It's a girl!  She's due March 10.  

Messed up week

It’s been a really really messed up week
Seven days of torture, seven days of bitter
And my girlfriend went and cheated on me . . . no wait, I don't have a girlfriend.

What I do have is a $300 ER bill, a $1400 truck tires and repair bill, a $100 vet bill and somewhere between a $600 and $1200 car repair bill (finding out Monday if my warranty is still in place.)

La la la, whatever, la la la, it doesn’t matter, la la la, oh well, la la la

DEB took his truck in for tires and found out he needed break work and some other stuff, which we couldn't afford, so we didn't get.

On Wednesday morning he woke up with severe pain and concluded he probably had another kidney stone. He called the doctor, took some 11 year old pain killers and sent me off to work. When I got back he said "We need to go the the ER now." 3 hours and $300 later we had new pain killers and some pee filters. The pain mysteriously disappeared and hasn't been back since, sans drugs.

Friday Louie had to go to the vet ER because he had some kind of seizure. He couldn't focus his eyes and wouldn't respond. The vet said she didn't know exactly was the problem was, but he was fine by the time he left a few hours later. She said watch him and if has more problems, take him to the regular vet for testing.

Saturday my car's big red exclamation point in a triangle light came on. DEB was driving and had to have it towed to a dealership. They said it was a warning light about getting the 120,000 mile check up or maybe I got too low on gas? Which was strange because no warning lights came on for 24 hours after it both got low and I filled it up and drove it 50+ miles. Crackpot Toyota people. They did an expensive diagnostic, said it needed lots of stuff, gave DEB a 2011 Prius rental and said check back on Monday to find out how much it will be.

This week gave me a headache.

People sending and posting baby videos: would it kill you to do a little narrating?!  I realize your baby is amazing, but a silent video of a baby wiggling around for a minute and a half don't cut it for me, and I'm feeling all maternal and stuff!

I went to the Doctor today.  I started coughing just as he walked in.
"You were diagnosed with asthma when you were a kid."  (not a question)
"No."
"You should have been."

I think I just had a 'House' moment.

I said, "I have fall allergies."
He said, "Among other things."

I've never even seen this man before!

He said, "You know you are married to a nerd."
I said, "Yes, I know."  (Insightful man after all.)

He said, "I'm going to send the nurse in to give you a test. If you don't pass it you should go to the emergency room."

I passed.

He said, "Well, it looks like you are getting enough oxygen, I'm going to give you an antibiotic so you don't get pneumonia.  Keep taking over the counter allergy and cough meds.  Good luck!"

That was one of the strangest doctor visits I've ever had.

Blogging from the phone.

It has happened.  The 80s styles are back in the worst possible ways.  I was at McDonald's yesterday and for whatever reason there were about a million high school students there too. One girl was dressed like she had just come from the staring roll in the 1980s.

At first I thought she was dressed for a play, but when I looked around I noticed hints of her 'style' on the other girls too.  The off the shoulder shirts, tights, raglan sleeves here and there and in neutral colors one can ignore it, pretend it's not happening, but this one girl- I should have taken a picture.

She was wearing pink tennis shoes, purple legwarmers, blue tights, a jean mini skirt, a gray off the shoulder shirt, with a black and neon splatter tank top underneath.  She had her hair up in a side pony tale secured by an enormous red scrunchie.  She had a neon green headband and those big plastic pink and green sunglasses that were popular in the day.  She finished off her look with blue eye shadow and a pink purse. 

The only additions or changes she could have made were bigger hair, a banana clip and slouchie socks (2 pair in different colors.)  Woe is me- this is really happening.

I was driving up the hill to my apartment yesterday when I saw this little kid "racing" the cars going up the hill.  I decided I should slow down, rev my engine and let him "win."  But, I couldn't, there was a car behind me.  I didn't want to make the driver mad.  You never want to anger drivers in my neighborhood.  It's a little too shady for that. Anyway, I started thinking, "Is it even possible to rev the engine on this car?"  I've had this car for three years and I've never tried to rev the engine.

