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Thursday, July 29, 2010

Do I hear an echo?

Sometimes I wonder if Allison and I should just combine our blogs into one so as to prevent all of you from having to regularly read the same thing twice. But then I remember that she talks a whole lot about Starbucks, and I just think that might be a conflict of interest with undying loyalty and devotion to Dairy Queen.

(By the way, I just celebrated my 2-year anniversary in the Blizzard Fan Club... and yep, you guessed it, ended up with another buy-one-get-one-free coupon. In your face!)

Anyway, the rumors are true that we are, in fact, packing our bags and flying to Mexico tomorrow. The rumors that we are planning on returning at some point, however, might not be true. That will all depend on how much fun we are having when it's time to come home! :)

My objectives for this trip are simple:
1. Sleep a lot.
2. Get a tan.

So basically, my goals are similar to that of a 16-year-old girl during Spring Break. Wish me luck.

I'll be thinking of you all while I'm away, but please promise me not to write too many exciting posts while I'm gone because I really stress out about catching up on blogs as efficiently as possible upon my return. The same goes for catching up on facebook. All the world should have my problems- I know.

Hasta la vista!

P.S.- Ditto on the early birthday wishes to Kimmie!

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

That's it, that's all

Please pardon my blog-slacking as of late. I have been doing really important and exciting things, like watching season 4 of Dawson’s Creek (Joey and Pacey just broke up at the senior prom... heart-breaking, I assure you) and attempting to break world records by consuming Mexican food seven times in one week. SEVEN TIMES. And the crazy part is that it wasn’t intentional… it was merely a coincidence (conspiracy?) that we attended that many events where it was served. Anyway, the important thing is that I survived to tell about it.

I have also been busy enjoying what is lined up to be the wettest July on record in the Houston area, and amen for that. Last summer (aka: the summer of death) was almost more than I could handle, so I am thankful that God is rewarding our endurance of that trial with a much more tolerable summer this year.

We are trucking right along with the new church, and now that we have an official logo (thanks to my talented brother!), we are about to reveal the name, so be sure to check out our website for updates. And if you are interested in helping out in any way, feel free to let me know that as well, because our To Do list has 400+ items on it. No, I am not kidding!

As you probably already read about on facebook and/or Allison’s blog, we welcomed our newest niece into the world last week—Mary Frances Wheeler is one week old today! She is just as cute as her older sister and brothers were when they were born/are now, and since they aren’t planning on having anymore, it is now official that my sister and her husband are incapable of making ugly babies. Here’s proof in case you don't believe me:
Baby Mary Frances (3 days old)
Sayers (1.5 years old)
Brown (3.5 years old)
Emma (5 years old)

And while we are on the subject of life-changing news, I am also proud to announce that Buster lost 5.5 pounds! Back in March, we were politely informed that Buster is what some people would call "obese." We were instructed to ration out his food and make sure that he doesn’t eat all of Noah’s food when we’re not looking. The vet’s office told us that we could bring him back in monthly to weigh him for free (how charitable of them, I know).

Well as you know, the whole changing jobs and moving houses got in the way, so we didn’t get around to it. However, we had to pick up some more heartworm pills at the vet’s office recently so we thought we would take our little Dumpster Dog along for the ride and let them weigh him.
And let me tell you—from how proud Brian was upon learning that Buster had lost 5.5 pounds, you would have thought that the vet told us that Buster discovered the cure for cancer. I told a few people later that day that Buster had lost 5 pounds and Brian was quick to correct me and say, “Actually it was 5.5 pounds,” and then he would turn to me and remind not to sell Buster short. He’s such a great dad to our pups :)

Ok and that’s really all I have for today. Because if I continue writing, then you will all have to sit here and listen to me complain about my doctor’s office and the pharmacy. And although I’m sure that would thrill you all, I’ll spare you.

And by the way, in case you want to help a sister out and give me suggestions of what you would like for me to blog about (aka: a distraction from the thoughts currently consuming every waking second of my day), feel free to do so :) Otherwise just sit back and enjoy as I write boring chronicles of my daily activities.

Saturday, July 24, 2010

I'll just let her do the talking

In case you noticed that I haven't been blogging much lately and have been wondering why, then my advice would be to head on on over to Allison's blog and check out her latest post.

Let me just say "ditto" for myself and leave it at that.

