I got tagged. Again. Matt hates the whole tagging concept, but I think its kinda fun sometimes, especially when each time I get tagged its completely different questions.
4 Things I like about my husband: 1. He is the sweetest man on the planet 2. He always makes me laugh 3. We can talk about ANYTHING (and we do) 4. He is super good with kids
4 Movies I can watch more than once 1. While You Were Sleeping 2. Hairspray 3. Music and Lyrics 4. Enchanted
4 TV shows I watch (Since we don't get TV, my shows are all viewed via the internet or DVD) 1. The Office 2. My Boys 3. Scrubs 4. Gilmore girls
4 Places I've been 1. New York City 2. Washington DC 3. Disneyland 4. Disney World
4 People I email regularly 1. Matt 2. Errin 3. Rose 4. Mom
So last night I was laying in bed, not quite asleep yet but working on it, when I received the following text from my friend Errin:
"R you sight it"
This text came from out of the blue so at first I thought maybe she sent it to me by mistake. I wrote her back and asked what it meant, with no reply. Then I thought maybe it had to do with an earlier conversation we had had and she was asking if I was excited in some funky "text language" I just didn't get. Well I got to work this morning and asked her about it and she had no idea what I was talking about. She had gone to bed early and wasn't even awake when the mysterious text came t0 me at 10:26pm. Errin thought I had made the whole incident up, or dreamt it, or something until she opened her sent messages and sure enough, the message had come from her phone. Now I've heard of phones taking pictures on their own in your pocket or purse because the little camera button gets bumped. But I can't imagine her cell phone could have selected to send a text message, pulled my name out of the contacts, typed up the random words, and then pushed send unless the thing is posessed! The only explanation that leaves is that Errin text me in her sleep last night. How funny is that? So apparently I have a text stalker who contacts me in her sleep. Awesome!
I now feel it is my duty to warn those of you who are addicted to text messaging. Watch out because after you've fallen asleep, its possible your over-worked thumb muscles will start spasming and find your phone to text someone without your knowledge. You too could end up a text stalker, so please be careful. You have been warned.
(Left to Right) Lindsay Lowe, Debbie Bass, Debbie Ritchie, Rose Barrett, Me, Errin Johnson, and Gloria Bacca (the stinker refused to be in it) is taking the photo
Last night a group of ladies from WesTech, along with myself, went out to dinner. Every once in awhile we all go out together and go to dinner and sometimes a movie. Its fun to get out with the girls now and then. The reason for last night's excursion was Lindsay Lowe is moving to California and will be leaving us at the end of next week. She will be missed! Lindsay is hilarious and so much fun to talk to! She tells the best stories! So we wanted to send her off in the best way possible. By going to Chilis, ordering yummy drinks, eating lots of food, and laughing till we almost peed our pants. Good times!
I got this joke today and I thought I would share it for fun. I'm not THIS blonde, but it made me laugh cause I so do not get football!
A guy took his girlfriend to her first football game. They had great seats right behind their team's bench.
After the game, he asked her how she liked the experience. "Oh, I really liked it" she replied, "especially the tight pants and all the big muscles, but I just couldn't understand why they were killing each other over 25 cents."
Dumbfounded, her date asked, "What do you mean?"
"Well, they flipped a coin, one team got it, and then for the rest of the game, all they kept screaming was: 'Get the quarter back! Get the quarter back!' And I'm like...Hellooooooo? It's only 25 cents!!!!"
As promised, here are some cute first baby pictures! Awwwww! I had another ultrasound today and I actually made sure to take the pictures with me this time. If you've had kids, you can tell what everything is (hopefully). If not, they are nicely labeled for you.
I love this one! It looks like the cute little hand is just above the mouth. Almost sucking their thumb, but not quite.
A close-up of the profile.
This one made me laugh. Looks like an alien. Seriously. Here, let me rotate it and zoom in for you. Now check it out!
The head looks like it comes to a point. Then there are two large, dark circles on the sides that look like huge alien eyes. The head looks detached from the egg-shaped body. I think its awesome! A keeper for the scrapbook for sure!
