Friday, August 31, 2012

practically the brady bunch

So remember when one of my bff's got married last month?  Her photographer posted some wedding pictures and they are fantastic!  You should go check 'em out.  Bonus points if you can spot Jon, Sam & me in the photobooth pics, it might be pretty tricky since our disguises are sooo good.

I like these ones.  We're practically the Brady Bunch. only cuter.

Speaking of the Brady Bunch, just this morning Sam had to go sit in time out for saying a mildly expletive word.  About 1 minute into T.O. this conversation happened:

Sam: Mommy? Doesn't daddy say that word?
Me:  umm..... sometimes.  butit'saverybadwordandheshouldn'tsayiteither.
Sam: okay.  I'm sorry, I won't say it again.  I forgive you.

Saturday, August 25, 2012

sunriver, chocolate covered raisins & tidal waves

We're busy soaking in all the fun that is Sunriver this weekend with my family.  How did I have no idea what Sunriver was until now?  I thought it was just another central Oregon town, just like any other town, but nope, this entire town is a resort-- tubing hills, adorable shopping/dining areas, the water park--"yes kleeze" {as Sam would say}.  Anyway, I've been eating my weight in chocolate covered raisins, so if you see a tidal wave coming from the pool, that will most likely be my fault.

Jon starts school again Monday, so this is a bit of a 'last hurrah'.  Just when I was getting used to having him around again...

Monday, August 20, 2012

conversations with boys

Driving past an airplane museum:
Jon: {quizzing me} What company manufactures that airplane?
Me: Boeing!
Jon: You only got that right because that's the only airplane manufacturer you know.
Me:  {shrugs}
Jon: Okay, well what type of plane is that?
Me: ummmmmm....... an F-450?
Jon: An F-450 is a Ford truck. How do you survive in the world?

At McDonald's playland {don't judge}:
Sam's voice and the word "penis" come bellowing out of the maze of tunnels.
I call him over:
Me: what were you talking about with the kids in there?
Sam: I was telling them that I love my penis.
Me: Oh. Well that's nice you love your penis, but that's not something we talk about with strangers. It's kinda rude, like talking about poopies.
Sam: Poopies are gooey!

Sometimes, I truly believe that whole "Venus & Mars" business.

Tuesday, August 14, 2012


What could make celebrating six years of marriage to your best friend even better?
Celebrating with an overnight getaway at the coast.

Happy anniversary, Jon!  I love you.

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

the difference two years can make

Once upon a time {8 years ago to be exact}, desperate for a summer job, I drove a combine.

fyi: ^this is a combine. 

I also started a blog just for that summer as a way to keep in contact with my college friends who had all dispersed back to their respective home towns for the break.  I had forgotten about that blog until the other day, while driving home, I saw some combines working in the field.  I looked up that ol' blog and  happily reminisced about the most boring summer of my life.

This account of the end of my combine career was the last thing I posted on that blog.  Oh, so dramatic.
Before i can get into the story i must explain something to you so that you can better understand what happened. don't feel dumb though because only about 0.1% of the worlds population would understand without needing an explanation because 99.9% have never driven a combine.

When people hear someone say "I was going 20mph" they generally think "car" and then they think "slow", but what i am asking you to do is to broaden this view and form some new synapses in your brain. I mean if someone tells you that they were running at a speed of 20 mph you'd think "woah! that's fast!". If someone told you they were riding their tricycle at 20 mph you'd have the same reaction. Well, now apply that reaction to "I was driving a combine at 20 mph". Considering that combines are usually driven at 3.5 mph around a field, going down the road at 20mph is very fast. This is due to two reasons: (1) the turning radius is crazy on those things and they are rear wheel drive (2) the steering wheel does not pull to the center like a car does and they are extremely sensitive especially when going at high speeds (such as 20mph aka the max speed of a combine)--think arcade driving games, no joke.

so now that you somewhat understand I can continue with my story

Today was my last day at work. Actually yesterday was supposed to be my last day because my grandma and aunt came in on wednesday, but my boss begged me to stay until friday because he figured that everything would be finished by friday. i told him that i would stay through thursday but that's it. so today i went in filled with the hope and expectation of making my last $96 and then calling it quits for my combine career.

We finished up the field at about 10:45am this morning and so then it was time to drive on to the next field which was about a half an hour away. After several weeks of driving a combine I had grown accustomed to the road preparation rituals. I shifted into third gear, pulled my ladder in, and turned on my flashing lights. After we were all set, we took off. Remembering about 2 minutes into the drive that i had not buckled my seat belt (which i would always do when we'd go out on the road for fear of losing control and rolling into a ditch) i reached over to grab my seat belt. Just as i was pulling the belt out, something went terribly wrong. I'm not sure exactly what caused it in the first place, maybe i hit a bump which made my combine swerve, maybe i accidentally bumped the steering wheel, i do not know. I do know however that i quickly let go of the seat belt and grabbed the wheel and tried to correct my path so that i would not head off the road. I over corrected, then over corrected again (which as i told you before is extremely easy to do in a combine). After the second over-correction I did not get another chance. My combine was heading off the road into a ditch at 20 mph (remember, 20 mph = very fast for a huge cumbersome combine). i tried to slow down but it was of no use. my combine was off the road and tipping side ways. Everything in the combine including a cooler, which bust open spewing it's contests all over the cab, flew past me to the right side of my cab. My combine proceeded to flip past 90 degrees and would have kept going if an electrical pole had not stopped it.

Processing what had just happened, i sat/hung there sideways and slightly upside down in my combine held in place between my steering wheel and my seat. I watched as the pickup and the other combine continued driving on.  i figured they would have seen what happened and would stop, but that was not the case. They had no idea that i was now hanging from my seat with a crunched combine and a tipping electrical pole. After everything that had happened sunk in, I had to squeeze myself out of my seat and find my CB radio among the mess that was now scattered over my right window.  sitting down in the corner of my ceiling, i called the other combine driver and told her what had happened. I watched as she came running down the road and then i decided to try to climb out. However, i could not get my door (which was now on my "ceiling") to open to a point where i could hold it and climb out because the ladder was pulled in and was holding it down. at that point i sat back down on my ceiling and looked around me. it was at that point that i remembered that fudge (my childhood dog) was in there with me and that she too must have been tossed around the cab. she was standing there on one of my control panels looking at me and shaking uncontrollably. I scooped her up and it was at that point that I started crying. 

I later found out that I had knocked out all the power for Tangent, Oregon for the rest of the day.  Fudge and I were fine.  My $250,000 combine was not.  Needless to say, I did not get my summer bonus.
Hilarious now, not quite so funny then. 

This all happened on August 12, 2004.  This exact date, two years later, could not have looked any more different.

I didn't even realize these two events shared the same day until just now.
Life is funny.

Monday, August 6, 2012

a caterpillar named "jodgy"

 Sometimes, no matter how hard you try to keep your eyes open in order to stare at your new caterpillar friend {which you named "Jodgy"}, nap time just gets the better of you. 

Thursday, August 2, 2012

mary poppins

skirt: Nordstrom Rack, top: Target, belt: vintage, shoes: Ross

This look is to Sam what 'blue steel' is to Zoolander {except he can turn left AND right}.  Anyway, I stole it.  Expect to see it frequently from here on out.  We wear it well, if I do say so myself.

Yesterday, I gave a little four year old some shots.
He cried.
His mama told him to say thank you.
So between tears and sobs, he did.

First, what are you, Mary Poppins?  Some days I can hardly pry a thank you out for blueberries, ice cream and water guns.  Please teach me your magic ways.

Second, what?  no.  Don't make your child say thank you for shots.  just no.