I can flush and shower now.
I know, I said it before. This time it's for reals. Do you remember when "for reals" was cool to say?
Am I showing my age here? Anyway. I never said "for reals" because really, it's just dumb.
What does that have to do with anything?
Absolutely nothing.
Have I mentioned that I'm a new Facebook junkie? Yeah, I am. Oh, don't you worry, I still love me some MySpace. But MySpace doesn't have the Oregon Trail. And I really love me some Oregon Trail. I feel like I'm in 5th grade all over again, staring at a green and black screen. Except this time the screen isn't green and black.
Today I was very pleasantly surprised to find that my youth pastor from when I was in high school, is on Facebook! Loved that guy. He and his wife were the greatest.
Jaylee is so ill. Her eyes were glued shut this morning. She has 103 temp. Her nose is double-barrel running. She hasn't eaten since yesterday morning.
It's sad to watch. I hate seeing her like this.
Alison is doing well. She smiled at me so big yesterday and didn't pass gas right after, so I think it was the real deal this time.
Josh is going to start road biking with friends on Saturday mornings again, tomorrow will be his first time out in quite some time. I'm excited for him. He stopped riding after we got married. I didn't encourage him to keep it up, in fact, I discouraged it. I wanted him home with me at all times. What a mistake I made. Looking back, if I could do it over-I'd have joined him. Shared with him something that he enjoys. But, there's no going back. All I can do now is cheer him on and tell him that the 60 and 70 something year olds won't waste him tomorrow. (Even though they very likely will...)
With almost 10 years of marital wisdom under my belt (rolling my eyes here) if you're newly married, about to get married, dating, or you've been married 50 years...encourage your spouse/spouse-to-be in that thing they love to do. And if possible, join in. Even if it isn't something you enjoy.
My husband loves to go to car races. I figured it was something he'd just wanna do with "the boys" but he informed me he thinks it's cool to take his wife. It makes him feel good when I go with him.
Bike riding isn't something I can do right now, until Alison is old enough to be left with Grandma, but I'm thinking I may take up riding on Saturday mornings with my husband when I'm able.
Anyway, I just think it might strengthen our relationship to do things together, even if it's not something I lurv.
Looking forward to him gettin' all dressed up in his spandex tomorrow.
Friday, May 30, 2008
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Spoke too soon
Pipe's leaking.
Do I call the husband and ruin his day? Naaa, he'll be home soon enough.
Do I call the husband and ruin his day? Naaa, he'll be home soon enough.
I have water!
Life is good again. I flushed the toilet and took a shower this morning! Yeah!
So thankful my husband was able to fix it and that we didn't have to call a plumber.
On to other news.
Something that makes me laugh these days...you know how when babies are real little and they have those noisy blow-outs?
It cracks Jaylee up and she yells really loud, "Did you hear that? That was Ali!" And she laughs like crazy.
Every time.
It's pretty funny.
That's all I have for today. Man, I'm kinda boring.
So thankful my husband was able to fix it and that we didn't have to call a plumber.
On to other news.
Something that makes me laugh these days...you know how when babies are real little and they have those noisy blow-outs?
It cracks Jaylee up and she yells really loud, "Did you hear that? That was Ali!" And she laughs like crazy.
Every time.
It's pretty funny.
That's all I have for today. Man, I'm kinda boring.
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Still No Laughing
but life doesn't suck quite as badly.
Most of my laundry is done and my dishes as well. Thanks to Amber and her house.
A clean house is a happier Sarah.
Poop pipe is still leaking, hoping tonight is the night she gets fixed.
There's the update. I know everything could be worse than it is, so I'm trying to put on my BGP's (big girl panties, remember?)
Happy Wednesday!
Most of my laundry is done and my dishes as well. Thanks to Amber and her house.
A clean house is a happier Sarah.
Poop pipe is still leaking, hoping tonight is the night she gets fixed.
There's the update. I know everything could be worse than it is, so I'm trying to put on my BGP's (big girl panties, remember?)
Happy Wednesday!
Monday, May 26, 2008
I'll be able to laugh about it later
Right?