I guess it's a good thing God made the two of us exactly alike so that we could go through this together :) Oh, and of course having a wonderfully amazing husband doesn't hurt either!

Much love, peeps!

Thursday, July 15, 2010

I object.

This week I had the enormous honor of being summoned to jury duty. Well, I was actually summoned a few weeks ago (the very same day that I got pink eye, as a matter of fact), but this week was when I was actually supposed to attend.

When I received the summons in the mail, I was admittedly irritated because I think you would all agree that jury duty has a reputation of being some kind of punishment. But after giving it some thought, I realized that this may be the greatest opportunity ever!

I know, I know, now you think I’m not about to go off on a soapbox about the privilege and importance of performing one’s civic duties, and talk about how exciting it is to be able to participate in the justice system. But you would be wrong. Because really what got me so excited was realizing that I might have the chance to share my opinions with a captive audience.

Plus, back in the day I once wrote down that my dream job would be a Supreme Court Justice… until I realized that I had no interest in attending any additional school once college was finished. So even though as a jury member, I wouldn’t get to make the final call, I would at least have some say in it.

Well as those of you who have ever had jury duty can attest, the whole thing was a big letdown. When the clerk stood up to give us the scoop about how the process works, she also shared with us a few tips. At the end of her rambling, she gave her biggest tip: “They always pick the quiet ones!”

It was at that point that I realized my dream of being picked for the jury was simply not going to happen. But in case that didn’t seal the deal, the bailiff then informed us that jury members are chosen “based on their ability to be open to both sides of the debate.” Translation in my head? They only pick the weak ones.

Ok, I’m kidding… being open to both sides doesn’t make a person weak. But it certainly confirmed the fact that I was not going to be picked because in case you haven’t met me yet, I tend to make up my mind quickly and firmly, and am just a tad on the opinionated side. Just a tiny bit.

So anyway, apparently if you are my polar opposite, you would be a great jury member. You would also be, in my opinion, a really boring opponent in a debate. :)

On another note, when they initially greeted everyone, the bailiff asked everyone to go ahead and put any weapons out in their cars. And in case we didn’t understand what constitutes a weapon, she clarified by saying (very seriously) that this included guns, knives, and grenades. Seriously? (A) Do ordinary people carry grenades around in their purses and pockets? (B) If so, why?

And while we’re on the topic of things that don’t make sense to me, there was a car in front of me this morning with a bumper sticker that had a picture of a cell phone crossed out and said, “HANG UP AND DRIVE – Motorcycles are everywhere.”

Ok, so I get the point. Driving while talking on the phone can be dangerous. But don’t you think they could have come up with a more universal tag line than “Motorcycles are everywhere”? How about “Pay attention,” or even “You might kill someone”?

I think I am going to make a similarly vague bumper sticker that says, “DON’T DRINK AND DRIVE. All dogs are color blind.” Makes about as much sense as far as I’m concerned.

Oh, and I just realized that I left you all hanging on the jury duty story. Sadly, my name wasn’t even called for the initial panel that they pick the jurors from, so my voice was never even heard. I was tempted to strike up a debate with some of the other people whose names hadn’t been called just for kicks, but didn’t think that would be socially appropriate. And besides, for all I know, they could have been armed with grenades, so I think you’ll agree that it was safer just to leave.

Thursday, July 8, 2010

Disclaimer: no animals were harmed in the making of this blog

So Brian and I have been on a Discovery Health channel kick lately. We have found that while watching strangers make fools of themselves on Wipe Out is enjoyable for Brian, and watching Kate make a fool of herself on Kate Plus 8 is enjoyable for me, Discovery Health is the only channel that seems to be able to keep us both happy.

We have watched shows lately on such riveting topics as: women over the age of 60 who are pregnant (weird), the world’s tallest woman (6’10” just for the record), the man who had some kind of skin condition that made him look like a tree (his hands look like bunches of bananas), the little boy whose muscles were aging faster than his body (I was- no lie- jealous of his abs)… and on and on the list goes.

They are really pretty interesting, but occasionally they are also very depressing, especially when babies or little kids are involved. For example, we stayed up late the other night to watch an episode called The Girl with No Face. Basically it was about a little girl who was born with facial deformations so severe that her face was barely recognizable.

