Well I haven't posted much this week, because honestly its been pretty damn boring. Here is basically how it went...
Monday: worked, went home, ate dinner, watched TV
Tuesday: worked, went home, ate dinner, watched TV
Wednesday: worked, went home, ate dinner, watched TV
Thursday: worked, went home, ate dinner, went to Seahawks preseason game
Okay well the Seahawks game was fun. My sister Jaime took me, because her husband couldn't go. And a Seahawks game with Jaime is always good for a few laughs. It turns out that she has a bad habit of throwing beers when the game doesn't go as planned. This time, it was a Raiders punt return for like 95 yards and a touchdown thanks to some spectacularly missed tackles on the Seahawks part. In the midst of her frustration she accidentally flung her Bud Light bottle a few rows ahead of her. Luckily it was plastic, nearly empty, and the folks ahead of us glared a bit but did not complain. And it really was an accident, and Jaime was certainly embarrased by it. But all in all, it was a good start to her football season, and I'm sure the folks around her wishing that it wasn't too late to change their seats!
Friday, August 31, 2007
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
9 Years
It is hard to believe that Jeramy and I have been married for 9 years today. So much has happened during that time and yet it has just flown by. Weren't we just in high school? Wasn't it just a few weeks ago that Jeramy finally moved out into his own apartment scrimping by on $7.50 an hour? At the very least it seems like yesterday that we bought our house and he started his apprenticeship...but that alone was nearly six years ago.
I told him this morning that after 9 years, I am really thinking of keeping him for good. I mean its hard to get along with somebody else well enough to live with them, and I think that I've almost got him broken in. Plus he does a lot of wonderful things for me and yesterday is a good example.
When I woke up yesterday morning I wandered into the bathroom half-asleep. After um, relieving myself, I turned around and saw a gigantic, hairy wolf spider on the wall just above the toilet. It was about the size of my palm. I nearly screamed and ran out of the bathroom. Then I calmed myself down and thought through my options...
I needed to get Jeramy to kill it for me. But it was only 3:15am
I must kill it myself, but how?
I could use Jessie's vacuum method and suck it up. But it seemed too big for that and it might survive the suction and come back to haunt me later.
I could smush it with something but what? And what if I missed and it found some place else to hide?
I could use the other bathroom, but I'd have to walk by the spider to get my shampoo. And if he disappeared, I'd never know what happened to him.
So in the end, I woke Jeramy up. He didn't give me any grief, commented that the spider was indeed very large, killed it with rolled up newspaper and flushed the toilet. Unfortunately, the poor guy could not fall back asleep, but I am forever grateful to him for exterminating that and many other 8 legged creatures.
The truth is that I'm lucky to be married to an absolutely wonderful man. He is dependable...the type of guy that family and friends can always count on. He is always prepared. Seriously...during the Windstorm last December it was practically life as normal at my house despite 5 days without power. Or when the boat trailer's hub broke a few weeks ago, he had the back-up hub on and the trailer home within 45 minutes. Oh and he's very handy too...just look at my kitchen! And we're lucky enough to have so much fun doing things together whether its fishing, riding the motorcycle, quads, or camping. More importantly we share morals, values and a common outlook on life. Also, we trust each other completely, which has allowed each of us the freedom to pursue our individual interests in addition to doing the things we both enjoy together. We've grown up together, and unlike some couples who marry young, that has actually brought us closer together.
We don't have huge plans, but we are going out to dinner at Jimmie Mac's tonight. I have the day off today, and I plan on cleaning up a bit and going to see Becoming Jane. Jeramy might get off a bit early. It should be a fun, quiet evening together.
Also I've got an update on the Jeramy knee injury situation. He saw the orthapedic surgeon Monday who say that the PCL is only partially torn and that he doesn't recommend surgery at this time. We are of course very happy about this. At this point he is continuing physical therapy a couple times a week and will go back to the surgeon for a re-check. Plus he will be transferring out to the Valley job next week, which is convenient since he'll be much closer to all these doctors.
I told him this morning that after 9 years, I am really thinking of keeping him for good. I mean its hard to get along with somebody else well enough to live with them, and I think that I've almost got him broken in. Plus he does a lot of wonderful things for me and yesterday is a good example.
When I woke up yesterday morning I wandered into the bathroom half-asleep. After um, relieving myself, I turned around and saw a gigantic, hairy wolf spider on the wall just above the toilet. It was about the size of my palm. I nearly screamed and ran out of the bathroom. Then I calmed myself down and thought through my options...
I needed to get Jeramy to kill it for me. But it was only 3:15am
I must kill it myself, but how?
I could use Jessie's vacuum method and suck it up. But it seemed too big for that and it might survive the suction and come back to haunt me later.
I could smush it with something but what? And what if I missed and it found some place else to hide?
I could use the other bathroom, but I'd have to walk by the spider to get my shampoo. And if he disappeared, I'd never know what happened to him.
So in the end, I woke Jeramy up. He didn't give me any grief, commented that the spider was indeed very large, killed it with rolled up newspaper and flushed the toilet. Unfortunately, the poor guy could not fall back asleep, but I am forever grateful to him for exterminating that and many other 8 legged creatures.
