Just saw the "junk guy" drive by. He and his assistant junk guy cruise down our alley every day in an old grey F150 looking for random items people leave out for pick up. Most of the time its actually quite convenient, but without fences around some yards I'm sure it's a little dicey for him sometimes. For instance, what startled me about seeing him today was the huge basketball hoop (like this one) he had hanging out from the truckbed. Not sure if that was really left for him or not.
I'm guessing that explains how our old BBQ disappeared though.
Monday, June 30, 2008
Hmm
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Frequently Asked Pregnancy Questions
Q: Is Mr. Anderson the father?
A: How dare you, yes.
Q: When are you due?
A: Dec. 2
Q: How are you feeling?
A: Apart from the back thing, the fact that I can't sleep (hence me up at 4 am now), the fact that most food repulses me, and and the morning sickness, I'm OK. It definitely hasn't been a glorious Angelina Jolie pregnancy, though.
Q: Any nicknames?
A: The Gote, Triscuit, Wyatt, Wyetta, Wynotta, WhyIOtta, (Thanks to my father-in-law, anything that can be derived from "Wyatt".)
Q: Are you going to name it Wyatt?
A: No
Q: Then why are you calling it Wyatt?
A: Only 5 minutes after finding out we are going to have a baby, my FIL declared we should name it Wyatt. That inevitably set off a traditional Anderson naming game - which means it's going to be called Wyatt for a little while, then Wyatt begins to turn into every nickname the family can think of for Wyatt. It's hard to explain, but truly hilarious.
Q: Are you craving anything?
A: Bourbon. Specifically, Maker's Mark.
Q: Hahah. That's funny. Seriously, what are you craving?
A: Seriously, Bourbon. It smells like heaven.
Q: You're not drinking Bourbon are you?
A: Ummmm. Of course not. Noooo.
Q: Are you showing?
A: That depends. I think I just look like I had a burrito for lunch, but the other day while I was looking at a summer dress, a 19 year-old Nordstrom saleswoman called me out with "I have a couple of pregnant ladies who also have bought that dress. It works well for maternity!" DOH!
Q: Do they know at work?
A: Well, the Nordstrom girl freaked me out. So I'm telling everyone this week.
Q: Wait -- are you still flying to Denver?
A: Yes.
Q: What? How?
A: Very carefully.
Q: That must suck.
A: Was that a question?
Q: You're not going to keep doing that, are you?*
A: I'm modifying my schedule slowly. Over the next few months, I'll be working more and more from home. By October 1, I'll be working from home entirely.
Q: Are you going to find out if its a girl or a boy?
A: Nope. We're going to be surprised.
Q: How does your mother like that?
A: She thinks we're crazy, and has just decided to assume it's a girl. If it ends up being a boy, it will have to be cool enough to wear pink.
* Actually, this question has only been asked (in horror) by my mom.
Sunday, June 08, 2008
Much better than an MRI, don't you think?
There's been a little confusion about the previous post. Sadly, no, my back hasn't completely healed. While I'm much better than I was, I still have to go to physical therapy, and I'm still in some pain. The picture in the last post was actually taken the day before my back went out. (Lordy, if only I could go back and warn myself to quit jumping and lie down!) Of more significance though... that picture was also taken when I was...
FIVE WEEKS PREGNANT!
Yup. Except for this whole herniated disc thing, everything's going along perfectly.
OK, seriously, the back was (obviously) a worrisome complication earlier in the pregnancy, but in the last few weeks my team of doctors (OB, Back Surgeon, Physiatrist, Rehab folks, etc) have all reassured me that this is going to be OK.
This ultrasound picture was taken at 12 weeks. I'm almost 15 weeks now. We're due Dec. 2. And we're thrilled.
Sunday, June 01, 2008
Thanks again, Mom and Dad.
Construction on the upstairs bedrooms is finally finished! To celebrate, I thought I'd share the photos below.
Years ago, my parents added an entire second story to our childhood home in LA. To this day, I remember how excited I was at the prospect of getting my own room (which is I'm sure what was going through my mind when my dad snapped this shot).
As excited as I look in this picture, I can assure you it is only now that I appreciate what an enormous ordeal that project must have been for my parents. Because here I am over 25 years later -- just as thrilled with progress on my own dream home, but in my head is "Holy crap. Yes it's great, but oy, we're going to be paying for it until we're 80, aren't we?"
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