Before I got this Prius I drove a 1985 Nissan Z.  It had a big engine and a manual transmission.  That car sounded like it was going fast just sitting in the driveway.  I revved the engine regularly, just to hear how cool it sounded.

When I pulled into my parking spot at home I put the car in park and stepped on the gas petal.  The engine turned off.  It was as though my car were saying, "Uh- no I'm not going to do that.  I'm not that kind of car."  So I put it in drive and put one foot on the break and one foot on the gas.  My car turned back on, (obligingly) and purred.  "mmmmmmm"  "mmmmmmmm"  I had to turn off the radio and roll down the windows to hear it.

That Z is laughing at my Prius from the junk yard.

So, now I know, the answer to "Can I rev my car?"  is "No."

Look at the decline in my blog readership.  Looks like the economy.

Sometimes I ask the dogs questions.
 "Do you want a treat?"
 "Do you want to go outside?"
"What was that sound?"
 "Did you do this?"
"Where's your toy?"

 Buzz responds as a normal dog should.  He barks, wags his tail, runs in circles, starts doing random tricks or hides in his box, depending on the question (more importantly the tone of the question.)

 Louie some times takes cues from Buzz, but usually just sits there and stares at me as though he were trying to communicate with his tiny mind.  It's like I can almost get what he's trying to say . . .  but no.  A few times he has stared at me for a while, and then purposefully walked  over the computer as though he had decided the charade was up and he would type his message out, but just before he reaches the keyboard he turns around, like "No, that would be showing them too much."

The other day I was at a friend's house.  Her little girl ran in and announced it was "FREEZING" outside!  "It's so cold, there is ICE on the grass! It's probably going to SNOW!"  (It was in the mid 70s)

What has the hottest summer EVER done to the weather sense of the children?

Ok she is a rather dramatic child.  One day I commented on the monkeys in the living room.  Her mother explained that they had to be banished from her daughter's room each night because one night the daughter came out all hysterical and saying she couldn't sleep in there because the monkeys kept slapping her.  Nice by day, naughty by night sock monkeys!

I don't know about you, but I believe her.  I don't trust monkeys.

Computer with a new motherboard, welcome home!

What I really want are some new pens.  What I really need is to stop buying new pens, and to find and use my old pens.

Sometimes spending a few dollars on a want is worth it!

School starts soon.  Vacation is never long enough.  Even with the meager list of things I wanted to accomplish- most of them are left undone.

 I'll teach a seminar tomorrow to 20 new MBA students in TCU's Neeley School of Business.  My job is to remind them how to read. :)
I'm offering suggestions on how to read faster, remember more and take notes, specifically while working on case studies.
(like I know)

Looks like Blogger's Big Brother is watching.  I just found out that since my blog began it has been accessed in Bulgaria 29 times.  At this very moment two people in The USA and one in Germany are looking at it.  I feel like a CREEPER!  I know too much and I like it!!!

Yesterday Louie fell down the stairs.  It was horrifying.  His tiny little fuzzy foot slipped off the first step and he bounced down every hard wooden step until he reached the bottom.  Left side-Right side-Back-Belly-Left . . . I was having visions of a toddler bouncing down the stairs in a similar way- how it would break little bones and crack a tiny skull.  Louie, however bounced to the landing and got up and and looked around like, "Nobody saw that right?!" The whole time he was bouncing down I was standing at the top of the stairs saying, "Dog! Stairs! Falling!"  When I got down the stairs I picked him up and checked him out, he didn't seem to be any worse for the ware.  Resilient little critter.

My gmail was hacked.  Boo  Add another to "Things I thought would never happen to me."

Last week we went to see Johnny about our rings.  Johnny is the jeweler Daniel worked with to design my opal ring, which I love.  Daniel bought the opal over 10 years ago looking forward to putting it into an engagement ring.  When he proposed he said this was the ‘surprise’ ring and we could get a diamond later.  At first I thought I would wait for the diamond.  But after talking to Johnny (an ultimate salesman) I decided to get him to make a diamond ring for me too.  He’s a character, and always busy traveling and buying and selling.  There’s no telling when Johnny might have time- so I figured this was my chance to get him to make a ring that corresponds to my opal ring with some of his signature touches as a jeweler.  The rings should be ready next week. 

