So tomorrow I start my 10 day summer vacation. Sure doesn't stack up against the 3 month vacations we used to get when we were kids, but I'll take what I can get these days. Rachel and I are off on a road trip to Fraser, Colorado. Fraser is a tiny little mountain town with not much around it. We're meeting other members of her family there for a relaxing week of doing not much. Should be great. Plus, I used to work at a ski resort not that far from there, so I plan on seeing some people I used to work with.
In other news, congrats to the OSU baseball team for winning another national championship. It's hard to wrap your head around what the team just did....but with the way the ended the regular season and eked their way into the tournament, it's the equivalent of what George Mason did a few years ago in getting to the Final Four. Only we won. Two years in a row. The team is fun to watch, for the most part they stay out of trouble (Mike Lissman is getting a bad rap in my opinion.....he was just following his mother's lead. He was wrong, and he was punished by the legal system. He didn't need to be suspended, especially for a first offense.) and they're mostly local kids. Plus, they've made baseball relevant in Oregon. I heard that little league participation in Oregon is at an all time high. That's great, because so many kids were abandoning baseball for individual sports like skateboarding. Baseball is a fantastic game, and I'm so happy that more people are discovering a love and appreciation for it.
One thing I've discovered over the past few days is that women love Darwin Barney and Mitch Canham. I'm pretty sure they will have no problem getting endorsement deals if they make the big leagues. The women at work were swooning over the two of them for the past few weeks. Rachel also commented on the difference in their appeal. "Darwin is more cute attractive, like a little kid. Mitch is more of a "put your wedding ring in your pocket" attractive.
I don't think we'll be going to too many Eugene Emeralds games this summer.
I also downloaded this biorythms application for my facebook account. Apparently these rythms are based on your birthdate and I'm not sure what else. There are three different rythms: physical, emotional, and intellectual. According to my biorythms, I'm about as low as you can get in all three. I won't peak until November 2008. Great. Not like I'm going to need my energy this year.
Alright, I'm out for 10 days....try to survive without my blogs. I know they keep you guys going sometimes. After all, everyone needs a little of the Snacks every now and then!
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Baby Updates
couple quick things about the baby:
We're over halfway through the pregnancy......according to the literature we've read, the baby is about the size of cucumber. Rachel swears it's bigger.
I felt it move for the first time the other day. I don't think I've been that excited to feel something since the first time......well, let's just say I was really excited.
At our early pregnancy class last night, I was comforted to find out that every father there was hoping to have a boy....so I'm not alone in this.
Remember how we were going to repaint the nursery that brown with the squares of color? Well, after we got started, Rachel decided it needed to be brighter. So we ended up with the pastel explosion. If the baby ever falls asleep, it'll be a miracle
We're over halfway through the pregnancy......according to the literature we've read, the baby is about the size of cucumber. Rachel swears it's bigger.
I felt it move for the first time the other day. I don't think I've been that excited to feel something since the first time......well, let's just say I was really excited.
At our early pregnancy class last night, I was comforted to find out that every father there was hoping to have a boy....so I'm not alone in this.
Remember how we were going to repaint the nursery that brown with the squares of color? Well, after we got started, Rachel decided it needed to be brighter. So we ended up with the pastel explosion. If the baby ever falls asleep, it'll be a miracle
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
18 days to my first anniversary and barely hanging on
Many times I've wondered aloud how I duped Rachel into marrying me. I mean, she had three years to realize she was entering a bad situation. Yet she still said yes. Now, I'm wondering why she's still married to me. With a child on the way, she must feel like she's about to become a single mother of two.
Yesterday Rachel woke me up on her way out the door to work. "Honey, before you leave, can you turn the crock pot on?" A simple enough request. I say yes, then roll over and go back to sleep.
10 minutes later, I realize that I better get out of bed now, or I'll go back to dreaming about building a pirate ship in math class with my high school prom date again and forget the whole crock pot thing. So I get out of bed and hit the elliptical. Nothing to keep the brain firing on all cylinders like a little exercise right? I turn on the music player and start ellipticizing, or whatever you call it.
I think my thought process over the next 5 minutes went something like this:
"Man this is hard to do at 6 in the morning!"
"Why can't I turn the crock pot on now?"
