would really make a statement and save 'em both.

Friday, May 2, 2008

Yah, uh huh, right

I love fun, little quizzes. And so I took one. Well, I took like 15. And I liked this one because it made me laugh.





Your Slogan Should Be



Rebecca. As Delicate as a Caress.


Yah, right. Shall I remind us all about our soccer incident? I'm about as delicate as a 4-year old.

I hit the generate button a couple times to get one I liked. But... what should your slogan be??

Thursday, May 1, 2008

Oh the weather outside is frightful... la la la

If you shan't believe me that it's a tad chill-ay over here, maybe this will prove my point.


This was taken one week ago.  Uhhh, icicles people, these are icicles!
  

Oh brrrr, now I need to go grab another sweatshirt.

When you're handed lemons, make lemonade

Or, if you have one banana at home, you can rush to the nearest grocery store to pick up mangos, oranges, and apples... all to attempt the replication of the fruit juices you could just buy at the grocery store.  So, this is what our night consisted of.  (Fascinating, I KNOW!)




Oh the story of our lives continues to repeat itself.  Dusty is making food while I am doing anything but.  EXCEPT this time!  I am documenting!  Our future family will just be ecstatic over this juicy tidbit of information.  I just know it.

Anyway, Dust loves fruit, more so than anyone I may have ever met.  And he likes it mixed altogether.  Weird, BUT I did promise that I would stick by "in sickness and in health".  This is a sickness people.  Now, I do love me some fruit, but I prefer the "to each their own" motto to also apply to my natural grown wonders.  So this actually comes to no surprise that Dust would enjoy making these.  Anywho, here is the finished product.  



Dust asked if he should move the mixer so it's out of the picture.  NEVER!  It's my pride and joy!  I've only used it 3 times just so it'll stay so white!  (It was also the only clean spot on the counter to take a picture, but nevertheless....)


Our fruity cocktails.  Mmmmm.  Made with pure fruit, no rinds, and water.  Just like Bible times, minus the blender, of course.

Spring chickens

Well, the other little reminder that spring is right around the corner (last day in April and it hailed, spring has not arrived in my book... or at my house) is the annual stocking up of these little furballs.






Which are currently inside my parents-in-law's house because it's near freezing here. For the little chickadees, not actual human types. That point aside, aren't they super cute?

I thought so too, until I picked one up and my hand was, ugh, wet. "Oh, they all have wet feet," pipes up my lil sis-in-law. Reeeeeeeally!

The trip to get chicks and ducks is simply two-fold in nature:
1. to signal the beginning of the new season; and
2. to replenish the stock from last year.

The poor poopers don't stand a chance, they really don't. And as cute as they are now, and as little meat as there is on those wings, this does not detract from the magnetic force drawing the local coyotes to the seasonal Chick-and-Duck-fil-A restaurant.

Well, at least there are appetizing green eggs from the ones that do survive!

Wednesday, April 30, 2008

What makes me smile

I can't believe I forgot to mention this last week.  But as I was leaving work, I looked up and saw this older lady on a hot pink bicycle riding by.  That alone would normally be enough to make me grin a little.


But she was also wearing a hot pink sweatsuit that not only matched the basket on the bike, but also her shoes.  Oh sweet goodness, this made me smile the whole way home... I think I even chuckled.

Nothing wrong with the color pink or anything (even though it pales in comparison to WHITE), but when your whole ensemble is the exact same shade (including the apparatus you may happen to be riding upon), then your wardrobe needs to reintroduce the words "outfit", "shades", "multiple colors", and "style" back into its vocabulary.

Now granted, she was older, and may have lost her ability to see different shades, but it doesn't mean I haven't overly-pondered the simplicity of the issue.

She was, simply put, Hot in Pink (and on Pink, and wearing Pink, and riding Pink).

Tuesday, April 29, 2008

College??

Right, I hardly graduated from a 2 year Associate's Degree. However, what is the internet if not to boost your self-worth? I just found my favorite website because it treats me well! It ranks the level bloggy readers have to be at to understand your blog. Well, here is what it said to me:

blog readability test



Why, surely you jest. (I would like to think higher of such great online opportunities to boast, but reality does sink in at some point.) I think it lied. Unless you count my overabundant joy at a flower, my little puppy-child, and for all things white to be at the collegiate level, my friends, this may just be a hoax. Sad to say.

So, do the testarola and lemme know what yours says! But remember, barring any coincidental bloggy catastrophies and inappropriate comments on your blog if you were to attain a higher status than mine, you may not want to let me know. Even though I'm pretty sure that's the best score ANY ONE could get.

(Crossing my fingers.)

Thursday, April 24, 2008

Spring has sprung

Never have I enjoyed the warmth of spring quite like this year: birds chirping at 9:00 PM, flower buds dying and wilting (because of the April snowfall), and best of all the use of my winter gloves and scarves everyday.  It truly is a joy to live in the northwest.

In all honesty, I really DO like it, I promise (my fingers may happen to be crossed).  But here are some pics from around our house that remind me that there is hope for spring. Because what is life if you can't live with hope?!  These first 3 are all from the bouquet Dust bought me.

This last one, I'm going to print in sepia tones with a white frame and put that in our bathroom.  Okaaaaaay, here is a pic just so I can calm your anxious spirit.
And since I'm the Queen of Sidetracked-land, I'm also doing this one in sepia with a white frame.

But back to spring and bright colors.  Here's our homemade little greenhouse.

The best spring quote was Dust saying to me: "Hey, feel free to pick as many flowers you want to put in vases in the house."  Uhhh, which ONE do I pick since we only have ONE flower currently blooming?

