Nick's Log Blog

For some reason, in the past month or so, Nick has discovered the fact that I have a blog.  Well, not really.  He knew that I had it before but referenced it only to say how I make fun of him (like in this post, which I still feel is highly informative) and degrade him as a husband.  This usually leads to me telling him that he shouldn't take me so seriously and to pretty much suck it up.  You know who you married.  Anyway, since some people he knows started reading my little blog, he is now (in true Nick fashion) all about it.  Seriously, I don't understand where all this confidence in me comes from.  He tells me how awesome I am (and really, who am I to correct him?) but it kind makes me feel like I have to live up to it.  For example, after this past weekend's competition we were talking about the various awards that my dances got and he said (and I quote) "well, I really expect nothing less from you".  OK, great, you believe in me, but no pressure!  So, back to my story.  He now randomly throws in little comments about my blog or asks me if I'm going to write about something in it.  When we were driving to Jacksonville he announced (after I rightfully corrected something he said) that he was going to start his own blog which will pretty much document every time that I correct him.  So then for the rest of the weekend he would randomly shout out something like this:  "3:41 - My wife tells me I'm wrong".  Well that's boring, who wants to read about that?!  Plus, you're not even saying what you were 'wrong' about, you have to be more specific. (I'm almost positive that this prompted another shouting of the time and accusation).  I told him that what he is writing (in his head) is not a blog, it's a log.  It's a log blog.  Just a list of things he's wrong about.  I can't help it if he says the wrong word sometimes or uses incorrect grammar or takes too long to do math in his head.  And, really, I'd rather correct him then have someone else have to do it.  I'm making him a better person.  He should be grateful.  (hehehe)

P.S. - Nick really is a wonderful person who uses excellent grammar and says the right word 99% of the time (which far surpasses my skills).  I just really do find it necessary to point out when something wrong slips out.  Call it a personal flaw on my part.  Also, this is a true story with some of my own sarcasm thrown in.  The conversations were true...my superiority complex, not so much.  I do not, in fact, think that I am as awesome as Nick thinks I am.  (that was a disclaimer solely for him in prevention of further time and accusation shouting)

P.P.S. - It's 5:23am and I'm really tired right now, almost delusional.  Consider this part of my own Log Blog.

P.P.P.S. - Nick chose to put up the pool by himself this year.

This post brings new meaning to the phrase 'Crazy long post of pictures' (consider yourselves warned)

We went down south for Easter last weekend, which also happened to be the weekend before Nick's birthday.  So, obviously we had to have a party (because what good is a trip home without a Nettina party?).  

 Easter Bunny Alexa helping to put candy in bowls.

 'I have my baskets, where should we go shopping?!'

Yes, those are glass.

 Lexi and my mom

 She loves to dip.

 Alexa and Nikki.

Again, yes, that is a roll of tape that she's playing with.  No worries, I took it away from her before she could cut herself.

 awwwwww...look at the little cousins playing!

 They are so cute!

 Happy Birthday to Nick!!!  This was about two seconds before Alexa dipped her

finger in the icing and had a little taste.

 OK, so apparently this is one of those paper lantern things where you make a wish or something like that (I don't know, I was giving Alexa a bath when they took it out).  But, regardless, look at how big it is!

 Everyone on the patio watching the lantern go up.

 How can you send up a lantern while on a screened in patio, you ask? 

Oh, that would be through the large hole that is ripped into the screen.

 Want to see something just as ghetto as the gianormo screen hole, 10x as creepy and 100x as awesome?!  We (we being my mom) found a website where you can put people's faces into movie posters.  So she put

Nick's face (plus some with other people) in all these different movies, had them printed on 8x10s at Costco and then we taped them to the front of all the picture frames in our house.  Yup, scotch taped them.  Like I said, ghetto, creepy and awesome all at the same time. 

That was Saturday, now on to Easter Sunday.  We went to church in the morning.  Alexa was pretty good, she made it about half way through until Nick had to take her outside to walk around.

 I know that this isn't the best picture, but it's the only one where I don't have a triple chin.  Since this is my blog, I get to choose the pictures, and I choose the one where I don't look like a fat ass.  :)

 I don't know what she's doing in this picture but, I'm not gonna lie, she's pretty cute.  Why are you all standing in front of a slide, you ask?  Well, that's because Crazy McCrazeCraze threw a small fit and insisted on being by the slide.  In an attempt to get a decent picture, we went with it.

