Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Friday, April 24, 2009
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Saturday, April 11, 2009
On the way there, we were worried that there wouldn't be enough snow to snowmobile in. Turned out we needn't have been worried. The snow where Hayley is sledding down the walkway was about as tall as her before it was shoveled.
And of course, always time for some snow angels:
Now, if I was just a cutesy poster, the post would stop there, but I do like to keep things real. The trip was not all fun and games. On Sunday at about 12:30 my mom and stepdad took off on the snowmobiles to go for a ride. Here's how the rest of my day went:
2:30: Started to expect them back.
3:30: Started to worry.
4:30: Started to be a wreck.
5:30: Decided to actually do something.
Bundled up Hayley, and started to hike out through the three foot snow, down to the little convience store about two miles away, to see if they'd sent anyone to the hospital due to a snowmobiling accident. Of course, as soon as we left the cabin, they showed up about ten minutes later.
Turned out both of the snowmobiles broke down about an hour into their jaunt, and they had been walking for the last four. A nice man gave us a ride in his Rhino back to the cabin (Yes, we accepted a ride from a stranger. Don't tell your children.) where my mom and stepdad were safe and sound, although exhausted and sunburned. Being pretty late in the day, we decided to wait until the next morning to get a rental snowmobile (one that was not from the 1970's, like, ahem, the ones we have), snowmobile up the mountain, tow the two of our snowmobiles down, and ferry all of us and all of our stuff from the cabin to the car. Good times.
I missed work on Monday due to this emergency vacation. Thankfully I was able to track down someone who had cell phone service to get a message to my school that I wouldn't be there. Thanks to my team for covering my bum. Nothing like creating your own Spring Break, eh?
I told my mom we're not going to the cabin in the winter anymore ever again, or until they get some new snowmobiles, whichever comes first. She totally agreed.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Some of you know that a BOY wasn't necessarily what we were hoping for, but I'm getting used to the idea of having one of each. (We are done after this one.) Actually I'm really excited!
Now if we could just agree on a name...
Hayley has the same initials as me, so I kind of want to keep the tradition and have this little boy's initials be the same as Jeremy's, which are J.D. So far I've vetoed James Dean and Johnny Danger, and Jeremy has vetoed Jackson Daniel. (Which I really like. I may keep working on him.) Any other ideas?
Oh, I also vetoed Elliot Timothy, that my dad suggested. Think about those initials and you'll figure out why. At least you will if you remember the Drew Barrymore, child actress, era.
And the cutie pie girl name Ashley Hannah is up for grabs. Please someone use it on their upcoming little girl, or spread the word to your pregnant friends.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
For quite a while, it has seemed to me that customer service is a dying art. It was bound to happen in these days of takeout and internet shopping. I guess it's not entirely bad, but it makes me kind of sad. Mostly because I know that I really enjoyed helping people when the roles were reversed.
Lately I've been looking for some cute pregnancy jeans. Let me tell you that there are lots of pregnancy capris out on stores right now, but I'll also tell you that capris won't be working for my ankles (Okay, fine. What will then be "cankles.") in a few months, so no sense on buying those. Tonight I went to Motherhood Maternity in the Southtowne Mall, where I met Emily. She is the cutest, sweetest, most understanding sales associate that I've had the pleasure of purchasing anything from in quite a while. She listened to what I actually wanted, didn't try to sell me what I didn't want, actually had an opinion on what I tried on, and acted like she loved her job in a way that I don't think she was faking it.
Why is this such a big deal to me? Honestly, I don't know. But this post goes out to all the Emilys that can make someone's day just by doing their job and doing it well. Thanks for all you do. It really is appreciated.