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Our thrones are growing

To really sit and think about how Dust and I are just completely washed away with such a flush of good fortune is just so amazing I may need to stay parked ...

... on our new throne!!!  Look at the size comparison here.  Pretty crazy how much we're moving up (and out) in this world.  Yeah, I know.  And as much as I hate using puns, size does matter ... when it comes to "the Seat".  (Side note: Now you can see the warm, inviting color on the wall that now is my inspiration to work out--I've been in there 3 times and never to work out, hmmmm.)


Never mind the fact that in this next picture, it may portray the throne IN the tub, because that's just where we store our spare.  Clearly, we reek of normality around our house, not to mention that I nearly took a butt shot of my father-in-law....  Can you say classy?


Oh, and that's right... uhhh, at this point it was 10:30 at night and we only have ONE bathroom and ZERO toilets installed at our house.  YOU do the math!  At this point, it would be helpful to know some neighbors a little bit better in case we get in a bit of a pickle, but since we don't, this could cause a bit of a "leaky issue" in the morning if said new seat isn't installed on said new throne on top of said new flooring (oh by the way, floors are in, and I love em!).



The cabinets (and their doors) are in, there's a bit more touch up required, but we are getting closer to re-installing the door which is a monumental (and VERY key) part of western civilization.  I was yelled at the other day to stay on "that" side of the house as one of our friends was using the throne.

At least the throne was installed though, or our backyard would be smelling a whole lot like ... roses.

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Can you say dilemma??

It is now approaching on one of my favorite seasons of the year. Not spring, not summer (although technically my favorite real season), but GARAGE SALE SEASON!! And my is it arriving fast!

This weekend we have a county-wide kick-off for all those holding garage sales... they can put a notice in the paper and it will be FREE! Woweeee. I am just so excited! There are so many potential great finds out there and they're (usually) cheaper than even Wally World! Dust and I have found many a wonder at a garage sale. We bought a leather chair and loveseat at one (sweet old lady), a nice bookshelf at another (real wood people, $30--boo yah!!), and many little goodies.

Now to the dilemma. While mucho sales will be a-happenin around here, there is also the famed "rich people" sale over in the Seattleish area (the air quotes are based strictly on the assumption of wealth and not by potential debt awashed with massive houses and extravagant belongings). Woah, people. What's a person to do? Sales a plenty here or better stuff (assumedly)? Eeeek. I just don't know.

I'll just have to sit down, weigh out the pros and cons, drink 16 whitechocolatepeppermintmochas, and ponder.

Monday, April 21, 2008

No I will NOT give back your spoon

Last night Dust and I went to bed early to watch a movie before going to sleep. Normally, this is just my routine, and he'll shuffle in later after draining his finger strength on the power that sucks him in and makes him mesmerized for hours--video games.

He came to bed with a chicken wrap and ice cream. Because, doesn't everybody?! A quick side note, the chicken was made for the second time in 3 days (no complaints, I didn't have to make it), and was deep-fried. If you have ever met my stomach, you will know that: 1. any food made with more than 3 ingredients, and 2. anything that isn't hand picked directly from the ground will make it contentious, wreak havoc, and work with other unmentionable body parts to make me highly uncomfortable for the next 5 hours. I could NOT figure out why I felt sick for much of the weekend, and then I watched Dust make his second round of poultrified parmesan bake and dip it in a one inch thick layer of oil. Ugh, that thought alone could send me running to the bathroom!

Oh, how I digress.

Back to the ice cream. While he was preoccupied with his meat (good distraction for ANY man), I hijacked his spoon for the ice cream because it was piled high with Nutella (Insert: circle with "R" in it-I give credit where credit is due people). Okay, so this may have more than 3 ingredients in it, but I was sleeping soon after and didn't notice any of the aforementioned trauma. And boy was that spoon licked clean. This is a delicacy so unique and beautiful, it waters my mouth with just the thought.

After 10 minutes watching me as I was enraptured with my silver friend, I relented and gave it back. And by that time, he didn't even USE the spoon because he now had to drink his ice cream. :)

Sunday, April 20, 2008

It's all o-ver

Okay, well it's not all over, but the process has now started all over.  Dust is currently taking his written and physical to restart the entire hiring process.  While we had hoped we could beat the odds and get hired through the first round, it didn't happen so we're at it again.


And go figure, the test is on a Sunday at 10... have these people never heard of church?!  And if you're wondering why the little wifey typing this isn't in church... well my excuse is that we're going together tonight... because it's hard to go alone to church when you don't have a home church (we're currently looking).  So that's my excuse story and I'm sticking to it.

With this all starting over and with the process of applying to MULTIPLE departments, we have no idea where the Lord will lead us.  I have complete trust that where we end up will be where God wants us, but since that point in time is a bit far off, I am definitely struggling with a lack of patience because I just don't KNOW where we'll be.

So, lift up your coffee mugs this mornin' and praise the Lord that every finite detail is in His wondrous hands and that worry need not be a part of our lives, even the unknown parts.

Saturday, April 19, 2008

Props

Okay... well so far, I have listened to Matt Maher's new cd, and I sang along to every song EVEN THOUGH I didn't know any of the lyrics. It was a beautiful sound that only God and me could hear. I was pleasantly surprised with the beats and overall tune of the music. I haven't listened to check the Biblical accuracy but song #8 has been my favorite and it seems to parallel Ecclesiastes quite well.

Overall, if I believed it was not illegal to burn cds, then I'd make one for all my peeps! So, basically, I liked it, and so would you!

A Christian movie just got expelled in the theater called Released released in the theater called Expelled. And since it's Christian, let's support it so it doesn't get expelled quicker than we can buy the tickets online!