Have you ever dealt with people like this before? That no matter what you say, they try to one-up you? I can't tell you how often I've encountered conversations like this:
Person: "Hey, how are you?" Me: "Oh pretty good, I've been kind of sick though." Person: "Well, I was so sick yesterday MY temperature was 106!"
Person: "You look sad, is everything okay?" Me: "Yeah, just a rough weekend. We got in a car accident." Person: "Well you should have had MY weekend! First, we got caught in traffic and missed the concert we paid $50 to go to, then my kid got sick and threw up everywhere, then our dog died."
Person: "Why'd you cancel your trip to Disneyland?" Me: "My surgery cost a lot of money and we're still paying for some of the medical bills. So we can't justify going on a trip right now." Person: "Well at least you don't have a husband like mine! WE spend a lot more than YOU do on medical stuff!"
Okay, so I exaggerated a bit on the person's responses. But seriously! Why do people feel the need to prove that their life is worse than yours, their trials are harder, and their heartbreaks are more intense? I am particularly referring to my last example. Somebody, who will remain nameless and I know they don't read this blog so I'm not worried about it, actually said this to me not too long ago. All I could think was: "How do you have any clue how much it has cost us?!" And "I never claimed my bills were worse than yours! I was simply answering a question that you asked me!" I'm sorry to vent but it drives me crazy when people make claims that their trials are worse than my own. We all have completely different lives and situations! What seems really hard for one person might be a breeze for someone else. But you have no idea how hard it is for them because you are not living in their shoes.
This conversation with the unnamed person actually occurred awhile back, but it came to mind again today. Our appeal with the insurance company didn't go through =( so long story short, I was asked by HR to create a spreadsheet with all the bills from my surgery and figure out how much out of pocket we have spent. As in, how much money Matt and I have directly spent ourselves on my medical bills since this whole thing started back in April. The amount shocked even us! Matt almost passed out when I told him the numbers! All I can say is we have spent (and still owe) enough money to pay for Matt to go to school for 4 semesters!! Now I feel like singing to this person:
So when I was told that you have very vivid dreams when you are pregnant, I always thought it meant ABOUT being pregnant, or at least about your unborn child. I have had countless dreams about being pregnant UNTIL the day the little strip said yes. I have not had a single dream since where I have been prego at all. I have, however, had extremely vivid dreams. Which has brought me to one conclusion; I am having a bear. Three of the nights this last week I have dreamt about bears. I have no idea, maybe it means I am going to be like a "momma bear" or as Matt put it "Maybe it means you're having a girl cause girls are ornery and so are bears." Well whatever the case may be, here are some small details about these extremely vivid and alarming dreams:
I was driving down a very, very dark road all alone and a huge black bear cut me off and I hit him with my car. He wasn't dead, but my car was, and the bear started to get up and come after me along with several other wild animals.
I was at Yellowstone with a bunch of family members and my sister and I were waiting in the car while others used the restroom. A cute little bear cub comes up over the hill near our car and looks at us. Next thing we know here comes mama bear, a huge brown bear, who doesn't like us looking at her cub. So she approaches the car, shakes it a few times, and breaks her paw through a window trying to get at us.
Matt and I went to the circus and they had these polar bears doing tricks and such. Well I got called to go down in front and "assist" the trainer. I had to step carefully as there were large white bears laying down all over the ring. The trainer had me put my head in the open mouth of one of the bears and...CHOMP!
Why do pregnant women have such vivid dreams? And why have mine been so scary lately? In the last few weeks I have also dreamt:
My house burned down while Matt was at work and I was home sick. I was luckily able to save the dogs but nothing else was salvageable.
My sweet little nephew got hit by a train. I won't give you details on this one but I woke up sweating and crying.
I was at Yellowstone, again, and Matt and I were older and had four or five kids. (I never saw any of their faces or even knew their sex). Our oldest was taunting the Bison and one charged and I got stabbed in the shoulder with his horn. (Again with the killer animals)
The only good dream I remember since getting pregnant is I dreamt the series finale of Gilmore girls. And let me tell you, my version was way better than the real final episode.
What were some of your most vivid dreams about while you were pregnant?
