Tonight we celebrated my birthday. The girls and Ryan made adorable cards for me using some cool foam-y noodles and pastels. Madeline did a fantastic job freehanding a cake. I will post a picture of that later.
After we enjoyed cheese fondu and fruit we ate a chocolate cake with chocolate frosting (selected by the girls last night with Ryan). They bought me two gifts; a bracelet with two charms (a heart and a baby shoe with both girls birthstones inlaid) and Ryan surprised me with a Garmin! It is the coolest thing and I can't wait to use it. It tracks my heart rate, pace, distance and a host of other goodies. I thought he was getting me an iSport but it turns out I got something BETTER! Yay for Ryan!
Then we played wii and watched part of a movie. It was fun!
I should tell you what my work did for me. Michelle decorated my office, Register of Deeds had a food day for me and Administration bought a cake and lit a candle. My friend Ross, the Facilities Management Director gave me a brand new doorstop for my department! Yahoo! It was pretty funny.
Friday, February 20, 2009
Me
Happy birthday to me,
Happy birthday to me,
Happy birthday to meeee,
Happy birthday to me.
:)
One year ago I was at an American Girl style show watching Madeline walk the stage with a matching "bitty baby";
Five years ago I was living in a different city with an 18 month old;
Ten years ago I was starting a new job;
Fourteen years ago I was starting college and adjusting to living with four other roommates;
Eighteen years ago I was receiving a car;
Twenty seven years ago I was watching a clown ride a unicycle down my street with a bunch of my friends;
Thirty four years ago I was born.
Happy birthday to me,
Happy birthday to meeee,
Happy birthday to me.
:)
One year ago I was at an American Girl style show watching Madeline walk the stage with a matching "bitty baby";
Five years ago I was living in a different city with an 18 month old;
Ten years ago I was starting a new job;
Fourteen years ago I was starting college and adjusting to living with four other roommates;
Eighteen years ago I was receiving a car;
Twenty seven years ago I was watching a clown ride a unicycle down my street with a bunch of my friends;
Thirty four years ago I was born.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Art Show
Madeline had her first-ever art show last Monday. She completed a four week Pop Art class at a local art shop. Mary, David and Michelle W. all came to support Madeline's fantastic efforts. We had a good time and Madeline was very proud of her work. They displayed art inspired by Warhol, Oldenburg, and Lichtenstein. 
Her "Featured Artist" tag read as follows:
Name: Madeline
Age: 6
Hobbies: Playing toilet tag and freeze dance, playing dress up.
Favorite Art: Everything in art.
Something neat about me: I came from Lincoln and I like to talk a lot.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Fat Boy Slim
While talking with a friend last week about children I told her that if I had known what it would be like to have my two children, I may have stopped at one! Of course then I'd have to think about which child I'd rather have and it became easier just to have them both. They're not an easy two children to have, but Ryan did point out to me, as they played together at a restaurant table, sometimes they are pretty darn cute together.
The girls had fun on their day off Monday dancing to Fat Boy Slim. Madeline has a decidedly gangsta-ish appeal. Notice how Annie inconspicuously aims for the doctor kit.
The girls had fun on their day off Monday dancing to Fat Boy Slim. Madeline has a decidedly gangsta-ish appeal. Notice how Annie inconspicuously aims for the doctor kit.
Friday, February 6, 2009
Thursday, February 5, 2009
55 degrees
Fifty-five degrees. Since it's the beginning of February and we live in a state that has an average temperature around 20 these days, 55 sounds pretty warm doesn't it? The thermometer inched up close to that temperature today in fact. I can tell you, however, that 55 degrees is sometimes a very bad temperature.
Like when it's the temperature of the inside of your house at 4:45am on Monday night. To make matters worse, it's a really bad temperature when your husband is out of state sleeping in a nice warm hotel room while you are freezing your biscuits off with your two little children trying to figure out WHY exactly it is 55 degrees in your house at 4:45am.
