Oh Husbands...

He knew this was coming. Just a matter of time really. I wish I could tell you all the funny things that he/we do and say. Who knows how we entertain ourselves so darn much but we're having a blast.

This incriminating photo was taken after we had nodded off watching some show. I woke up (may have been shoved to the floor considering his left elbow) Once I looked back and saw this model pose, I had to get a shot. I suppose we must always look our best.

Seeing this explains so much of why I find his elbow/arm/or once - hand, on my face at night as my head is usually where his right elbow is in this photo. And yes, I said hand. That was by far the most humorous at 4 in the morning. I guess it just needed a place to rest and covering the entirety of my face seemed like a good option. I was too confused and tired to do anything about it, so I think we actually maintained that position for quite a while. That's either love or exhaustion folks.

All in all, we laugh together entirely too much, but to quote Martha on this one - I consider it a very "Good Thing".

We are 6 months old!

Tis true. As of Friday we are half a year old. Amazing how the time has flown I tell you!

So I had a wonderful evening all planned out for Friday and some fun ideas for Saturday, but sometimes even the most well intended plans don't work out. Or in this case, they get trampled all over, laughed at, and then promptly spit upon.

I wasn't going to work on Friday so that I could get everything together, but the teacher I was subbing for Thur had a really good reason for needing me, so I caved and said yes, I'd cover Friday as well. Still, I reasoned, I would be able to get home about 45 minutes before Scott and maybe I could still pull everything together. I was going to surprise him by meeting him at work as he was leaving, all dressed up and ready for the evening, with a bag packed in the car to stay the night at this awesome Inn I had found in Hillcrest. From work we were going to go to dinner at this Thai place that we went to while we were dating, and then head over to Cinema Under the Stars to watch Alfred Hitchcock's Rear Window. We would go to the Inn in Hillcrest and then the next day we would go to Balboa Park to the museums after breakfast.

Here's what really happened:
The Inn I had found took a while to get back to me about reservations, and it turned out that they were all booked for the night. They recommended two other places, one of which did not look worth the money, and the other I called and they didn't have the room I wanted available.

Ok fine, we'll just stay at home, that's totally fine.

But I ended up talking to the director at work and not leaving right when I had planned to. Not only this but Scott was close on my heels leaving work. So I got home, had about 20 minutes to clean the place so we wouldn't come back from our evening to a messy house, before he got there.

I told him we needed to be "somewhere" (movie) at 8 so we could get a spot - therefore we needed to leave to eat pretty early. Naturally we somehow ended up taking a nap and sleeping past when we were supposed to leave. Poop, there goes our Thai food plans. But if we hurried we could still drive through a burrito place, and take our food to the movie. So that's what we did.

When we got to Cinema Under the Stars, and had sufficiently scarfed down our carne asada fries, we walked in and found a sign at the front that said "Sold Out". At this point I almost lost it. Are you kidding me?? No Alfred? I understand the Inn not working out, and the Thai food was our own fault, but the tickets just wasn't fair.

Scott tried to cheer me up as we walked back to the car and we drove around in the hills for a while looking at all the city lights until we could think of a new plan. As our Mexican food settled in our stomachs we decided to drive to La Jolla and hit up Forever Fondue.

Definitely redeemed the evening.

This is the burner that they turned on for us after we had ordered.

This is how we both felt after Scott convinced me to play a game of "How long can you keep your finger on the burner" He didn't realize that it had gotten twice as hot as when he had been fiddling with it before. I think we made it to 1.3 seconds before simultaneously saying "OWWwww!" and looking hurt at our fingers and each other. Sometimes we're not the brightest.

But this was the deliciousness that followed said stupid game. YUM.
After we were sufficiently stuffed to the gills, we went home and had a blast watching some of our favorite shows together. Things turned out pretty perfect after all.

Saturday we slept in, made a giant brunch and then made our way to the museum. Dinosaurs!

Super fun...we'll have to go back to hit up some of the other museums another day.

"Whoooa"

He loved this dinosaur. Apparently it's one of his favs. You think you know someone...

I don't know how frightened I really look, but hey, he looks like a happy fellow from this angle.

We decided to go to a Starbucks after our beautiful day in Balboa Park, and we both remembered that Sausage King was just in the neighborhood, so we popped in. Smelled divine in there. But we were a little snubbed since we did not have cash. The woman reminded me that they make all of the sausages there themselves, which I was simultaneously like, "That's Awesome!" and "Uh, that's weird. Maybe I want my sausage made far far away in Germany. Do you really know what you're doing?"...still, it smelled amazing.


