Monday, December 19, 2011

24 hours and counting

That's right, we leave tomorrow! We are both frantically trying to finish things up at work before we head out for the next 14 days.

I just wanted to give a quick update on our appointment last Friday! Everything is looking super duper. I am 24 weeks along, and Gretel is growing and growing. At the next appointment in January I get to do the awesome glucose test. BLECH! That nasty fruit punch goo is already chilling in our fridge. I am not looking forward to chugging it. But the good news is that same day we will be doing the 3D sonogram, so be ready for the first clear pics of the little Grammatikii's face! We can't wait.

Looks like we might get some snow in Stuttgart, so hopefully we will have a white Christmas. It is one of my favorite things this time of year. And I am looking forward to experiencing all the traditions of D's family.

We went ahead and did our Christmas early so we didn't have to try and pack presents or lug them all over the place. D got off easy this year...I was with him when we picked out my new purse and diaper bag. :) I got him a new PC. Well, I hoarded cash so that he could build his own PC. (Joint checking accounts can be tricky.) He spent all day planning, comparing, and pricing. It was exactly what I was hoping for. Last night my extended family was gracious enough to do our Christmas eve tradition early. So we still got fabulous food, a huge cookie tray, and to join in the gift exchange. We will do our Christmas morning stuff when my bro and sis in law get in town in January. So excited for them to visit! And Elizabeth will be here for my baby shower. So fun!

Such a happy Christmas already, and so much more to celebrate! Next post will be from Germany!

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

It's almost Christmas!

I really really really love Christmas. Everything about Christmas. Trees, music, lights, Jesus, snow, cold, lattes, fam time, gift giving, and on and on. I love our little house when Christmas explodes in it. I try to maintain so that you can still walk through the place, but it's CHRISTMAS TIME! So that means music is playing all the time, the garland lights are on, so are the two trees. Yes, two trees. The big one in the front room, and a little one in the TV room. When D first bought the house in 2007, and we had the first Christmas tree for some reason we named it Jimmy. All subsequent trees have been Jimmy the second, and so on. This year it's Jimmy the Fifth aka FUNF (funf is five in German). This is Funf.
Even though we are only going to be in town for another week, I still wanted to get a tree and get it decorated. It helps with the Christmas sprit!

After this last trip to ATL, I came down with a fab cold. I had a little one last week, and after this crazy weekend everything caught up to me. By the time we were getting on the plane to head home, I was done. I thankfully spent the day at home yesterday, catching up on sleep and emails from the comfort of my bed. It was a much needed day of recouperation. I am not 100% today, but I do feel human again. I miss the joys of NyQuil, and the glorious sleep it brings. I hope Gretel likes the Mucinex and orange juice that I have been downing.

One week from today, we will be heading to Germany. I am so so excited. Mostly because the Christmas markets look AMAZING, but also because I miss D's fam. We haven't seen them since February. I know he is really looking forward to being home for the holidays. He hasn't been there for Christmas in six years, and he is so anxious. We are going to ONE MORE Kocher+Beck Christmas party. We were invited to the one that is in Stuttgart while Lars (D's boss and the owner of the company) was in town. So, the final and third shin dig will be the day that we get in. Just enough time to scarf some pretzels, take a nap, and get pretty for the party.

We might spend a few days in Vienna to have a break from the fam, and just have some alone time. If we do that, we will be back in Stuttgart for New Year's Eve with D's parents and a few more days with them before we head home.

Then we are HOME. I am really looking forward to it. This last trip really took it out of me. I don't rebound like I used to with Gretel around. And then I will only have two months of work left! That is crazy. It's really going quickly, and I feel like there are still a lot of things for me to organize and get ready before I go. It will all happen though.

Our next doctor appointment is Friday. Hopefully, it's just the regular old check up and Gretel and I are just fine. I will be scheduling our 3D sonogram then too. I can't wait to see her little face! Be on the look out for more pics of Christmas, and hopefully a few from Germany.

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Beachy beachy beach beach

It. Was. Glorious.

85, sunshiny,and blue sky for miles. We sat under little huts, drank cold delish juicy things (well, D had beer and CocoLocos), and just enjoyed the nothingness.

