Saturday, August 30, 2008
Ain't nothin but a gangsta paaarty
Last night we went to a mafia-themed birthday party for our friends. The house was full of gangsters and molls dressed to the nines, and the party was great. Happy Birthday Lindsay and Kacie!
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Week 8
Upon calling to schedule a doctor's appointment (they made me wait FOUR weeks for my first appointment!), Levi and I were told that we were 6.5 weeks into our pregnancy. I thought it would be fun to take a picture every week so that we could watch my tummy grow. Good intentions turned into me whining every Sunday about picture time, so here's the one picture that we have (taken at 8 weeks). Don't worry - when it starts to look more like I'm carrying a baby, and less like I'm carrying Thanksgiving dinner, I'll try to be more cooperative with the camera (and the photographer - sorry, Levi!).
Belle was so funny when we took this - we had the camera set on a timer, so Levi would hit the button and run over to make sure his belly was in the picture. The commotion drove Belle nuts and she would come over and jump up right in between us right as timer ran down. This is the only picture from the series that doesn't have a blur of Belle in the middle.
Belle was so funny when we took this - we had the camera set on a timer, so Levi would hit the button and run over to make sure his belly was in the picture. The commotion drove Belle nuts and she would come over and jump up right in between us right as timer ran down. This is the only picture from the series that doesn't have a blur of Belle in the middle.
Sunday, July 13, 2008
the day that changed all of our tomorrows
On July 13, Levi and I found out that we are expecting a baby. Surprise!
These are pictures we took a couple hours after the positive test result - after the tears, the disbelief, the prayers. I love them. We look so young|scared|excited|anxious (which is exactly how we felt).
These are pictures we took a couple hours after the positive test result - after the tears, the disbelief, the prayers. I love them. We look so young|scared|excited|anxious (which is exactly how we felt).
Thursday, July 10, 2008
The List (aka: Pants-Free Thursday)
The list: Things I forgot to bring with me to the gym this morning:
-Shower shoes (eewwww.)
-A towel (um yeaaaah – so, I just walked through the locker room, sopping wet, in a hand towel)
-A hairbrush (finger-combs do not work as well as you may suspect)
-Oh, and MY PANTS.
I had to be at work early this morning – like 6am early – to drop off some trinkets at everyone's desk before they got to the office (it's part of a new brand launch project…). So, in all of my ambitious wisdom I decided that I should just head to the office in workout clothes - that way, I could go to the YMCA by my office right after I make the drop, shower and get ready for work there, and be back at my desk by 8:00. Good idea, right? The faulty part of this rock-solid plan is that, as you may very well know, I am NOT a morning person. I try, really, I do, but my brain refuses to participate in bodily function any earlier than 8:00AM (and that's pushing it). The fatal mistake lies here: instead of packing up my bag last night, I thought to myself: surely I can just throw everything together before I leave in the morning. Right, self? Surely...
And, that's where the list comes in. The morning was running smoothly, as planned. I woke up, put on some workout clothes, shoved my work clothes and 'getting-ready' items in a bag, and was out the door in 10 minutes flat. I successfully made the super-secret-brand-trinket-drop at the office, and hit the elliptical machine at the Y. Which brings me to the locker room. I noticed my predicament as soon as I got my bag out of the locker and opened it. NO PANTS! I immediately closed the bag and went back out to my car thinking, well, the only option is to go all the way back home (my office is half an hour from our house) and get ready there, which would make me at least an hour late for work. BUT HARK! It's only 7:20 – my usual carpool group doesn't leave our neighborhood until 7:30, maybe there's a chance to catch them! I called Levi, who graciously agreed to take my pants to the carpool meeting place, so that they could ride to work with my coworkers (awesome). He's wonderful. His only request? "Please call them and let them know what I'm doing, so I'm not just that guy that shows up with your pants". So, then there's that conversation,
"Hey Marie, can I ask an odd favor of you..?"
"Sure, and, uh, I'll let you explain later how that happened."