This was the scene at our house earlier this week. To my great surprise Ryan answered his cell phone when I called him at 4am in the morning in Denver. He told me to re-light the pilot light. Which are words Ihad heard before, but never needed to know since I've never actually HAD to light a pilot light. Have I ever told you that flaming things scare me? That probably harkens back to the time I almost burnt down our apartment during college but that's for another blog. Ryan INSISTS that there are instructions on the furnace that will tell me exactly how to light this little flame of heat called the "pilot". Unfortunately my ability to converse without dropping "f" bombs is limited when I am both; freezing and tired. Guess what? Our furnace does not have a pilot light!
Like when it's the temperature of the inside of your house at 4:45am on Monday night. To make matters worse, it's a really bad temperature when your husband is out of state sleeping in a nice warm hotel room while you are freezing your biscuits off with your two little children trying to figure out WHY exactly it is 55 degrees in your house at 4:45am.
This was the scene at our house earlier this week. To my great surprise Ryan answered his cell phone when I called him at 4am in the morning in Denver. He told me to re-light the pilot light. Which are words Ihad heard before, but never needed to know since I've never actually HAD to light a pilot light. Have I ever told you that flaming things scare me? That probably harkens back to the time I almost burnt down our apartment during college but that's for another blog. Ryan INSISTS that there are instructions on the furnace that will tell me exactly how to light this little flame of heat called the "pilot". Unfortunately my ability to converse without dropping "f" bombs is limited when I am both; freezing and tired. Guess what? Our furnace does not have a pilot light!
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Resolutions
Two years ago I made a resolution to become more "gadget-ized" and over the past two years my beloved betrothed bestowed tech-y birthday gifts galore. I now am the proud owner of a five day forecaster that links into accu-weather, 4gen ipod, pda, smart-ish cell phone, digital SLR and probably other things I don't even recall. I signed up for a MySpace page, joined LinkedIn and "got connected" in a variety of other tech-y ways. Then, IT happened. Last year I lost my pda, and about a month ago I lost my cell phone, I sometimes forget my login and passwords, I go months without checking my email accounts, then we had to use the triple A batteries from my forecaster in order to operate Annie's new remote controlled "My Little Pony" scooter (for her ponies). The list goes on. Did my technological devises fail me, or did I fail them? And what have I learned from all of this? Not that I need a GPS tracking system for all of my junk, but rather that I don't need all the junk. I think in the depths of my subconscious I wanted to lose all of those things. I wanted to be disconnected.
Since July of last year my cell phone was permanently affixed to my hip and that meant one thing; no matter where I was or what I was doing everyone could be connected to me. That's a connection I am not willing to commit to at this time. I am not ready for the commitment to the tech-y world and truth be told I may never be ready for that responsibility. And what I think it says about me is that I don't want to be predictable, that I want to be spontaneous and that for certain moments of my life I want to be free. Free from people. Free from tracking and free from the indiscriminate knowledge of just about everything that society had forced upon us. Where's the fun in knowing everything? What would my role in life be if there was nothing to gain from actual real life people with whom I interact daily? What's wrong with not knowing the answer? My answer to that and my 2009 resolution is: nothing. My resolution this year: to be less "connected" and more alive.
And here's a little secret: I don't check my cell phone voice mail. I probably have messages from weeks ago that I never listened to. And I am horrible about checking the answering machine at home. I sometimes wait a week or more to listen! :)
Since July of last year my cell phone was permanently affixed to my hip and that meant one thing; no matter where I was or what I was doing everyone could be connected to me. That's a connection I am not willing to commit to at this time. I am not ready for the commitment to the tech-y world and truth be told I may never be ready for that responsibility. And what I think it says about me is that I don't want to be predictable, that I want to be spontaneous and that for certain moments of my life I want to be free. Free from people. Free from tracking and free from the indiscriminate knowledge of just about everything that society had forced upon us. Where's the fun in knowing everything? What would my role in life be if there was nothing to gain from actual real life people with whom I interact daily? What's wrong with not knowing the answer? My answer to that and my 2009 resolution is: nothing. My resolution this year: to be less "connected" and more alive.
And here's a little secret: I don't check my cell phone voice mail. I probably have messages from weeks ago that I never listened to. And I am horrible about checking the answering machine at home. I sometimes wait a week or more to listen! :)
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