You win some, lose some and watch some tv.

I prefer vacations with all three members of my little family present.
When all three of us are healthy.
Vacations where all the fun things you pictured happening, happen.
Vacations where real life stress doesn't nudge it's way in.
Real life can suck it. ;)

But there has been some good moments. And I did finally watch season one of Mad Men. So not all bad, right?

All about my new BFF

I love it when I let strange men into my home.

That came out all sorts of wrong but we're going to go with it.

Tuesday a repair man came to work on our front door.

The door was deciding to randomly open and I was deciding to respond with angry, lengthy tirades that would scar my baby for life if he heard.

I try to keep my mommyness on around him but that door was making it difficult. It was going to come down to a fist fight and I'll be the first to tell you I suck at those. Like I tried to punch a guy in the face in highschool and missed by a foot suck. Who misses? Me. So the door was owning me. I needed professional help.

My door repair man had a top ten hit in Sweden two years ago.

"Darling, I found myself divorced with the custody of four kids. 1.6 million dollars in the hole. That's a whole lot to write about."

Yes sir, it is. Is that enough weather stripping?

"Yup, she was the biggest jack mormon this world has ever seen. Ever."

Bet she was. Do you need that drill my baby just wandered off with, cause I'm pretty sure he won't give it back. Are you going to sing? Please don't sing. Are you going back to the store? Don't let him leave Jared, we're paying by the hour.

Phin is going for his razor. Liza's trying to eat Phin's snack. Crap, there's toilet paper on my shoe. Bigger crap. It isn't toilet paper. I think it's a piece of diaper. Triple crap. Why is there a diaper somewhere that isn't whole? Quadruple crap, did the dog knock over the garbage. Crap. Literally.

Clean mess or rock baby? Rock baby. Diapers don't pull your hair out when nap deprived. Or when they're happy. Actually, diapers are pretty good at leaving your head alone. Is that guy still talking about his wife?

I now own his cd and I think I'm invited to a concert. Pardon, showcase. I have to double slam my door for it to stay closed, but stay it does. Whew.

All that's behind me though because I'll be on vacation in a mere 18 hours. Last time I went on vacay I ended up in bed with a whole pizza.

The things that will cheer me up

I'm feeling a bit down about Monday. So this is a little post about all the good things I'm looking forward to this week.

Number One: This guy is here this weekend and next. What? Two weekends in a row? And some of the days in between? A summer miracle for sure.


Number Two: Lesco's parents are coming into town. We're hosting breakfast on Saturday, my mother in law's birthday. I happened to secure a pretty delicious recipe from a co worker. I practiced today and it was heavenly. I veered a little off my real food challenge and ate half the pan.


Number Three: It's officially Club Tahoe Time. In fact, it started 11 hours ago. I've been going to this condo by the lake since I was 2 months old. This week is night time jaunts up to the lake. Next week, vacation.

Number Four: Did you read three closely? I get to countdown on post its for the next five days. Vacation

Number Five: My photo class I'm taking through Nevada Museum of Art is meeting at a really cool location. That means I'm going to take cool photos, right? Right? Is that a cricket?

Five things is good, right? That's one for every work day.

Can't hurt to end things with a picture of my two favorite people. Ever.

Things we talk about in the car

Being on the road with my Lesco reminded me that he a serious man with serious concerns. Serious.

He would like to go on record as one of the first to be concerned about mankind's future. Specifically, android/human relationships. He dreads the day when people choose a robot over a person.

Don't laugh, says Lesco. They will be sophisticated robots. Robots that buy exciting and thoughtful birthday gifts, do dishes, brush your dogs teeth.

He's really worried.

Also, he told me that all most important moments in his life happened in Chick-Fil-A.

These things, apparently, don't qualify.

-The day we met
-Engaged
-Married
-Birth of our child
-The day I told him that I am, in fact, an android

He's the best.

I wish I was a Southern Belle.

Have I mentioned I'm a country convert? It's been two years now. I remember the day I told Jared. I made him sit down. I said I had some hard news to share. He took it ok.

Really. I've always been one of those humans that said "Everything but country" when someone asked me what music I listened too. Mostly it was punk/ska/emo/indie/a little bit of that screaming kind. I had purple hair. Saying that makes me sound a whole lot cooler than I was. I was soo not cool. I dated guys with more piercings than organs. Didn't ya know that dating a guy with three lips rings and two tongue piercings is super hot? All that clicking when they try to talk... rawr!

Since my conversion I've wanted to visit the south. I'm convinced I would be a happy girl down there; the kind that ate grits and hung out with hot guys up on water towers. I probably sound so lame to all of you from that region. I am, but more because I do things like countdowns to my birthday on post it notes ten months out, not because I'm obsessed with southern living.

Last Thursday Jared sent me a little email at work. One with flight information for Saturday morning. I tried to maintain a professional attitude. I tried to only focus on very important, work related things. I failed.

He planned the whole thing. He arranged vacation time with my boss, care for Phinny with my Mom, had family stay at our house to watch my puppy.

I was under the impression that we were going on a two day trip to San Fransisco. That Lesco fooled me again.

I'll totally admit I'm spoiled. 100 percent.

We went on a road trip from Nashville down to Savannah and back. We ended up at a cornbread festival. We had pecan and peach pie from every roadside stand and diner we saw it advertised. We fell in love with dreamy, historic Savannah and beachy Tybee island. We had FIVE nights of sleep, FIVE. For the record, I cried at least once a day over my baby) We marveled at how green it was. (Sorry Cali, you have nothing on the South.)

I accidentally started talking in a Southern accent to people and would pretend I didn't understand their confusion when they asked where I was from. Reno, NV.

I freaked myself out on a Ghost tour and got up close and personal with Brad Paisley at the Grand Ole Opry.

It was so much fun. The best part was just hanging out with Lesco, like the olden days. Olden being 13.5 months ago but let me tell ya, it feels a whole lot longer than that.

I miss my baby.

Sitting in an airport. Wishing I was here. With him. So, so bad.

But this was nice.

I am never ever leaving him again. Ever, ever, ever.

Feeling the love

I'm going on vacation for a week and I really think my co workers are going to miss me. Just look at the sweet notes they've left me in last few weeks.

Don't worry besties, I'll be back soon!