There we go folks, Christian cds, Christian movies... WE ARE GOING TO MAKE A COMEBACK IN THIS NATION -- I can feel it!

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Baby steps folks

I had the lucky privilege of babysitting Babbalu last week Friday and Sunday. What a treat. I don't think the understanding of love for nephews/nieces has quite been understood by me until it was my very own, flesh and blood sister who had a child. Thanks to her, I understand the Auntie role much more clearly.

Having only experienced pet-sitting and house-sitting, an actual human type of sitting was, I feared, a little out of my league. But alas, I came in strong, fought the fight, and came out victorious! And even changed my first diaper. Just kidding, it wasn't my first. Well, it was. Is that sad?! I had managed for 25 years to escape the joy of wiping up poop as fast as you can so as not to be showered with lemon colored spray. It went well, it was compact. Phew. I mighta cried otherwise, or just let him squish all day. Except I'm not that mean and I didn't have the opportunity to test it out.

So I am inching SLOWLY closer to that next step with Dust and me.

Babysitting overnight. :)

(ha ha, fooled ya all)

Thursday, April 10, 2008

Have you ever...

...heard just the right phrase and just so happened to have it in an email so it's easily copyable for posting? Well you're in luck, cause I do!

"It is perfectly clear that true
Christianity is something more than being
baptized and going to church."


Ahhh, how true this statement actually is. Dusty subscribed us to another daily devotional, but this one is now a favorite to read: Grace Gems. They even have the likes of Chuckie Spurgeon (aka Charles Spurgeon). I call him Chuckie because he is my friend. (And I suppose it's also because he's a profound Christian theologian who I seem to learn from every time I read his stuff.)

It is sad that the modern "Christian" has duped themselves into believing they are a true Christian when their lives are not different in any way from those of the world.

"It will never do to idle through life, thinking
and living like others, if we mean to be owned
by Christ as His people.

Have we grace? Then it must be seen.

Have we the Spirit? Then there must be fruit.

Have we any saving religion? Then
there
must be a difference of habits, tastes, and
turn of mind, between us and those who
think only of the world."


And, that was pretty much the ENTIRE devotion today. But it was so good and so filled with TRUTH that I couldn't not share it.

If you are walking around today claiming Christianity as your name, then:

"there must be something marked, distinct,
and peculiar
about our
character
, if we are true Christians."

Wednesday, April 9, 2008

Matthew M. Maher

Okay, so I can't confirm his middle name starts with an M and I can't confirm his music at this point, BUT I just won a free cd and once thoroughly acquainted, I am sure I will give praiseworthy accolades to my newest friend... simply because he gave me something for free. :)

And most of all because he loves God!

Tuesday, April 8, 2008

Plowing and ramming, yup it's soccer season

Co-ed soccer has been a forerunner to our marriage like none other. Once a week we head out to the field to take on our daring opponents only to laugh that we lost yet again.

This week was no different, however, I scored a goal! This made me smile. Then Dust plowed into a waif and got carded. No smile. I'm just kidding, I did score but the girl fell from tripping over her own two left feet her own clumsiness ... we'll just say from her own mistakes.

Honestly, the poor girl probably fell about 15.7 times; the .7 counts as the time she was rammed into the wall by me. :) And yes, I also did "make" her fall.

As a reliever of stress and our only form of exercise, it's great to get out there once a week because anymore and we wouldn't be able to walk. It's a great pattern really, sweat for one hour on one night, recover for 6 nights; then repeat.

Outdoor starts next week, though, which is easier because it doesn't involve near as many sprints, and plus, my calves are thanking me already.

Monday, April 7, 2008

Shopping makes me happy, shopping makes me sad

Or, shall I rephrase that to "mirrors make me happy, mirrors make me sad."

After 3 failed attempts to find not even the perfect pair of jeans but ANY jeans that look good, I was ready to quit and hole myself in my room with my workout pants and ice cream. Because honestly, if you can't find comfy, cute jeans, what is the purpose of life? And as shallow as that seems, it was truly how I felt. It can be very discouraging when that's what your focus is on (can you say "Rebecca hadn't kept up on her daily devotions?!"). Sad, but true.

So I enlisted the help of my dear friend and sister. I told her we were on a mission of imminent importance. Before I collapse into a frustrated mental state, we NEEDed to find me some jeans.

Whew. Whirlwind.

I think she could sense my mood. Mission minded. Oh, I was gonna find jeans if it killed me... and I was prepared for my ultimate demise; my tombstone coulda read "Denim did her in."

We started at the local mall and about 2 hours of shopping went by and I came out singing like a jaybird with my bags in a deathgrip because I was sure not to EVER let these babies lose sight of me. We found *cough* 5 *cough* pairs of jeans. (Insert weak smile.) I was very happy, but slightly mortified at how much moolah I easily smacked down for said jeans (and some shoes).

HOWEVER, then I arrived home with said jeans. And tried them all on. And then cried. And then cried again just for good measure. Let's just say that actual, true-to-form mirrors just aren't the same as the Gap's. Maybe I should have caught on when I actually looked quite tall. Boo, now I need to invest in the "skinny" mirrors that apparently all stores in the mall possess so as to feel like I actually look decent in a pair of pants.

Needless to say... at least my treadmill purchase is now getting a run for its money... get it?? RUN for its money? (That's a pun. A good one, too.)

Friday, April 4, 2008

Holla atcha girl

For some odd reason, this phrase has been coming out of my mouth on a more-than-once-daily basis. Why?! I don't know. Just embracing my true roots... remember the nostrils and my utterly intense fascination with rap?

Word.

