I like…

  • Salt on my cantaloupe, watermelon and some apples
  • My coffee ice-cold when I purchase it at a coffee shop, even in winter
  • My husband’s #1-all-over haircut
  • Avocados and it makes me sad I spent the first 30 years of my life [mostly] not liking them
  • Any and all good Mexican food
  • Warm chocolate chip cookies
  • Road trips
  • Being anonymous in a big city
  • Feeling at home in a small(er) city
  • OPI nail polishes
  • Aveda hair products
  • Reading until the wee hours of the morning
  • Finishing a project
  • Making lists
  • Feeling my muscles ache after a good workout
  • Our minivan… it’s true, I do
  • Liam’s overly dramatic approach to life
  • Jack’s slight lisp (I really love everything about how he talks)
    and
  • You

We all think we’re pretty cool

Liam clearly thought he was pretty hot stuff in his sunglasses and Superman shirt. And even though he requested to have me take his photo, he could not sit still long enough for me to get a non-blurry shot. I think his stomach ultrasound is going to go smashingly well on Friday morning, don’t you? [more on this later]

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I’ve been attempting to do fun stuff with my hair and I feel pretty cool until I see a photo and think, my goodness, what a rat’s nest. Thank goodness rat’s nest hair is all the rage. At least in my head because it means I don’t have to dry my hair every morning.

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Attempt #2

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I also think I’m pretty cool because tomorrow Liam is supposed to dress like a character from a book and after vetoing many of his ideas because they were a) too difficult and b) not really primarily literary characters (e.g., Anakin Skywalker, a Ninjago or a Transformer) I thought of making him a “Thing 1” t-shirt from Dr. Seuss. Liam objected at first but then demanded that instead he be “Thing 2.” Oh, okay.

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This woman at the donut shop thought she was pretty cool, she was wearing fuzzy, froggy flip-flop/slippers. In public. At three in the afternoon. But then I wear Mary Jane Crocs in public and a rat’s nest on my head.

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Jack thought he was pretty cool with his mohawk in the bathtub. I love his floppy, long hair. It will be a very sad day when we cut it off. Sniff.

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Music Monday: Songs from Special Moments

First Concert I Ever Went To
Eternal Flame | Bangles


Second Concert I Ever Went To
Come As You Are | Nirvana


First CD I Owned
Jeremy | Pearl Jam


First Celebrity I Ever Met (and Then Watched Perform This Song)
Slide | Goo Goo Dolls


First Time I Ever Made Out With a Boy
One | U2


First Song Simon and I Both Loved
Open Skies | David Crowder Band


First Dance With My Husband
At Last | Etta James


Meet… our car

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If there were any doubt that my husband and my first born are made of the same ilk, I present two conversations from the past two days.

[Between Simon and myself]
Me: I think we should name the car, give it some personality.
Simon: ??
Me: I take it you don’t agree.
Simon: How ’bout we just call it “the car.”
Me: You’re no fun.

Between Liam and myself]
Me: Do you like our new car?
Liam: Yes, what kind of car is it?
Me: It’s a Taurus. Do you think we should name it something? [thinking perhaps I can get the kids into naming the car]
Liam: I think we should just call it Taurus because that’s what it is.
Me: Not something else, something fun… you can pick anything.
Liam: No, just Taurus.
Me: You’re no fun.

I’m banking on Jack being my companion in ridiculous things like naming cars.

If a tree falls on your car and you’re out of the country…


Did it really happen?

Unfortunately, yes, it actually does/did happen. Above is a photo of the back of our house from back when we were in Australia. Something is a wee bit out of place – that would be a third of our tree covering a good bit of our backyard AND the rear end of our Explorer. Doh. [I briefly mentioned this occurrence here, but just for fun, let’s tell the whole story because it has a happy ending.]

That was our back fence under there.The fence has since been replaced. And [spoiler alert] the car has since been totaled.

I woke up at 2 a.m. Australia time to hearing Simon on the phone with our neighbor – middle-of-the-night calls are never good. I can hear him saying something about glass and a vehicle. I’m immediately WIDE awake. This is not good indeed. It apparently rained the day before, then the temps dropped, freezing everything and then snowed. Our tree could not hold up and decided to just lay down and take a rest – nature is stressful. Sadly, our car and fence were in the way when it came down (thankfully it wasn’t our newer minivan or our very new roof). Ron said he’d send us some photos and we told him we’d get one of our friends over to check it out. I called Tracey, who was checking in on our house and had the spare key and asked if she could go to the house and see about getting an auto glass place to come out and replace the back window [if only]. At this time we had no idea of the damage that had happened. We also called our insurance agent and let him know what had happened and gave him Tracey’s number. In the meantime our other neighbor had called my dad (who lives in a different city, with a different last name – strange, but whatever) and let him know a branch had fallen off our tree so my dad called our friends Kara and Andy to have them check it out. Then we had to just let it go because there was not much else we could do from Australia. We did not, however, end up falling back asleep.

Andy made it to the house before everyone else and immediately let everyone know things were not as simple as imagined. The tree was halfway into the street and our car was possibly not driveable (turns out it was – thanks, Kevin, for taking it to the dealership). Andy got to work with his new chainsaw (which he was so happy to use, though I don’t imagine he thought it would be so soon after getting it).

This picture makes me laugh because when our neighbor initially called us, we asked if he would just throw a tarp over the broken window until someone could sort it out. This was when we thought the back window would just need repairing. That blue tarp there seems a bit ineffective, don’t you think? Also I believe Kara (behind what our other neighbor described as a “branch” when she called my dad to alert him) is on the phone with our other friend Tracey, explaining to her that things are a little worse than imagined. Double doh.

Andy made quick work of chopping up the “branch” and Kara said she wishes she had video taped it when the tree rolled off the back of the car because the whole back-end just bound back up unlike anything she had ever seen. I’m sure it was awesome. I’m also quite certain I would have thrown up.

All-in-all, I’d say if something like this is going to happen, it’s probably best to be out of the country and to have awesome friends who take care of everything for you (1,000 points each to Kara, Andy, Tracey and Kevin). Had we been home when it happened I’m sure I’d still be heartsick each time I remembered first seeing the scene. I would have come downstairs first thing in the morning and looked out the back window in disbelief (in actuality, I’m sure Simon would have been up first and shouted at me to come downstairs, but it’s my story). And then we still would have had to call Andy because a) we would have been stuck in our house with the driveway blocked and b) we don’t own a chainsaw.

Since January we’ve been driving my parents’ extra car while they are in Texas but yesterday we ended up buying a new car (see below) because my parents will be back in a couple of weeks and sort of want their car back. We are the owners of a 2008 Taurus (though we quickly say it’s really a Ford Five Hundred, because that’s a much nicer looking car/body than the older Taurus and Taurus’ seem like college girl cars whereas the 500 is a grown up car).

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Also pretty fabulous: insurance, in the end with getting the fence and vehicle replaced, we’re only a couple thousand dollars out-of-pocket. Sure, they were unexpected expenses but it could have been so much worse. So be sure and pay your insurance premiums, you’ll be so glad you did when a tree falls on your car.