We had put off a few things we needed to talk about specifically for vacation time, and we both really appreciated the time to chat and stare at the waves while doing so. We got started on the great baby name discussion. We made some progress, started a list, and had fun trying to come up with things. It was even more entertaining since we forgot the baby name book my cousin had let us borrow, and so we were trying to Google all sorts of stuff.

I thought I would be disappointed that I couldn't partake in any of the true all-inclusive joys...well, really just the booze. But D managed to cover that for me, and all the juice was so FRESH it was nice to just drink those. Although, the waiters really had a hard time grasping that I didn't want ANY alcohol in my beverages. I kept pointing at my belly - BABY = NO ALCOHOL. It seemed to take a couple of tries, and D became my official taste-tester. I am happy I like juice now because I certainly was not a fan before being pregnant. So Gretel likes all things sweet. It's her thing.

And no, Gretel is not her name. But Newton sounded too boyish after I was so insistent that she was one. My brother made a joke about Gretel, and it stuck. That's all we call her. And D got to feel her kick for the first time while we
were there! We were enjoying some of the fabulous entertainment...AKA the Michael Jackson Tribute Show, the Match Game, the Stars Show (with appearances by Cher, Usher, Elvis, etc) and the Domincan Show. All of these included lip syncing and back up dancers. The Dominican Show was actually a lot of fun. It was a lot of traditional dances, and all of their dancers really knew what they were doing. The music was LOUD and super upbeat, and Gretel was busting a move. Before that all of her ninja kicks were too small for D to feel on the outside. However, she was really grooving to the Dominican music, and was flailing up a storm. He was so excited! I was too. I felt bad every time I told him she was kicking, and he would try to feel it, but it was just too small. She made sure to give him a solid high five, and he was ecstatic.

I think we have a few more photos on our camera, but we haven't had a chance to upload them yet. And even in all of those, I think we only have one picture of the two of us that D took himself using his phone. We are cool like that.

We came home to 35 degrees and pouring rain. Thanks, Kansas. The next day we had the first of D's company Christmas parties, and Sunday we worked on getting Christmas up at our house. Look for pictures soon! He heads back to ATL tomorrow, and I will meet him there Friday afternoon for the second Christmas party. All of this traveling seemed like a good idea a few months ago, but the rounder I get the less exciting it is. That being said, we are both really looking forward to Germany. Two weeks from today we will be on our way. He is so excited to see his family, and for me to experience my first Christmas there. Although, after our flights this last trip, we upgraded our seats for our long flight from DC to London. By the end of our last flight on Friday, my back was done with planes. And it was not a long flight. So hopefully the extra space and comfier seats will help.

Pictures of Christmas at Casa de Grammatikii will be up soon!

Wednesday, November 16, 2011


I was WAY OFF!!! It's a GIRL!!

We were watching the monitor, and the tech was telling us about how everything looked, and that it was going to be a few minutes before we got to the good part. She needed to take measurements, and check stuff out. Then in the middle of it, when we weren't expecting anything, she goes 'Oh, it's a girl!'

Um....awkward silence. Well, not really awkward. I was crying, and staring at Daniel's face. And then I started laughing. He just kept asking over and over again if she was sure. I just kept laughing! I couldn't believe it. It did NOT seem real at all. Then the tech kept showing us that the important boy part was missing. :) It was too too funny. D could NOT believe it all. She printed us out pictures (we will post more later). She is waving hi!

When we finally saw the doctor, it still hadn't set in. D is concerned for our financial well being and the amount of CRAP he is going to buy this little girl. He was just sitting in the chair dumbfounded while I was making calls and texting. We went to lunch after our appointment, and the whole time we were both shocked. I think we are still shocked. This little thing had us fooled the whole time. I like her already.

The other important news...she is happy and healthy! Everything looks great. She is right in the middle of her weight and height, so no giant just yet. The blood work from our tests all came back negative. So we are just moving right along.

Now we get to start the fun stuff! Registering, deciding names, getting the nursery ready, and on and on and on!


T minus 3 hours till the Newton makes the big reveal!