That was really my only reason for writing this post, I really wanted to inform you all, all 2 of you, that I have been using that phrase on all too frequent basis and if you hear that cool slang erupt from my untamed tongue while snapping my finger in the air, it's because Dust hasn't grown too old of my latest 2-week craze. So it's still going.

Thursday, April 3, 2008

Give me some o that WHITE chocolate!

My newest favorite item of the vast palette of expensive (and expansive) taste that falls on my tongue lies under the category of health and nutrition: white chocolate. After learning that white chocolate mochas are more of the milk chocolate variety, my new favorite drink is theeeeee whitechocolatepeppermintmocha. And yes, you HAVE to say it all in one breath, or it just doesn't taste as good. Really, it's true.

My parents-in-law have an espresso maker and my sister-in-law is a barista, in fact, she's MyFavoriteBarista. And I just love the combo of power at their house. Anyway, Victizzle decided to bring me desserts and treats all last week in celebration of my birthday (and, unbeknownst to her, to make me gain 10 pounds). She called from the local bakery "if one were to buy something at the bakery, what might one buy?" And in all honesty, I really thought she was seeking advice on this tempestuous choice. Then. I. Caught. On. Oh deary me, I get a treat today! And treat it was. Have you ever heard of a white chocolate brownie? Oh you can bet I will now be a repeat customer because it was oh-so-truly delightful! Not to mention the fact that she also brought me a mocha, as well as a whole pan of brownies. Not just a brownie, this time it was a whole pan!! So much for a diet of any sort!

Wow. Who knew chocolate had no bounds. Especially since, in all its glory, IT IS WHITE, my friends, WHITE!

And if enough weirdness doesn't already flow through the familial genes, check out the odd mirrored email that my sister just posted.

Wednesday, April 2, 2008

My sentimental sweetheart

Dust is truly the love of my life. He is the perfect completion of me. Where I am weak, he is strong; what I lack, he makes up for in abundance. God KNEW what He was doing when He matched us together. (Obviously, being omniscient kinda helps out a wee bit in that area.)

This weekend we had a choice between 2 rooms. One had a king bed and the other had a queen bed with posts. No worries, this won't go into detail. Dust asked which one I wanted and I didn't care. But he inched me toward the one that was the same as our first night together. It was sweet that he thought like that, especially because I don't.

Then today, he brought me flowers at work. A BEAUTIFUL bouquet with flowers I've never seen, which doesn't take much since my thumb is as far from green as the color wheel allows. (I killed a cactus, okay?!) He asked if I liked the colors, white and coralish. I said "Yeah, I love 'em!" Good, cause they're the colors of our wedding.

Awwww, that's so true. Awwww, I hadn't even remembered that. Which one should I cry over? I just don't know.

Tuesday, April 1, 2008

It's my Birthday and I'll cry if I want to!!

Yay, it was my birthday on Monday, and now I am officially a quarter of a century! No sarcasm even, I love getting older (at this point in my life), especially because I LOVE the fact that I would have never dreamed where the Lord would take me (and what He's taken me through) to bring me to where I am today, but would never, ever want to change it!

We had a nice little celebratory weekend doubling up on celebrating bday and anniversary because they are 2 DAYS APART! I am crazy, yes I know, a birthday and a wedding with an April Fool's Day in the middle really ages a person, oh yes it does. But we went out this weekend to eat more times than I actually ate. We really didn't, but it sure felt like it.

The most romantic thing, I must say, was that Dusty exclaimed he had figured me out. I smiled all sweetly just overwrought with expectation for an overly gracious (but oh-so-desired) compliment to sweep me off my feet and into his soon-to-be outstretched arms. "Okay, so... since your nostrils are SO large, all the dust gets just sucked right up there and then comes outta your ears. See, figured ya out."

Okay, wow. I mean, RO-MAN-TIC, if I do say so myself. Two things one might need to know about me to understand, if possible, that odd statement that came out of his mouth when I was expecting the word "beautiful" to be used at least once.

One, I have strangely large nostrils, especially when you consider the size of my face. I always said I was part black, it sucks that the only part is my nostrils. Oh, and I never (repeat, NEVER) blow my nose, unless I start suffocating on the snot build-up in the back of my throat when I have a cold or when I've sniffed so much rattling snot (you know the kind) that I've just performed the mating call of fifteen different wild species at the same time and Dust can't take it anymore and will make me blow my nose. Lovely, I know. Very refined as well.

Two, I produce an abnormally large amount of earwax. Another lovely tidbit about me that I'm sure you REALLY wanted to know. We go through Q-tips quicker than I can buy them. Bulk is no longer cheap enough, I'm talking shipments people. Needless to say, holding up a discolored yellow Q-tip and comparing it to his sparkly white one is truly a joke that only I laugh at. Not even a chuckle out of him.

It's a wonder Dust is still saying such sweet things after 3 years when there are so many great options for compliments.

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Puh-rah-grez

It's official! I can tell ya now. Something, I repeat, something, has been accomplished to eliminate miniscule portions of the Disaster of 2008.

Last night we both got high on the fumes from the stain for the cabinets. Blah. But... on the plus side, the cabinets are now painted a nice dark walnut shade. On the negative side, the sink and counter no longer match. But do I care, one might ask? Nope. Not right now. Because this now means that the floor and the toilet can be replaced.

Okay, collectively, let's all just say, "a-WOO HOOOOO!"

We are one teensy step further with about a million and a half steps left in a house that just reeks, literally. It's really quite lovely, you should come over, EXCEPT you can't because I'm horribly embarrassed that you can't get past the front door without tripping on 2 rolls of linoleum.

