Wednesday, May 26, 2010

What Sarah's Reading...

I am currently reading The Girl Who Fell From the Sky. It's a good book so far, a little slow to read because its content is fairly deep.
This is what I can tell you about it so far: A young, bi-racial girl named Rachel has suffered a horrible tragedy. Her mother, brother and sister were killed. I think the author is setting it up to show that the mother's boyfriend actually through them off the roof of their apartment building. Rachel's mother is a white Danish woman and her father is black. Her mother left her father for the creepy boyfriend who I think killed them and her father is stationed overseas in Germany.
After the tragedy, Rachel goes to live with her father's mother and is left to deal with a knew culture where she fits in, but also doesn't.
It's pretty deep and I'm only on Chapter 4. I like it though and would recommend it to people.

Friday, May 21, 2010

Spring is in the Air

Spring has come late to Montana this year. We've had quite a few late snowfalls so things are just now coming into bloom. Everything smells so good and there are flowers everywhere! Here are some pictures of our yard and the beautiful trees that are blooming.

Lucy butt

Upclose flower shot

Double the pleasure

I don't know what this is- but it looks ready to pop

Pink tree in our neighbors yard

 The keeper of the yard

Thursday, May 20, 2010

BOOKS!

I've started my summer reading off with a bang!

I was able to read Charlaine Harris' newest book Dead in the Family in two days.
If you like her other Sookie Stackhouse books- this one is the 10th- then I'm sure you'll love this one too. I was expecting some closure on Sookie's dating situation, but was happy to find out that Harris leaves you hanging again..which means there will be more books coming!

I'm now halfway through Shiver by Maggie Stiefvater and I can't put it down!
If you liked reading the Twilight series, trust me, you'll like this one. I actually think its a little better...we'll see if I'm absolutely certain on that when I finish the book. This story is about wolves, or werewolves. There are two main characters, Sam and Grace. Sam is a werewolf who can only change into his human form during the summer months. Eventually he will fully become a wolf and no longer a human. He and Grace share a special connection...DUN DUN DUN!

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Happy Birthday Dad!

Today is a very special day. Not only is it my dad's birthday, but it's his 50th Birthday.

My Dad is the best because:
  • He plays the bagpipes. Seriously. And he's pretty darn good.
  • He's very focused and driven.
  • He LOVES his family. 
  • He's got a wonderful sense of humor. 
  • He's very athletic and encourages my brother and I to be very active. 
  • He's a Minnesota Viking AND Phoenix Suns fan. 
  • He can't color coordinate to save his life.
  • He's the best person to go to about professional and work related issues. 
  • He's one of the smartest guys I know!
  • I love him!
Happy Birthday Dad! See you on Friday. 

Sunday, May 9, 2010

Glitz and Glamour

Jeffy Poo and I had a hot date last night. It was Carroll's 100th Birthday Gala.
Here are some highlights
  • Gorgeous dresses and hair
  • Good drinks
  • Beautiful decorations
  • Good company
  • Good dancing
  • Big Bad Voodoo Daddies were awesome.
Picture recap:
Awww it looks like we're going to prom.

Full body pose.

Are we excited we have two great baby-sitters OR WHAT!!!

Happy Mama

Happy Daddy

Cheers!

Double cheers!

I told Jeff I wanted a chandelier like this in our house if we ever buy a house


Hey. I can dream.

Friday, May 7, 2010

Meth Toe

A few months ago, 7 to be exact, it was a chilly October night. Caderyn was asleep, my house was semi-clean and I was in cooking mode. A friend from work had just had an adorable baby boy and I was making them dinner- Mexican Meatloaf. I hate meatloaf, and I assure you I wouldn't eat this dish if it was actually made with meatloaf. This is a spicy dish that involves lots of yummy Mexican ingredients. The end result is an amazing casserole that looks and tastes nothing like meatloaf, so, I don't know why its called meatloaf.

But I'm getting off topic.

So there I was, making dinner for my friend and her family. I was at the stage where I transferred everything from where it was cooking on the stove to a casserole dish. I scooted over to the overhead counter where I keep my fabulous Corningware dishes and opened up, keep this in mind, the overhead counter. As I did so, out fell one of the heaviest round dishes of the set and landed, very accurately, on my bare right toe (We're talking about a 6' drop here)!

The pain was blinding. It took my breath away. Tears of pain welled up in my eyes and spilled over. I lost all sense of moral and began hollering curse words of pain and jibberish. I couldn't walk the pain was so great- even more so than childbirth (I think). I had to crawl on my hands and knees crying into our bedroom on the other side of the house where my phone was charging. I dialed Jeff at work.
When he answered I don't think he could understand a word I said I was crying and struggling to breathe through the pain. When he finally understood the reason I called, and listened to my pleas for him to come and take me to the hospital, he merely scoffed and informed me he wasn't going to take me in for a hurt toe. Yes, I was mad.
After I got off the phone with Jeff I took a few deep breaths and examined the damage. There was lots of pressure already on my toe, it felt swollen all the way up to my knee. There was lots of blood under the nail and part of my toe was turning blue. I was dented in awkwardly too. I managed to awkwardly stand and hobble back into the kitchen where I grabbed an ice pack from the freezer. It didn't even register with me for one second at that time that the ice pack I'd grabbed was actually a boob pack that the Doctor gave me to help ease the pain when I was breastfeeding. All I know is it felt soooo good. I wrapped it in a towel and in turn wrapped that towel with the ice pack around my foot. Then I made up a bed for myself on the couch and propped my poor foot up on about six pillows.
And that is how Jeff found me when he came home from work. He examined my toe, thought it was gross but cool and told me I would be fine. We went to bed.
The next morning I was still in agony. I couldn't wear any shoes except for the faux Uggs I bought when I was pregnant when none of my other shoes would fit. I hobbled around work and ran my errands in pain.