The truth is that I'm lucky to be married to an absolutely wonderful man. He is dependable...the type of guy that family and friends can always count on. He is always prepared. Seriously...during the Windstorm last December it was practically life as normal at my house despite 5 days without power. Or when the boat trailer's hub broke a few weeks ago, he had the back-up hub on and the trailer home within 45 minutes. Oh and he's very handy too...just look at my kitchen! And we're lucky enough to have so much fun doing things together whether its fishing, riding the motorcycle, quads, or camping. More importantly we share morals, values and a common outlook on life. Also, we trust each other completely, which has allowed each of us the freedom to pursue our individual interests in addition to doing the things we both enjoy together. We've grown up together, and unlike some couples who marry young, that has actually brought us closer together.
We don't have huge plans, but we are going out to dinner at Jimmie Mac's tonight. I have the day off today, and I plan on cleaning up a bit and going to see Becoming Jane. Jeramy might get off a bit early. It should be a fun, quiet evening together.
Also I've got an update on the Jeramy knee injury situation. He saw the orthapedic surgeon Monday who say that the PCL is only partially torn and that he doesn't recommend surgery at this time. We are of course very happy about this. At this point he is continuing physical therapy a couple times a week and will go back to the surgeon for a re-check. Plus he will be transferring out to the Valley job next week, which is convenient since he'll be much closer to all these doctors.
Monday, August 20, 2007
Why I Love...and Hate...3 Year Olds
Our friends have the most precocious 3 year old I've ever met. Because Ryan is an only child he is very comfortable interacting adults and does so with surprising competence. Plus he can recite all of the lines from the scene in Talladega nights where the obnoxious kids go off on their grandfather at dinner...seriously funny stuff.
We were all at dinner at mutual friends' parents' house last night. In the living room with about a dozen people watching Ryan looks at me with concern and says, "Jennifer you have an owwie (spelling?) on your face!"
I'm puzzled and say "What do you mean?"
He says "right there on your cheek!"
That's when it hits me. He's talking about the scab from a huge zit on my face. Crap. Leave it to a preschooler to remind me how badly I'm failing at hiding this huge blemish in front of a whole bunch of people. I mean its bad enough that I'm 29 with acne...but to have to explain this to a 3 year old with a peaches 'n' cream complexion in front of friends is a bit humiliating. At minimum it made it impossible to continue my ignorant delusion that maybe nobody noticed.
So I respond with, "Well Ryan, its a zit. Thanks buddy, for pointing it out."
Ugh...and I want one of these someday?
We were all at dinner at mutual friends' parents' house last night. In the living room with about a dozen people watching Ryan looks at me with concern and says, "Jennifer you have an owwie (spelling?) on your face!"
I'm puzzled and say "What do you mean?"
He says "right there on your cheek!"
That's when it hits me. He's talking about the scab from a huge zit on my face. Crap. Leave it to a preschooler to remind me how badly I'm failing at hiding this huge blemish in front of a whole bunch of people. I mean its bad enough that I'm 29 with acne...but to have to explain this to a 3 year old with a peaches 'n' cream complexion in front of friends is a bit humiliating. At minimum it made it impossible to continue my ignorant delusion that maybe nobody noticed.
So I respond with, "Well Ryan, its a zit. Thanks buddy, for pointing it out."
Ugh...and I want one of these someday?
Thursday, August 16, 2007
The Diagnosis is in
Jeramy just called me because the results from the MRI on his knee are in. It turns out that he has torn his Posterior Cruciate Ligament (PCL). His next step is to meet with a surgeon to see if they want to go that route.
Of course, immediately following this news, I made my way to google to learn more. Most of the articles were impossible to actually understand, but this one was pretty good: http://orthopedics.about.com/cs/kneeinjuries/a/pcl.htm
Of course, immediately following this news, I made my way to google to learn more. Most of the articles were impossible to actually understand, but this one was pretty good: http://orthopedics.about.com/cs/kneeinjuries/a/pcl.htm
Was that a Dinner Party?
Last night we had 2 couples over for dinner as we wanted to cook up some of the Halibut we caught in Westport. After everybody left, Jeramy looked at me quizzically and said with a tone of disbelief in his voice "Was that a dinner party?"
When I thing of the words "dinner party" I get visions of fancy food, wine and conversation about current events. Anybody who knows Jeramy and I realizes that we are nearly the antithesis of these things. So perhaps that is why our version of a "dinner party" involves fish and chips, heniken, and conversation about how to make a Suzuki Samurai off-road capable.
When I thing of the words "dinner party" I get visions of fancy food, wine and conversation about current events. Anybody who knows Jeramy and I realizes that we are nearly the antithesis of these things. So perhaps that is why our version of a "dinner party" involves fish and chips, heniken, and conversation about how to make a Suzuki Samurai off-road capable.
Monday, August 13, 2007
Another Monday
Well there was a change (for the better!) in our commuting arrangements during the I-5 construction fiasco. Although he can't ride his Kawasaki in because of where the foot pegs sit, he can ride the Harley in. So that means I am free to work 4 10 hour days starting around 4:30am every day. I am definitely looking forward to have Wednesday off this week and next, but it was definitely difficult to drag myself out of bed at 3am. I did go to be at 8pm last night at least.