With that little mix-up relatively solved, I got out of my car and headed back into the locker room. To the shower. I'll spare you the details, but just let me say, it was not fun. I dried off with a hand towel for pete's sake.
At this particular moment, dear friends, I am sitting at my desk. Hair combed (kind of), make-up on, in a nice blouse, high heels, and... gym shorts, waiting for my pants-savior Marie to arrive.
It's going to be a good day.
-Shower shoes (eewwww.)
-A towel (um yeaaaah – so, I just walked through the locker room, sopping wet, in a hand towel)
-A hairbrush (finger-combs do not work as well as you may suspect)
-Oh, and MY PANTS.
I had to be at work early this morning – like 6am early – to drop off some trinkets at everyone's desk before they got to the office (it's part of a new brand launch project…). So, in all of my ambitious wisdom I decided that I should just head to the office in workout clothes - that way, I could go to the YMCA by my office right after I make the drop, shower and get ready for work there, and be back at my desk by 8:00. Good idea, right? The faulty part of this rock-solid plan is that, as you may very well know, I am NOT a morning person. I try, really, I do, but my brain refuses to participate in bodily function any earlier than 8:00AM (and that's pushing it). The fatal mistake lies here: instead of packing up my bag last night, I thought to myself: surely I can just throw everything together before I leave in the morning. Right, self? Surely...
And, that's where the list comes in. The morning was running smoothly, as planned. I woke up, put on some workout clothes, shoved my work clothes and 'getting-ready' items in a bag, and was out the door in 10 minutes flat. I successfully made the super-secret-brand-trinket-drop at the office, and hit the elliptical machine at the Y. Which brings me to the locker room. I noticed my predicament as soon as I got my bag out of the locker and opened it. NO PANTS! I immediately closed the bag and went back out to my car thinking, well, the only option is to go all the way back home (my office is half an hour from our house) and get ready there, which would make me at least an hour late for work. BUT HARK! It's only 7:20 – my usual carpool group doesn't leave our neighborhood until 7:30, maybe there's a chance to catch them! I called Levi, who graciously agreed to take my pants to the carpool meeting place, so that they could ride to work with my coworkers (awesome). He's wonderful. His only request? "Please call them and let them know what I'm doing, so I'm not just that guy that shows up with your pants". So, then there's that conversation,
"Hey Marie, can I ask an odd favor of you..?"
"Sure, and, uh, I'll let you explain later how that happened."
With that little mix-up relatively solved, I got out of my car and headed back into the locker room. To the shower. I'll spare you the details, but just let me say, it was not fun. I dried off with a hand towel for pete's sake.
At this particular moment, dear friends, I am sitting at my desk. Hair combed (kind of), make-up on, in a nice blouse, high heels, and... gym shorts, waiting for my pants-savior Marie to arrive.
It's going to be a good day.
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
April Fool's
I locked myself out of the house this morning. Ugh. Who does that?
Apparently I do.
It usually wouldn't matter, because Levi would be inside, and I could just bang on the door like a madwoman until he came and rescued me. And, it usually wouldn't matter, because I usually don't lock myself outside. On this particular morning, however, I did, and it just so happens that Levi left yesterday for his Spring tour of the West coast.
This is the best April Fool's joke I've ever played on myself. Way to go, self. Now we all know why I HATE APRIL FOOL'S JOKES.
It happened like this: The morning routine was running smoothly: shower, get dressed for work, feed Belle, let Belle outside, make breakfast to go (this is a relatively new one - maybe it's to blame), grab purse and make-up bag, flip the lock on the inside of the door, grab keys(house&car) from candy dish, pull door shut -NNNNOOOOOHHHH. That's where it happened. The 'grab keys from candy dish' part. Instead of getting my keys, I saw my ID, credit card, and lip gloss that had been placed there by Levi, at my request (he's blameless in this), before he left town (he had them in his wallet from a purse-less event we went to over the weekend). I thought, 'hmm, I should probably put those back in my purse'. So I did. The grab step was complete, the keys were neglected, and I was stuck outside. justlikethat.