Gradually, over a few days, the pain subsided and I began to mourn the now hideous appearance of my toe- little did I know the worst was yet to come.
Months went by and my toenail began to turn an ugly shade of black. I went to the Doctor for a routine physical and had her take a peek at it. She was grossed out- imagine that! A Doctor grossed out- and let me know I probably should have gone to the emergency room to get it looked at shortly after the incident occurred. TAKE THAT JEFF! She let me know I was going to lose my nail, she offered to help me with it but the procedure sounded horrible so I opted out. She also let me know it may take awhile for my nail to grow back and it may never look normal.
Great. Did this Doctor know she was talking to the Sandal Wearing Queen? Just great.

So I kept an eye on my toenail and began to watch as, slowly but surely, it began to seperate itself from my toe. The, while on my Boise trip with the girls I was getting ready to step in the shower and I banged my foot on the tub. To my surprise, off popped the nail. It was gross. That's all I need to say about that, but I was glad to have it off and over with.

Now, almost three months later, my toe is FRIGHTENING. Jeff and I have a funny little side joke where I pretend to attack him with my toe and he pretends to scream in pain and die.
We then decided that something this ugly had to have a name. We couldn't think of a better name to call it than the "Meth Toe." This is mainly because I decided it looks like my toe has been smoking an excessive amount of meth, as seen in these commericals.

My toe nail has slowly but surely started to grow back. And, just like my Doctor said, it wouldn't be pretty, but we're getting there. I have faith that one day, maybe sometime next year, I'll be able to walk into my favorite salon and sit down to get a pedicure without the nail tech screaming in horror. Oh, don't worry, I'm going to post a picture of my toe for all of the world to see as soon as I can get home and upload it.





WARNING WARNING WARNING. This picture is gruesome. Don't look unless you want to.

My feet USED to be professionally groomed at least once a month. This toe has prevented me from loving my feet for more than half a year.

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Huzzah!

I don't generally like to post stuff about my job on here, but I couldn't resist today
. I currently work for a college in Montana as Director of Campus Events and Conferences. Not what I set out to do when I graduated, but it works right now.
I do, however, have some wonderful news that I found out today.
I'M GETTING A RAISE! And a pretty spanking good one of I do say so myself!
The last raise I got was in 2008 and it was a mere .50 cent raise. No joke. So this just made my day. No .50 cent raise. I'll be a couple hundred dollars richer each month thanks to this bump. Hooray for having more money to pay our bills.
This is my happy face. Freckles, frizzy-hair 20 extra pounds and all.

I should be studying...

But instead I'm writing this post. There is nothing special about this post. I just want to procrastinate.

I have my last final today at 3:00 p.m. and I am SO ready to be done.

Monday, May 3, 2010

Love in Pictures

I love my guy so much. And, I think when he takes a minute to stop running around my house, playing in Lucy's water dish and climbing on furniture, I think Caderyn loves me too.

I could look at him like this all day. But I think that would freak him out. Plus, he would probably slap me in the face and get raspberries all over my nose.
This picture is rated PG for the cleavage shot. All I want to do is smooch on him and he always gets away.
He loves his goofy mama. I'm okay with that. :)
Our model faces.
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LOVE!

Communication is Key

Yesterday Jeff and I thought it would be fun to take Caderyn swimming for the first time. We took him to the gym pool by our house.
We got him all decked out in his swimming diapers and dinosaur swim trunks. He got very excited when he saw the water and some of the other kids playing in it.
I was going to get into the water first and have Jeff hand the Bub to me. The water was a bit chilly (since the pool person doesn't know how to adequately set the temperature) so I sat on the edge of the pool with my feet in it to muster up the courage to jump in. Jeff was holding Caderyn's hand.
Jeff asked me, "Are you going to get in?"
I answered, "Yes." and pushed off the edge of the pool into the chilly water.
The only problem was that as I pushed off, Jeff let go of Caderyn's hand. Caderyn took one step forward and fell directly into the pool completely submerged.  I turned around as fast as I could to grab him up out of the water.
We felt so bad (but thankful that he didn't hurt himself). He cried for a few minutes and then figured out that he really liked the water even if it was chilly.
They moral of this story: Jeff and I needed to communicate better.

We were only there for 15 minutes before his poor little lips turned blue, but by the end of that time he was splashing and kicking and trying to lick the water. Yes, trying to lick the water.

Saturday, May 1, 2010

The New Way to Eat Your Dinner

Everybody is doing it. It's the coolest