FROM SCRATCH

We have become more and more 'from scratch' people as of late. Our greatest 'from scratch' treasure lies with the strawberries in our not-so-famous-but-just-you-wait strawberry bread. Our next door neighbor works at WinCo with the produce and brings us soon-to-expire-but-still-good-to-eat foods. This time it was a big ol' crate of strawberries. Tyler got all of the ingredients ready to make the bread, cooking show style, as we planned to stay up late into the night finishing LOST, but soon found he was down and out one ingredient. As he made his dinner I ended up passing out on the couch, I was so tired. So we went off to bed, LOST-less and bread-less, until tomorrow.

IN NEED OF A NEW DR.

This morning my belly button was hurting more than ever; it was super red and tender. I got to work, ate breakfast and immediately became nauseous. The day progressed and it only got worse; I called my mom and got a doctor's appointment for later in the afternoon. The day dragged on until 2:30 and I dashed to the doctor's office to get some remedies. Tyler and I waited for the doctor for over an hour and once we finally got in he accused me of having done something stupid: apparently he thought that I had an infection from a belly button ring. Once I lifted my shirt, he realized I had no piercing there and then became concerned. He took one look at it, wrote me some prescriptions and sent us on our merry way in just under 5 minutes. Uh, okay, no swabbing, no testing, no follow up… it really was a weird visit. But I now have an antibiotic and some ointment to help me on the mend.

YOU FOUND WHAT?

Tonight I am debating what to change up with my hair. I am in dire need of a trim (cough cough Megan) and I cannot wait for my belated straightener of a present to come from my mother oh so very soon. WARNING: DO NOT READ FURTHER IF YOU ARE MEDICALLY SQUEAMISH. As I was changing into my pajamas I noticed some green and brown smears on the stomach area of my clothing. I looked down at my belly button (which has been hurting me for a couple of weeks, but I didn't think too much of it, dumb belt) and noticed a black thing poking out. I panicked and my mind jumped immediately to some bug burrowed deep into my navel. I shouted for Tyler and he came and got the tweezers. I closed my eyes expecting it to hurt quite terribly, when in fact I didn't feel a thing when he said he was done. I looked down and it looked like some sort of pod. We smashed it open and it ended up being hair, pus and skin all balled into one. Tyler painfully took a q-tip to my belly hole and blood came out. Awesome. Tomorrow I shall try to get into a doctor. Thank goodness it wasn't a bug. Oh heavens to Betsy thank goodness it wasn't a bug.

ONE

The washer stopped working last night, oh almond joy. The washer repairman came this morning and took a look. One measly part, that's all it takes for the whole thing to shut down and say, 'NO MORE.' On a literally lighter note, I lost one pound today. I could grovel and moan, but a pound is a pound and at least I didn't gain. To this date my Dad and I have lost exactly the same poundage: 18.25. Can you believe it? He only has to lose ten more pounds… makes me think of this commercial.

FEELIN' SWANKY

Every three months my work puts out a catalogue, this upcoming one is for winter, so what better place to shoot than Deer Valley? I had to wake up at the buttcrack of dawn to make it to the St. Regis for the walk-through tour. Did you know that the St. Regis is nestled high above the rest and can be accessed by a funicular (a swanky tram)? You enter at the lower resort and this tram sort of thing takes you up, up and away. It was a lovely site to see, even though I got majorly lost because the valet man did not specify that I needed to ride said funicular to get to the upper resort.

SINGING SINGING

Last night Tyler and I stayed up way too late for these little doggies. We decided to make new singing cards for nursery (we lay them on the ground, picture up; whoever is being most reverent/participative gets to come up and pick a card) as well as make a couple of extra ones because we have such a large group of kiddies. We probably went a little extra mile-ish by making cards for Mother's Day, Father's Day, Christmas and Easter. These three turned out to be my favorites and ironically they are also the least colorful of the bunch. Can you guess these songs?

SEMI-SPRING CLEANING

Even though we bummed around a bit today, we still got a lot accomplished, especially in the second bedroom. That room seems to keep piling up with junk with every ticking day… bills, mail, laundry, books, magazines, etc. Well, today we took a little chunk of our day to clean house, or shall I say second bedroom? In all of the cleaning, we got things filled away and I finally cleaned off my art desk. Now maybe I will get to that blank canvas that has been staring at me for the past year or so… just maybe.