Opinions Of The Masses

Today Hod and I were able to find out the gender of #2.  Pretty much everyone and their pet dolphin has been guessing that this little one is a boy.  I'm carrying this pregnancy different, my morning sickness has been completely different, and everyone just has this feeling.  One of Hod's Aunts has even started telling everyone that we are having a boy.

Well, the results are in!

Everyone (including me and Hod) was wrong!  We are very surprised.  I'm not sure why we all thought it was a boy, but this kid is very much a girl.  Hod is now having nightmares about the teen years when we are all PMS-ing at the same time.  I think he and my Dad could bond a bit.  Pfft, let's be honest, I'm not looking forward to the teen years.  I was raised with 2 sisters who are just under 12 months apart, and that was a bit scary.  One sister was just mad at the world, and the other cried a lot.  It was a bad combination.  But it didn't last too long, and now they are great friends.

Hod's Mom is very excited.  My Mom... well she isn't answering her phone... I'll keep trying, but just in case, "Hey, Mom, it's a girl!"

At least we don't have to put a boy in our very girly car seat :)

We better find some girl names.  Good thing we have another 20 weeks to pick one... well, at least narrow it down.

Here We Go Again.... Again!

Exactly 11 days ago, Hod had a phone interview for a job.  The manager wanted to meet Hod in person and offer him the job.  We flew the 1200 miles (well a few more than that because of a layover) to meet with him.  After a pretty ghetto hotel, our first (and second) taxi ride, and an impossible game of "find a replacement shoelace" we pretty much had a job.  As for finding the shoelace, we searched every store in one airport and asked around and searched a ton of stores in another airport.  No shoelaces anywhere.  How does that make sense?  There are a ton of business men who need to fly, and they could always lose a shoelace.  However, it was not to be.  Hod flew on 2 flights without a shoelace.

Anyway, we are moving within 3 weeks.  I haven't even really started packing, cause we got back, Hod had surgery, we went to a viewing and funeral, and after all of this I just needed a day off for a break.  Today was glorious.  It's sad that tomorrow I have to get going.  I need to learn how to pack with a 10 month old baby.  We still have to live, but we need to box it all up.  With Hod's surgery he is unable to lift anything over 10 lbs.  Lucky for me #1 weighs about 18 lbs.  My muscles are getting pretty awesome :)

So, here come the changes again.  This time it is going to be bigger than ever.  A new city hundreds of miles away from anywhere we've ever lived.  Finding an apartment online is entertaining.  Well, and frustrating.  However, my super nice Dad has found a trailer and offered to make the drive with us so we don't have to pay tons-o-cash to get our stuff to our new place.  Mom is going to make the drive too, and then they are going to party it up in their old mission grounds.  Family is pretty much amazing.

So, even though I have been pretty much absent in the blogging world, it is probably going to get worse before it gets better.  If I find something hilarious to tell you all about, I'll make an appearance.  Otherwise I'll say hello from my new place!

Missing From My Life

Today I drove my sister L5 to the airport.  On the way home I was listening to my iPod with her transmitter.  As I rounded a corner I heard an OLD commercial.  I figured that I had just hit an actual radio station for a second. However, upon further inspection, I discovered that I actually owned this song.  Hidden under the title of "Me and My Shadow" by Frank Sinatra was this:




I couldn't believe it.  What was even stranger was when I discovered that I have supposedly listened to this "song" 13 times on my computer.  I have no memory of hearing it once.  Well, not since the 80's.  So, if any of you have some Zestfully Clean needs, I can hook you up with the song.

Probably one of the most random discoveries in my life.

What's A Mini Van?

*My brain thinks of very strange things late at night.*

Most of my family knows that I hate going to the bathroom.  (Probably didn't see that one coming, did you?)  There are just SO many things I would rather do with my time.  I mean, think about it, what do you get out of it? (I mean, besides the obvious physical benefits.)  But you go, you sit there a few minutes, and then you leave.  How boring.  I am so bugged about this that at one point my sister L7 and I figured out how much time I had wasted on the pot.  That was a few years ago, so with my recalculations of 4 times a day, 2 minutes per time (and I think that is a pretty low estimate), taking away 3 years because I wasn't toilet trained the first few years of my life, I have spent 51 days of my life on the toilet.  FIFTY-ONE!  And I'm sure that number is a lot higher, especially since I have spent roughly 15 of the last 24 months as a pregnant lady, and we all know they are making more than 4 trips.  I want that time back.  What would you do if you suddenly had 51 free days to spend?

So, I have this opinion, but I really know that God knows what he is doing.  There has to be some way to get stuff out of our bodies.  If there wasn't we'd all be roughly the size of the Goodyear blimp.  That would pretty much make it impossible to do anything that we need to do.  We would all look so funny, cause if you were that wide and we were still only the heights we currently are.... we'd all look like footballs.  Can you imagine how large our houses would have to be?  And what about cars?  Large families would not be able to have a mini van, there would be no such thing.  Just a bus that is as wide as a football field.  And interstates?  A 4 lane highway would be a mile wide.

Guess this whole going to the bathroom thing is good.  But I still wish there was another way.