Dear Blank Please Blank

One day my students showed me a witty website called dearblankpleaseblank.com. While some of the entries are inappropriate and just plain dumb, many are comical and eye-opening. Eric and I decided to submit some of our own:

Dear NBA,

Please whine more about your "lousy" compensation.

Sincerely,

Your teacher

Dear Marijuana Vendors,

Tylenol cures headaches too.

Sincerely,

I still have my limbic system

Dear Students,

Do you not see the irony of replacing your Fahrenheit 451 reading assignment with Spark Notes?

Sincerely,

Bradbury saw this coming, dummy.

We think we're so funny.

The Loony Bin

Do you feel like you're losing touch with those around you? Do you often forget words in the middle of a... um... you know... that thing with words in it? Do you find it hard to follow casual conversation, movies, books, thoughts, or commercials? If you answered yes to any of these questions, you might be getting old. If you answered yes to all of these questions, you must be pregnant.

I used to tease my mom about getting old, then I stopped cuz I uh...hold on... I used to tease her but then I, oh I'll think of it later.

Turns out absentmindedness is a legitimate pregnancy symptom. It also turns out that I have a severe case of it. The other day I drove to Mountain View (10 min. away) to pick up a pizza. I got there and realized I didn't have my wallet. So, I drove all the way home in a huff, ran into the house, and still couldn't find it. In frustration I shoved my hand in my jacket pocket and voila. I had had my wallet all along in the hidden vault of my front pocket. No wonder I couldn't find it.

My form of communication has flipped from intelligible speech, to general pantomimes. Who knew Eric was a... what's that one game where you act things out? Charades. Who knew Eric was such a charades wizard?

Most of my stories go like this: "The other day I was looking at funny baby shirts. Like uh, Eric, what was that one? No... the other one. Oh, forget it. They were funny though." It really takes the dramatic effect and the downright purpose out of anything I try to communicate.

I even had a nightmare that I had forgotten I had a baby. Then I woke up and for a moment couldn't remember where I'd put the baby until I found it in my womb.

I've realized that I'm going to be either pregnant or getting old for the rest of my life now. This is only the beginning of my mental decline. Goodbye brain, hello sticky notes.

Happy Birthday, Sugar!

We just celebrated Eric's 27th birthday in Park City. I married an old, old man. I sure love that wrinkly little devil. Happy birthday, Puddin'.

Ultrasound

When we found out we were having a boy, we got the cutest ultrasound! Of course, we may be a little biased, but our little skeletor baby makes the cutest startled face in it. I've only watched it about 500 times and thought I'd share it. We also got some footage of his manhood, but I'll protect his modesty, although he felt NO inclination to do so.

We also...

Here's some pictures of us at the Denver Art Museum, more appropriately named the DAM. We usually go to liberally make DAM jokes, but also enjoy the artwork.

Shadow Art

Trying our hands at the potter's wheel.

Our New Place

My mom graciously came over to help us paint our family room and kitchen. We were finally able to hang up some pictures and get settled in to our new house. Being pregnant when we moved and painted was the best work avoidance strategy I've ever had. THANK YOU MOM!

Family Room

Kitchen Close Up

Kitchen

Hall

Master Bathroom (still choosing paint colors)