on: pregnancy.

well, i'm 21 weeks now. more than halfway through baking my little nugget. and when i say 'my little nugget' i really mean 'OUR little nugget' cause, lets be honest boy or girl, it's at least half Preston. we get to find out gender tomorrow, and get a glimpse of his or her tiny face and arm and fingers and toes...i'm not at all excited. this week has been nothing like the week of anticipation before Christmas, except that it has, and i am. excited that is. its weird, the whole part where you just have this sudden and absolute love for the peanut growing inside of you. the same peanut that makes you throw up and grow belly hair (gross. i know.) and have the worst heartburn, hip and back pain ever and not be able to sleep or use the potty normally. its weird that i love shim so much already, and i haven't even seen the little bundle. all i really know, is that whatever it is, its a wiggler. loud noises, laying down, walking around, really anything makes this baby dance, and this momma smile. last night Preston felt a little kick, and it made me tear up a little. in a good way. so i guess on the whole, i like this pregnancy thing, its strange, painful at times, and even a little disgusting (note:belly hair?! why did no one warn me?!) but the little nudges and tiny wiggles really make everything worth it.

curve ball.

well, here we are, its march, and the weather is finally staring to warm up a bit. this week has been a crazy one, long, exhausting, and a little bit scary too. you always hear about how life likes to throw you curve balls. just when everything seems perfect, safe and normal, you get a phone call, or you wake up and suddenly nothing is right any more. tuesday morning just as i was about to get on the freeway, heading for work, i got the phone call. my sister, crying, telling me through her tears, that our mom has been in a car accident. her van is flipped over on the road somewhere, and they dont know if she is alright, if she is breathing or if anyone else was in the car with her. 'start calling siblings' she says. 'tell them to pray.' somehow i hold back my  own tears, pull over and start making calls. then the panic sets in. heart beating so fast i cant breathe. i call preston, and cant hold back anymore. he has to ask me several times to calm down so he can understand what i am saying. his voice softens as i tell him the news, he asks what he can do. pray. i hang up and call my boss, he understands, and i dont need to come in. i gather my wits, and drive to my sister's house. and wait. and wait. and get an update that she is breathing, moving her arms and legs, and on her way to the hospital. relief. then an update that she is going in for an MRI. internal bleeding is a major concern. she has to take blood thinners. panic. we make our way to the er, and get to see her. get the news that the MRI came back clean, she is fine. relief. i get to see her, hug her. she gets to go home. the Lord has blessed her and our family so very much. the way my brothers and sisters pull together in times of crisis is nothing short of miraculous. my parents are the most amazing people i have ever met. in a way, i'm thankful this happened, if only to show me yet again, the blessing of family. i love my family, so very much. and i'm very happy that mom, in spite of a totaled van, and bruised shoulder, is just fine.

on: horn honkers.

here's a little story for ya, i'm sitting in the drive up line at McDonalds. waiting ever so patiently, to pay for my peppermint hot chocolate. the car in front of me pulls forward, and before i even have a chance to remove my foot from the brake, the um...gentleman...behind me, honks several times, flips me off, and screams at me to get my A** moving. i roll to a very slow stop at the window, and the cashier, a very nice woman, comments on how impatient people are these days. then with a wink, she takes her sweet, sweet time to give me my receipt and change. i then pull forward to receive my cocoa, and a similar scene takes place. again with the honking, screaming, and swearing. i feel bad for this fella. is he so miserable that he cant wait in line like the rest of us regular folks? maybe he REALLY needed his morning Joe.
lately, i've been increasingly annoyed at horn honkers. people who are in such a hurry to get to wherever, that they have no patience for the rest of man kind. i know that there are occasions where a honk is warranted, but horns at stop lights, drive up windows, and at stop signs are just rude. take a breath. have a little kindness in your heart for the mom who is trying to get a binki to her crying child. have a little patience with the old man who's slower on the gas pedal than you. be a little nicer to the 16 year old learning to drive a stick shift car. have a little heart people!

ramblings...

sometimes you feel like a nut. sometimes you dont. its raining outside, and i kind of like it. the smell of wet pavement, the way everything looks a little greener. its wonderful. i've been using the word wonderful alot lately. weird, but wonderful. also, lately, i've been wearing my mom's old class ring. always loved it, just been wearing it a whole lot more lately. its funny, life. there is this old Doris Day movie, Young at Heart, i've been wanting to watch it for a while now. cant find it anywhere. well, i did find it on amazon, for $40. cant justify it. its a wonderful movie though, Doris and Frank Sinatra. love story, great music, a life changing *almost* tragedy...wonderful. i think Preston would even like it. speaking of him, he's a pretty great guy. never feel better than when i'm with my Preston. we've got big plans for our little house. i love it there. i love that we live in pretty much the middle of no where. i love how quiet it is, Genola. also, i love hot chocolate. and cinnamon rolls. and cookies. and soup. and steak. steak, steak, steak. i love steak. also, skinny jeans. i love them too. probably dont look my very best in them, i have the hips of a mother of 15, and a large booty to boot, but skinny jeans are comfy, and according to an old navy commercial, they apparently look good on everyone, so what am i worrying for?! well, cheers to steak, class rings, rainy days, steak, hot chocolate, Preston, steak, Doris Day, Frank Sinatra, skinny jeans, steak, and soup.

BE jealous.

in a matter of DAYS, i will be HERE. Grand Cayman, that is. and Cozumel. and Belize. and Mahogany Bay.  in about 24 hours, Em and Jen's Awesome Adventure begins. CANT wait! i must say, i will miss that husband of mine though...

2 years, dos anyos.

well, its been 2 years! cant believe how time has flown... that Preston makes me one happy lady. i kinda like him. i think i'll keep him. pretty much, he's the best husband i ever had, and he's just about perfect for me. CHEERS to eternity! and Preston, love, you and me baby, we're stuck like glue.

goings on...

well, the good news is, we found a treasure. the bad news is, it's taking a LONG time to 'dig it out.' for a while now, Pres and i have been wanting to paint our living room. a few weeks ago, i got the brilliant idea to re-texture the walls before we painted. see, our house is almost 100 years old. in our living room, the wall texture is different every 3 feet or so. it might be makes-you-bleed-if-you-bump-into-it pokey in one spot, and smooth as a baby's bottom right next to it. and everything in-between. for real. so a few saturdays ago, we cleaned the rest of the house really well, borrowed a pole sander and scraper from dear old Papa John, moved our couches to the middle of the room, and started sanding. and then the texture started peeling off. apparently, whom ever put it up, decided NOT to take down the 3-5 layers of wallpaper already on the walls before applying said texture. Pres and i happened to love what happened to the walls when we scraped the texture off. they have this really amazing distressed look. we have 3, possibly 4, (its up for debate) wallpapers that are quite complimentary. grays and pinks and purples and flowers and leaves and awesome designs that separately would look quite nasty, but together make something awesome. plus, the paint colors we chose look like they were made for this room, with it's distressed peeling shabby-chic (Pres prefers to call it 'Grunge' walls) awesomeness. only problem is, its taking forever to peel of the unwanted texture and have a good mix of all the wall papers. we've almost finished that part though, and are only a night or two away from the fun paint and seal-the-wall-paper part. i'll post pictures as soon as we're finished- which we are determined to be, before we head off to DISNEYLAND in 2 weeks. HOORAY!