I slept way more than I thought I would last night. D, of course, was snoring like crazy and mumbling in German. He is excited too. :)

Keep your eyes and ears ready! I will post here later, but only after we have had a chance to spread the news to our family first. I am sure some of you will be getting text messages because I hate waiting, especially when I have good news to share!

Pray for an active Newton, and a clear picture!

Monday, November 7, 2011

9 days and counting

Only 9 more days till we find out if the Newton is a she or a he! I feel like this next week is going to drag by. D is back in ATL, and I am forcing myself into a week of no plans. We have been going, going, going recently, and yesterday it caught up with me. I spent the afternoon on the couch napping, and not feeling so hot.

Without fail, when D leaves town, I pack my week full of friend time and things to do and blah blah blah. This week will be different. I have one night where I need to be out and about, but I have been able to move everything to that one night. I am ready to catch up on my book club book, get back to my ten hours of sleep, and try to clean up some of the disaster that is our house. With the windows still in the process of being finished, it's quite the scene. Sheets are still over some furniture, most rooms don't have curtains up, stuff has been moved/piled wherever there is space, and there is a never ending film of sawdust all over the place. I make little bits of progress, then it just gets dirty again. At this point, I want it just to be livable. I will do a serious clean when it's all done. I am not wasting my time and energy.

Hopefully, that will make this week move along at a decent pace. Next Wednesday seems so close and so far at the same time. But I am ready to find out/prove that I am right! :) And we need to start planning the nursery stuff, registering, and getting ready for the little him or her. After going to my cousin-who-is-somehow-my-cousin's shower this weekend, and seeing all the precious little things she got for her girl on the way, I am so pumped! So many cute, little people things. I can't wait!

Continuing the countdown, we are only 18 days away from our glorious beach vacation. The colder it gets here, the more we are looking forward to it! Even me, and I like winter. So while I look out on the gloomy day with all the leaves falling, I will just keep this in mind.

Image of Excellence Punta Cana Luxury Adults Only All Inclusive, Punta Cana

Monday, October 31, 2011

Goodbye, October

This month has been rough. Not for me, personally, but I have had to watch some of my dearest friends go through some serious crap. Family issues, lay offs, break ups, mental health problems, buried secrets, and on and on and on.

It started a few weeks ago, and then kept snowballing. It kind of all culminated by the end of last week when I got a flat tire during my lunch break, and was stuck downtown until someone could come and get me. At least I had the good sense to get my Dairy Queen blizzard first or else some pregnancy hormones might have gone crazy. Is my flat tire a big deal? Nope. Not at all. Those things happen. But after watching and hearing and feeling for my friends through all of their BS the last couple of weeks, it was really the last thing that I was hoping for.

And I think everyone knows sometimes your head space just gets too full of CRAP, and then everything seems like a huge deal. Sometimes they are, but most of the time it's just stuff getting blown out of proportion. That was me this weekend. It went from a sad week to a busy weekend. Last night I was on the couch, watching the clock for eight to roll around so I could feel ok about going to bed.

Also, I am a fixer. I don't like to watch my friends hurt or be sad or mad or confused. I want to do something MAGIC, and make it all go away. When I can't it sometimes makes me feel like a bad friend. Which is DUMB. And I know this. But still, it happens. So I spent the last few weeks not being able to fix things, and to watch one thing after another happen to people I love. I don't like that part of life. I like fairies, and Christmas trees, and presents, and chocolate factories, and Waiting For Guffman. I want everyone's life to be peaches and cream all the time. Absurd? Absolutely. Doesn't change the fact that I want it that way.

Last week, I got a reminder that bad stuff happens but so does good stuff. Really good stuff. Some friends from church were expecting their second son. Ultrasounds and tests had shown that he would be missing his corpus collosum - the clump of stuff that connects one side of the brain to the other. They had met with doctors, specialists, etc to help them prepare for the arrival of their son, and what to expect for his life. The little man arrived last Thursday. Wholly complete with a brain ready to learn how to scream his little head off. I quite frankly don't care if you don't believe in miracles. That was one. Plain and simple. God said, let there be brains, and there was. The end.