"I need to shave"
"If I turned it on now, the food would be all dry and disgusting by the time we got home! Of course! This would be why she didn't turn it on herself!"
"Already burned 30 calories! Nice!"
"She's probably worried about this....last time she asked me to do this, I turned the crock pot on, but didn't plug it in.....Not this time!"
"Nothing like a little Avril Lavigne to start the morning off right!"
"Wow it's hot in here."
"I wonder how my fantasy baseball team did last night?"
At this point the crock pot was long forgotten. I didn't remember again until I talked to Rachel at lunch. She was mad, but she tried not to let me know because she could tell I was even madder at myself than she was. She's so sweet sometimes.
My punishment for ruining a perfectly good roast was to clean out said crock pot. I was doing great - until I dropped the damn thing and cracked it. You've never seen a more defeated man in your life than the one in my kitchen last night looking pitifully at a cracked crock pot while his wife laughed at him. Not that I blame her......it's about the only thing you can do in her situation. I believe her exact quote was "You know, I thought if I made you do this stuff more often, you'd get better at it, but it seems as if you get worse."
Husband of the year I tell ya.
Yesterday Rachel woke me up on her way out the door to work. "Honey, before you leave, can you turn the crock pot on?" A simple enough request. I say yes, then roll over and go back to sleep.
10 minutes later, I realize that I better get out of bed now, or I'll go back to dreaming about building a pirate ship in math class with my high school prom date again and forget the whole crock pot thing. So I get out of bed and hit the elliptical. Nothing to keep the brain firing on all cylinders like a little exercise right? I turn on the music player and start ellipticizing, or whatever you call it.
I think my thought process over the next 5 minutes went something like this:
"Man this is hard to do at 6 in the morning!"
"Why can't I turn the crock pot on now?"
"I need to shave"
"If I turned it on now, the food would be all dry and disgusting by the time we got home! Of course! This would be why she didn't turn it on herself!"
"Already burned 30 calories! Nice!"
"She's probably worried about this....last time she asked me to do this, I turned the crock pot on, but didn't plug it in.....Not this time!"
"Nothing like a little Avril Lavigne to start the morning off right!"
"Wow it's hot in here."
"I wonder how my fantasy baseball team did last night?"
At this point the crock pot was long forgotten. I didn't remember again until I talked to Rachel at lunch. She was mad, but she tried not to let me know because she could tell I was even madder at myself than she was. She's so sweet sometimes.
My punishment for ruining a perfectly good roast was to clean out said crock pot. I was doing great - until I dropped the damn thing and cracked it. You've never seen a more defeated man in your life than the one in my kitchen last night looking pitifully at a cracked crock pot while his wife laughed at him. Not that I blame her......it's about the only thing you can do in her situation. I believe her exact quote was "You know, I thought if I made you do this stuff more often, you'd get better at it, but it seems as if you get worse."
Husband of the year I tell ya.
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
Weekend
There are new developments in the rock stealing adventure. Rachel's boss used to live in our neighborhood. He knows this guy. Rachel asked him "hey do you know anything about the guy who lives behind us?" and his words were "Oh stay away from him....he's weird."
Apparently this guy has had run-ins with everyone. Rachel's boss said "as I recall, the people you bought your house from had major issues with him." Thanks for the heads up Jeanne. He also said that the guy's girlfriend used to come over and talk to him when he was in his yard and tell him that she feared for her life cause this guy was so crazy. There's also unconfirmed reports that someone died over there at one point, though I have no clue how this person died, or when this was. All in all, Rachel's rethought her plan to confront this guy. I'm wondering if we might be able to convince the homeowners association to pay for a higher fence along the back of all the houses bordering his property, since the guy sounds completely looney.
Gotta love Albany!
Apparently this guy has had run-ins with everyone. Rachel's boss said "as I recall, the people you bought your house from had major issues with him." Thanks for the heads up Jeanne. He also said that the guy's girlfriend used to come over and talk to him when he was in his yard and tell him that she feared for her life cause this guy was so crazy. There's also unconfirmed reports that someone died over there at one point, though I have no clue how this person died, or when this was. All in all, Rachel's rethought her plan to confront this guy. I'm wondering if we might be able to convince the homeowners association to pay for a higher fence along the back of all the houses bordering his property, since the guy sounds completely looney.
Gotta love Albany!
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