What you do...

when your husband's in Romania. If you've visited Jessica's blog today you probably saw the craziness that occurred last night. The craziest part about these videos is that it all occurred before 1:00am. I hope you enjoy.






Watch out though we're like Walt Disney you never know when we'll open up the vault and bring out another installment.

Hormones On The Loose

I know I haven't blogged in awhile, but I've been a little distracted with Matt leaving for Romania with the youth. Anyone who knows me knows that I am petrified of flying and even more scared of people I love (i.e. Matt) flying, especially LONG distances. Before Matt left the pregnancy hormones were in full gear. Everything Matt said triggered my tear ducts. The day before Matt left we decided to spend the whole day together cuddling on the couch and watching movies. Actually, we cuddled for like 30 minutes and the rest of the time we set on opposite sides of the couch. We all know Matt's not the cuddling kind. Anyways, we ended up watching a movie about a guy who started selling drugs to support his family, but his plan backfired because he ended up going to jail for life. His daughter was so mad at him that she never came to visit him. I know it was the "feel good" movie of the year...not. Well after the movie was over we both felt very uplifted and took a time out on the movie watching. About five minutes later I look over at Matt with worry in my eyes and ask with all seriousness, "Have you ever thought about selling drugs?" He looks at me and says, "Seriously?" I precede to go into a rant about how I never won't him to feel that he has to sell drugs to make money for us. By this point I'm crying pretty hard and finally get him to promise me that he'll never sell drugs. It's crazy because during our conversation I remember thinking "I'm being completely rational. This is a very serious concern. This could happen." About an hour later I finally realize that I was being pretty ridiculous and Matt and I had a good laugh about it.

So, that's my funny story for the week. I'm doing better a lot better than I thought with Matt being gone. I've realized that I have the most important job of all and that's praying for him and the group and the lives that they will touch. I know that he is where God wants him to be right now and I'm so proud of him for doing so. Another thing that has been so evident in just the couple days he's been gone is that I have some AMAZING friends. I don't show or tell them enough how much they mean to me. For example, on Saturday I had a yard sale with my family. It wasn't a big deal, it was just something to distract me, get junk out of my house and of course make some extra cash. During the sale Sarah stopped by to give me some much needed comedy relief, which doesn't seem big but I think she knew it was something I really needed. A couple of hours later Amy calls and leaves a me message telling me that she was thinking about me and wanted to see how I was doing. It was a simple message, but much needed. About 30 minutes later Jessica calls to see how the sale went. All three of these incidents got me thinking about how incredibly blessed I am. God definitely knew what He was doing when He put my friends in my life. I think we all compliment each other so well and in so many different ways. My prayer is that I'm am able to be the kind of friend they are to me.

Sushi...NEVER again!

Well, my streak has been broken. Until last night I had gone a whole 5 days with out visiting the porcelain throne. I had actually felt like doing more than watching Saved By the Bell reruns and checking everyone's blogs. So yesterday I started feeling a little brave. I hadn't had sushi in months and for some reason thought that yesterday would be a perfect day to have it. My dear in-laws picked up the sushi for us and brought it to the house. Oh it was so so yummy going down. (For all of you who are worried, the sushi I eat is not raw. No worries. I got it under control.)

while I was finishing my last piece of sushi that feeling hit the back of my throat. You know the feeling I'm talking about. It's when you're in mid chew and you start to feel like you might not be able to get the rest of the bite down, so you chew and swallow as fast as you can in hopes that you've beating the monster. Well, I did that and for a while I felt like everything was going to be okay.

About 2 hours later I had a bad headache and I was feeling very flushed. Everything in me was saying "Don't do it you'll break your streak!" Moments later I was paying homage to my friends toilet. If anyone ever wanted to know what the most disgusting thing to get sick on is, I can first hand tell you that it's sushi. Sushi use to be one of my favorite foods, but now I don't think I EVER want it again. Take my advice if there's a chance you could get sick or you have been sick, stay as far away from sushi as you can.