Before I was pregnant, I would have been ecstatic for my friends. Happy that their little guy can just starting scooting and pooping along in life. Now, I am still all of those things. Maybe even more so. It makes me think about the Newton, and how I am grateful that we are healthy (so far, anyway). That I know my friends are dealing with horrible things in their lives, but they are strong women. They will survive. Miracles still happen. Flowers can make any day better. And November is right around the corner. New month, new days, new good stuff to happen.

Friday, October 21, 2011


Just a little one!

D's travel scheduled changed, so we were able to move up the BIG appointment! Now it's Wednesday, November 16.

I know, I know. It's only two days. But the sooner, the better!

AND - we are only 35 days away from 8 days of beachy heaven! What a great fall!

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

16 Week Appointment

Just a quick update!

We had our 16 week appointment today. The Little Newton is just cruising right along. I was a little concerned when our doc was looking for his (I still maintain it's a HIM) heartbeat. The last time she did, she didn't have to look at all! This time he was hiding in the back corner, and didn't want to be bothered. She searched him out though, and there it was. WHOMPWHOMPWHOMP. Everything is looking super duper.

We did choose to go ahead and do the non-invasive Down's Syndrome screening. It's just some blood work that does some basic testing. We should find out those results next week. I do have to put in a good word for Nurse Blood Drawer. Typically, I HATE getting my blood drawn. I have chubby arms and deep veins. I always ask them to please just skip trying my arms and go straight to my hands. It's just easier (and less painful) that way. They don't really listen, and end up sticking each arm a couple of times. Eventually, they go to my hand. I look nice and beat up by the time we are all through. Nurse Blood Drawer at my doctor's office is a MAGICIAN. Every time I have had to give, she sticks me ONCE in the same spot, and I am done in about three minutes. Seriously, it's magical. Like unicorns.

So...the big REVEAL appointment is Friday, November 18! D has to be in ATL that week or else I would have liked to keep our typical Wednesday spot. However, he is insistent on being there. I can't wait to know for SURE we are having a boy. (hint, hint little Newton) Then we can start planning, painting, registering, buying clothes, etc. All the fun stuff!

Here is a quick shot from the weddings weekend. My beautiful friend Jess, me, and a tiny shot of the Newton.

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

The Adventures of the Traveling Newton

So, Daniel and I are normally big travelers. We visit his fam in Germany once or twice a year. We try to add on an extra stop in Europe each time we go. We do lots of weekend trips to see our friends and family that are spread across the country. Some people like sports tickets, some like seeing concerts, some like TVs or whatever. We like to travel. And this little Newton is getting his wings early! In the next few months, we are going to be crazy people.

Two weekends ago we kicked off the insanity by visiting one of my FAV places, Denver. Fortunately, this fav place has one of my BFFs of 10 years, a handful of more close friends, my favorite foodie places, and shopping zones. We went specifically for the Great American Beer Festival. If you haven't heard of it, check it out. A crap load of brewers, tens of thousands of people, and we volunteered to pour for the brewers. So we got in free, drank free (well, not me), and got to people watch for HOURS. I highly recommend it. It was a BLAST. One of the highlights of all my Denver visits. It's definitely on our calendar to go again. We also got to spend time with some of our favorite people. So much laughter, such good times.

Tomorrow we are heading to LA for one of Daniel's best friend's wedding. We will have a couple days of beachy nothingness, and then we will get to celebrate with them on their awesome day. We haven't seen them since they came to KC for our wedding, so we are excited to reunite! Then we are up at the crack of dawn on Saturday morning to zip back to KC for another wedding that night. Sunday will be a day of NAPPING.

We are home for a bit, and then we are off again after Thanksgiving. We are spending a week in Punta Cana, Dominican Republic. D really wanted to get away for a 'just-us pre-baby beach nothingness' vacation. Fortunately, we were able to cram it in before I get too rollypolly to enjoy it. We are both looking forward to being served umbrella drinks. Well, umbrella tea or whatever.

We get back just in time for the first of Daniel's company Christmas parties. The weekend after that, I will meet D in Atlanta for the second Christmas party. He gets to spend the whole week there after being in the DR for a week. He will be so excited.

We are back for a couple of weeks, and then it's off to Germany for two weeks of Christmas joy. Anyone has been around me for ten minutes might be aware that I have a slight love of Christmas. While I am slightly bummed that we won't be in KC (this is my first Christmas not with my fam), I am elated that this is where we are going. I think I will live.

