Dreams

I have been thinking alot about my dreams lately. My husband just finished the lift on his truck (it is now very tall,) and we were talking about what it would look like someday, when we have it painted, etc. I am very excited about it now. I have entered into his dream with growing enthusiasm, I can now vividly see the truck in all its glory, and I am beginning to understand my husbands great passion.

So what are some of my dreams? There is a hotel in Africa I once read about that is built in a tree. There is a water hole beneath it, and at night you can sit on the veranda and see the wild animals come and drink. I would like to go there some day.

I have always wanted to own horses. However, I do not want to have to muck their stalls or have to worry about them while I travel. So I would like to not only own the horses, but pay someone to do all that for me. Then I can enjoy them without wasting my precious time taking care of them.

I want to take my children on random and exciting field trips as part of our schooling. I remember a trip we took as kids to this out of the way animal retreat that was really awesome. School like that is exciting for the teachers as well. I love museums and would like to go often.

My biggest dream is to have a growing portfolio that is filled with positive cashflow so that my husband can retire and we can live our dreams without concern about money. I really don't want to have to worry about money, bills, and why I cannot do something simply because I lack the funds. I want Scott to be able to build his truck without me wincing at the cost, and instead have me excited and making suggestions (which he will probably laugh at, but at least I will be involved.) I want to be able to go to Salt Lake any time I want to visit my friends, and I want to take them all out to dinner when we go. This goal is my favorite, and I want to be able to achieve it by the time I am thirty. So. . . here we go! I am working on it.

P.S. - Scott got a new job. He is now a Car Salesman!

Our Favorite Show(s)

Sorry it has been a little while. . . I know you missed me. I am using the very convenient "It was my birthday!" excuse. I have used it alot . . . it is worth about four days of excuses. I used it to eat wheat (which I am technically allergic to) for three days in a row. As for the fifth day of not writing. My excuse is this: My husband stole the computer.

He just whisked it away to work with him in a flurry of kisses and rushed out the door. By the time I realized that I would be unable to access the internet without it, it was too late. Now, you may be wondering why he took the laptop to work. After all, he works at a gym, not an office. Well, we had gotten a present the day before of his favorite series, the second season. And he just HAD to finish the episode we were watching before he had to rush off to work.

What series is this addicting? Well, it isn't the one we watched last night. Last night was OUR show (the one we both love the same.) Eureka, for anyone curious, is one of the funnest shows I have ever watched. Zany, with kooky characters and top notch technology, it is always enjoyable.

But that isn't the show that keeps my husband awake at night trying to figure out what is really going on. No, it would be that drama of dramas, LOST. (insert that scary thunk that usually follows the title.)

The sad thing is that my darling spouse just found out that I don't like it as much as he does. Oh, I like it, don't get me wrong. I am intrigued and curious, not to mention totally fed up with Michael and his selfishness, Sawyer and his need to be hated, and the inability of people to just communicate with eachother. Not to mention the fact that people die. (if I was the writer, no one would die, and everyone would learn to be better. . . but this is also why I probably wouldn't be hired to do a show about people on a strange and conspiratorial island.) There is a point, however, when I am ready to go to bed. . . .

So, those are my excuses. I was Lost with my husband all day Saturday, my Birthday was Sunday, my husband stole the computer on Monday, and yesterday I had to recover my house from all of this abuse. (we finished the 2nd season of Lost around 7pm Monday night.)

Diamonds

I am finally getting my diamond ring! It is beautiful. Three diamonds across a wavy pattern of white gold. Simple, elegant, and it won't scratch the baby. The biggest perk? We are only paying a fraction of what we thought it would cost. Why? Cause there is a new kind of diamond on the market.

Introducing the man-made diamond. This is no cubic zirconia, boys and girls. It is a diamond. And far cheaper, not to mention it is pure with no occlusions (or spots of carbon.) I decided to look it up, and found the most interesting article that was published last year. http://www.usatoday.com/tech/news/techinnovations/2005-10-06-man-made-diamonds_x.htm

Needless to say, I am thrilled about the new development, and will be keeping an eye out for all the cool new things to come.

What a Difference the right size make!

