Color Wheel House of Terror

Tidbit of wisdom:  If you are not permanently in love with the color dark forest green, do not...I repeat DO NOT paint or buy a home with walls this color.  Why?  Because two coats later, it is still dark green!  I'm guessing at least four coats to cover the dark charms of this color. 

As a side note, dragon fire orange painted over dark forest green is quite possibly the ugliest color ever.

Side note squared, painting a room in your house while you have guests that need to sleep in that room later that night equals worst idea ever. 

QED:  Abstain from projects, no matter how good they may seem.

Jibber Jabber

"Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb." I've felt a little bit like this lyric from Smash Mouth's "All Star" recently.  I know I have the knowledge in there but my head, okay mostly my mouth, is so dumb right now.  And darling Josh who has been married to a language freak all these years is slightly in heaven as he mentally records all the dumb things I've said recently.  He is good to not correct me or tease me, but I'll see the little smile cross his lips and I know...blast!  I did it again.

Examples to go down in family humor history: 

I started grilling dinner and Josh was finishing up for me.  I saw he was looking around for the grilling utensils and I said, "Oh!  I left the tonsils out there for you."  Tongs, folks, not tonsils.

Last night, we were making plans for dinner and I said, "Well, I did de-thaw some hamburger."
 
We were swimming in the pool and I got a cramp in my foot.  I said to Josh, "I have this terrible cramp!  What do they call them, you know something about a horse." This is where recall came in and I proclaimed, "I have a horse hickey on my foot."  Josh did openly laugh at this one as he gently asked, "You mean a charlie horse?" 

Right...... I meant charlie horse.  

Lucky

Last Saturday Josh and I went to eat at our favorite sushi joint.  Josh is sort of the "Norm!!"  of this place and so it is always fun to go. Everyone recognizes him. The waitresses are always super helpful and the sushi chef and Josh know each other on a first name basis.  Typically we go for dinner, but we found ourselves there at lunch and so we were seeing a lot of waitresses for the first time in nine months.  They all took turns loving on E boy.  One of the waitresses then pointed at my now thoroughly pregnant tummy and raised her eyebrows at us.  And so we explained that we had adopted our sweet boy and then after trying for nine years got pregnant three months later.  And yes, that meant they'd be a week short of a year apart.  After the typical HOLY MOLEY! pause, the waitress grabbed Josh's arm and fervently explained to him what this means in Korean culture.  I'm going to use her phrasing because it seems more correct that way. 

She explained that often when a couple in Korea have not received a child they adopt.  If then the couple became pregnant the first child became known as the "Lucky Child."  This Lucky Child was to be honored and respected above the other children because the Lucky Child had opened God's eyes and been the doorway for blessings in our family. She then proceeded to tell us that if we wanted to stay in the goodwill of heaven we MUST honor Elliot. He must be highly praised and loved. She took time to look us both in the eyes making sure we understood how important it was.  She then leaned over our son, ran her fingers through his hair and said, "Lucky Baby."

It felt like she'd just given us a beautiful blessing.  We have no doubt there was a plan here.  He is supposed to be our first child and he will always be a source of joy for all of our family.  But I can't shake the urgency in which she reminded us to honor him, to love him, to know he had brought us luck. And we do feel so lucky to have a remarkable boy living with us each day and to have a brother coming.  The joy cannot be explained.  I was truly moved by her sharing these details with us and how she gently admonished us to remember how blessed we are. I can't help but feel that our Elliot will love to hear that he is our "Lucky Child."

She's so cute!!

After 9 years of trying and finally being pregnant, my doctor is being a worry wart which frankly I love. It's nice to have him be so proactive.  As such I have already been to two 3-D ultrasounds and will have at least one more.  The bonuses are knowing I'm healthy and baby is awesome.  When I went to the Women's Ultrasound center this time they gave me a CD explaining that they'd compiled photos from my first ultrasound.  I waited very patiently for Josh to come home that night and we popped the CD in the computer to gaze at our adorable son. 