We might try to throw in a short trip somewhere else while we are over there. Something with in driving/train distance. I want to try to see as much as possible each time we go. But it might be nice just to stay put for awhile.

And then we are HOME. As much as I am looking forward to all of our fun trips, I have to think that by the time we are all done I will be ready to be home - nesting and napping and prepping for Newton's arrival. Too bad we can get a passport for him/her now and get a head start on all the stamps.

We have a doctor's appointment next week, and then we are just FOUR WEEKS from finding out if it's a she Newton or a he Newton. Stay tuned!!

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

That's right...there is going to be a plus one

For those of you who haven't heard, I will soon be getting more roundish. Baby Grammatikos will be making his/her appearance on or around April 2, 2012. (That makes me about 14 weeks along.) One of my good friends calls me Figs. (There is a reason, but it's either ridiculous or I can't recall. Or both.) And she started calling it Fig Newton. Now we just call it Newton. So, from here on out, the he/she shall be Newton.

Daniel and I could not be more excited. We have both always wanted a kid (or kids but we will see how this one goes), and God worked out this timing pretty much exactly how we wanted it. It happened a lot faster that we were expecting. So...good for us? I don't know. I didn't believe it for a long time. I took three tests, and waited the agonizing four weeks to go to the doctor to get a real test. And then, sure enough, we saw it. There is a little bean in there. Well, now it's a lemon. But you know, it's actually in there. I had a lovely bout of nausea for six weeks or so. Then it finally subsided, and now I just sleep like it's my job. Everything is going swimmingly. At our last doctor's visit, we heard Newton's heartbeat. My doc told us not to worry because sometimes it takes awhile to find where Newton is hiding. Nope! She barely had that thing on my stomach, and there it was! It was so fast! Whompwhompwhompwhomp. That was kind of mind blowing. Once again, I am not crazy, and there really is a little thing in there.

I firmly believe that Newton is a boy. Even though I was kind of hoping for a girl, from the beginning I have thought he/she is a boy. Daniel also subscribes to this belief. However, for the sake of Daniel and my father, it really NEEDS to be a boy. If it's a girl, she will have every single thing she wants. I will come home to ponies, castles, and a full size basketball court in the backyard. We shall all go bankrupt before the kid turns two. Everyone wants to know if we will find out what it is. Um...YES! I really don't understand how people DON'T find out. I need to plan, and plan, and plan some more. Knowing me, I would think it's a boy, not find out, and then have a girl living in a blue room. Not that a blue room would damage her unknowing psyche, but let's not take chances. We will be sharing the news of whether Newton is a him or a her, but we will be keeping the name to ourselves. Pry as much as you want, we aren't budging. Sorry!

I also have the opportunity to quit work, and be a stay-at-home mom. Daniel has a wonderful job, and we are blessed with the option for me to stay home. It's really interesting to see the reactions I get from people when I share this news. Quite frankly, I get more negative responses than I ever dreamed of! There is a lot of 'You are just going to rely on your husband for everything?' 'Don't you want to contribute to your household?' 'Women have worked hard to be able to not have to stay home.' Some thoughts on these tidbits...

'You are just going to rely on your husband for everything?' - YES. He is my FREAKING husband. If we didn't both agree 100% on this decision, we wouldn't be doing it. He couldn't be happier to be able to provide for his family in this way. We are both THRILLED that I get to stay home, and raise our child(ren). We lived with my grandparents for most of my growing up. They were always around. His mom only worked part time, and was able to be there for him. We loved that about our childhoods, and are excited to be able to do that for our kid(s). That doesn't mean that my kid is better than your kid or vice versa. It's our choice.

'Don't you want to contribute to your household?' - I will be. Just because I won't be bringing in income doesn't mean that I won't be working. I am excited to cook more, actually put laundry away (which never happens), find cost saving options, and actually use them. Daniel's money is my money. My money is his. There is no split down the middle. It's for our FAMILY. (Quick side note: I know there are some couples that still have separate bank accounts. I am not saying this can't work. You just have to do what is best for YOU.) My contributions will be cleaning up crappy diapers, and trying not to lose my mind when my little German/English giant is running amok.

'Women have worked hard to be able to not have to stay home.' - Yup, we sure have. I am not setting back women's lib by staying home. It's a CHOICE. And I am blessed to have options. And to be perfectly honest, I have never stayed home and tried to raise a kid. I might get six months into it, lose my sanity, and need to find a part time something to do. If that's the case, great! I will do it. But I get the option to find out if I can swing staying home full time. This isn't Real Housewives of whatever. There are no nannies. that tangent. More entertainingly, Daniel only speaks German to the Newton. belly. He sings songs, tells Newton about sports, and tells him to stop making me feel crappy. When the little giant finally arrives, Daniel will only speak German, and I will speak English. We are excited to give our kids the opportunity to be bilingual, and we are going to take advantage of it. We have seen it with a few of our friends, and honestly, it's the cutest thing EVER. Not to mention, it will only be beneficial for them in the long run.

And there we are. I am going to try REALLY hard to keep updating as we go through this journey. Our next doctor's visit is in a couple of weeks, so keep your eyes open for more news!

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Synaesthesia (Or...the Colorful World of Letters)

Some of you may know, but most probably don't that I have something called Synaesthesia. It's super super interesting. It involves synapses in the brain that fire....weirdly. Not really incorrectly, but on different paths than normal. There are numerous forms of this...tasting shapes, feeling colors...etc.

My form is grapheme or color synesthesia. Wiki has a great page on the whole thing. It's a much more condensed version of Cytowic's.

Anywho...grapheme. I read letters and numbers in color. I have for as long as I can remember. I figured out about third grade that other people didn't, so I never talked about it. Until doing some Young Life training, and one of the leaders and I got into a convo about it, and she showed me a magazine article.

I am part of and participated in a small study they did. it involved being shown 150 different letters and having to choose the color they were, in two different scenarios. I scored in the 90th percentile. (It was kind of nice to know I wasn't just making it up.) I have a smaller sense of colors with music and a few emotions. The months of the year also have distinct, individual colors. As do the days of the week. My brother John has a slight verison...he sees the months and days, but not much more.

So every single letter/number has a unique color. They are always the same. S is always a vibrant red. 5 is always a weird brownish orange. My colors are completely different from anyone else's, and vice versa.

I live with it everyday, all day. And my head exists on a weird bilateral plane. It's like I have a screen in front of my face that is scanning everything I read. I somehow see it both in black and white, and also in my colors. It's hard to explain. I have a knack for crosswords and Scrabble. Spelling is fun for me. And I have a weird skill of remembering stupid long numbers for an extended period of time. But in my head they are just lines of colors....if that makes sense. Algebra was the hardest class I ever took since it threw numbers and letters together. It was hard for me to separate which was which, as some numbers and letters have very similar colors.

As for music and emotion, these are not nearly as strong as the grapheme sense. it's only when I am in intense moments of life or worship, that it really comes out. Side note, Van Morrison's Into The Mystic might be the prettiest song ever. I see colors every time I listen.

Anywho...I often wonder what my childhood learning experiences would have been like if my teachers and I were aware of the situation. (I distinctly remember the letters on the wood blocks being the wrong colors.) I am excited to have my own children to see if they have the same experiences. Although, there is no direct link biologically, I would hope they do. It's a great way to live life. And interestingly enough, my choices of names for children are dependent on the colors the letters of the names make up. There are some downright ugly names, colorwise.

If you are looking for good book...Daniel Tammet's Born On A Blue Day is fascinating. He has synesthesia as well as Asperger's. It's amazing how the brain works in some folks. And Tammet's is just incredible.

I am willing to answer most questions. If you ask me if I think your name is ugly, I will be honest. :)

Thursday, February 10, 2011

T minus 6 days

6 days. 147 hours. 8867 minutes. 5320549...48...47 seconds until VACATION. (No, I didn't do the multiplication on my own. I have an app for that.)