Why 2? Well, Dust went shopping without me and thought I wanted something that I didn't (a little throw up appeared in my throat when I saw the coloring--oh I kid, it wasn't that bad, just not right) so I dragged him to another place to get the "right stuff". Oh yeah, we do not take
linoleum lightly. High quality stuff we got there. Our bathroom is small enough that we only needed a scrap that was left over. :( That almost makes me cry.

Sheesh, I'm loopy, throwing up, and crying; makes for a great story someday that is YEARS away from being remotely funny.

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Refund, da nuh nuh

Dusty just edited a cheerleading video for his cousin, so I, like, have a ton of cheers in my head, ohhhhhhh-kayyyyy? (clap, clap, clap, jump, pump arm in air)


After a mad rush to file our taxes yesterday (had to be postmarked 03/17) for Kamo Products, we sent them out today. Blah.  However, with all of the deductions for Kamo, it means that with our personal taxes we get a big ole whopping refund.  Suh-weet!

I mean, I called Dust right away and told him the big news. We were excited!  He even told me I could spend it all.  I really don't know how I will be able to find a place just to blow that money.  I really almost feel guilty.  Almost.

Ummmm, did I mention it's $35.  Yup, thirty-five whole dollars.

I'll be buying a bag o' lollipops.

Monday, March 17, 2008

Woo hoo!!!

Okay 2 noteworthy items on my agenda to forward on to my loyal blogger companions, all 2 of you.

First, the bathroom has now (finally) been painted! The outlets, light switches, and new light will be up by Wednesday. Things are a-movin' along quite nicely, if I do say so myself. I patted myself twice on the back for that and ate a whole pan of brownies. Well, not really, but that sounds REALLY good!

Second, Victizzle has finally begun her own blog. And since she is my favorite barista, I will give you her link ... uh, five times, okay six.

Good things all around the sphere of excitement that just spins round and round in my head all day long and never quits. This is why I get nothing done.

Welcome to my world.

Saturday, March 15, 2008

Procrastinating yet again...

The second coat of paint that needs to be applied to the 4 walls in our bathroom is screaming at me to "just do it". But instead, I have chosen to apply my other skills and watch a movie. Which I did. Twice. And now I'm feeling kinda guilty.

So alas, there's nothing else I can really do except paint. Off I go to get in my grubby painting clothes and re-emerge in a couple hours thoroughly tan... did I mention the paint was a light brown? It's nearly the exact same as laying out for an entire afternoon. But not quite. At all.

Okay, well I'm headed out now, so I better stop writing and just go finish it. However, I could do the dishes, and there is some laundry that is also calling my name. Not to mention I haven't dusted in like, a bajillion and a half years.

But really, the only reason our house is the way it is has got to be blamed on the bathroom. Because otherwise it would be my fault and I just don't roll that way.

Friday, March 14, 2008

Oh Me, oh My, it's MEME time

Alrighty then. This is my first ever game of freeze tag in the blogging world. Oh, I kid. But I was tagged, with what those lovely folks call a Meme. I'm not entirely sure what in the world that actually is, but I was chosen! Me! Ohhhh, I'm soooo happy (honestly, you'd have had to watch Robin Hood Men in Tights to understand how I actually just said that phrase... out loud even).

Here are the rules:
A. The rules of the game are posted at the beginning. (That would be right here, this is the beginning, and this is also the first rule apparently.)

B. Each player answers the questions about themselves.

C. At the end of the post, the player then tags 5 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know that they have been tagged and asking them to read your blog. (Okay, well we'll see if I even know 5 people that blog....)

What I was doing 10 years ago:
Well goodness. 10 years ago, I was just a babe. Literally, I was what you call an athletic babe, if there ever was such a thing; and also a freshman in high school. I could often be found (gasp, dare I say it) making fun of cheerleaders (sorry Manda).

5 Things on my To Do List today:
1. Go to work. Boo.
2. Work out (didn't happen, my calf muscles are still sore from soccer 2 nights ago).
3. Repaint the bathroom (didn't happen, just didn't feel like it... I'm very motivated, can't you tell?)
4. Kiss my husband (oh, you betcha buns I did that one--more than once even!)
5. Pet Jericho (yup, 3 out of 5, and that ain't bad.)

Snacks I Enjoy:
Is there a limit to how many I can add?? In the interest of sparing your valuable time, here is a VERY short list: drip coffee with lots 'o creamer, kettle corn popcorn, brownies with ice cream, crackers and cheese, and chocolate chip cookie dough.

Things I would do if I were a Billionaire:
If I were a billionaire, huh? Well, I'd be mortgage free, that's for sure. Then go to Thailand. Why Thailand?? Because they have nice beaches and little bungaloes that I would like to stay in. I would then move to Hawaii for a year and hone my surfing skills while toning my body. Then I'd buy another house and adopt 5 kids from foster care and 5 kids from Ghana. Oh, and I would find a cure for tears... because if I had dry eyes for even one full day of my life, that would be AMAZING!

3 of my Bad Habits:
I'd say I don't have any, but all you'd have to do is ask my husband (which, by the way, he is currently rolling lists off his tongue left and right as I just asked him... how sad.)
1. Apparently, leaving 50 bajillion water bottles around the house doesn't appeal to his sense of cleanliness.
2. Nor does coffee mugs... with coffee left in them.
3. And I'd have to say owning a cell phone but never using it because "I just don't like phones".

5 places I have lived:
1. An apartment with 2 friends
2. Another apartment by myself (because roomates, yeah, never again)
3. My parent's house (for 6 days until I couldn't take it anymore and had to move out)
4. Then another apartment (which was more like a hole in the wall and about the same size)
5. Our current house (which is a disaster).