But of course this morning it seems that the commute isn't so bad after all. Jeramy said that he has never gotten to work faster. Let's just hope that everybody doesn't abandon their alternative arrangements after hearing this good news!
Luckily it wasn't hard to go to sleep that early, because I was up at 4am both Saturday and Sunday to go fishing. Overall we were pretty productive and caught a total of 8 pinks and 1 coho on our boat, with 6 of the pinks being ours. I lost a fish Sunday, which Jeramy is sure must have been a big one even though it was only on for a minute, so I got to hear about it for the rest of the day. Apparently when I lose a fish the assumption is that I did something wrong...why is the possibility that we just never had the fish hooked well so improbable???
Other than that my weekend consisted of shopping (I got a great new pair of jeans!), going to see the Bourne Ultimatum, cleaning, and trying to learn to knit socks on 2 circular needles.
Oh and did I mention that I saw a scooter gang coming up the hill from Redondo on the way to the grocery store on Sunday. What is a scooter gang, you ask? Well apparently (and I say apparently because I draw this from observation only) a scooter gang is a bunch of guys who ride around in a group on scooters. It's very much like a biker gang, except the riders tend to lack beards, tattoos, leather, and scantily clad women. I'm also better than instead of frequenting bars you'll find these groups at Starbucks or Panera.
What an exciting life I lead.
But of course this morning it seems that the commute isn't so bad after all. Jeramy said that he has never gotten to work faster. Let's just hope that everybody doesn't abandon their alternative arrangements after hearing this good news!
Luckily it wasn't hard to go to sleep that early, because I was up at 4am both Saturday and Sunday to go fishing. Overall we were pretty productive and caught a total of 8 pinks and 1 coho on our boat, with 6 of the pinks being ours. I lost a fish Sunday, which Jeramy is sure must have been a big one even though it was only on for a minute, so I got to hear about it for the rest of the day. Apparently when I lose a fish the assumption is that I did something wrong...why is the possibility that we just never had the fish hooked well so improbable???
Other than that my weekend consisted of shopping (I got a great new pair of jeans!), going to see the Bourne Ultimatum, cleaning, and trying to learn to knit socks on 2 circular needles.
Oh and did I mention that I saw a scooter gang coming up the hill from Redondo on the way to the grocery store on Sunday. What is a scooter gang, you ask? Well apparently (and I say apparently because I draw this from observation only) a scooter gang is a bunch of guys who ride around in a group on scooters. It's very much like a biker gang, except the riders tend to lack beards, tattoos, leather, and scantily clad women. I'm also better than instead of frequenting bars you'll find these groups at Starbucks or Panera.
What an exciting life I lead.
Thursday, August 9, 2007
The Commute from Hell will Commence in 24 Hours
Apparently the expansion joints on I-5 northbound need to be replaced between Spokane street and downtown. Which is good, because its nice to have well maintained freeways. I only wish they didn't have to shut down half of the northbound lanes for over two weeks because this won't be pretty. In fact the words "unprecedented gridlock from Seattle to past Tacoma" apparently communicate the most optomistic description of the anticipated state of the commute
WSDOT is trying their best to get people to use mass transportation during the construction. Ironically I, who vanpools to work every day, will be hitting the road in my car as my fellow vanpoolers have all decided to either go on vacation, work from home or take the train. Unfortunately my boss nixed the work from home option, so I had decided to work 4 10's from 4:30am - 3:00pm every day until...
Jeramy's knee. It now appears that he will be back at Harborview during the next couple of weeks. Normally when he works at Harborview he commutes on the motorcycle so that he can park on the job site, but he can't bend his knee enough to get on the bike. The alternative is to drive the car or truck but that requires parking at a garage several blocks away, and with a hurt knee I really can't see Jeramy making that trek up and down the incredibly steep James street everyday. So the alternative to the alternative is that I drop him off. Which is normally fine, except that this precludes me from working 4 10's.
So please pray for some miracle of knee healing. Because otherwise, I'm afraid that Jeramy and I might kill each other during these lengthy hours of our impending commute.
WSDOT is trying their best to get people to use mass transportation during the construction. Ironically I, who vanpools to work every day, will be hitting the road in my car as my fellow vanpoolers have all decided to either go on vacation, work from home or take the train. Unfortunately my boss nixed the work from home option, so I had decided to work 4 10's from 4:30am - 3:00pm every day until...
Jeramy's knee. It now appears that he will be back at Harborview during the next couple of weeks. Normally when he works at Harborview he commutes on the motorcycle so that he can park on the job site, but he can't bend his knee enough to get on the bike. The alternative is to drive the car or truck but that requires parking at a garage several blocks away, and with a hurt knee I really can't see Jeramy making that trek up and down the incredibly steep James street everyday. So the alternative to the alternative is that I drop him off. Which is normally fine, except that this precludes me from working 4 10's.
So please pray for some miracle of knee healing. Because otherwise, I'm afraid that Jeramy and I might kill each other during these lengthy hours of our impending commute.
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