I loved being pregnant. Feeling my baby move, knowing that it was okay to be round, anticipating having a little one. It was great!

After having Daniel, I was totally out of my swing for 2 months. This means that we had take-out alot. I have found my groove again, and am feeling pretty good. The biggest problem was that I felt frumpy. This probably had to do with the fact that I was still wearing my pregnancy pants.

My sisters came to my rescue and gave me`some of their old stuff that was a little too big. (I was being cheap and unwilling to buy clothes while in the slimming stage.) And now I have pants that zip! Not only that, but I look like I have lost 10lbs just because my pants are the right size!

I have now decided I should budget for new clothes, I always feel better when I have a few new things to spice up my closet.

Our Date Night

Last night was our date night. We decided to go out for an All-You-Can-Eat Chinese Buffet. The food was great. I think I have found my favorite Chinese restaurant here in Cedar. Unfortunately we probably won't be going back for a while. Why? When the food was so great, why would we not go back?

Because of our waitress. I know, usually you don't have issues with a waitress at a buffet, the bring you a drink and disappear. Not so in this one. Our Chinese waitress was fascinated with our little baby. Blond, Blue Eyed Daniel was fast asleep when we entered, so we left him in his car seat, buckled. Scott went to get his food first, while I stayed with Daniel. The waitress oohed and aahed over him. I smiled, having a cute baby tends to generate a lot of attention.

Then she started touching him. Patting his cheek, rubbing his hand, stroking his head. Normally it wouldn't bother me - again something that happens with a baby. . .but he was ASLEEP! No one touches a sleeping baby! Especially a total stranger!

I am an easy going woman. . . and Scott returned, the waitress left, so I went to get some great food. As we ate, the waitress would stop everything she passed by and touch Danny. When she wasn't serving someone, she would stand and watch him. The food was great!
I loved it (again, it was really good.)

Around dessert, Danny woke up. Scott was done first, so he unbuckled our son and started playing with him on his lap. Then, when Scott was talking to me, the waitress came and picked Danny up! Whisking him away to the front of the store, teasing us about how cute he was. PANIC! "Scott, go get our Son!" I spoke pretty softly, but Scott was already off of the bench. She, and two other waitresses, where cooing over them.

We took our son back, buckled him into his carseat, paid and left. I am proud we kept our cool, we left with a smile (if a little forced) and agreed we wouldn't be back so long as we had to take our baby with us.

I still can't believe that someone would do that, a complete stranger, without asking permission. It totally invaded my privacy and my comfort zone. I am pretty open with my baby, and I often offer to let people hold him, at church or when I know them. But this was completely inappropriate.

I am now beginning to be paranoid about kidnapping.

Here I am at Last

I have finally succumbed to the attraction of the internet world by entering my thoughts online. Crazy at it seems, I am looking forward to being able to post all sorts of random oddities onto a website devoted to me. So enjoy these ramblings of a fairly simple woman.

I must say I like being able to look out my window and see sunshine coming in. I adore the fact that I can turn off my electrical lights and allow the free and bright light from the sun into my little home. The utility company may not appreciate it, but I sure do. Three cheers for Free Market Economy!!!!

My little one is currently sleeping in his swing. The only place he sleeps for any extended period of time that he is not being held or put down for the night. This is the most appreciated baby item at the moment (the item seems to change as he grows.) Mostly because it allows me to get things done, and lets him sleep at the same time. I used to have to carry him in a sling in order to get things done. Cozy as it was, my back likes it so much better this way.

I am loving the Three Month stage of his little life. He smiles and laughs, bats at toys (or shoves them in his mouth,) cuddles with his parents, and sleeps like the dead when held against your chest. He is such a beautiful baby. It amazes me how he has so much personality for someone so new to life. He already throws temper tantrums and has things he doesn't like. He is a very vocal baby. He has been from birth. He holds conversations with me, I just wish I knew what he was saying. He understands us though, and even listens to us sometimes! Crazy? Maybe, but I beleive that babies are more tuned into things than we know. Our moods directly influence his, and he has changed his behavior on more than one occasion after I explained the hows and whys of things to him.