5 Jobs I have had:
1. A Berry Picker (fun days in the hot sun all sticky and sweaty)
2. A chef at a local pizzeria (or, ya know, a peon at the local Little Caesars)
3. Receptionist/Legal Secretary
4. Litigation Legal Secretary
5. Professional Paintballer (just kidding, I never actually made any money but I'm keeping it on here because it makes me smile)

And that was it. You just learned some fascinating information about me. Count your blessings because I do not share that willingly in what I would like to refer to as my "real life".

And now who are the lucky culprits?
1. We are THAT Family (okay, okay, so I did see she was already tagged, but this is MY game now, okay? And since I laugh every time I read her blog, I couldn't not tag her.)
2. BigMama (Chances of her actually participating are slim to none as she may be thee most famous blogger I know, wow, I'm sweating in anticipation just hoping my new BFF blogging celebrity will play along with my weird little game.)
3. Tara (go for it, I'm counting on you! A whoo hoo!)
4. Dana (here's another thing you can commit to, but at least it's only a one-time deal!)
5. Shelly (come onnnnnn, blog with me fellow Bible studier!)

Well, I'm sending up a teeeeny prayer that maybe one of them will pull through for me! :)

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

I dream of JEAN-eeeeeee

I really do dream of a perfect jean.  And... it could be said that the only way for me to attain said perfect jean, is to hire an actual genie.  But we'll see.


My sister forwarded me on to Fred Meyer to find a pair that she found fits her well.  It's made by Tyte, and the name alone makes me REALLY question if there is anything good that can come from this company, especially for human women with curves.  I truly, truly doubt it.  Worse??  The actual style is called Duplex.  Tyte Duplex.  Why would you ever name pants that?!  Because anything that fits over your "duplex" is gonna be "tyte"?  Yeah, pretty much.

But she just called me again with more names.  Ooooo, hold your breath for these!

Just kidding, these actually rectify my hope in jean clothing companies.  This new one is Laguna Beach.  Wow.  Ummm, I'll buy them solely because they remind me of Hawaii (and yes, I do know LB isn't actually in Hawaii **cough**cough** after I googled it to make sure...)!

The other one, (insert drum roll) is My Favorite Trouser.  OHHH-riginal!  I must say.  However, it holds no candle to the Double Dupes.

It seems the trouser jean has really taken off as a popular style.  I always read about them on boomama and bigmama's sites.  Not to mention the fact that What Not To Wear always gives a shout out to them because it flatters all.  As in everyone, as in all body types, all shapes and sizes.  Now THIS is a jean I could work with!

So, in case any of you were wondering, that was my latest way of hinting that if you could sign me up for that show, that would be fabulous.

And here's that link, because I am just that subtle.  (If you need any more clues for why I really should be nominated, just ask!)

Monday, March 10, 2008

Bathroom update

Can I call it an update if technically nothing has really been updated? Yeah, still standing still over here in the home improvement arena. House projects for 2 people who get all gung-ho about starting projects and lose steam after, oh, I dunno, one day....

Puh-lease for anyone who is considering a financial investment in a house, just buy a brand new house or you will fall into the deep, dark pit that has swallowed us whole.

Hopefully tonight we'll be able to recaulk the shower so at least it's useable... because having to go to your parent's house to take a shower, it just isn't fun. Especially when you play soccer late at night. It makes for very late nights and even more procrastinating.

Although, it has now been painted a nice chocolate brown color. Aside from the fact that it is now the exact same color as our living room, it now awaits its first coat of the RIGHT COLOR! Yeah, I am fading fast with redoing things.

After the bathroom, we'll be redoing ALL of our carpet with wood floors, throughout the entire house! So, at least I have a good 3 months until our entire house is unusable! It'll be just peachy.

Saturday, March 8, 2008

Have you ever?

Alrighty, here's a new one.

Have you ever woken up on a Saturday at 7:30, went and grabbed your breakfast (granola and coffee) to take to bed and watch a movie... only to wake up at noon with a headache because you fell asleep before your morning cup-o-joe... and then eat lunch and start blogging only to realize it's now 1:15 and you haven't accomplished anything??

Well, I have.

And now I probably better get my butt in gear since Dust is out there working overtime so I can go buy new jeans and feast on sushi tonight!

Friday, March 7, 2008

Purses with pazazz

So here I am on my day off looking at Target.com for their clearance items (because let's face it, I am dutch, so "sale" just doesn't cut it for me, it HAS to be clearance) and I run across the hangbags.

And in my all out desire to imagine I could pull this off, I look at this one, which would just pop any outfit from blah to fun-kay. I love, love, love the price that's attached to it as well. I keep looking and I come to purses that are $9.99; while I didn't like any of the selection available, the fact still remains that in my head I said, "Oh, I would NOT pay 10 bucks for a purse, goodness."

When, in fact, I paid nearly 6 times that much for my current (cough cough, white, cough cough) purse (make sure you click on the WHITE one, just to really understand the goodness of color that it is because the brown one doesn't cut it). And with my overpriced purchase, I now have room in my purse to hold, well, a whole other purse because it is just that big.

We just went to Hawaii and I had that as my carry-on. Oh, I do kid. Although large enough to hold everything I could ever possibly need or want on an airplane, I utilized availability and took a camo backpack as well that was overladen with precious electronics that no one should go without... especially when you are flying over an ocean, you need to keep busy people. But since I don't understand the concept of downsizing, my purse was pretty heavy so a big thank you to Dusty for carrying his bag, my bag, and his Dad's laptop, and I think he was dragging other carryons as well for his Grandma.

Ahhh, to have a selfless husband (and a bag that's so large it causes your shoulder to actually ache)!

