Thursday, June 25, 2009
Dear Everyone...
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
New things.


Matt reminding us that it's imortant to stay hydrated during the move.
I bought some cool new/old furniture at an estate sale last weekend, and Matt and I started a project refinishing it for the apartment. Matt decided he needed a new power drill (not really sure why) and I'm starting to question if he loves the drill more than me! After drilling something, he blows the end off like a "smoking gun". I told him that was not really necessary, but the "smoking gun" thing has yet to stop. Yesterday he started referring to the drill as "my baby". I'm pretty sure I have created a monster. But by the time I got home from work yesterday, Matt had put together the crib and dresser, so I'm not going to complain about it :) Hopefully we will have TC's room all set up by this weekend!





Friday, May 29, 2009
To be or not to be... Pregnant.
Normally, I'm a pretty emotionally stable person. Over the last 7 months, things like homeless people and commercials about puppies make me burst into tears... It's pretty convenient. So last weekend I flew home to Utah for my baby shower that my Aunts threw for me. Matt and I woke up at 4:15am for my 6:40 flight out of Fresno. They started loading the plane and shortly after, those same people started unloading the plane back into the terminal. Just my luck - my plane had some sort of "maintenence issue" and the flight was delayed. So I waited in a line for an hour and a half to see if they could get me onto another flight. Their only solution - a 1:00 pm flight to Salt Lake City on Delta. The only problem - my baby shower was supposed to start the same time the flight took off from Fresno. I had a complete meltdown in front of all the crew and passengers of flight 2816. Like the histerical sobbing kind and for thirty minutes or so I had to hide out in the bathroom because I seriously could not pull myself together. I love pregnant emotions.
Since I had about 7 hours to kill until my next flight, I decided to walk to a gas station down the street so I could buy a bottle of hair spray so I could get ready in the airport bathroom. For some reason I felt compelled to tell the Arab cashier everything that had happened to me that morning. He stood, staring at me without saying a word, and then finally when I was finished said "That sucks. Would you like a free soda?" To which I responded, "Yes I would thank you."
From then on the trip went great. As soon as I touched down we rushed to the baby shower and I got to open up the sweetest little baby things. Thank you everyone! Two of my favorite gifts - my sister got our "Little Mann" the entire Doctor Seuss collection and my mom made him a baby quilt and all the bedding for his room. I was so excited! My mom made this quilt without any kind of pattern or anything... she literally drew the animals and sewed it. I don't have the heart to let the baby poo all over it, so I'm going to hang it on the wall and make her make another one for the bed lol.




Friday, May 15, 2009
Stupid People
The pool brings unexpected joy to my life. Sometimes it is full of ducks, sometimes it is full of bubbles from homeless people taking baths in it, sometimes full of local gang members who need take a break from "thugging" for a quick dip - everyday is something new. This weekend was the kickoff of another hot trend... summer parties.
When I arrived to work on Monday, I was surprised to find our pool littered with cases of beer cans and broken bottles. Tisk, tisk. Who knew school was the place to be on Saturday nights? Luckily, when our maintenence man was cleaning up the mess, he found a receipt for 15 cases of beer... that was paid with food stamps... that had the party people's name on it. Genius. So now they are getting fined for trespassing and vandalism. PLEASE people - if you are going to do something illegal, will you not leave your ID at the scene of the crime??? Idiots.
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Eating Fresh

Thursday, April 9, 2009
I love the coast the most!







Friday, April 3, 2009
Um hilarious...
Sorry I had to post this. This is my dad's interpretation of a wino. Where did he come from??? ;)