Next week, we will head to Germany again. This time we will be joining with a large group of the family to celebrate my mother-in-law's 70th birthday. As some of you know, this was supposed to be a big surprise. Alas, it was not to be. I had blocked all my German relations on Facebook save for one. The one I COMPLETELY forgot about. Daniel's GOSSIPING cousin. And after successfully keeping the secret for four months it got blown to smithereens in seconds. The good news is that my MIL was already VERY suspicious, and now she has cause to be excited and sanitize every inch of her home until we arrive.

This will be my fifth trip over the Atlantic. That's weird to think about. Five times? Have we even been together that long? Sometimes it's hard to wrap my head around what my life has become. I randomly met this guy in a bar four and a half years ago, and it turns out...he is the love of my life! (I mean really...could that story be any more ridiculous?) But here we are. 4 European vacations, one LONG engagement, a fabtastic wedding, and a year and a half of marriage later. Still going strong. Sometimes I think my life is a weird joke. I will somehow 'come out of it' and I will be back living with my buddies wondering if one day I will ever meet the one for me. It seems WAY too good to be true, and I feel like I WAY don't deserve any of it. We go on these wonderful vacations, spend time with amazing people, and have a blast doing all of it. And contrary to popular belief, these things aren't free! But my husband, the financial tycoon, somehow tricks me into saving all this money while I feel like I am always spending. It's MAGIC!

In the midst of all of this, I also gained an amazing second family. Most of them I can barely speak to. Damn that language barrier. But thanks to the six nieces and one nephew (the oldest of whom are 21. What?) I can communicate for the most part without making Daniel repeat everything that's being said. And while I can't speak that much German, I understand everything that's going on. I just need help communicating back. My MIL reminds me so much of my Grandma Flo it's uncanny. My FIL is the SWEETEST little Greek man that has ever lived. Seriously. If I could fit him in my purse, I would carry him around all the time. Daniel's siblings are oddly exactly like me and my brothers which helps everyone get along. Every time we visit, it reminds me of when I was little and my parents used to drop us off at Grandma's for a week at a time. That week is the best week of your life. You get stupid toys you will never play with again, drink an insane amount of Hi-C juice boxes, and eat chicken noodle soup and hot chocolate for breakfast while watching Regis and Kathy Lee. What more could you want?

The point of all the rambling is that I can't WAIT for next week. Not only will we get to see most of the fam at one big partay, we will be stopping in Paris for a whopping 20 hours to see THE Ray LaMontagne in concert. Live. On stage. Just a few feet in front of us. I can't even begin to put into words the GIDDINESS that I have about this event. Ray is probably my top musician ever. EVER. I don't say that lightly. I love him. We walked down the aisle to his song 'You Are The Best Thing.' 'Let It Be Me' was on our wedding album. He is my go to guy pretty much any time I need solid tunes. And the upside? Daniel loves him just as much. This will be an amazing experience, and I am so pumped that we will be together in PARIS for it. I mean. Who does that?

So....6 actual days. 3 days of work. Then we are off!

Monday, February 7, 2011

Three years later...

So, last week I celebrated my third anniversary with AGENDA: Kansas City. I took this job to get away from the pit of crap that was my banking career. (Read as - going nowhere fast.) I was ready for a break from the routine that I had known for seven years. I stumbled across this company while searching for jobs in event management. An office management position was EXACTLY what I was looking for, and praise the Lord I got it.

This job has been changing every day since I have been here. It's a running joke in the office that there is not enough paper in the world on which to print my job description. IT person, accountant, therapist, babysitter, iPod tutor, web designer, and the list goes on and on. For the first year, it was just office management. And it was exactly what I needed. Now it's project management, and I really enjoy it. And I am fortunate to get paid well for the random assignments I have. My boss is nuts, the hospitality industry is a gossiping mess, and my co-workers are hilarious. I got REALLY lucky when I found this place. Now if only I could work full weeks...

Fortunately, the German puts up with my crazy ramblings about this place. Most of the time it's random weirdness. Sometimes it's whining. On the whole, it's just telling the crazy stories that happen day to day. And no matter what, it is 1000 miles from the crap hole I was in 3 years ago. So, happy anniversary to me!

Here we go again...

So I keep trying this blog thing, and I keep failing.


I am going to make this happen. I love keeping up with my friends, and I would love to share what is going on in my life! So here we go!