Ryan's Tail

For somebody who hates cats...he spends an awful lot of time doing really silly things to amuse them.

Blueberry Does Some Gardening

It's well established that I usually can't grow things. My mom jokes that she's able to kill plastic flowers, except she's not joking. I inherited that from her.

Cindy has a theory, though. That Blueberry is the gardener...gardening vicariously through me.

I swear the window is not that dirty on the inside. I just can't reach the outside.

The window doesn't look as bad here...

The basil is great. It's been bruschetta-ed a couple of times now. The parsley is finally growing up instead of sideways. That's a bonus.

This kid has skills.

Wedding Party

I stole the basis of this idea from Katy and Sean's fabulous website for their wedding...with a little twist (because we're a little twisted).

My matron of honor. This is us back in the glory days of football cheerleading. We were hot.

A lovely bridesmaid. I realized this is the only picture of Lindsay that I have. I think it has to do with us b oth being a little camera shy. Put us together and we're more elusive than the Loch Ness Monster.


Ooh! Another bridesmaid. Look how cute she was. What happened? Just kidding! Hey, it's almost time for you to wear the awful, nearly-pink, polyester robe. Good job, kid!


Ryan and his best man. Circa early 1980's. You were cute, too. Again, what happened? Behave yourself...I have other, much more incriminating, photos of you, sir!


Funny thing about this picture is Pat still looks like trouble ten years later. That's what I like about him.


I'm in search of a picture of Ryan and BT together in which Ryan is not dressd like a pimp and appears to be chugging a 40. If anybody has any good leads...you know, something really dorky from way back would be great...let me know!

Burnin' Down the House

Well, not the house, but the place I spend a lot of time.

My little wonders in 7th grade decided that the day the assistant superintendent came to observe me teaching would be a good day to set one of the stoves on fire. They broke my 5 year streak.

It was an accident, really. They were just measuring the oil a little too close to the stove that happened to be on. We've had a big talk (again) about kitchen safety and proper measuring techniques. They think it's cool that I know how to use a fire extinguisher.

I suppose it's not all bad. How many teachers get to prove that they can handle an emergency in front of administrators? Then again, how many people have things in their rooms that catch on fire easily? I get the most sympathy from the shop guys and the chemistry teachers!

They managed not to set anything ablaze today while they made their pizza dough. That might have something to do with the fact that they didn't turn on the stove, but I still think it counts.

45 Days

Well, there's now forty-five days until the wedding.

We have a DJ.

We have a referee...we're meeting her for dinner next week.

I have a dress (while this is true, I'm uncertain as to whether or not I'm going to be able to get it zipped around my even more ample than usual bustline...it's karma for making fun of maternity wedding gowns.).

We have a wedding party (half of whom also have dresses...Sean looks great in his! Just kidding...although that would make for a much more amusing evening.).

Ryan has tuxes squared away.

We're working on invitations and finishing up addresses. Ryan likes wedding registry sites. He's been cut off, actually. He needs to address some envelopes!

We're having a wedding shower.

I think we have bartenders...not that it matters to me anymore.

We looked at wedding bands. They're expensive, by the way.

We have cake and food. That's the part I'm excited for since I can't drink! Oh, and that thing about getting married to the greatest guy ever...that's pretty exciting, too!

We might actually make it.

Blueberry Explained

It occurs to me that some of you are confused by the Blueberry references.

When we first realized that I was "in the family way" Ryan asked me a question about the baby. I don't even remember exactly what it was, but my response was essentially that the baby was approximately the size of a blueberry at the time (she's about the size of fig now).

Thus, Blueberry.

It's already sticking.

Kitty on a Leash

The lady across the way from us has a gray and white kitty. We know this because kitty goes out on a long red leash.


The pictures are a little fuzzy because I was trying to take them inconspicuously through a window, but you get the idea.


The girls love to sit and watch kitty. Ryan keeps offering to take them outside, but I don't think that's a good idea.

I put Gigi on a leash once. Have you ever seen a fish flopping around on the end of a line? It was a little like that.

I Know You're Out There

Really. I see you.

Well, most of you. Some of you are out there and we didn't even know it. Apparently, our readership is even wider than we suspected.

Know why?

It's because you never leave COMMENTS!

Jeez! You make the crazy pregnant lady do ALL the work. I see how it is.

Something's Growing On

Besides that!

For a long time, I've been unable to grow plants. Not just unable...I've killed cacti. Sue has plants I don't even sit that close to. I thought that my body emitted some kind of toxin that destroys plants on the molecular level.

I was wrong.


I've actually managed to grow some things. The following pictures are actually a week or two old, so most of the plants are even bigger. I even used some of the basil in the bruschetta I made for dinner tonight.

This is the cat nip. Not really hard to grow, but it's going crazy! Makes kitties happy.



Happy kitties help out with the planting.


I think this is the oregano. It smells like (wait for it!) oregano. That's pretty cool.


Ad here's George, the mint plant that started it all. He's getting too big for his coffee cup.


I have some lavender that's doing really well. The basil is all over the place. There's rosemary that's finally doing something. The parsley is getting somewhere finally. I'm pretty impressed. I actually need a couple more cool cups to put a few more odds and ends into.

And Sue's cactus-y thing is still alive!

Baby Sitter

Making her (we don't actually know that...won't for a while, either...I just like to mess with Ryan) blog debut...the fetus currently referred to as "Blueberry."

It's a sick, cruel joke to make pregnant women drink 32 ounces of water. But, that's how they get these nifty little pictures, so I guess it was worth it.


She's in a good position in the uterus and her heart is beating as fast as it should. Squirmy little twerp. I think the sonographer was having a tough time getting her.


So far so good. She's due in mid-November. We've started negotiating names. I have another appointment today to go over all the tests they did on the gallon of blood that the drew. We have a level 2 ultrasound and fetal echocardiograph scheduled for June. There's a couple more, but they're not as cool.

I'm good, too. I haven't actually gotten sick yet...that's a bonus. The smell of cooking chicken makes me want to barf, though...which is a problem because that's what we usually eat 3 nights a week, at least. I'm exhausted even when I don't do anything and all I want to do is eat fruit or steak (or cheese mustard crackers, but that's not just a prego thing, I swear!). I cry at dog food commercials and Ryan thinks I'm crazy (he thought that anyways, but...).

Babies suck out your brains. I get stupider every day. You should see the number of words I've misspelled. It's incredible. I wore two different color shoes to school the other day.

This oughtta be good.