 Looking for Easter eggs (by outlet boxes).

 Yummy, Easter bread!  And...it's off to Easter with the Nettinas:

 Alexa got an Easter present from Aunt Kathy (and a bunny from Aunt Bunny...appropriately)

 Nettina cousins (plus some red-headed husbands)

 Playing with Aunt TeTe (aka Aunt Bunny)

Katie and Michael decided to talk to Grammy to avoid cleaning up...slackers.

 Yeah, I'm related to them.

 I love this picture just for Alexa's face toward Anthony. 

She seems to be very concerned about those cupcakes.

Both Nick and Abe's (Jennie's husband) birthday was on Monday so Aunt Kathy made them a peeps cake and we sang to them.  Apparently, they gave Grammy 1/4 of the cake as her piece and she went with it.  :)  Please notice the bib, it's awesome.

How many people does it take to get a baby out of a locked car?

Six. Myself, Alexa's teacher, two sheriff deputies, one captain and a lock smith. Yeah, I locked my kid in the car. On accident. Obviously. I had picked Alexa up from day care and she was 'helping' by holding onto my keys. As I was putting her into the car seat she started pressing the buttons on the car keys so I made a comment that was something like 'OK, that's enough with the keys' and took them from her and tossed them into the front seat. I finished buckling her in, got everything situated in the back and closed her door. I tried to open my door and realized that she had pressed the lock button. Oh. Crappers. Of course I ran around the whole car trying all the doors and none of them worked (surprise, surprise) then I tried the trunk because I had just gotten diapers out of there. Perhaps it didn't latch all the way...no such luck. At this point I think it sunk in and I started mildly freaking out. So, I went back into the day care and told them what I did. Everyone was super helpful. One of Alexa's teachers got on the phone with the police station and told them the situation and apparently they were going to send someone right over. OK, so ten minutes later, her teacher and I are still standing outside my car waiting for (and now trash talking) the police guy who was supposedly on his way. Did I mention that the sheriff's office is approximately 2 minutes down the road? No exaggeration. Oh! And when Lexi's teacher was on the phone with the dispatch person they were asking her all these ridiculous questions like: Did you try all the doors? and Are the windows open? Really, people. Do you honestly think we would be calling you if the window was open and I was just able to reach in and unlock the door myself? Anyway, finally, after apparently finishing his lunch, a sheriff deputy showed up. He explained how they are no longer allowed to open cars due to liability reasons (what?! fine, then why are you here?) and he came over to make sure that it wasn't an emergency. I'm sorry, I didn't realize that a baby locked in a car was something that we can all take our time on. No worries. She's fine in there buckled in the car seat with nothing to play with, peeing all through her diaper and breathing in all of her exhaled CO2 as the oxygen level in the car is being slowly but surely depleted. I'm sure she's becoming more and more acidotic as we speak. And if that child looks the least bit lethargic I'm breaking the window. OK, so I didn't say any of that...but I was thinking it. What I did say was that if she was in any distress that window would have been broken ten minutes ago. (meanwhile, Alexa is sitting in her car seat clapping her hands and waving at her teacher) So, long story short(ish), dispatch had called a locksmith, the sheriff department captain showed up to make sure everything was OK. The locksmith was about two minutes behind him, and all of a sudden there were five people surrounding the car trying to get the door open. Lexi's teacher was talking to her and clapping hands, the first cop was on the passenger side doing God knows what, the locksmith was doing his thing on the drivers door, the captain was "helping" the locksmith (and by helping, I mean totally screwing him up) and I was at the hood of the car watching what the locksmith was doing (what? I've never seen someone break into a car before, I was interested in the process!). At this point, all I could think of was the reality show/sitcom that should be based on my family and that this whole scenario would totally be a whole episode! Katie thinks that our family would be perfect for a reality tv show and every so often when something like this happens I think of how it would be on an episode. Kind of strange, but very entertaining. So back to the car...I'm thinking of all this while they are trying to pry my door open and trying my hardest not to laugh. It would be inappropriate. I think I did pretty good although I did have to put my head down and chuckle a few times. They finally got the door open just as the third cop got there (you know, just to make sure everything was alright. It takes them awhile to respond, but eventually, a baby locked in a car is big news to the Wakulla County Sheriff's department.) Alexa was fine, she only cried a little bit when she saw me and couldn't get to me (one of the reasons why I was at the hood and her teacher was talking to her). She had peed through her diaper and onto her car seat but no signs of respiratory acidosis. (One of) the best parts of this story was me telling Nick later on. I didn't call him when it happened because, really, what's the point? He didn't have a spare key, there was nothing that he could have done. (Small back story: the day before when he got home from work I asked him to choose good news or bad news. The bad news was that I dropped a stocking holder on the floor which made a gash in the wood and the good news was that I had a list of things for him to do (what? It was good news to me.)) So the conversation went something like this:

