Friday, June 27, 2008

Worst part of the day

The worst part of the day is definitely getting ready for bed. I get so tired and the last thing I want to do is go use the bathroom for what feels like forever.

I hate it so much that I often go upstairs and take a nap before getting ready for bed just to prepare myself. Anything to postpone the awfulness.

Hopefully someday there will be some way to get ready for bed "automatically."

Saturday, June 21, 2008

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Airport Security "Issue"

We went to Arizona last week to visit Joe, Lucia, and Noah. I left on Sunday and Rachel stayed until Tuesday. Since she was going to have to travel with the baby, she sent as much stuff home with me as possible. I filled up the big suitcase with 54 pounds of stuff. Apparently, the limit is 50 pounds. So the guy made me take stuff out. I opened the suitcase and the only thing that made sense for me to carry was the breast pump. It was a discrete, black case with a convenient shoulder strap. And, it weighed about 5 pounds.

That's right, so I had a single carry-on item while traveling alone; a breast pump.

To make things worse it caused a big hold-up on the security checkpoint! The guy doing the X-ray machine thought it was a bomb or something. After scanning it 3 times he wanted more information. It was very noisy so he yelled out, "Who does this belong to?" I signalled to him that it was mine. He yelled, "What is it?"

Everyone seemed to pause and look at me, awaiting my reply. "A breast pump," I muttered under my breath.

"What?" He couldn't hear me.

"A BREAST PUMP." I had to yell it out for him to hear. He looked at me funny and called over another security guard to do a more thorough check. Apparently, they don't get many single men travelling with breast pumps.

Luckily, the second security guard was a woman, so she seemed much more understanding. She opened it up and gave it a quick glance and sent me on my way. But the damage had already been done.

Saturday, June 07, 2008

Stolen Trash Bin

This week when the garbage truck came to get our trash, the mechanical arm of the truck that empties the contents of the bin into the back of the truck lost its grip on the bin and it fell right in! I happened to be looking out the window right as it happened and saw it fall.

The garbage truck sat there for about 5 minutes. It looked like the guy was trying to decide what to do. Then he just drove away. After about an hour he came back and sat in front of the house for another 5 minutes. Then he continued on to the neighbors on his regular route. But he never got the trash can out.

I called the city and luckily they brought out a new one within 2 days.

Monday, June 02, 2008

Pew Segregation

So, last week I went to my brother's ward for church to see their baby blessed. Because I have the attention span of a 5 year old and also because people are pretty dang interesting to look at, I found myself studying the congregation. You know how families usually have their designated benches, well, there was an elderly designated area. I'm totally serious. On one of the rows there were married elderly couples, and on the row behind them there were several, I'm assuming, widowed elderly ladies. It was hilarious.

Also, since I'm talking about designated benches, my huge family took up several benches in the middle of the chapel and right before sacrament started I noticed several people walking up to the benches we were in and staring at us with confusion. One guy literally stood there for like 5 minutes like he didn't know what to do with himself since we had stolen his seat. I could just feel their accusing stares

My Buff Baby

Yesterday while at a family dinner one of my little nephews came over to Joshua and looked at his chubby arms and commented on what big muscles he had. Aren't kids so cute!

For more sweet funnies, here's a link to another cute, but not quite accurate, child observation: