Mickey, Roger, Mickala, Whitey Jackson, Vequero (and any other nickname we came up with)

I'm feeling a little melancholy today. Last night I had a dream about my little dog, Mickey. Lots of people know him, he was this little 10 pound terror mutt, that I absolutely adored. He slept in my bed and followed me EVERYWHERE. He would even scratch at the bathroom door. Don't get me wrong, he drove me insane too. His insistence on marking his territory everywhere we went led him to leap from my arms and run down a freeway exit, ONTO I-80 and nearly getting squashed by a semi before finding a rock near the side of the road to pee on. The semi actually ran over his leash! Dang Dog.



Anyway, in my dream, a coworker of mine was asking if they should get a dog, and I told her that I still hadn't gotten over having to put my dog down because of kidney failure and that Nathan will only ever have a fish. Circle of Life, blah blah. Fish it is.



The dream made me so sad, it woke me up. As I laid in bed, thinking over the dream, I realized that it was 3 years ago on Wednesday that Mickey died. I have to say, tears are prickling my eyes while I type this. Pregnancy hormones, you ask? Maybe, but I still miss my dog.

My New Enemy

Found my new enemy this morning. The elevator is out of order at my work. I work on the 4th floor. I am 4 months pregnant and exercise is NOT my friend. The first flight was fine. The second flight, I got a little winded. By the last flight, I staggered into the office gasping for breath and clinging to my poppy-seed muffin and Diet Cherry Coke. My legs are on fire and my uterus is cramping. If the elevator is broken tomorrow, I'm not coming in.

DENIAL OR IS IT CRAYON OR CROWN!!!

As I come before You this evening, I want to talk openly about something that is dear to My heart. My wife!! As many of You know that Karen is pregnant and is uncomfortable at times. Oh screw the mushy stuff let's get right down to "WHY" I, this innocent gentleman is even writing a blog. I got DENIED some sexual gratification from My wife last night. Let's paint the picture of how things transpired into this feud. As I sat there studying My scriptures and pondering the writing's of Paul as he spoke to the Corinthians, Karen started fluttering around with her feet in My face teasing Me and taunting Me to come over and snuggle, snuggle with her. As I took off My scripture studying glasses and proceeded to the bedroom she was all cuddled up in the covers and I lovingly draped My body on top of hers and then the bomb!!!! Wait here it comes "I'm too tired"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh the kill switch for any guy that gets teased by sexy feet (I have a foot fetish). I welcome any sympathetic comments in MY behalf!!! Heather or Jenny.

Well, if anyone had any doubts of the kind of pervert I married, read his comment! (It's the second one)

I WIN!!

Last night, Christian was feeling amorous and I was....
NOT.

To tease me, Christian said he was going to post a blog about being denied. I bet him that he would forget; and he did. I don't recall what I bet him, but don't worry, I will think of something.....Back massage, a new pair of shoes, the possibilities are endless!!!

15 Weeks and Counting!!

We're 15 weeks today! I went to Dr. last week and everything looks peachy keen jelly bean! I still have issues getting a deep breath, but if I just push my tummy down, it's all good. It does seem to have gotten much better since we're done moving. I got to listen to heart beat. There's always that moment that you think the Doctor won't be able to find one, so I always breath a sigh of relief when I finally hear the little munchkin.

Nausea is gone.
Cravings are in.(They're ALWAYS in - ill one second, eating cheese fries the next!)
Meat aversions are in. (If I cooked it, I can't eat it.)
Lost 5 pounds (AMAZING! Considering my diet is very Diet Cherry Cokey and bready)

I have decided to call this my "Over-reacting Pregnancy". My poor bewildered husband doesn't know what hits him sometimes. It makes for fun and interesting ways to apologize later when I realized I just yelled at Christian for not telling me that he was out of the shower. (True story)

We Moved!

Yes, we moved. We've kicked the idea around all year and we finally bit the bullet and put our home up for sale during Labor Day weekend. We tried to do Sale By Owner, but in this market, we knew it was never going to happen. So we hired a good friend of the family, (one of my Mom's 'Diva' Friends) Debbie Valgardson. She is awesome! We put the house up on September 11th. The first buyer that walked through our house put an offer down. It's been such a quick roller coaster ride, we're still reeling from everything!

There were a couple of issues with our buyer, he's a psycho freak about the carpet and thought our 'solid as a rock' stairs needed to be more sturdy, but whatever. Everything is finally in order.

We will totally miss our Ward and neighbors and the people we served with in our callings. We had a great 3 years!

For now, we're kicking it in Riverton with my parents. My Dad is excited because someone will cook dinner for him again. My Mom is excited because someone will put the Christmas lights on the roof again.

It was a crazy couple of weeks. I left for Cali with my parents and sisters for Mattison's Blessing the weekend before we were supposed to move, so when I got back on Monday, it was pure chaos getting everything together. We thought we were so organized until the guys that came to help started hauling out boxes. I stood there, wondering, "Where the H did all this stuff come from?" We had TONS packed, but there was still so much! Anyway, it's all done now - I'm not looking forward to moving again....

I Dream Cool Things...

Now he's only shirtless here, because he was shirtless in my dream. Besides, I don't have a thing for him; Christian Bale is my celebrity crush. ANYWAY -

Last night, I dreamt that Johnny Depp came to my house. He was just hanging out, I made steaks for dinner; Don't worry - Christian (my husband, not Bale) was there too!! Johnny was not wearing a shirt. He did however drape a small red towel over his chest. I asked if he wanted a t-shirt, and he said yes, so I gave him Christian's Police Academy t-shirt that says "ROBINSON" on the back. He then took a nap on my living room floor while Christian slept on the couch.

Then I started critiquing his career. I told him that I never cared for 21 Jump Street (which I never even watched). I thought Edward Scissorhands was overrated, (I don't really think that). Then I told him that what really made me a fan of his was Finding Neverland and of course the Pirate movies. He just sat and nodded and we chatted about The Nightmare Before Christmas and how he was really good in it. (He's not in it.)