Getting a Kelly Carwash

Where EG's starting to wish she had moved to warmer climes when she had the chance..

Thursday, April 28, 2005

Why I'm Always Late For Work

Lisa brought me a beautiful scarf back from Paris. I could build a whole wardrobe around the colors in it. In fact, you could say I already have as it matches almost everything in my closet. That’s how well this girl knows me. She and I always laugh about how when we first met she never wore jewelry and the clothes in her closet were pretty plain, where as I wore bright colors and never left the house without a bracelet on. It seems we’ve traded places. I now wear a grand total of 3 colors: white, brown, and black, and I have 3 pair of earrings, all silver, that I rotate through. Lisa, on the other hand, has a closet full of gorgeous clothes, and always has the perfect accessories on. She’s also a scarf tying expert.

So this morning I’m thinking about all of this as I’m attempting to put on the scarf she bought me. I know one way, and one way only, to tie a scarf: fold it in half, put it around your neck, and feed the tails through the loop. I did that with this scarf and, to my horror, it was way too long. Ack! So I tried tying it behind my neck and it looked like I should have been wearing a poodle skirt. I tied that stupid thing at least 10 other ways and hated it every time. I finally gave up and just wrapped it tightly around my neck a few times. I looked like I was trying to hide a hicky, but I decided that was good enough and went to find some brown socks.

Now, it’s a well known fact that every house has a sock-eating monster. Our particular monster prefers brown socks. I can ALWAYS find a pair of black socks. But when I need brown I’m out of luck. Like this morning, for instance. I found 5 single brown socks, all of them missing their mate. Luckily, our sock-eating monster only likes NICE brown socks, meaning that after 15 minutes of searching I was able to find the one ugly pair of brown socks I own.

Anyway, between the great scarf debacle, the finding of the socks, and a quick Ruger snuggle, it was 2 hours between the time I got up this morning and the time I walked into work. TWO HOURS! Ugh.

(Oh, and I called Lisa in the middle of the morning so we could meet up and she could show me how to tie my scarf like a grown up. Thanks, Sweetie. You’re the best.)

Wednesday, April 27, 2005

Random Thoughts

Why do we have eyebrows? What kind of evolutionary advantage do they really give us? I've read that they keep rain and sweat out of your eyes, but do they really? My guess: Neanderthal men liked their women hairy...

Another eyebrow thought... THANK GOD ALMIGHTY that thin waxed eyebrows are going out of style. YEOUCH!

Can anyone out there name a better animated kids movie than Disney's Robin Hood? (No, Transformers the Movie doesn't count.) I was walking back from lunch with Myrrr and Bot (more on that poop hurler later...) and all three of us knew each and every word to every song in the movie. The opening song was stuck in my head for the rest of the day, and amazingly I didn't mind at all. OoDaLaly!!

Lisa just got back from Paris and confirmed what I've been thinking since going to Vienna last year. European people are, on average, better looking than American people. Why??? Aren't most of us here in the US from European stock? Actually, we both suspect it has a lot to do with how they dress over there. So here's a hint for the guys reading this: when you're getting dressed in the morning, just think of Brad Pitt... I mean, I know you'd have to take out a large loan to dress like him, but he's so hot...

And finally, Chris blabbed to Bot about my blog (I was trying to spare the poor boy). Bot read it and suggested I needed to find another person to put into the Wizard of Oz analogy as a non-evil flying monkey. Non-evil? Seriously, now, what's the point of a non-evil flying monkey? So I replied to him that there was no such thing as a non-evil monkey and the email I got back contained the following very bad joke, for which he can't even take credit:

"How many monkeys does it take to screw in a lightbulb?
3 - One to actually screw it in and two to throw feces at one another."

So by the power vested in me, I now bestow the following nickname on Bot:
Evil turd throwing monkey named Cornbread.

(He had objections to me calling him a SHIT throwing monkey. And you'll have to ask him about the whole Cornbread thing, though for a reason I can't really put my finger on it is somehow fitting.)

What's On My iPod

Southern Cross - Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young
The Way We Get By - Spoon
Tempted - Rockapella
Stay or Leave - Dave Matthews and Tim Reynolds
Anna Begins - Duke Pitchforks
Aenema - Tool
Sunrise - Norah Jones
Take a Walk on the Wild Side - Lou Reed
Darling Nikki - Prince
Down by the Sea - Men At Work

Tuesday, April 26, 2005

More Proof that I'm a Geek

About a month ago, a statistician in West Palm Beach, Florida accidentally emailed a list containing the names of 8500 HIV and AIDS positive patients to about 800 different people. He quickly realized his error and his organization’s IT department was able to locate and delete all of the emails. Word of the breach leaked to the press, however, and many of the people whose names were on that list were rightfully upset and quite scared. As a fellow statistician, I can absolutely see how something like this could happen. He had meant to attach only a table of anonymous statistics and added one too many documents to the email. An easy, yet devastating, mistake to make.

