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Me, in the kitchen, tasting one of the biscottis I just took out of the oven. Its delicious almond crunch is delicious.
Justin, in the game room, playing with Benjamin, the too-adorable-almost-8-month-old.
Justin: Hey, whatcha doing in there Mommy?
Me: Enjoying the fruit of my labor *crunch crunch*
Justin: oh, hey, me too.
It took me a second to get it. I love my husband!
I’m going to try to start a new tradition: Miscellaneous Monday. On any given Miscellaneous Monday I will share something (or two) I’ve found on the Internet that might pique your interest. Today we’ve got two things!
The first: The Simple Wife ( http://www.thesimplewife.typepad.com )
Let me tell you, don’t click this link without grabbing some tissues first. The Simple Wife is the blog of Joanne Heim, a woman living in Denver who recently suffered from a massive stroke. I don’t really have appropriate words to convey what has happened in this blog since her stroke on January 11th… you’ll have to read it for yourself. Suffice it to say that the love that is expressed on the pages of her blog have literally made me weep. Anyone who knows me knows I’m a big crybaby anyways, and anyone who knows me very well knows that nothing makes me cry more than the triumph of the human spirit. Seeing people be strong in the face of adversity – in real life, not in the imaginary world of books and movies – has warmed my heart. Go, follow her husband as he provides updates and speaks lovingly about his 19 year companion. Cry. Pray for her and their family. Take a minute to thank God for your own family.
Also, they have a separate blog that isn’t updated as often that deals with their marriage, specifically dealing with a marriage in which the husband is bipolar (it’s linked on the main page). Can I just tell you how much I am loving reading these archives? Man. What an amazing couple.
Ok, that one’s done, now for the fun one.
Rosewell, Texas ( http://www.bigheadpress.com/roswell?page=1 )
A graphic story by L. Neil Smith and Rex F. May detailing a alternate universe where Davy Crockett survives the Alamo and Santa Anna dies, resulting in Texas being its own country. The story surrounds the UFO landings in Roswell and while it took a bit for me to get into it, I absolutely fell in love with it about a third of the way through it. It paints a picture of Texas that any libertarian would love to see, as unrealistic as it might be. And if you’re a fan of history you’ll love the characters the pop up randomly throughout the story – my favorite was Gene Roddenberry, but then, I don’t want to spoil it for you. Go, read, enjoy.
Day 11 – Something people seem to compliment you the most on.
My cheerfulness and happy countenance. I’m apparently really, really cheerful. Who knew?
(coincidentally, this is also one of the things about me that irritate people the most.)
Day 12 – Something you never get compliments on.
My clean house, because it never is! 
Everyone’s a little crazy. I thought I’d share my crazy with you!
One of my coworkers brought some Easter candy to work and since I’m not diabetic (yay!) and am pregnant (yay!) I decided I could probably manage to have a little snack pack of skittles. So I open it up and here are the contents:
6 purple skittles
4 yellow skittles
3 orange skittles
1 red skittle
1 green skittle
So! First I eat 2 purple skittles. I then have:
4 purple skittles
4 yellow skittles
3 orange skittles
1 red skittle
1 green skittle
So then I eat 1 purple skittle and 1 yellow skittle. I then have:
3 purple skittles
3 yellow skittles
3 orange skittles
1 red skittle
1 green skittle
So then I eat 2 sets of the following: 1 purple skittle, 1 yellow skittle, 1 orange skittle. I then have:
1 purple skittle
1 yellow skittle
1 orange skittle
1 red skittle
1 green skittle
Then I eat all 5 of the remaining skittles all at one time.
Ahh….. order out of chaos.
-My head is KILLING me. Seriously, I need to know what I did to irritate my brain because WOW I sure am sorry. Took a Tylenol but it didn’t even put a dent in it.
-The heartburn that attacked me so badly the first trimester (and the first half of the second) is back. I had a few week reprieve, but it’s been pretty solid for the last week… I think it’s back to stay. Heartburn medicine does help a bit, I’m just trying not to OD on it.
-Justin and I both predict Benjamin will come early. For different reasons but it will be interesting to see if we’re right or not. We both kind of thought it was a boy, so our track record is pretty good (about time to mess it up, right?).
-Justin’s cousin Chris is predicting Benjamin will be over 9 1/2 pounds. For obvious reasons, I darn near hung up on him. I have no predictions. I’m thinking either just shy of or just over 8 pounds, but I won’t be upset if he’s smaller. The boys on Justin’s side of the family generally has very large babies. I was barely 6 pounds at birth, but I was also premature to a mother who smoked. So we shall see!