'Cause right now, yeah, there's no laughter.
There's a lot of sweat. A lot of sore muscles. Did you know you could pull something in your butt?! There's a lot of dirt. A LOT OF DIRT in my house. There's a lot of dirty clothes. There's a lot of water in my basement. There's a lot of stuff that's broken. There are a lot of children next door.
Lots of lots.
Wanna hear how the Culver Memorial Weekend went?
Oh good, 'cause I really wanna vent, er...share.
So. Let me just tell you I understand that stuff happens. I really do. But how many "stuffs" can happen in a single weekend for dirt's sake!?
We rented a trencher for our sprinkler system. It's older than dirt. So old that my husband had to repair it about every 18 inches or so. The tire would fall off or maybe the chain. It was kind of like a surprise every foot and a half, just never knew what piece of crap was gonna fall off next!
I already told ya he hit the phone line and then the poop pipe. Considered leaving the poop pipe open, free fertilizer, but we changed our minds on that one. Josh fixed it. Or so we thought. He fixed one hole that it had and then another busted. Of course it did!
Around 7 or so on Sunday, I'm a little cranky, tired of sprinklers and ask the husband if we can start project number 2 without project number 1 being complete. He's a little tired of sprinklers too and agrees. So, we start putting up a cedar fence. It's going pretty well until I see a big fatty Rottweiler in my pasture. I don't own a Rottweiler and neither do my neighbors. I'm not a fan of big dogs I don't know. He didn't listen when I politely asked him to leave my yard.
So, I shot him.
I really did.
Don't worry, he didn't die. It was just a lil pellet gun and it nicked his lil rear and got him to leave my yard.
That'll teach him.
Am I done yet? Oh no, there's plenty more.
For some reason, all weekend long Jaylee decided to poop her pants. Seriously. All weekend. And I decided to put a pair of her chonies in the toilet to rinse yesterday afternoon. She later flushes them down the toilet.
I'll come back to that later...I just want you to know.
So, things seem pretty poor on Sunday until Neighbor from Across the Street comes over. He's watching Josh for about an hour with the poop pipe and he's chattin' up a storm. He knows we're going to be building a fence, so the blessed man offers us his tractor and post hole digger attachment.
Thank You, Lord!
We worked on more fence today. We're still fertilizing the yard, as Josh has yet to fix the poop pipe. Our neighbors asked us over for a BBQ and even though we wanted to continue the fence work, we took a break to go over there.
When we come home I decided to tackle my kitchen. For some reason over the weekend the maid never showed up. My kitchen floor and counters were not visible. The floor was caked in mud and dirt. The counters had dishes and clothes and dirt. Amazing I tell you.
I'm doing dishes, getting all proud of me for slaving away, when I hear this gush of water in my basement.
I run outside and yell for Josh. We go downstairs and begin moving boxes and books and ficus trees. I look at him. He looks at me.
"Well, now we know where Jaylee's underwear are."
She clogged the poop pipe. So maybe it wasn't leaking outside as bad but now it was in my basement.
And I really don't need to fertilize my basement.
Josh, usually not one to look on the bright side, says, "guess it's a good thing I didn't fix that pipe yesterday, I woulda had to dig it all back up again."
It's now almost eight o'clock on Monday evening. Josh has to go back to work in the morning and I've been informed not to use the sink, bathtub, or toilet until he's fixed the poop pipe. This could make for an interesting night and day tomorrow.
Seriously, never a dull moment around these parts.
The only cool part of the whole weekend was shooting that dog.
*Updated to add*
Josh went fishing through the poop pipe to find the blasted undergarments and found that our poop pipe has collapsed underground. So, my job tomorrow is to dig about 10feet long and 2 feet wide to expose the pipe so when Josh gets home he can fix it. Man, I can't wait for Tuesday!
'Cause right now, yeah, there's no laughter.
There's a lot of sweat. A lot of sore muscles. Did you know you could pull something in your butt?! There's a lot of dirt. A LOT OF DIRT in my house. There's a lot of dirty clothes. There's a lot of water in my basement. There's a lot of stuff that's broken. There are a lot of children next door.
