Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Wishful Thinking

Tonight, I am motivated.
Tonight, I lugged at least 25 loads of stuff  down and up [and sometimes down again] the 13 stairs and 2 steps to our 'second bedroom'.
The room that needs to be cleared out before I lose my mind.
Also, before our landlords arrive this weekend.

At this rate, I may be back in shape before Amy's wedding.

Or at least I'll have some awesome before and after photo's.

Stay tuned :-]

Saturday, May 22, 2010

Just an observation

"No one in Seattle carries an umbrella! They just all walk around soaking wet!!
You know how you can tell who the out of towners are? THEY HAVE UMBRELLAS!!"

He makes me laugh.

And, he's so right.

Mel, No he did not see any banana slugs.
(Actually he said "uhh, I don't think so?" which is obviously a NO, because you would remember if you saw one!)
And EW at you for bringing them up!

Friday, May 21, 2010


Last weekend Mark needed to do some shopping for a business trip to Seattle.
Sidenote: This is kind of a sore subject with me. While I am SO happy he had the opportunity to visit the great state of Washington for the first time, I was pretty much heartbroken that I wouldn't be going with him. My mother's entire family lives in the Pacific Northwest and while we visited practically yearly as kids, I have not been to see them in at least 6 years. And I miss it. BIG.

Moving on....

Lately I have been bored with the music in my current collection. [Which is like 30 cd's. shutup. I'm working on it.] And as we're heading out I mention that I want to run past our new favorite music store, 'The Exchange'. I have purchased multiple cd's here for CHEAP. Some of them used, which works just fine for me. It often feels like the goodwilling of music. You really have to sift and pay attention, but there are treasures there!
So before hitting the mall, Mark pulled into the strip mall parking lot of this store.
Except he didn't park in the right place.
I'm getting out of the truck, a confused look on my face, and he finally pipes up. 'Let's run into that bird store!'.  I roll my eyes, sigh, and agree.
Birds are not my favorite animals. They kind of freak me out, honestly.

We enter the store, and there are birdcages Everywhere. I'm shoving my clammy hands so far down into my jacket pockets, I'm afraid I might rip the seam. There are little birds, medium birds, big birds, and birds almost as big as me. [okay, that's an exaggeration, but whatever, the thing was cracking open a WALNUT with it's BEAK, what up DANGEROUS.]

There is a little girl walking around with a bird chilling on her shoulder and I'm about to have an anxiety attack just looking at it.
At this point I would obviously like to leave. Or hide.
No such luck, because shortly thereafter we came upon this:


World, meet Tookie. 
She is an almost one year old Amazon Tucuman.
And go figure, we somehow bonded IMMEDIATELY with the bird in the store that is described as "stubborn, headstrong, and shy around those it doesn't know".  
Except, she was letting Mark pet her. She was pushing her head down against the bars of her cage so he would rub her neck. And I took my clammy hands out of the depths of my pockets, and I touched her fluffy little neck. 
An employee walking by was mildly shocked that Tookie was being so friendly with us, and decided to get her out. Eventually she ended up hanging out on my arm for about 5 minutes, while I shook uncontrollably. 
But that was all it took. I was hooked. 
To an $850 bird, that is pretty much  an avian version of myself.

Even better, Mark loves her too.
This is all his fault for taking me in there in the first place!
He knows better than to let me get attached to an animal!

I went back to the store today. Eventually, after chatting with the very sweet 9 year old with the bird on her shoulder, I grew enough courage to ask one of the employees to assist me in getting Tookie out. She ended up on my arm after some warming up time, and her intelligence shocked me.
She continuously pulled at the left sleeve of my sweater with her beak. In the exact same spot the zipper [a toy to her] on my jacket had been the previous time we visited. 
The employee's say this is a good sign. That possibly she remembered me. That she is warming up. 

So, I've decided if I can't have her,
[because really, I can't. Birds are a huge commitment, and Amazons could live up to 50 years!!!]
then I will go to the bird store more frequently just to 'play' with her. Hopefully this will help her become more accustomed to people handling her. And even more hopefully that will lead to someone purchasing her. 

I guess I just thought you should know the back story before I start posting a bunch of pictures of a bird all over the place. :-]

Thursday, May 20, 2010


I read something really powerful on CNN today.
Some of my readers may feel this a bit controversial.
You have been warned.

I am not really looking to have a debate with anyone regarding my personal beliefs or views. Not yet anyways.

I just think someone needed to say this. And she said it beautifully.

Jennifer Knapp, My Take: On fear, faith and being gay


Friday, May 7, 2010

Thursday - Picture Post

Thursday was a good day. A very good day.

Thursday, after work, I went over to my sister's house, where I knew two little munchkins would be waiting to play. 

Sidenote: I am so unbelievably lucky that her new house is just minutes from my and Mark's place. (is that correct grammar?) I can now go visit my sister, and/or my niece and nephew pretty much whenever I feel like it.
[Not so fortunate with the other sister. MEL! MOVE CLOSER TO MEEEEE!!!!]

CoCo's new house is beautiful, and it already feels like a home. 
But Thursday was not the kind of day for staying inside. No no, Thursday was for being outside, in the beautiful sunshine, running and laughing and being entertained by LIFE. 
Their joy is inspiring, their laughter infectious. The stories they tell, and the random things that come out of Katie's mouth, are Genius. Their snuggles are some of the very best in the whole world. 

They are the best kind of therapy for anything that ails you.

[I know it's kind of evil to take pictures of him when he's crying, but he's such a cute crier!!!]

Loves the Momma.

Dance baby, dance.

They have taught me more about life then any of us will ever be able to teach them.
And, I am so thankful for every moment. 


Wednesday, May 5, 2010

my name is...*

*Inspired by this post over at May you live all the days of your life 

Brittany, and I was born without a center of balance.
You think I'm kidding, but I'm not.

So far, my only advantage has been that I have strong bones.
My sisters and brothers,  on the other hand, have hospital records that will prove we are a bunch of klutz's. We were born with it. Swear.
Even Carter was gifted with the ability to fall from just about anything. [God bless him.]

I'm sure I could blame this on my parents, for the genes, or for not forcing me to stay in sports.
Or on that one time I was 'pushed' off those stairs and broke my arm. 
At the age of two. 
[I do use this as my excuse as to why I don't trust the left side of my body. Broke my left arm! Makes perfect sense. To me...]
Or on whatever is wrong with my inner ear that causes me to not be able to read in the car, or scuba dive to depths below 60 feet without excruciating pain.

But the truth is, I'VE NEVER REALLY TRIED.
And when you finally just TRY, just put yourself out there, and believe in yourself
Amazing things happen...

[Slacklining. Go youtube that and waste an hour of your life in awe.]

and a few of Mark, who was born with a center of balance

Go try something today that you didn't think you could do.
Surprise yourself.
It's so worth it.