Lunch Time!

Why is it that when given soda and straws, grown men turn into 9 year old boys? Today at lunch, Adam shot straw wrappers at the other table and made the wrapper worm. And Mark ran into a tree branch on his way in and had flowers in his hair. We didn't tell him until about 10 minutes later. Poor guy.

We made a what?

Totally how I feel about being pregnant sometimes... The baby isn't even here yet, and won't be for almost 6 months, but it's still a little strange to think that God thinks we're ready for a kid. Well, I guess God knows we're ready...maybe ready isn't the right word...

Weird Emotions

I just read Alyssa's post about how since she's been pregnant she's had weird emotional reactions to things. I have a story, I wasn't planning on sharing, but since she's sharing, I can too. The night before we left for Redding for Tyler's graduation I was laying in bed trying to fall asleep. Scott and I were trying to get some last minute laundry and dishes done, so both machines were going. I was tossing and turning, unable to sleep and I started crying and getting all sniffley. Scott looks over from the computer and says, "Are you crying?" (Half concerned, half wanting to laugh at me.) I cry out, "Yes! The dishwasher's just SO loud! I keeps draining like it's done and it gets my hopes up, but then it just keeps going making all that noise!" Then I start laughing because I know how ridiculous I sound, Scott laughs and just gives me a hug. Then he says, "What if I close the door? Would that help, baby?" I shyly reply, "Ya, maybe." And I fall asleep 5 minutes later. So ridiculous!

Bathroom conversations

Scott and I were getting ready for church this morning. Here's how the conversation went...sort of...
Scott: You look like you're a black guy.
Christina: (confused look) Uh, what?
Scott: You look like you're a black guy.
Christina: (confused look still, turns to mirror, realization) I look like I have a black eye!

So my husband doesn't think I look like a black guy. Darn, there goes my career as Barack's double.

The black eye was smudged makeup from yesterday...by the way I couldn't figure out how to spell smudged just now. Smugged...schmugged? Geez...

Disneyland!

Disneyland is seriously one of the greatest places on earth! Last night we took part of our tax return and got annual passes! Now we can go almost any time we want! Hooray! All we did last night was ride the train, Space Mountain, see Honey, I Shrunk the Audience (I'd never seen it, but I did see Captain Eo!) get some churros and watch fireworks from the top of the Mickey and Friends parking garage. There were a couple funny moments I just want to share. As we hopped on the train to head to Tomorrowland a lady in a little scooter pulled in next to us. She kept trying to turn her scooter around so it was facing the front instead of the side, but the space was too small. She just kept banging it against the inside of the boxcar. Her daughter finally says, "Mom, stop, it's like the part in Austin Powers when he's trying to turn the golfcart in the hallway!" Awesome! At the end of the night we heard this awesome guitarist and with a percussionist playing at Downtown Disney. They played Beethoven's 5th, Hotel California, Smooth and some other songs. The percussionist had a cajon, bongos, djembe, cymbals, and some fun little toys. They were a lot of fun to watch, next time you're there you should check 'em out. They have 5 CDs on sale, on of which is all Beatles songs, so of course we bought it along with 2 others. The fireworks set off a ton of car alarms...that was pretty funny too!

Warning to Musicians...

If you ever put out an album, please don't put stuff like this on your album cover!

If anything, just make the whole thing black...