Betty Yates

I know that I've already blogged today, but something came up that I just had to share. I just got off the phone with my dad and for anyone that knows him knows that he always has a story to share and today was no different. Like always he asked me how I was doing and of course I use my "little girl" voice and tell him that I'm doing better than I was. We celebrate together as I tell him that I went the whole day yesterday without tossing my cookies. He then tells me that at least I haven't had to go through what his mom, my grandma, had to go through when she was pregnant with him. So, here comes story time with Randy "tenderness" Yates. When my grandma was carrying my dad, my grandpa had been laid off from his job, which was huge since my grandparents didn't have much in the first place. So, without complaint my grandma went to work. As she progressed in her pregnancy a huge ditch was being dug for sewage right before she got to her work place. There was no other way to get where she needed to go, but to go through it. Now at this point I know you're probably thinking that I'm going to say she had to walk through the sewage, but I'm not that would be completely gross. Luckily (i guess you could call it that) the workers had put down some rickety planks that went across the ditch. So, in my grandma's last couple of months of pregnancy she had to cross these planks with her big ol' belly everyday. Besides the fear of falling and hurting the baby, I'm sure the smell was not so pleasant. Now this story doesn't surprise me one bit, because my grandma has to be the toughest woman I have ever met. My dad didn't know it but when he told me that story he was really helping me put things into perspective. It made me think of the countless women in the past who had to just suck their ailments up and deal with whatever life was handing them. I truly admire my grandma and would love to have just half of the determination and strength she has

Sleep?...Not So Much

In my past life, approximately 3 months ago, I would say that one of my favorite things to do would be to curl up in my warm soft bed and cuddle up with Matt and Yoda. As soon as my head hit the pillow I would be out and wouldn't move the whole night. I was an extremely deep sleeper. Now let's fast forward 3 months into present time. My bedtime routine now consist of tossing and turning to try and get comfortable, frequent bathroom visits and rearranging Yoda so he will stop snoring. Yoda is probably my #1 annoyance when it comes to sleeping right now. My precious puppy has always sawed logs like a 300 lb man, but for some reason I'm much more sensitive to it now. It seems that every time I get in the perfect position and have finally started to drift off to sleep I'm jolted awake by this 11 lb ball of fur. The first few times this happens I give him a nice warning shake. The shaking for the most part doesn't work, so I have to then result to reshaping his body hoping that will loosen whatever is stuck in his nasal passage. My last result is to pull as hard I can on the covers and sigh very loudly in hopes to wake Matt up so he too can participate in the suffering. All hopes of getting a good night's sleep is out the window at this point as Matt pulls the covers back, turns over and begins snoring in unison with Yoda. I think I might be investing in some ear plugs in the very near future.

"umm...so how does this work?"

My first ever post! I'm not sure if I'm doing this exactly right, but I'm sure Jessica will tell me exactly what I'm doing wrong. So, since this is my first post I thought I would start it out with a lighthearted and somewhat humorous pregnancy story. I like to title this story "Peaches." About 3 weeks ago, I started getting the whole morning sickness (more like all day sickness) deal. One day as Matt and I were driving back to our house I suddenly felt the whole can of peaches I had just consumed start to creep back up out of my stomach. I told matt to pull over and I proceeded to "discard" my peaches. Thinking that I was finished with business Matt started driving again. All of a sudden panic hit me as I felt round #2 coming. I reached for the door but found that it was locked. It was then that I put my hand up to my mouth, which at the time seemed like a good idea. Seconds later and explosion of peaches came through my fingers covering me and the dashboard. To the left of me I hear my supportive husband say, "Whoa!" Not knowing what to do with myself I start to cry and tell Matt not to look at me for fear that he might never look at me the same. We make it home peaches and all. Later on, I finally find the humor in it all and Matt tells me that the whole way home it took all he had not to bust out laughing. Now, most of you will find this story extremely gross and I did too at the time, but the more I think about it the more I realize something. God knows that as women we will endure some not so pleasant times during our pregnancies, but I think God gave Matt and I that story to help lighten things up. It helps me remember that all the sickness, emotions and pain is so incredibly worth the end result. So, this post could be the first and last post you read of mind depending on your gag reflex. Don't worry though my post won't always be about being sick...I hope ; )