-Yesterday Justin and I took a walk with the dog around the neighborhood. We were on one of the main roads and an SUV was driving towards us. All of a sudden, a 10 year old blonde haired kid poked his head and upper torso out the back seat window. I was like, “what the heck is that kid doing!?” and then I heard him yell at the two of us “AARRRRGGG MATEYS!”
….
It was probably one of the greatest thing a complete stranger has ever yelled at me. I have no idea why he did, but I was so shocked I didn’t even really have a chance to respond before they had driven past. I looked at Justin: “did that really just happen?” Yes. Yes it did.
So this morning, the day we leave for vacation (yay!) Justin and I are laying in bed. The alarm has gone off, we’re both waking up, and we’re just talking about the day ahead of us. I’m subconsciously rubbing my stomach, which I do a lot now that there is a little life named Benjamin in there.
“Geeze,” I remark. “Seems like he’s going through a growth spurt now, I swear he’s gotten bigger overnight!”
“Well,” Justin starts in, “he’s kind of like bread, if you think about it.”
“So this is his oven spring?”
“Exactly!”
“But he’s been in there for a while now, ‘baking,’ as they would say.”
“Yeah but before he wasn’t so much baking as marinating, as being turned from the basic components into something tangible.”
“So early pregnancy is where all the gluten is formed and stuff?”
“You got it!”
I realize this won’t mean much to plenty of you, but I love that my husband can talk my bread language sometimes. I love that Benjamin is in the oven spring process (which is the start of actual baking, for you non-bread-bakers). Wooo-hoo! Just over halfway there!
Cory and Justin just had a long conversation about high fives. Apparently, high fives are NOT cool anymore. High fives have evolved into the fist bump (Obama, you may have done it on national television, but it was cool before that).
So, as a general rule, high fives are not allowed. But, like all rules, there are exceptions. Apparently, old people are high-five-able.
“If it’s an old person, and they’re old enough that high fives have always been cool to them, I’ll high five them. I’m cool with that.” -Justin, starting the conversation.
But see, it’s not just any old people. Apparently, there are special old people who have special high-five-able status. For example, old guys that are living in the past. Specifically? Oh yes, they got specific.
“That 40 year old guy, still driving a Thunderbird, wearing his letterman jacket? F’n-a right I’ll high five that guy!” -Cory. Because, as everyone who knows Cory knows, he is full of wisdom.
“Unless he has a mullet.” Says Justin. “If he has a mullet, I’m walking right by,” added Cory.
There were a lot of sentences I wanted to put after that, all of which shot down immediately by the boys. Apparently, everyone hates mullets. I wasn’t aware of this. But it’s true. So I’m told.
In conclusion, don’t high five people. It’s not cool.
Unless it’s an old guy in his letterman jacket. Then: high five away.
While trying to convince a coworker on the merits of WALL-E and her need to see it, the topic of Pixar came up. As the topic of Pixar came up, I accidentally managed to mention to her that I had been surprised to learn that George Lucas owned Pixar back in its inception. Really, she tells me? Really, I tell her back.
She then inquires as to how I learned such a thing. My response went something like this:
“Oh after Justin and I watched the original Star Wars DVDs, because I just bought them and I was so excited! I got them in New York for only 30 dollars! Anyways they had the three or four hour “Making of” with it so we went ahead and watched it, it was a lot longer than we thought it was going to be but we really enjoyed it… and maybe I shouldn’t be admitting this in public…“
She just kind of stared at me for a few minutes, shook her head, and went back to work.
Oh well.
At least I enjoyed the DVD!
Officer: What the heck are you eating?
Coworker: It’s brie and crackers. Wanna try some?
Officer: What the heck is brie?
Coworker: It’s cheese! It’s really good, here..try some!
Officer: *takes a bite* Uhh.. it has no taste… is this some sort of yankee thing?
Hahahahaha…. I love my good ol’ country boy officers 
Yesterday I made a twitter update that said the word “attorney” in it. Today I checked my email. I have been followed by:
Attorney Tips
Attorney Master
Attorney Expert
Attorney Feed
Attorney Related
Attorney Profession
Attorney Advisor
Attorney Guide
About Attorney
Houston Attorney
on Twitter.
Gee, thanks?
