You weren't there, you wouldn't understand the magic.

"Doctors are sadists who like to play God and make lesser people scream." -Juno

Like a fierce kick in the...

A new food allergy test just determined that I am allergic to fruit and the combination of potato and grain.
No lie.
Doc has me totally and completely off fruit for 6 weeks. He needs to determine which fruits specifically I am most sensitive to. Potato and grain..eh, I can work with that. But FRUIT? I eat fruit everyday! Heck, I eat at least three a day while at work. WHO IS EVER ALLERGIC TO FRUIT??!?!! COME ON!

Have you ever had someone tell you that you CAN'T have something? Notice how you become increasingly aware of that 'something' you can't have?
Oh, I'm soooo aware of fruit now. Everywhere I turn there is a big bodacious, juicy piece of fruity goodness.

Boo.

Six weeks. Hide your delicate deliciousness sweet friends, I cannot be held responsible for my actions.

Mmmmm!

Need a good idea for a fun date night?
Go to St. Cupcake and share a treat. This place is truly one of NW Portland's jewels. Yuuummm....

Why the anger?

Dana here. A simple question i ask. Several weeks ago andrea and I were attending a function with some friends. We were enjoying the day and all of our friends who were there. There was one person andrea and i were having a conversation with and boy was it an eye opener.

he is a very well respected and enjoyable gentleman who not long ago lost his wife to a long battle with cancer. We had been conversing for about 10 mins and we start getting into deeper conversation. We asked how he is doing with the loss of his lovely wife, and he boldly said he is doing well and is learning to get through each day. He told us about some of the stages of emotions that follow when you lose someone you love. One of the stages he mentioned that will stick in my mind for the rest of my life, is anger. Not anger like you would think. Like i mentioned before this was a very wise and loving man. He said that the hardest thing is seeing people in marriages, treating their spouses like garbage. He hated seeing people speak to and act with anger to the one they so call 'love'. It sure was a reality check for me. So i challenge you to ask yourself. Am i Loving my spouse the best i can? Am i treating them with the love i promised them on our wedding day?

Fall in the NW...

Things I LOVE:

* Sweaters, hoodies, scarves, boots & hats
* Firelight, big blankets & hot chocolate or cider
* Amazing holiday fragrances filling our home.. cinnamon, nutmeg & pumpkin..OH MY!
* Holiday music starts playing everywhere before Halloween
* Sunbreaks and SNOW!

Things I don't so much love:

* Going to work in the dark
* Driving home..in the dark
* Rain
* Clouds
* Sitting at work...and it's dark out. Boo.

Molly's First Flight

Needless to say last night was slightly traumatic for our little Molly mouse. For the first time in her life, she took flight.

Dana and I are in what I am certain will be a life long disagreement of who has the worst sleeping habits. He is convinced that I am a bed hog. He clearly does not understand that I am simply trying to scoot over to where EVERY blanket/sheet seem to be...on his side. Blanket hog? Bed hog? Both? Neither?
Last night I woke up to find him sweetly wrapped up in our bed linens. What he doesn't know is he as an indescribable super-human-death-grip on said linens while he is sleeping. If there is ever any chance of me getting to share them, I have to have a strategy, be smart about it. Last night, I chose the barrel roll approach. Grab a handful, and roll over as fast as and as hard as you possibly can.

Cut to Molly. That bundle of joy sleeps with us every night. We put her little bed at the end of ours and on occasion she comes up to snuggle with us. We hardly know she's there though because she buries her self deep into the covers and curls up into a little ball.

Cut to Jane Bond Barrel Roll maneuver. Ready. Set. Wait, position pillow so I don't have to move too much afterward. OK, ready. Set. ROLL! Roll almost complete, sheets in hand, and out of NOWHERE a black thing FLEW over my shoulder off of the bed. I didn't even have to hear the crash to know what took flight. Having been so abruptly jolted out of her dog chasing dreams and quite literally thrown into the bedroom wall, Molly was confused and disoriented. She just stood there and looked at me as if she was saying.. "MOM!! What the..?!!" I immediately scooped her up, she buried her face in my neck and dug her claws into my pajamas. Poor baby didn't know what happened! This little one is a tough cookie and of course she is in ship-shape, but I am sure she will re-think snuggling with us for awhile.

I'm am also rethinking my night time sheet stealing strategy. Maybe from now on, I will just keep an extra blanket under the bed on my side.