Lots of lots.
Wanna hear how the Culver Memorial Weekend went?
Oh good, 'cause I really wanna vent, er...share.
So. Let me just tell you I understand that stuff happens. I really do. But how many "stuffs" can happen in a single weekend for dirt's sake!?
We rented a trencher for our sprinkler system. It's older than dirt. So old that my husband had to repair it about every 18 inches or so. The tire would fall off or maybe the chain. It was kind of like a surprise every foot and a half, just never knew what piece of crap was gonna fall off next!
I already told ya he hit the phone line and then the poop pipe. Considered leaving the poop pipe open, free fertilizer, but we changed our minds on that one. Josh fixed it. Or so we thought. He fixed one hole that it had and then another busted. Of course it did!
Around 7 or so on Sunday, I'm a little cranky, tired of sprinklers and ask the husband if we can start project number 2 without project number 1 being complete. He's a little tired of sprinklers too and agrees. So, we start putting up a cedar fence. It's going pretty well until I see a big fatty Rottweiler in my pasture. I don't own a Rottweiler and neither do my neighbors. I'm not a fan of big dogs I don't know. He didn't listen when I politely asked him to leave my yard.
So, I shot him.
I really did.
Don't worry, he didn't die. It was just a lil pellet gun and it nicked his lil rear and got him to leave my yard.
That'll teach him.
Am I done yet? Oh no, there's plenty more.
For some reason, all weekend long Jaylee decided to poop her pants. Seriously. All weekend. And I decided to put a pair of her chonies in the toilet to rinse yesterday afternoon. She later flushes them down the toilet.
I'll come back to that later...I just want you to know.
So, things seem pretty poor on Sunday until Neighbor from Across the Street comes over. He's watching Josh for about an hour with the poop pipe and he's chattin' up a storm. He knows we're going to be building a fence, so the blessed man offers us his tractor and post hole digger attachment.
Thank You, Lord!
We worked on more fence today. We're still fertilizing the yard, as Josh has yet to fix the poop pipe. Our neighbors asked us over for a BBQ and even though we wanted to continue the fence work, we took a break to go over there.
When we come home I decided to tackle my kitchen. For some reason over the weekend the maid never showed up. My kitchen floor and counters were not visible. The floor was caked in mud and dirt. The counters had dishes and clothes and dirt. Amazing I tell you.
I'm doing dishes, getting all proud of me for slaving away, when I hear this gush of water in my basement.
I run outside and yell for Josh. We go downstairs and begin moving boxes and books and ficus trees. I look at him. He looks at me.
"Well, now we know where Jaylee's underwear are."
She clogged the poop pipe. So maybe it wasn't leaking outside as bad but now it was in my basement.
And I really don't need to fertilize my basement.
Josh, usually not one to look on the bright side, says, "guess it's a good thing I didn't fix that pipe yesterday, I woulda had to dig it all back up again."
It's now almost eight o'clock on Monday evening. Josh has to go back to work in the morning and I've been informed not to use the sink, bathtub, or toilet until he's fixed the poop pipe. This could make for an interesting night and day tomorrow.
Seriously, never a dull moment around these parts.
The only cool part of the whole weekend was shooting that dog.
*Updated to add*
Josh went fishing through the poop pipe to find the blasted undergarments and found that our poop pipe has collapsed underground. So, my job tomorrow is to dig about 10feet long and 2 feet wide to expose the pipe so when Josh gets home he can fix it. Man, I can't wait for Tuesday!
Sunday, May 25, 2008
If only things went smoothly
But they don't.
At least not when you're a Culver. Or these Culvers.
Remember this?
Well, we decided to start another project. And this time we actually called Locate so we wouldn't hit any more pipes we shouldn't.
We've lived here eight and a half years. And in that time I cannot tell you how many times I've drug hoses all over our blasted yard to water it. So, we decided we'd put in underground sprinklers.
Because we're brilliant like that.
Gas company comes and marks their line, phone company does the same...and so on.
Silly phone company.
They didn't put their line in the right spot. So, that was the first thing we hit.