Levi called about 30 seconds later, poor guy. He called the landlord, the maintenance guy, and Aaron. Aaron has a spare key because last time he was gracious enough to dogsit for us, we were supposed to leave him a key in the super-secret-key-hiding-place. Aaaand, we forgot. So, Levi's in Texas, I'm in Utah, Belle's locked inside doing the potty dance, and Aarons stuck outside of our house (seriously, how do we even still have friends?). The maintenance man had to take a spare key to our house, and that's how Aaron has a spare key.
Awesome Aaron (as he'll be referred to from here on out) was kind enough to get ready for school/mock-interview early and make the trip, way out ofhis way, to let me back inside. Lo and behold, Gary-the-landlord pulled up when Awesome Aaron was almost to the house and let me in. Sorry Awesome Aaron - sorry for making you get up early, drive out of your way, and then just turn back around. Thanks for being so nice about it :).
Good 'ol Gary gave me the, 'We don't usually do this' speech as he let me in. I thanked him profusely and went inside. Did I mention that Gary had parked his car in the driveway behind mine? No? Well, it shouldn't have mattered, except for the fact that after he let me in, he walked to the neighbors house to follow-up on some maintenance. Uh, Gary? I kind of need to leave. I'm only, like, an hour late for work. Morons can't be choosers though, right? So I did a little more waiting. This time, with my keys in hand.
Apparently I do.
It usually wouldn't matter, because Levi would be inside, and I could just bang on the door like a madwoman until he came and rescued me. And, it usually wouldn't matter, because I usually don't lock myself outside. On this particular morning, however, I did, and it just so happens that Levi left yesterday for his Spring tour of the West coast.
This is the best April Fool's joke I've ever played on myself. Way to go, self. Now we all know why I HATE APRIL FOOL'S JOKES.
It happened like this: The morning routine was running smoothly: shower, get dressed for work, feed Belle, let Belle outside, make breakfast to go (this is a relatively new one - maybe it's to blame), grab purse and make-up bag, flip the lock on the inside of the door, grab keys(house&car) from candy dish, pull door shut -NNNNOOOOOHHHH. That's where it happened. The 'grab keys from candy dish' part. Instead of getting my keys, I saw my ID, credit card, and lip gloss that had been placed there by Levi, at my request (he's blameless in this), before he left town (he had them in his wallet from a purse-less event we went to over the weekend). I thought, 'hmm, I should probably put those back in my purse'. So I did. The grab step was complete, the keys were neglected, and I was stuck outside. justlikethat.
Levi called about 30 seconds later, poor guy. He called the landlord, the maintenance guy, and Aaron. Aaron has a spare key because last time he was gracious enough to dogsit for us, we were supposed to leave him a key in the super-secret-key-hiding-place. Aaaand, we forgot. So, Levi's in Texas, I'm in Utah, Belle's locked inside doing the potty dance, and Aarons stuck outside of our house (seriously, how do we even still have friends?). The maintenance man had to take a spare key to our house, and that's how Aaron has a spare key.
Awesome Aaron (as he'll be referred to from here on out) was kind enough to get ready for school/mock-interview early and make the trip, way out ofhis way, to let me back inside. Lo and behold, Gary-the-landlord pulled up when Awesome Aaron was almost to the house and let me in. Sorry Awesome Aaron - sorry for making you get up early, drive out of your way, and then just turn back around. Thanks for being so nice about it :).
Good 'ol Gary gave me the, 'We don't usually do this' speech as he let me in. I thanked him profusely and went inside. Did I mention that Gary had parked his car in the driveway behind mine? No? Well, it shouldn't have mattered, except for the fact that after he let me in, he walked to the neighbors house to follow-up on some maintenance. Uh, Gary? I kind of need to leave. I'm only, like, an hour late for work. Morons can't be choosers though, right? So I did a little more waiting. This time, with my keys in hand.
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