Me: Good news or bad news first?

Nick: Is there actually good news today because a list of things to do is not good news.

Me: Oh no, there's good news. The good news is that she's ok.

Nick: What's the bad news?

Me: I locked Alexa in the car today. (at this point, he silently turned around, walked into our bedroom and closed the door)

Hehehe. No worries, he came out a few minutes later, and after hearing my (obviously, drawn out) explanation, reassured me that it was an accident and could have happened to anyone. He's so nice. Then he proceeded to tell me that I should have called him because he would have come right over and broken the window to get her out. And that is reason #1 why I didn't call him. So, there are 2 morals to this story. #1: have a spare key. #2: hold onto your keys when putting your baby in the car because she just might press the lock button and then you just might throw the keys into the front seat and then you just might close the door without realizing that she had actually pressed the lock button locking her and your keys in the car. It just might happen.

The Fair, Socks and Shit

Do you like my new background?! I know, it's the middle of November and I'm already putting up Christmas stuff. Well, guess what? My house is decorated too! Besides, Christmas is awesome and Thanksgiving is kind of dumb. I mean, I appreciate the concept of being thankful and everything but I'm not a big fan of the food. Stuffing is awesome and potatoes and deserts are equally awesome but I'm not the biggest fan of turkey. And everything always seems to have nuts in it...I don't like nuts. Plus, I feel like Christmas time is so wonderful and the whole idea of not being able to decorate and listen to Christmas music until after Thanksgiving totally cuts down the potential Christmas time. I celebrate Christmas stuff starting November 1st. That's right, I'm one of those people. My Halloween stuff comes down and my Christmas stuff goes right up. I currently have Christmas music CDs in my car that Alexa and I listen to. That's right, you're jealous.

OK, so onto the actual point of this post. These past few weeks have been pretty eventful. One of my old dance students, Katie, came up to visit. We went to the fair and took Alexa into the petting zoo area. I'm not really sure if she liked it or not. I think she was in awe the whole time. She did like the chickens and roosters, though. Of course.

Like my outfit? We went right after dance and it was kind of cold outside. Nick said I looked ridiculous...especially with my Minnie mouse bag. I told him not to be so jealous.

Alexa is walking a lot more. Like, a lot. She does laps all over the house and she even started a little bit of a run, especially when she's holding some one's hand. The only problem is that apparently she only walks around us or somewhere that she feels really comfortable because she doesn't walk at daycare. When I went to go pick her up the other day they were all excited because she took 5 steps. Big deal. Oh well, I guess I should be happy that she is getting comfortable enough at day care to show them her walking skills. Our new word of the week is "sock". She says it when she wants to, which is never when anyone else is listening. But Nick, Katie and Brandi heard her say it so I have witnesses! We have worked on saying "shoe" as well because she keeps pursing her lips and making shhh noises, but whenever she actually tries to say it, it sounds like she's saying shit. Awesome. (I actually think it's pretty funny, but my mom won't) I have this little big bellied toddler walking around the house saying shit! hehehe. You can't tell me that's not even just a little bit funny!

Does a Bear Shit in the Woods?

That's always been the assumption but I bet if I looked in the woods around my house I could answer that question once and for all. That's right, we have a bear. Nick called me at work and told me that he was taking the dogs out at night and saw a bear. We have halogen lights in the back that have motion sensors on them. We always go out there and check for creatures first before taking the dogs out and (thank God) we always keep them close to us. So I guess he checked and everything, he was standing outside with them and he looked up and saw a bear standing about 30 feet away from him! So after he just about crapped his pants, he picked up Minnie and Wolfie (who don't walk as well or listen as well) and told Glynnis to go inside and backed away toward the house. The bear ran into the woods when he started backing away. OK, so he calls me at work and tells me all this. Completely freaks me out. The next night I was at home so we both took them out. As I was watching the side of the house near the driveway I saw the bear run down the entire tree line and into the woods. HOLY SHIT! This is no little bitty bear either. I'm talking about a 250-300 pound bear. No exaggeration! By the way, I forgot to say that the first night was right before garbage day so our can was out by the street and the bear had knocked over the can and pulled garbage out into the woods. Nick cleaned it all up when he saw it the next morning but it just means that he's been roaming all over our property which is 5 acres! OK, so at this point we had to do something about the bear. I named him Barney and then decided that I should only name things that I like so that was pointless. Nick did something a little more productive and called the Florida Wildlife people. He told them about how close the bear got, the garbage episode, our little 10 pound dogs, the fact that we have a 12 month old, etc, etc, etc. And what did the guy on the phone say?! "Well that's what you get for living in bear country" WHAT?! Are you freaking kidding me!? No talk about trapping the bear or anything like that. He said that he would send us a bear package in the mail with a coloring book in it. First of all, my kid just turned 1. She doesn't color yet, you dumb ass. Secondly, do your job and come get this bear out of my yard! I told my friend, Denise, about all this and she couldn't believe it. She said that we practically live in downtown Crawfordville! hahahaha! I'm sorry, anyone who has been to Crawfordville knows that that statement in itself is pretty humerus! We got this "package" the other day and it's a pamphlet and the coloring book that talk all about how lucky we are to live near bears and that we need to appreciate them, blah blah blah. You know what it made me realize? I now know that bears are tied with snakes at the number four spot of things I think should be extinct. They are right below roaches, toads and alligators.

It has now been two weeks since the bear sightings. We haven't had any more issues with our can on garbage day and there's no other sign of him around. We have installed super flood lights that are even brighter then the ones we previously had and Nick brings his gun when we take the dogs out at night, just in case. Let's just all hope that the bear stays away!

My Crib Story

So I completely forgot to write about how we had to drop Alexa's crib down to the lowest level. Before I even begin, let me say that we dropped it down to the middle one months and months ago. Probably when she was about 5 months old. Amanda taught her how to pull herself up in the crib (thanks Mandy.) so we dropped it down then just in case. Since then Alexa is obviously pulling herself up all the time. In fact, when I walk into her room after every nap, she's standing in the corner of her crib facing the door with both elbows on the top and her chin resting on her hands. It's pretty cute. And let's go ahead and use that as a reference to how high the top of the crib came on her. It was about armpit level. So about a month ago (I told you I was late in telling this story) I was laying in bed one morning listening to her talk to herself in her crib. I knew that Nick had gotten up already and he was probably sitting on the couch drinking his coffee and waiting for her to wake up a little more before picking her up. I was facing away from the monitor (more on the video monitor in my next post) and I noticed that her talking changed. It wasn't distressed or anything but something about her little noises changed so I rolled over to peek at her on the monitor. Let me tell you that that child had both arms up on the top of the crib with her right foot also on the top of the crib and was hopping off her left foot to try to jump over. Now let's all take a moment to appreciate that it was relatively early in the morning (not my best time thanks to night shift) and I was still pretty much asleep. I jumped out of bed and I imagine that I looked something like a cross between mom walking to her bed after falling asleep on the couch and those cartoons where the animal's feet are racing but they are not getting anywhere. You know what I'm talking about. I finally got my footing, started running out into the family room yelling "she's trying to get out of the crib!!!!" At that point Nick got of the couch and started running to her room. He reached the door first, yanked it open and Hot Stuff was standing in her crib looking at us and laughing. Needless to say, I picked up the baby while Nick went to get his screwdriver to lower the crib all the way down. I think she may be part monkey.

'How to put up an above ground pool' by Nick and Kristin (mostly Nick)

I love pools. LOVE THEM. To the point that when we were living in Davie, pretty much every day I had off, I was at the pool. Needless to say, living in Crawfordville, I've been in a little bit of a pool shock. I complain about it all the time. So my mom and Nick were at Target the other day and saw a 12 foot pool on an end cap for $32! That's right, you heard me, only thirty two dollars!!! So anyway, on Tuesday we finally had time to assemble the pool. For step by step instructions, please see below.

Before you begin, make sure you kill the grass that will be under your pool. You can do this by any means necessary including but not limited to killer bug spray, bleach in a spray bottle or actual grass killer. (I'll go ahead and save you some time and advise you to just get it over with and buy the damn grass killer...trust me.) Once your grass has turned sufficiently brown, select a date and time to set up your pool. Apparently the best time to do this is in the heat of the day, when it's about 110 degrees outside.

OK, step 1: Make a crop circle. Or in our case, a crop egg. This can most easily be done with a riding lawn mower. You know when it's the right size when you walk outside to find your husband riding in circles laughing his crazy evil laugh! At this point, just go ahead and tell him to stop.

Step 2: Take the huge roll of plastic that you had origionally intended to be the worlds largest slip-n-slide and cut it to fit in your crop circle. (Sorry about the slip-n-slide, Katie. :( I'm sure we can get another super long roll of plastic)



Step 3: Get an increadably small amount of sand and spread it around on top of the plastic to try to level out the ground.

Step 4: Have a long, heated debate with your spouse regarding previously mentioned sand and how, while the concept is good, we are actually doing nothing to level the ground. One can even argue that it made it worse.

Step 5: Lay the pool on top of the plastic/sand combination and according to the instructions, let it sit in the sun. No worries, because you are doing this in the heat of the day, it will only take about 30 seconds for the pool to get almost too hot to touch.

Step 6: Put together the top PVC-like things for the frame of the pool. The last one will be hard to get together but as the instruction manual states: "You can do it!"



Step 7: Attach the leg pieces.

Step 8: Fill with water. Note: at this point feel free to let your baby splash around in the actively filling pool with her clothes on. Why not, right?

Well, head traumas do run in our family...

Before I get into all that...my mom came up last week to hang out and watch Alexa while I was at work. Nick was gone on a guys vacation to a cabin in Georgia with a bunch of well, the guys. They went golfing and white water rafting, drank and played pool. General guy stuff. It was nice for us because Alexa got to spend lots of time with G-ma and I got to hang out with my mom for a few days. Even more exciting is that we are leaving later this morning to visit them for a week. So we get lots of G-ma and Grandpa time (and Uncle Ricky). I know, foreign concept to some people, I actually like my family. My mom took lots of great pictures when she was here (she is not only an awesome photographer, she has a super awesome low light camera which I am totally jealous of that takes fantastic pictures!). Maybe when we get to Hollywood I'll put some up for you to see.

Anyway, back to the head trauma. I was driving to work on Monday night and got a frantic call from Nick (with Alexa screaming in the background) that she had fallen out of her high chair. I guess when he took the tray off and was hooking it onto the back of the chair she leaned forward and the straps unhooked. She fell about three and a half feet onto the wood floor on her head. She never lost consciousness and calmed when Nick picked her up but (after consulting our resident EMT turned RN) I told him to bring her to the ER just to be checked. I have to say, bravo to TMH ER. When I got up to the unit and the day shift nurses found out what happened they called the nursing supervisor who called the ER to let them know that my baby was coming in. At first I didn't want any special treatment for my child, but let me tell you, they were just fantastic! Nick called me when he got into the garage and by the time I got down to the ER, she was already weighed (19.2 lbs), vitals done, history being taken and a minute later we were shown to a room. The charge nurse came and introduced herself, the doctor came in right away, I was impressed. Now, they probably thought we were crazy. Here is this man who is so beside himself with guilt (even though he didn't do anything wrong) that he's not talking, a girl with too-big-for-her scrubs on (they were the only ones I had clean that night) and a baby with a big goose egg on her head and rug burn on her eye who is climbing all over the place laughing and making her hawk cry. That's right, her hawk cry. She was so tired that she was giddy and was hawk crying even with the paci in her mouth. Needless to say, the doc found that she was completely neurologically intact. He offered to do a CT if we wanted but suggested not to so we didn't. He said just to check her periodically through the night to make sure she was still ok. Nick was a little nervous going home with her so they came up to the PICU to hang out with me for awhile. That lasted a whole half hour because Alexa was way to interested in the room decorations and O2 set up to drink a bottle or go to sleep in the hospital crib. Apparently she fell right to sleep in the car on the ride home and when he woke her up at 2am, she was still appropriate. In the morning when I got home the bump on her head was gone and now she just has a black eye with still some nasty scabbed rug burn. So that's the story of Alexa's first (and hopefully last) head trauma/ER visit. Although, as my mom says, "she's a busy girl" so I feel like this is hardly the end of scrapes, bruises and black eyes. I'm just keeping my fingers crossed that the scabs will be gone by next Tuesday so we can get her nine month pictures taken!

My Roach Story

I was just looking back on my blog posts, you know, just looking to see if anyone commented on anything...which you haven't. Sorry, I had to throw that in there. Anyway, I was looking back on the blog posts and I noticed that since we found out I was pregnant there has been pretty much nothing but pregnancy posts. Now I know you all love reading about my pregnancy complaint of the month but who wants to be a bragger? Not I. So as promised, here is a blog about the roaches.

As you all know, we live in the country. Like, full out, can't see the neighbor's house, have to stop and let the deer cross the road country. (OK, so it's not that bad. It's actually a community where everyone has 5 acres...but still country!) So as expected, there are many different...shall we say life forms...that we have to deal with. The fore mentioned deer, raccoons, fox, bears (Seriously, a bear stole our garbage one time! Nick found paw prints on his truck where the bear was looking in the windows) frogs, snakes (scary!) and apparently roaches. We had the house sprayed as it was being built and the company comes out every year to spray again as part of their guarantee. So nothing to worry about right? Wrong. Two weeks ago we were upstairs and saw a roach. It was in the unfinished bonus room so my thought was as long as they aren't in the actual house, no big deal. Plus, it was the first roach we've seen since moving in. Well a couple days after that, again while in the bonus room, another roach. OK, that was weird but again it was upstairs and both roaches were right by the opening into the actual attic. Well...in the past week there have been two roaches in the house!!! Nasty! I hate roaches, I think we should coordinate a world wide effort to kill them all (along with toads and alligators. Snakes are working their way onto that list too). And these weren't little roaches either. They were big, fat, black roaches and they looked like they could probably fly. Thank God Nick was home to get them because they are the one insect that I will run screaming in the other direction. Actually, for the first one I jumped on the couch, curled up into a ball, and put two blankets over me (including my head). Hey, they look like they could fly, remember? And the second time I took the dogs and ran into our room with them, closing two doors between us and the roach. Needless to say, Nick is calling the bug people this week. Any other insects or spiders, I kill with no problem. Lizards I pick up and put back outside. But roaches. I just can't handle that.

Nick, his garden, and his hoe

I think that about says it all.

Halloween...it's a commin'

While I realize that Halloween is another week and a half away, here at the Weaver's we are getting ready full out. We are bringing back our annual Halloween party (we took a year off last year because, well, we didn't have a house...or friends). Now that we are completely moved into the casa, let the partying continue. As for the friends, let's just say that the Tallahassee version of our holiday parties will probably be a lot different than the Davie versions. No worries, it grows with time, right? Anyway, the dogs tried on their costumes (how freaking cute are they?!). In case you can't tell, Daisy is a monkey, Wolfie is a alligator/dragon, Glynniss is a bumble bee and Minnie is a mermaid. They say thank you again to their grandma for buying them the kick ass costumes at Target after Halloween last year. Gotta love a bargin!

We also carved pumpkins last night! It was Nick and my first time carving pumpkins together (how cute). Of course the power tools came out and I think that for not having the appropriate carving utensils, we did a pretty good job! This one was the first one we did (thanks for the inspiration, Megan!). I haven't taken pictures of the other ones yet.

Well that's our Halloween fun of the week. While it's not my favorite holiday, Nick loves it so I hope the party this weekend turns out to be a good one!