Luckily my husband is amazing and can fix just 'bout anything. So, we've got the phone line taken care of (at least for the moment).
Then, we're away from all the lines (supposedly) and the husband turns on the trencher and goes to town.
Hmm...was that the septic line we just hit?
Indeed.
Husband is off to find parts to fix that one now. Because a holiday weekend would just blow to have to call someone to come fix it.
And I really don't wanna spend our Emergency fund on a poop pipe.
At least not when you're a Culver. Or these Culvers.
Remember this?
Well, we decided to start another project. And this time we actually called Locate so we wouldn't hit any more pipes we shouldn't.
We've lived here eight and a half years. And in that time I cannot tell you how many times I've drug hoses all over our blasted yard to water it. So, we decided we'd put in underground sprinklers.
Because we're brilliant like that.
Gas company comes and marks their line, phone company does the same...and so on.
Silly phone company.
They didn't put their line in the right spot. So, that was the first thing we hit.
Luckily my husband is amazing and can fix just 'bout anything. So, we've got the phone line taken care of (at least for the moment).
Then, we're away from all the lines (supposedly) and the husband turns on the trencher and goes to town.
Hmm...was that the septic line we just hit?
Indeed.
Husband is off to find parts to fix that one now. Because a holiday weekend would just blow to have to call someone to come fix it.
And I really don't wanna spend our Emergency fund on a poop pipe.
Thursday, May 22, 2008
To Pacify or not to Pacify
I've never been a fan of pacifiers or binkies or nuks or mams or whatever you wanna call 'em.
My husband either.
We didn't buy one for Jaylee and at 5 weeks old, she found her thumb. We were thankful. No pacifiers to buy or fall out in the night. It seemed perfect. Now, we're working on our almost 3 year old to only suck her thumb at nighttime and not all throughout the day.
The last few nights with Alison weren't so good. She thought midnight was a good time to be up and if she wasn't being held, then it was a good time to scream. I asked Josh if we could puhlease get a pacifier.
Nope.
Grrrr.
Well a couple nights of me not sleeping later...I got our baby a pacifier. She loves it. I love it.
For now.
At least I can take it away. A thumb is a wee bit harder to dispose of. At least without having child protective services at my door within the hour.
Here's a picture of Jaylee with Alison. Alison was born with extremely long fingernails and decided to mark up her face immediately. Luckily her wounds have healed.
She kinda looks like a gremlin in this picture but I like it of Jaylee.
My husband either.
We didn't buy one for Jaylee and at 5 weeks old, she found her thumb. We were thankful. No pacifiers to buy or fall out in the night. It seemed perfect. Now, we're working on our almost 3 year old to only suck her thumb at nighttime and not all throughout the day.
The last few nights with Alison weren't so good. She thought midnight was a good time to be up and if she wasn't being held, then it was a good time to scream. I asked Josh if we could puhlease get a pacifier.
Nope.
Grrrr.
Well a couple nights of me not sleeping later...I got our baby a pacifier. She loves it. I love it.
For now.
At least I can take it away. A thumb is a wee bit harder to dispose of. At least without having child protective services at my door within the hour.
Here's a picture of Jaylee with Alison. Alison was born with extremely long fingernails and decided to mark up her face immediately. Luckily her wounds have healed.
She kinda looks like a gremlin in this picture but I like it of Jaylee.
Friday, May 09, 2008
She's Here!
Here's a quick update!
2 days before delivery
And on my due date, here SHE came!
Alison Christie was 8 lbs 5 oz, 22" long with a 14 1/2" head! Only 5 hours of hard labor, it was really amazing. My husband was amazing.
Here are a few pics.
Gotta love the last picture showing how in love Jaylee is with her little sister. All in all, she's been pretty great with her.
Okie dokie, that's all for now!
2 days before delivery
And on my due date, here SHE came!
Alison Christie was 8 lbs 5 oz, 22" long with a 14 1/2" head! Only 5 hours of hard labor, it was really amazing. My husband was amazing.
Here are a few pics.
Gotta love the last picture showing how in love Jaylee is with her little sister. All in all, she's been pretty great with her.
Okie dokie, that's all for now!
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