Thursday, March 6, 2008

My toes will be the death of me yet

The Disaster of 2008, errr "remodel", is still a reigning dictatorship in our home. The brigade of forces has now overtaken us completely and we have had to succumb to the ugly corruption of messiness.


Or, that's just my latest excuse for our house not being (oh what do you call it) tidy.

My freshly painted workout room is now the temporary, proud home of ALL our bathroom supplies. So in the interest of working out, I felt I needed to do some weight lifting. And at this point for sanity's sake, all that actually entails is moving my treadmill so as to fit the newly acquired items that are rooming with it.

And move it I did, and set it down I did, on my foot, yes I did, and hurt, OHHHHH yes it did. It really wouldn't have even been that bad except that a couple hours earlier Jericho thought it would be funny to paw at a ball that was next to my bare foot only to realize that his depth perception and excitement do NOT go hand in hand. Instead paw on foot equals scratches and soreness, and not Mama wants to play. (Oh humble me now, yes, I do realize I have become that person who refers to their pet as a child.)

Bloody scratches from an over-exuberant puppy (okayyyyy, in the interest of encouraging a wee bit of sympathy, I may have added "bloody" where it didn't belong) and a 200 pound machine (and fiiiiiiine, it may not weigh 200 pounds--130 minimum though or like 40, shhhh) that's intended for your foot to actually walk upon and not for the machine itself to rest upon just doesn't make for a good combo. Especially when there's no one in the house to even complain to. Sigh.

The worst part may have been that I did see it coming. And because my reflexes are as quick as a cat I decided the best course of action would be to not react to my brain telling me that once I let go, the treadmill had a 93.24% chance of landing on my foot.

Let's just say I went with that remaining 6.76%.

Wednesday, March 5, 2008

Have you ever?

Okay, so new thing I'm starting are my "Have you ever" blogs. They will just be short little blurbs. If you like, leave a post about one of your "have you evers". :)

So... to end the undying frustration of those who really just want to read all about my little blurb that will delve deep into my fascinating life just so you can get to know a new piece that is my puzzle....

Have you ever wanted to drive your car inside your house so that you:
a. do not have to go fishing for cds to transport between car and house.
b. can listen to your awesome sound system (which is the embodiment of a high school boys' pimped out, raised truck).
c. can have surround sound without the purchase of MORE speakers?
d. can really test the sturdiness of our house's foundation.

Orrrr, is it just me??

Monday, March 3, 2008

One house, one bathroom, one husband who can't shower

Whoops. So maybe my planning wasn't ideal. My lofty aspirations to just paint my bathroom whirlwinded down to the Disaster of 2008. It struck our house on Friday night and just tore it apart. Let me just say that no simple painting job can ever be accomplished when you buy an older house.

Oh my word, our shower panels are falling off because the caulking has molded... umm, do you see that there are linoleum tiles in our bathroom-I didn't even know they made those... we need a non-rusted mirror and light fixture... we might as well sand and paint the cabinets to really make them look sharp. Etc., etc., etc.

The calamity that is our bathroom is as follows.



The saddest part? That isn't even the worst part. Now, there is hardly a tool in there, no shower curtain, no nothing. Except spackle. Cause I love me a good spackle. And before you say I may have gone spackle-crazy, you had NOT seen the walls before. Divits, cracks, and lines, oh my!





If you were wondering, yes I did choose that paint color. Why?? I do not know, call me a crazy newlywed who thought it would be "fun" to have a bathroom that blinds you with color.

But, needless to say, it is now Monday and this project is still not near completion. Dust came home today and was thoroughly bummed that after working in the rain all day he couldn't even take a shower because WE HAVE ONE BATHROOM, PEOPLE! It is not fun.

My goal to paint my bathroom last Saturday was never achieved, but my sister and I did paint this weekend. My workout room is now in some stage of completion. I'll hold off on pictures until you may congratulate me for a job well done.

In other words, next year I may have those pictures.

Saturday, March 1, 2008

Embarassed beyond belief

So I am all for a simple, white Christmas... anything else is atrocious. Seriously.

And speaking of atrocities, during the 2nd to last weekend in January, I drove by a house and (please forgive me) said "Oh my, it's almost February, puh-lease just take down your CHRISTMAS lights people! It's getting a little ridiculous. The season has ended."

I keep driving and pull up into our driveway and I. Just. Hang. My. Head. Oh how sad, our Christmas lights were still up. I coulda cried.

I think I might have.

But, on the plus side, we did have a housesitter come to our house while we were in Hawaii and he had never been to our house. Since most people pass right by our road before they realize it, we were like, "Hey, we'll turn on our Christmas lights and that's our house."

His response, "You still have your lights up?"

From a male. That phrase came from a man.

Mortification from my own Christmas embarassment, how sad.

Monday, February 25, 2008

Hawaii--Oh how I miss you!

Well, it's been nearly a month since we went to Hawaii, and that means it is quite overdue for me to post about it.

I picked out two pictures that I thought best exemplified and captured the January tropics of Oahu.  Clearly, we strongly felt that the sun's rays would beam right through the rain and towels to bronze our pale skin.  It didn't work like we had hoped!  (If you look closely, I am a bit surprised by this revelation, and, well, Dust is just plain mad.)

It was also a leetle windy some nights.

And I just couldn't write about Hawaii without giving a shout out to our new forever friends! Hank, Bob, Susie Q., and our many other feathered friends that we met (all of whom, for the life of me, I can't remember their names), you will be sorely missed! 

In all seriousness though, our vacation was definitely in a unique resort that I am just in love with!

This was our private lagoon.

This was one of Ko'Olina resort's pool areas.

Overall, awesome vacation at an awesome time of year.  The beach, pool, hotel, and shopping areas weren't crowded at all and it was 70s to 80s the whole time--and coming from the NW, that was a VERY welcome change!

Friday, February 22, 2008

My day off

A day off.  "How nice", one might think. "Oh, how relaxing", one might say.


Ummmm, not if you're this girl and this is your ONLY chance to be home during the week.  Uh, yeah, strictly cleaning days.  And cleaning has been accomplished I tell ya.  My bathroom is now fully functional and is ready for a transformation.  I now have all of our "supplies" in different boxes throughout the cupboards and I must say, pretty fancy indeed.

When Dust and I started Kamo, we naturally assumed it would take off (and it did mind you, just with all our money).  Nevertheless, we had ordered a TON of boxes through the good ol' United States Postal Service.  Because, well, they are 100% free. :)

So I found the perfect size that I needed after digging around in our shed and now everything is organized.  I even have a box for all of the extra toilet paper.

Now, when my dear sister comes to help me paint it (going with the browns, and tans, and just a wee little bit of white!), it will look just perfect.  New paint, new fixtures, new postal boxes... what more could I ask for?

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

A girl loves her purse as much as Jericho loves his leash!

Huh?  Okay, so, you know how it is when you give your dog's neck a break and take his leash off...


...and then how he runs through the house like a little kid all hopped on sugar?
...or flings it through the air like a rag doll at a circus?
...or whips it around like a baby gazelle in a pack of lions?
...or barrels through the house like a 4th grade quarterback (who still has no sense of balance)?

No?!  Well, welcome to my world!

I have to go now and touch up the paint throughout our house.

Color blind but color savvy

As I looked deep into Dusty's eyes yesterday, I noticed they were bluish-greenish. They tend to change with the color of his shirts. He's a chameleon if I ever saw one.

Then I asked what color mine were.

"Hazel."

"Oh. Really?"

Wow, I just had no idea. So even though my blog title doesn't make a lick of sense anymore, at least it's legible. A shout out to my brother who emailed me saying that he would forever be blinded after looking at my blog. So he helped me with the html and we figured it out, so I hope it's better.

I'll be paying his optometry bill now, but that's beside the point.

Monday, February 18, 2008

My sweet valentine

Oh baby, oh baby, my husband is a sweetheart. On Valentine's Day we both got home from work and raced to get ready for dinner. I ran into our room and there sat a bouquet of flowers with a note that just melts my heart. Hopefully you'll take the time to read it (below) to fully grasp the depth of Dusty's love and romanticism. I mean, we are talking DEEP, people!









Who wouldn't want to be described with the terms "velvet sweat" or "chest hair" or described as "with a nose like the space needle"?!?! Need I even ask? But, oh yes, absolutely beautiful beyond words. In fact, I was speechless. Literally.

After regaining composure, we zipped over to Conor & Laura's for dinner; our Thursday night Bible Study group all dressed up and got together (here are some of the ladies: Shelley, Trina, Laura, and I).








But here's my favorite part (aside from the letter that rendered me a'without word), on Saturday, we came home after taking Jericho to the dog park (BIG event, even called my parents to come--but they didn't) and I went directly to the computer to check my email (because that is just what I do the MOMENT I arrive home, okay?!?).

Dust just up and tells me to stay in there because he was going to cook dinner(!!) Oh wow, how fun. You may be thinking that feelings of guilt may have washed over me--but notta one! Thoughts of going in to help--nope. Offering to make dessert--nada. Making a side dish--ain't gonna happen. Sitting on the couch and watching a movie 'til it was ready--uhhhhhh, yup!


And, ohhhh, we had us a feast if I ever saw one. The food didn't even all fit on our table... granted, our table is the size of a peanut so that might have something to do with it. There were piles of garlic shrimp, mango salsa to go with piles of more shrimp for lettuce wraps (my favorite!!), salmon bakes, and stir fry (random, I know); all alit by candles and the aforementioned bouquet. And wine, of course, we still have the whole bottle left if anyone is interested. Needless to say, our feast was devoured very fast and a leetle too quickly. It was delicious!








So, raise your wine glass and join me in a toast that every day will be Valentine's Day and that Dust will be cooking every night!


(Oh wait, he already does....)

Thursday, February 14, 2008

My best friend

Is it wrong that next to Dusty, my best friend in the whole, wide world may, in fact, be chocolate? Nahhh, perfectly normal. Or not, whatever.

Last night I NEEDED me a fix of some chocolate; so lucky me, I had stashed away a brownie mix. I whipped that puppy together faster than you could say "What time of the month...?".

I was just dancing with excitement from the pleasing aroma emitting from my self-cleaning oven (that is
white!). Ohhh, how gloriously divine it smelled. Gloriously! Divine! Yes, this is how I describe a box of $4.00 brownie mix. You see, my sophistication level is not quite up to the normal behaviorial patterns of most folks. (The fact that I just used the word "folks" in a normal setting in the year 2008 may also be an indication.)

Anywho, the brownies were done and guess who couldn't wait for them to cool off?? Oh yeah, I scarfed down my brownie faster than you could say "Oh, now I totally know what time of the month...".

I do know my limits though. They say in all health books and advice columns, eat a portion the size of your fist. So I did. Except it was Dusty's fist. And it was both of them.
Welllll, I got so excited and it just was over too soon, so I had to eat his! It just wasn't right. Letting it sit there in all it's chocolatey goodness. So, yup, I ate fists full of brownies all under the premise of healthful living. (But oh SO worth it!)

And tonight for the menu, chocolate molten lava cakes. Since it's Valentine's Day, maybe I'll share one with Dusty, but the REST ARE MINE!!!

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