And we were awful.  Oohing and Aahing talking about how handsome he is.  Look at his little hands!  Oh what a cute nose!  Then about 15 photos in the next shot pops up and says, "It's a Girl!"  To which we both looked at each other shocked.  I'm immediately went into a rant about, "No, no, no!  It's a boy!" and Josh immediately goes into detective mode then starts laughing.  When I had finally settled enough, Josh simply pointed to the patient name in the corner.  Charlotte Haws.  Yeah, that's not me.    Yes the outside of the CD said, "Baby Haws."  It even has one of the many due dates I've sported during this pregnancy, easy mistake.  Then the giggles set in, we had just proudly parentally cooed at a totally random baby. Even pointed out genetically similar features. Yes, we are proof that you see what you want to see.

Congratulations Charlotte Haws and family! Your daughter is adorable!

Pirate Eye

You know what is not cool? Waking up one morning and being totally blind in one eye. Then spending the whole day at the doctor, emergency room and ophthalmologist as my vision slowly returned and getting this medical gem of advice, "Weird things happen when you are pregnant." Hooray for medical advancements!

However, you know what is cool about temporary blindness? You start to consider your pirate name. Lucky for me I found my pirate name years ago when I was working claims with that one insurance company. There was a customer named Gwendolyn Goldtooth. Best pirate chick name ever. Captain Goldtooth has a nice ring to it, am I right? Also Josh says I'd look hot with an eye patch further proving I married the right man.

Lucky for me all is well, all vision has returned. Lucky for the safety of the seas I haven't gone rogue and started my pirating career. Because listen if the day ever comes, ye be warned. Ragnar Danneskjold has nothing on me.

Voltron Wins!

Congratulations!! Thanks for playing again this year!

Peep off

Yes, I'm behind which seems to be my life lately. However, we got some killer entries this year. The winner will still receive prizes and glory, maybe just a little late.

Entry #1: The Red Carpet

Entry #2: Voltron

Entry #3: Peep Party

Entry #4: Peeps Garden



Vote now!

Peeps of the world join hands! Start a love train!

Yeah!! It's that time again for the Peep Off. Easter has kind of snuck up on me this year. Guess I'm not doing enough shopping because I'm sure the stores are full of Easter accouterments. Baskets galore!

So hopefully at this point ya'll know the drill. Make a diorama or art project featuring Peeps and take a sweet picture! (get it? sweet.... yuck yuck) Email me the picture at peepsshow@gmail.com.

Cut off for entries: March 28th
Voting: Begins on the 29th.
Winner announced: April 3rd.

Winner gets glory and goodies. Let the games begin.

Unfortunate nickname

Last night Josh and I are settling into bed and I remarked about how I can feel the baby when I poke my stomach. Josh goes on this rant about how if our son comes out bruised or misshaped that it is my fault for always trying to touch him. We laugh and I start to fall asleep and the next thing I know Josh is poking my guts trying to feel. So jokingly I smacked his hand and said, "Don't poke the baby!" To which, without a moments hesitation I might add, Josh says, "It won't hurt him. He has on a meat helmet." Yes, my husband referred to me as a meat helmet. That folks is true romance.

Mega Jug!

I swear I'm not the only one having cravings in the family. Josh can't get enough chicken right now. He loves him some chicken. We were collecting some dinner the other night and Josh really wanted KFC, something I can't eat. We hit the drive through and Josh said, "I want the number #5 and the biggest drink they have." So I get looking at the menu and their is S, M, L and Mega Jug. Being snarky I ordered Josh the Mega Jug, and boy are they not kidding. It is HUGE! Seriously could drown the thirst of 3 grown men. It is half a gallon of soda. Josh took one look at it and said, "I'm drinking that whole thing!" But, no he only was able to drink a quarter of a gallon of soda. And bless him for not drinking it all, smart smart man.