All in all, it was a great weekend. I would highly recommend getting married - we are thoroughly enjoying it ourselves.

Note to self:

1) When you have gotten used to living with someone and sleeping in the same bed with said person for the past 6 months and you suddenly have a night where they will not be with you...do not pick up where you had left off in The X-Files Season 1 and watch the episode with the 100 year old weirdly evolved creeper that hibernates underground in a self-made nest and then comes out every 30 years to eat 5 peoples' livers before hibernating for the next 30 years. Don't do it.

2) Especially not on your laptop in bed right before going to bed. Who would do that?


Yelch.

I'm going to watch an episode of melodramatic Glee just to make up for it.

Where is David Duchovny when I need him?? I mean...Scott, where's Scott?

All by my Seeeelf...Don't wanna be...

Well...I'm afraid it's true. Scott is gone 4-wheeling and camping for the weekend. I am alone. So alone.


Ok, well I'm at my parent's right now, but inside I'm alone. And the only cure for this is a time honored tradition in my family. Eating Ho-Hos.


My mother started this tradition years ago whenever my dad would go on a trip. She would buy a box of Ho-Hos and we would all help her binge eat the grief away. I figured I might as well give it a try for my own lack of husband. I'll let you know how it goes. I'm two rolly cakes in and it doesn't feel like he's still here yet...so I should probably have another. With some tea. That would make it much more proper. Psh. Who am I kidding? Nothing can make those little cream filled chocolate rolls proper. They're called "Ho Hos" for crying out loud! Still...tea would soothe the throat.

I'm afraid I am coming down with something. It may or may not have been a direct result of a child sneezing squarely on me two days ago, but you never can tell. That's just a lucky guess. Shot in the dark really. I told him "Thank You" just after the sneeze and wiped myself down vigorously with a paper towel to ensure maximum guilt, but due to the Space Cadet expression he most commonly assumes I'm going to say that the sarcasm and dramatic display had very little to zero impact. Score: Ticking Bomb of Child Germs Sneezer - 1 / Miss Heidi - 0.

In any case, it really only adds to my "woe is me" complex for the next two days so I plan on milking it. For whom? I have no idea. Pity party table of one! For audience of zilch!

Phooey, I think I'll go suck a lozenge and sit in bed with a lame movie. Or watch a show that Scott normally wouldn't want to watch. That's a better plan.

Night all.

Pants, Bloomers, Briefs...what's the difference?

I worked at the preschool today and had quite the hoot of a day. Sadly, many of the funny stories I can't even share with you...this class of 3 and 4 year olds would've won the PG 13 version of "Kids Say the Darndest Things" - maybe R rated. All due to mispronunciations, innocent ignorance, speech impediments combined with just the wrong words, or the simple mistake of switching a few vowels ("Miss Heidi, I need a new bandaid for my booby" [suppressed guffaw on my part followed by a choked] "Ouch, that booboo looks like it hurt. Here's a fresh bandaid sweetie") - See? Honest mistake. I'm afraid that is the only one that I am going to share with you all via this forum. I'm sorry but this is a family program.

I also had a little boy accidentally miss his target in the restroom and call my name from the stall. Per past experiences, the thin cry of "Miss Heiiiidiiiiii" from a bathroom stall has taught me to don a pair of gloves and throw any optimism out the window. Fortunately (for the both of us) it was just a little jeans christening crisis. I got his extra pair of superhero undies from his cubby and passed them under the stall door. After a minute or so, he walked out and over to me wearing his shirt, the underwear, both socks, and one shoe. Zero on the pants count.

We then had a long debate about underwear and pants. He pulled what he called his "boxers" aka another pair of tighty whities out of his cubby and argued with me that these worked as shorts. He even put them on over the superhero underwear he was already wearing and claimed this looked normal! My argument was to give him a pair of the preschool's extra pants while I threw his baptized jeans in the dryer. Get this. The reason he didn't want to wear the extra pants was because he didn't want to look silly. Riiight. Cause the doubled up unders with half-calf socks and sneakers is completely status quo.

I won, naturally and all turned out hunky dory, the jeans were sufficiently dried before the rest of the kids had woken up from their naps and even had a hope of seeing him in the horribly embarrassing preschool pants. Miss Heidi saves the day again.

Alright, more later...watching North Face with the mister now. An awesome German film thus far.
tschuss!

A fabulous (& tumultuous) Saturday

Scott and I have had such a fantastic day today. We got to sleep in, then make a wonderful breakfast of blueberry muffins with scrambled eggs and chorizo. After we cleaned up a bit, we went for a "hike" on a trail near our house. Honestly though the most hiking involved was up the giant hill before the trail. I now have a new found compassion for my car as it complains its way up that slope, whining and hurling insults at me the whole way. That and a clear awareness of how out of shape Scott and I are. At least our thighs. Woefully I tell you.

