Bad News--Good News

Bad News:
I dropped my phone in the toilet (Yes. Again.) and it no longer works.
My pretty, shiny, new, red phone. Sad.
I also got somewhat stranded in Orem for a while when my car decided it was against me. Luckily, I was right by the Mazda Dealership which, luckily, is right next door to the Honda Dealership because Legacy Mazda is empty... something about embezzlement and stolen cars? Wow.
Anyway, after a brief conversation with a security guard, I hoofed it to Honda with a sleeping baby on my shoulder, used their phone to call Blaine, Bountiful Mazda, and Mazda Roadside Assistance for a tow home to Salt Lake. Wonderful Blaine picked me up and we headed home. Good thing it's still under warranty.

Good news:
Thanks to sickness that is (thankfully) over now, I am a Gossip Girl addict. You know, "You know you love me." "I'm Chuck Bass." "xoxo." Gossip Girl.
I'm reminded of what Alison told me about this show when it first started... it's everything wrong with America and everything I hate about TV... and I LOVE it.
She's right. It's awfully good.
Hey--I loathe Reality TV, so I guess this is my outlet. Yes, I am aware that I am substituting one kind of garbage for another, but at least mine has pretty clothes and is supposed to be scripted.

And the best news:
Jake and I are headed to WA tomorrow for Matty's graduation.
I can't wait. Although, we'll miss you Blaine. I promise. :)

MY HEROES

These two rock. Nuff said.

Rock Bottom?

Doug reminded me of this picture tonight when I shared with him (and the rest of the Carters) that I may or may not have peed my pants while I was throwing up today.
I guess he's right... it can always get worse.

Thank Goodness

I've been feeling down today.
Thank goodness for sisters who always talk to me and these songs. They are making me smile.
(Thanks Brent and Ben for turning me on to these happy tunes.)

Pool Time! (Last of NM trip)

As usual, we had a great trip visiting the Carters in New Mexico. I saved the best for last: POOL TIME! We love the Carter pool... and Jake loved the kiddie pool. Thanks for a great time, Nona and Grandpa. We love you.

 Just testing the water.

Daddy and Jake in full-summer-garb.
He doesn't really like the sunglasses. Darn.

Happy baby.

More...

And more.

The two J's.

They loved it. Can you blame them?

I Heart Conan

Foiled!

It happened last night...

My first trip to the new Nordstrom Rack and I found the perfect pair of summer wedge sandals.
Cork. Suede. Red. I was in love.

But I had to convince Blaine.
So, I carried 'righty' around the store with me for a while. I know-- I'm weird. Sometimes I need to hold on to something in a store to convince myself that either: a) I really, really want and/or need it, or b) I don't. (I was also wearing a darling Nordstrom plaid jacket at the time. Don't judge me.)

Anyway, we had just put back the jacket and were on our way back to women's shoes to make a decision. I was leaning on buying the red beauties as I rounded the corner to discover that 'lefty' was M.I.A. Instead of my box with one shoe there was nothing. "Huh," I said, as I looked at Blaine quizzically.

Then we saw each other. The pretty, tall, blonde girl with excellent skin and style. She was looking at me holding [my] box with 'lefty' and I was standing there with 'righty' perched in my hand. We awkwardly laughed at ourselves and the predicament we had found ourselves in. It would have been an adorable situation for a Romantic Comedy, except that we were only interested in those damned shoes.

We exchanged some phrases like, "Um, you saw them first," {her} and "Well, I really shouldn't be buying them anyway" {me}. I think she was a little intimidated by Blaine, who kept making "jokes" that we were going to slash her tires and beat her up in the parking lot. I assured her that he was "all talk" and ultimately let her have them. (And, no they didn't have any more in my size... I checked.)

I was so depressed the rest of the night I almost didn't enjoy the rolls at Texas Roadhouse. *Sigh*

Her parting words to me were, "Thanks... you have some major goood Karma coming your way."
I hope so, Pretty, Tall, Blonde Girl with Excellent Skin and Style.
I really hope so.

Fly Me to the Moon

While in NM, (that's NEW Mexico for you simpletons out there) we participated in the traditional Carter Rocket Festival. We all built our rockets (and by "we all", I mean that Blaine made mine), painted them (by "painted" I mean that I adhered some stickers), and then sent them flying.
I'll be honest, when I heard the plans for said Festival, I was kind-of excited--I mean, I thought it might be fun and kinda cool, but was not expecting the phenomenon the Carter boys were making it out to be. Needless to say, it was pretty much awesome. Who knew that blowing things up into the air could be so much fun? I won't include any captions on these pics, because well, they pretty much speak for themselves.

We have a Crawler!

So, here I am posting Jakey pictures again.
That's funny.

We've had some big changes/progressions in the last week or so. It started with Jake all-of-a-sudden being able to sit up from a horizontal position. Then, he was really, really trying to crawl--not just rocking on all fours. Then distinctive babbling. He's always been pretty vocal, but we really think he's "talking" to us now and we love it. Then real crawling. And now, pulling himself up to a standing position. Wow. Nap-time just got a whole lot harder, but we can't help but feel so proud when we peek at him in his room to find him standing up and looking for us.

This parenting stuff is pretty cool.

Here are a few snaps of Jake's first "real" crawling experience right when we unpacked him from our trip to New Mexico.

To Prove Something About Myself... Er, Maybe TO Myself

I realize that I am at risk of becoming a mom who only blogs about her kid. Not that there's anything wrong with that, it's just not the sole reason I started blogging in the first place--which was to shamelessly promote my own vain antics of pop-culture and "journaling". That being said--I get WAY more response with the "kid talk" on here, but will try to plug my own selfish thoughts anyway... here it goes.


I've discovered the "25 most listened to" option on my ipod. I guess I knew it was there, but didn't start frequenting the list until pretty recently. Maybe I was afraid of what would be on there... sometimes, my choices for tunes are less than "hip". (Who doesn't like a little Spice Girls here and there? C'mon!) Anyway, I've surprised myself with my own taste (even though there was very little that wasn't considered "retro"), and rediscovered an entire album in the process. There was Tom Petty, The Clash, Aimee Mann, The Cure, The White Stripes, Depeche Mode, and YAZ.

Yaz: Upstaires at Eric's. Man, what an album. I got all nostalgic listening to it in its entirety... and was brought back to nights dancing with Val in her bedroom in Middle School. Yeah, the band was old even then-- we were always considered "retro", I guess. Some favorites from 'Eric's' include: Midnight, Only You, and In My Room. All very mod-sounding and very Euro. I love it. Give it a listen--I dare you.