July Update

We've had a busy summer so far. I was in Orlando on my birthday to watch my south florida girls compete and take class at convention. Everyone was wonderful (as usual), lots of overall awards, a few scholarships and a few more girls who should have gotten scholarships! Katie, Janell and I had lots of fun hanging out, going to the pool and making some kick ass bracelets to sneak into convention (one of our best ideas EVER!!!). I drove back up to Tally the night of my birthday and that weekend Nick and I bought a truck because the lease on his car was up. It's a 2008, in really good condition and I like it because when we drove down to Hollywood the next weekend we didn't have to take my car! We went down for Lissette's wedding which was beautiful! I got to see one of my best friends get married (finally!) and brush up on my spanish at the same time...you really can't go wrong. We saw Harry Potter with the whole fam-damily (minus mom) while we were there. It was good, nothing compared to the book, but we were prepared for that. Anyway, the dogs handled the trip real well. They slept lined up down my back while I was sleeping in the back seat on the way down. If I wake up in time tomorrow I'm going to try to take pictures of them outside on my freshly mowed lawn (I think Nick has found his new talent!).

Herniated Discs

Ok, so apparently these things gravitate toward me. About 9 or 10 years ago Nick hurt his neck when he was at a national guard training and then a couple years after that he was in a car accident that aggrivated it. He had an MRI then and, according to him, the doctor said that he has two herniated discs (C4-C5 and C5-C6). Every year or so his neck starts hurting and about two years ago it hurt so bad that he actually went back to a doctor for pain meds. So Tuesday morning, after I had slept for about two hours, Nick woke me up practically crying in pain. Apparently he slept wrong, something about a missing pillow. I took him to the ER and a shot of Toradol, and 2mg of Dilaudid later he was still in pain. Crazy, right? That would have totally put me on my ass! The nurse even made a comment about how he was "not a small man" (haha) and she was impressed how he was able to walk out of there. Anyway, it's now 5 days later and we are out of muscle relaxers, he finished his prednisone today, he only has a couple percocet left but at least he is able to walk around the house a little bit. Maybe Monday he'll go back to work. Between Wolfie, Minnie and Nick, I'm over the whole herniated disc thing. My dad said that he should fall off a ladder, it worked for him. I'm looking into that.

Oh Crap...

Ok, Ok, I'm sorry. I did not realize I had such a following! hehehe. Sorry I was in a mood the other night and I completely appreciate everyone checking my blog every day :) I read yours every day too. And I am again sorry that I didn't respond earlier but I was working and then last night we had a bit of a internet problem. This problem was in the form of a playstation 3. Nick and Nicky found the need to hook up the playstation to the internet so that they could play socom online. Which is fine until they went to bed and failed to hook the internet back up to the computer. I tried everything I could think of to get the internet to work but of course I couldn't figure it out. Suprise, suprise. But I got my scrapbooking night so that's good. I finished the recital book and I started on a little book for Brandi's graduation party. Yes, I'll bring them to Orlando this weekend. I'm highly excited for the fun filled family weekend with Grammy. Well that's about all I have to say for now. I'm at Jenifer's using her computer (since ours is still not going online) and I have to go to work now.

We Moved!

For those of you who did not know, Nick and I just recently moved to Crawfordville, FL. It's about halfway between Tallahassee and the panhandle, for those of you who don't know where that is (I would assume that's just about everyone). We have 5 acres of land that we are building our house on and in the meantime we are taking over at Nicky's house. Hopefully the house will be done in a couple of months (they said 4-5, so that puts it to be done in January) because as much as we love Nicky, living in a small room with all of our stuff kind of sucks. They actually finished pouring all of the foundation today, we had a minor set back in the form of tropical storm Faye. Between Faye and other storms, it rained here every day for two weeks, which apparently is not good when you want to lay concrete...who knew. Anyway, Nick is teaching 5th grade at Riversink Elementary (I think that's a horrible name, it sounds like someone is going to sink in a river) and I am currently orienting in the PICU at Tallahassee Memorial Hospital. Nick seems to really like his job, there is another male 5th grade teacher, which is nice for him. Someone to talk football with. The PICU at TMH is interesting so far, its very different than Joe D. A lot of things that I'm not used to and not a lot of things that I am used to. I guess it will work out in the end. Most of this for now will probably be about the house, which I know is not very interesting for most people, so I'm sorry ahead of time. I'm also sorry for how nasty this blog thing looks, I'm still trying to figure it out...