They weren’t even finished giving the introduction before Brian and I were stunned into silence and ready to each donate an eyeball to help the girl out. And to make matters worse, her dad was in the military and was overseas on an assignment, so her mom was left to care for her by herself in the meantime. And in case that didn’t make the situation sad enough, they also showed several scenes of the girl sobbing each time she had to go in for a new surgery.

Are you depressed yet?

So there we were, engrossed in this girl’s story and feeling somewhat guilty at this point that we had fully functioning faces, when all of a sudden a commercial came on for the SPCA. And yes, it was one of those commercials where they display pictures of the most pitiful animals possible (you know, the dog that’s missing an eye and the elderly cat) while playing dismal Sarah McLachlan songs in the background? (I’ve blogged about it before.)

At this point I’m thinking, “SERIOUSLY?! Did they really need to throw that in during this already heartbreaking episode about the girl with no face? Why don’t they make it less painful and just come on over to the house and run me over?”

It’s just a good thing that they caught me at a somewhat hormonally-balanced time of the month because otherwise I’m fairly certain I would have (after donating the other eyeball, of course) started campaigning right then and there for Brian to let us bring home 1 (or 7) more dogs. It’s also a good thing that this happened to take place while Rocky and Tucker were still staying with us, because as a result, I had the good sense to know that taking care of more than 2 dogs on a long-term basis would probably result in much more sadness and despair than just enduring the SPCA commercials.

So that was fun.

And while we’re on the topic of things that upset me, let’s talk about crickets. I have been overjoyed that I have yet to spot one single cockroach in our new house, so I know I should just count my blessings and not complain, but oh my goodness, the crickets are driving me insane. Well, I should say that one in particular is driving me insane.

This cricket (whom we named “Joseph”) took up residence just outside of our bedroom window on the 4th of July, and because the headboard of our bed backs up to that very window, his incessant chirping was LOUD AND CLEAR. Of course, on the 4th there also happened to be a frog camping out in the backyard that felt it necessary to croak loudly in response every single time one of our neighbors set off one of their 8 billion fireworks until all hours of the night, so really Joseph was the least of our worries that night.

However, unlike the unnamed frog and the fireworks, Joseph decided to stick around for the 5th of July as well. So when we crawled into bed that night, turned off the lights, and put our heads down on our pillows, as if on cue, the chirping began again. And because he is both unwaveringly kind and fearful of the grumpiness that would result should I not get a good night of sleep, my knight in shining armor set out to put an end to Joseph.

After determining that Joseph had managed to move his way up underneath the siding on the house, Brian marched out to the yard equipped with a flashlight and a wire hanger. It was clear that he meant business. And after not one, not two, but three attempts (and an awful lot of noise considering it was just a cricket), he came back to the bedroom and announced that Joseph would not be bothering us anymore. He could not, unfortunately, confirm that Joseph was dead… only that he had bothered him enough to make him relocate to another part of the yard.

And it is because my husband so bravely battled this cricket warrior on my behalf that I didn’t have the heart to wake him up 3 hours later when I was awakened once again by the sound of chirping.

I am really not sure why I shared this story with you, other than because I thought it was really amusing to walk into our kitchen the next morning to find a flashlight and contorted hanger strewn about on the counter as if they were the aftermath of some gruesome war… a war that we apparently lost.

But Joseph, if you’re reading this, you better watch out because I know your name and I know where you live. And I’m also really impressed that you can read.

Thursday, July 1, 2010

A note from Rocky and Tucker

Dear Mommy and Daddy,

Even though you ditched us to go on a vacation, we know that you have missed us and been wondering what we are up to at Aunt Amanda and Uncle Brian’s house. So we put together this blog entry for you to look at so you could see how busy we have been.

(Note from Amanda: Rocky is inside the most and he is kind of a camera-hog, so he will be featured in more photos than his “little” brother.)

Aunt Amanda and Uncle Brian have a lot of chores to do, so we’ve been helping them out.

We helped do the laundry.

We helped make dinner.

We took out the trash.

And we even helped Uncle Brian do the lawn!

At the end of the long day, it was nice to go for a little swim in the baby pool.

In our free time, we’ve also done a little wrestling.

And of course, we’ve done lots of sleeping.

And in case you’ve forgotten what we do best, we have also spent a lot of time just being cute.

As you can see, we are having a great time! But we miss you and are ready for you to come home. And we’re not positive, but we’re pretty sure Aunt Amanda and Uncle Brian are ready to “have their sanity back”… whatever that means.


Rocky and Tucker