The trail turned out to be pretty, but very short. It takes you to a little park on the other side of the hill between the neighborhoods. On our way back, we decided to stop and gather a few of the beautiful flowers that were blossoming all over the place, which may or may not be against "the rules" but I figured it was probably just frowned upon. So they are now sitting in a little vase on our coffee table, so bright and perky. Aka: I feel no guilt.


Afterward we went to Amvet Thrift Store down on Washington and found two fabulous shirts for Scotto. One is Eddie Bauer (which he looks smashing in) and the other is Land's End. Not bad Amvet! I may not understand your name, but I like some of your stuff. I also pointed out to Scott the place where the old Asian man had dropped his drawers to try on some pants. I felt this was an important part of my tour de la thrift.

We decided this one was a good camping shirt. Fits the bill well. Both shirts are having a good soak in the washer so that they may be worn by their new owner. Pre-owned clothing gets a solid soak then wash in my book.

We then made our way to OB to rummage through some antique stores. Great fun minus the large man/woman that seemed to follow us through the store. It was one of those situations where I am certain that if I stared closely enough, I would be able to tell the gender...however, this was not a desirable option. He/She always seemed just a step behind us which was odd but then again it was a crowded store. Eventually he-she-him-her lost interest in us or saw something shiny and moved on. We were too enthralled with old road maps to notice.

After this adventure, we treated ourselves to a split meal at Burger Lounge and gave ourselves a vanilla shake to boot! This was all a fabulous idea the entire time we were relishing our meal. But of course, all good things must come to an end. Or in this case, a screeching, stomach churning halt.

I am of course lactose intolerant. This does not prove to be such a difficulty in the day to day because Scott and I do not have much dairy. A little creamer here, Lactaid milk there, sour cream on that burrito, and the occasional smattering of queso on various meals. Therefore this onslaught of demon possessed milk + ice cream combo was a certain death threat. I even knew it the entire time I was eating, but I just wanted to enjoy myself.

Naturally I am paying for it now. Rather dearly as I seem to be hosting a boxing match inside my stomach. I think we've gone into overtime but I could be wrong. I've been downing water (like that will help) since we got home, but really all I think it's doing is going in there, saying, "Hey! Alright, alright, break it up you guys! ...Oh man...you're really going at it there...oh shoot! I'm just water! What was I thinking?? I don't have the cojones for this! Pardon me, eh heh, don't mind me, I'm just going to scoot by you here and, 'scuse me, be on my way." Lame water. Thanks for nuthin.

We are now watching a movie - or rather Scott is watching and I am listening...from another room. It's a scary movie and I'm just not into some of those. I think I will conveniently make a reappearance 20 minutes to the end of the film. And then get up frequently for more water. And to use the facilities due to the dumb water.

I think it's about that time now, so I hope you all are having a fabulous Mothers Day weekend! Take care and love on the mothers, they are pretty fab.

Coming Soon...74 days to be exact

Katie Cates knows what I'm talking about...our birthday! It's coming and you really have to think ahead for these things!

Now just to clear my name - I do not usually make a big deal about birthdays, but really, that's part of the problem. Most years I think of what I want to do for my birthday or little things that I might want but by the time the actual day rolls around, I have completely forgotten and I end up with some lame request list because I can't think of things like that under pressure (please refer back to me asking Scott if we could get a pony with our tax money). Not this year! Oh no...I am making up for it this year.

I have started carrying around a little notebook in my purse, and since I am such a list person, I have found it invaluable throughout my days when I think of something that I need to jot down.

Unfortunately, my last one was in the purse that was just stolen. mumble mumble grumble. Therefore I need to begin again. Knowing my memory, all things in that notebook are hereby lost forever so I might as well start fresh. As far as my hippocampus is concerned, the little book never was. Fortunately though, the booklet came in a pack of three, call it fate...so I have begun a new one and yesterday I had the inspiration to write down things for a birthday wish list. I also have a list in the back of the book of things to tell Robin when she's in the states. Things I would usually text/call/mock with her about throughout the day but the current lack of International Calling/Texting Plan hampers.

