So for those of you who can’t tell by my handwriting … This is me … David .
So yeah it been a while since I’ve gotten behind my “compy” with the purpose of communicating to the outside world about our life . I think Tina does such a good job of being the communicator that adding my perspectives to the blog seems like overkill .
Here I am though and at such a momentous occasion . Momentous you say ? Yes I reply !! I writing in the blog!!!! Ha ha … Oh and a stupid furry mammal made an imprint in our vehicle … oh and the Buckeyes are kicking tail !! … and biggest of all I am here to announce that next March my household is going to grow to three.
So there it is !!! I have written !!!! Check out our baby page!< ----this is a link !!(click on it ;-))
EDIT: doesn’t anyone care that we’re having a BABY?!?! I’m not posting again until the PROPER number of comments have appeared.
Come over here and dispose of this mouse!!! I am currently listening to a cacophony of squeaks which is emanating from my mom’s kitchen… you may think cacophony is too strong a word, but I think not. I can only suppose it has been caught in one of her multitude of sticky traps. These sticky traps are working better this year, either that or the mice have gotten dumber. The only problem is that once they are caught there is still the dirty deed of killing them to perform! Personally, I would choose a gun if I had to do it. My mom’s weapon of choice is a rock… ew. Really, Jeffrey usually does it, but mom is too nice and doesn’t want to make him do it all the time. “All the time?” you say. Yes, sadly this is approximately the fourth time in the last two months – maybe even the last one month!!! Houston we really have a problem. On the list for today: do research on methods of keeping the mice OUT of the house.
In other news, we had an eventful, if rather tiring, weekend. David’s parents came up for their prayer journey orientation. Unfortunately their plane was first delayed a few hours and then cancelled altogether. This meant that instead of us picking them up at 2:15pm it was actually 11:11pm. The good part was that it gave us (just) enough time to get our house cleaned up enough for them to stay with us. The bad part, obviously, was the late hour, coupled with not getting to spend as much time with them! We did manage to stop at Steak ‘N Shake on the way home from the airport, however. (David didn’t think he had been there since our first “official” date on Valentine’s Day of 2002. Maybe it was too traumatic of an experience for him, I don’t know.) Probably the main reason that we stopped to eat was that David and I hadn’t eaten since lunch, 12 hours earlier. What can I say? When you gotta clean you gotta clean. One of the things I ate was a double-fudge-ten-pounds-of-chocolate shake (or some other official name I can’t remember). It was a Halloween special which our smooth-jazz-dj-voiced waiter said was “guaranteed to give you sweet dreams”. Don’t trust those smooth-jazz-dj-voiced waiters. I can’t say for sure if they all lie, but this one sure did! I didn’t realize this until the next morning when I woke up after being chased ALL night by different bad men who followed me and David into several different dreams. Their weapons of choice got bigger and badder as the night progressed, starting with a small knife and ending with a chainsaw. Maybe I should have taken my clue from the whole “Halloween special” bit… oh the subconscious mind!
Yesterday was not a good financial day. Not only do we have the looming expense of fixing the poor “little black transporter” haha, but we had to go to the chiro and fork out some dough there as well. We had cut down our visits to once a month, which made David’s wallet sigh in relief, but our respective backs and necks have been bugging just too much in the last week or so. Therefore we went and paid the fee for as many visits as we want for the next four weeks. (This, thankfully, is only barely over the cost of two adjustments for each of us.) Now, you must understand that our chiro has a 3 ½ year old son. Said son is there at his office with him all day except for four hours out of the week that he is in preschool. Hayden doesn’t speak very clearly at all yet. Hayden also is in one of the early stages of potty-training, though we did discover that he indeed wears underwear. How would we learn such an intimate detail you might ask? Well, David was on the table getting his face-down part of the adjustment when suddenly the chiro (father Jason) says “Hayden! Put your clothes back on!” The boy is just out of view in the hall outside the room, but I see some pants dangling from a small hand. David chuckles, but remains in his position, when suddenly from nowhere I see a small pair of underwear come flying through the air, smack David in the head, and fall gracefully to the floor. At this, Jason jumps towards the child while grabbing up the underwear, and a smack is heard which I can only assume was administered to a small, bare butt. Moments later David’s treatment resumes and soon we see the small culprit walk by fully clothed again. Oh the joys of being a parent, eh?
Back to the previous post: thank you all for your, um, kind critiques. Kenton, I think Kirk is just happy to have people reading his blog and commenting – that’s where the judging is rigged :-) Karla, I don’t drive trucks. You know that. Bethany, I am glad that you didn’t hit anything on your recent journey – David was a little jumpy on the way to work this morning! As for the damages, I believe we have an estimate waiting for us out in the very non-trucky vehicle, but I’m a little afraid to go look at it.
Oh yes, wish us a happy marriage of half of five years!
An object rose from the ditch, as though from a deep fog – appearing suddenly and causing great shock. Brakes squealed, a heart-stopping thud sounded in the dark… and a large, tan body flew forcefully into the opposite ditch. Several blinks from its passengers and the black death-machine continued through the early morning stillness. As it once again picked up speed, a piece of itself flapped in the wind before suddenly detaching and disappearing into the blackness that shrouded the small, traveling trio. Where two beams of light had pierced the darkness brightly, now only one shone bravely still. Two shone, but it could not be said bravely… No, with the ratio of cars to deer on this particular road, the deer are not safe forever. It is only a matter of time. We must have reached our missed-deer quota. And it was a sad day for our little, black transporter. Transport us still it will I believe. Though not so aesthetically, no.
Last night we went to the Gospel Echoes banquet that was at our church. We went because dear cuz Jana is on the team right now. I almost fell off my chair when I heard her sing and discovered that she has picked up a twang… ok, yeah, I almost fell off from laughing. She sounded good and all, just uh, country… I figure either you are forced to do that or else you just can’t help it after a while. BUT I’m very glad to report that she still holds her mic like a normal person :-D I’m sorry, but I can’t watch gospel music people sing very nicely. I just don’t like most of the music. Personal preference completely. Jordan is just plain an excellent guitar player, though, sheesh. Argh. So anyway, I’m not a very nice person in critiquing gospel music. However, if you’re not touched by the prison testimonies then I would have a hard time believing that you’re not hard-hearted! So there you go, Jana – I probably still wouldn’t pick the music, but I can definitely understand why you enjoy going into the prisons!!!
Tonight we went to Neuschwanders to eat posole!!!!!! I don’t know why that stuff is so good… it confuses me! It just doesn’t seem like it should be that good, but you keep wanting more – which is NOT good, cause well, either you have to just STOP at some point or your stomach gets too full! We were testing it so that we could have it when David’s parents are here for the prayer journey training in a week and a half… we’re going to do a little prayer journey reunion of sorts. Anyway, David was playing with Titus and noticed that one of his cars had a phone number on it, so he got the bright idea to call the number and have Titus talk to them. Sadly, though not surprisingly, we couldn’t find any toy manufacturers that had 24 hour customer service. I guess they don’t get a lot of people having problems playing with their toys late at night? But I would highly recommend that you have your toddler call and talk to some customer service people. Put it on speaker phone and record it. That’s what we would do! You probably need to have a toddler that is good at having funny phone conversations, though, and Titus definitely fits that bill… this could be a really good way to test out who has the best customer service! If you try this, please email us the recording. We would like to laugh.