This week has been busy.  I’ve been on spring break, but I’ve been busy with wedding stuff every day.  The day before yesterday we stuffed, sealed, addressed and stamped about 400 invitations.  There were about 100 missing from the print run, so we can pick those up tomorrow and have the invites out this weekend.  Our invitations are also one of a kind designs made my Jessica my soon to be sister-in-law. 

Yesterday Daniel and I got our engagement pictures taken.  I think they are going to turn out really well.  We went to Handley, the little town where we will get married, and took some pictures with a caboose (the town symbol) then we went to a few parks in Arlington.

Our photographer is about 12 years old.  I told him I got a haircut and the woman styled it so that it looked like I just walked out of 1990.  He said,  “Oh, that’s when I was born!”  Oh well, his pictures are awesome, so what do I care how old he is?

Today I was with Jessica’s mother because she will be making my veil.  Again, it will be amazing. 

Tomorrow is Daniel’s birthday- so we will be out and about for that and that’s the end of my spring break.  Tragic.

We did decide to go to Spain for our honeymoon though!  Wow- that will be amazing, awesome, fantastico!

http://www.mywedding.com/daniellovesshannon/index.html

I want this:  I don't know what I'd do with it.  It costs between $18-65 per skein.  That's pretty pricey, but it is made from silk and baby goat hair.  That's something right?  It's called 'water lily' and that color fascinates me.

I currently have more yarn than I could knit or crochet in 2 years (probably more, I'm rather slow.) Nevertheless, I  want to join a yarn club.  What a strange notion.

Yarn is my addiction.

I'm currently working on a blanket which I love. Double love.  I started from the center and I'm working out, so it doesn't have a set size.  It is black and rainbow colors in long stripes.  It's square, and the yarn is cheap acrylic, but it is so soft and light and warm and pretty. I love it.  I've taken some pictures, but haven't posted them.  I think it looks better every time I add to it, so I hesitate to put up old pictures.  I think this will be the first blanket I keep for myself. 

Last night a bunch of us went to "Love and War in Texas."  It's a restaurant which serves Tex-Mex and Tex-Tex food.  They have Barbara Bush's fried green beans in the appetizers and  things like long horn steaks, rattle snake and wild boar for entrees.  We went because Daniel wanted to celebrate the 175th anniversary of the independence of Texas.  He get's these ideas- but really, who am I to argue with deep fried green beans? (Yum)

When we got there we saw a car with eyelashes or headlight lashes to be exact.  I decided I needed some so I left a note on the car with my email address.  She totally wrote back and I have already ordered my pair along with the matching rhinestone liner.

At the table we talked about wedding things, and work things and of course Texas things.  Someone at the table declared that Daniel had enough Texas pride to cover both of us since I insisted on being "yankeefied."  He was just jealous because I knew the answer to the crossword puzzle clue "the port of Pennsylvania."  Duh- there's only 1!

My students often ask why they can understand when I speak English, but they can't understand when people outside (Texans) speak English.  I tell them that Texans have a different kind of English than I do.  I speak 'standard English' Texas of course speak Texan English.  I have to remind them that I'm not Texan, I can understand Texans- I've been here a long time- and I've met a few Texans out of context in my travels. (Hi) Sometimes I teach them what I call "special Texan words," like "Howdy Y'all."  They can't believe Texas has it's own words, but I assure them that if they go to another state and use these special words someone will surely ask them if they learned English in Texas.  (Imagine the fun of having a room full of Koreans, Chinese people, Arabs, Russians and South Americans repeating after me, "How-dy Y'all!"  I tell them they'll fit right in. :0)

I have a great time telling all my little foreign friends about Texas- and how special it is.  The lone star flag is very interesting to them along with the six flags of Texas.  I love asking them what they think the six flags are for.  Sometimes the give outlandish answers, only hoping there was a time that Japan owned Texas.  Imagine southwestern samurai eating fish tacos.