So far for my birthday I have down:

- Hand mixer
- Membership to Rock Climbing gym (Solid Rock or that new one on Miramar Jay told me about)
- TV stand...but the perfect one (Scott and I love the furniture by this guy check this out:

Shoot! I don't even know what I would do with it. But his stuff has so much character...and that's really what we're about here)

- Hot glue gun
- A diffuser attachment for my hair dryer
- Lunch with Ben Folds

That's all I've got so far, I think I accidentally wrote something that was supposed to be on Robin's list on the birthday list because I really don't want, "Jake Gyllenhaal's new movie/disaster. Preview made my soul hurt." So I should really scratch that off.

Ay Yi Yi! Time for bedershneckers (my father's version of German)

xoxo

I did it!!

Today I have finally finished uploading the majority of our wedding photos onto facebook.

If you would like to see them, you can click Here and Here

To wet your appetite, feast your eyes on these :]






I am officially worn OUT. I feel like I just wasted hours of my life doing such a tedious task. However, it is long over due so I hope everyone enjoys browsing through them as much as we do.

Yesterday I was very productive. In a sense. I discovered that OB has some amazing antique stores. I mean just incredible. So I spent a good part of the day there shopping around. I ended up buying this old blue suitcase that had me at, "hello I'm a suitcase", and some fantastic old books that I'm excited to dive into. Plus they look so nifty.

Then I went to this tiny thrift store by the Henry's on Genesee and found this full of character old wooden chair that also called out to me. When I asked the elderly gentleman that was running the store how much it was (I had to ask twice because he was a little hard of hearing), he winked at me and said, "Five Dollahs". So I snatched that thing right up, brought it home, gave it a good wipe down and a little bit of sanding, and voila!

He works well for our music corner. We hung one guitar on the wall and kept the other on the stand next to the chair, and then put Scott's djembe on the other side. I still need to find a happy place for the cajon, but for now he works well as a couch side table.

Alright, I need a break from internet for a little after all that picture uploading. I'm exhausted!

More later.

Alles Gute zum Geburtstag Mutti!

It's the lovely Momma Stokes' birthday today so I hope all is going well for her and she is feeling loved and pampered. I still need to go get her gift (egad!) and then I think we're doing dinner all together for some good ol' Stokes fun and mayhem.

Unfortunately, this morning for whatever reason, none of my and Scott's alarms went off. (<- you know what, if you were planning on correcting my grammar right there, let me just tell you something. I generally shy away from saying any sort of my, his, his, mine sort of business because it's just stupidly confusing. Every time I want to say something like that, I type it out, evaluate the way it sounds, rewrite it, then scrap the whole thing and change it to something else like, "The alarms belonging to Scott and the alarms belonging to me did not go off. Neither of the sets of the alarms belonging to either one of us went off." and then where are we? A mess. I need a whole tutorial on the subject but don't try looking it up online. Larger headache, guaranteed)
SO we both woke up late, which was a bigger problem for him considering he had work today and I did not. Therefore he was late and did not get any breakfast or lunch because I did not wake up in time to make it for him. Sad day. I haven't heard from him yet so I hope he's not starving...

It puts a damper on my day as well because then all the things that I was planning on doing are suddenly on the chopping block and I have to decide who stays and who gets cut and added to tomorrow's agenda. I'm afraid some of the spring cleaning might get hacked today because present shopping obviously takes precedence. Cookie making obviously can't be moved because we only have like 5 cookies left in the cookie jar, so that's a must. Priorities people.

Speaking of damper on your days. I just have to share one thing with you before I run off to start the list. Yesterday I had the 2 - 3 year olds which were quite the hoot. One sweetie little guy kept showing me throughout the day his awesome new underwear. It could be during lunch, storytime, interjected in a conversation, but he'd pipe up, "Miss Heidi! Can I show you something?" PS kids don't really wait for a response on that one. Or even if they do they already have this minorly glazed over look in their eyes as they are imagining showing you whatever it is so it really doesn't matter if you answer, "Let's wait until later". In this case no matter what my response was, or even if I was smack in the middle of it, the pants came down. Spiderman undies!!

You know, I can understand this. We bribe kids to be potty trained by giving them superhero, my little pony, strawberry shortcake (who is alive and kicking btw!), spongebob underwear, and how can we then ask them to keep such coolness to themselves? Absurd I say.

That really didn't have to do with the "damper" part of the story but I decided to tell you that one instead. The damper story involved a little boy wetting his pants TWICE yesterday and driving me nuts. Somehow though in the end of the day, although I'd had two talks with him about the usefulness of a toilet, and changed his clothes twice, and pulled out some of my hair, he clung to me in the end of the day as I was trying to leave and cried when I tried to un-suction cup his arms from me. Attachment issues? I think so.

Okey dokey. Time to hit the chores.

Have a wonderful Tuesday all!