I began my college career at the University of Iowa in Iowa City. My mom is a nurse, and based on the exposure to medicine that I received from her I was positive I wanted to go into health care. The U of I has one of the best medical schools in the country which, among other reasons, led me there to major in pre-med. Two semesters later, I got the hell out of Dodge. Though I managed to get all A’s, I battled a psycho roommate, a case of depression that I didn’t totally come out of until I went on medication, almost nightly trips to the bars (though I have to admit, that was pretty fun), and various other personal problems. My sophomore year of college I enrolled at Iowa State, where they didn’t even really have a pre-med program. By that time, though, I understood what it would mean to get my MD. Specifically, I knew I didn’t want to be in school for 12 more years. I started off with a Biology major (why waste the icky chemistry I had already taken?) and got through my first semester with flying colors. ISU felt like home, and my friends there (including Andy) were like family. A loud, drunk, porn-watching family with strange nicknames, but family none-the-less. I took my first statistics class during the second semester of my sophomore year. I had heard countless horror stories about stats, but I had a fantastic instructor (who I found out later is a career student and probably still hasn’t graduated) and I not only understood what he was talking about, but loved it. I changed my major to stats before I even finished the class.

I managed to graduate with a major in statistics and a minor in biology in 4 years total, and with a pretty good GPA. I left college with all sorts of knowledge about biology and genetics, but knew almost nothing about statistics. I couldn’t have even told you what a p-value was. Luckily, I paid attention in all of my programming classes, and as a beginning BS degreed statistician that’s all you really need to know. But after working in the field for 6 years, I can confidently say I can handle most basic statistical concepts and even some that aren’t so basic. In hindsight I probably should have stuck with something more applied, like business or computer science. But I couldn’t imagine being in anything other than health care, which is where I am now, even if statistics might not have been the best way to get there. Besides, there are parts about my job that I absolutely love. And isn’t that what’s important? That and warm weather, but I’m still working on the weather thing.

Monday, April 25, 2005

Popped Ear Drums

I’ve been surrounded by babies today. Three of my co-workers brought their kids into the office, including my good friend Kelli. Kelli’s two little boys are hilarious. Dedric is 2 and at the moment his greatest accomplishment is high-pitched screaming. LOUD, high-pitched screaming. Did I mention it’s high-pitched? And loud? Even though he’s a lot of fun to chase around for awhile, and really well behaved, he’s definitely a great form of birth control. Kelli’s other boy is 3 month old Logan. And he’s absolutely adorable, but, being only 3 months, doesn’t do a whole lot yet other than keep his mom up at night. So for those of you keeping track, I didn’t want kids yesterday, was all for it this morning, was thinking “No way!” after Kelli’s visit, and am heading back towards maybe wanting them now. That’s 4 mind changes in two days! And I’m not even close to a record!

It’s another rainy day in the upper Midwest. And they’re talking snow tonight. I just KNEW it. Sounds like if we can make it past the next couple of days, though, we’ll have some sun. Everyone cross their fingers.

(Oh, and sorry for the short post today… I studied most of the evening for my upcoming accounting mid-term… A word for the wise: Independent Distance Learning classes suck. But that’s a whole other topic.)

Sunday, April 24, 2005

Pretending to be an Outdoors Woman

We tried out a new hiking trail with the dudes yesterday, this one at Frontenac State Park. It was a great trail, despite the 30 mph winds and 45 degree temps. Frontenac is on the northern edge of Lake Pepin, which is really just a 4 mile wide spot on the Mississippi River. The trail started on a tall bluff overlooking the lake, descended down to the water line and wandered for about 1 ½ miles, then came back up and wound its way back to the starting point. There are about 13 miles of trails in the park and I’m looking forward to exploring them. We needed a new park to play in now that we’ve done every trial in Whitewater at least once. I guess there are also some great trails in La Crosse, WI which should keep us busy at least for the rest of the summer. We’re kinda sorta training for a hike we’re taking this summer in the Grand Canyon. As I’ve told everyone I’ve come across who will stand still for longer than 5 seconds, we’re going to descend the canyon on South Kaibab trail, stay overnight at Bright Angel Campground, and ascend via the Bright Angel trial. The trip has been way fun to plan, and I’m so excited to be a pretend adventure hiker for 48 hours, despite the fact that both trails are very heavily hiked and basically paved. I just LOVE stuff like this, though. Part of me wants to quit my job, live out of my car, and work at a restaurant just long enough during the year to make enough money to hike all summer. I have these wild dreams of taking a few months off and doing the PCT. Or climbing Mt. Kilimanjaro (anyone want to lend me $15,000?). And I read today in National Geographic Adventure that there’s something called the Colorado Trail that you can do in week long segments, which is actually, totally do-able. As are scrambles in Banff (which is where we had planned to go this year before we found out about the family reunion in Arizona which led us to the hike in the canyon). I’ve done some fun hikes, but nothing a real hiker would even break a sweat at. Like I’ve done the Ozette loop in Olympic National Park. And the BWCA. And I’ve hiked around the Columbia River Gorge in Oregon. But all of those were pretty darn easy. For example, while we were hiking in Oregon a guy in his 80’s jogged passed us on the way up. He said he runs the whole 6 miles every day. Um, yeah. So I guess we’ll have to see how this Grand Canyon thing goes before I start thinking about doing a fourteener on the Colorado Trail or taking out a loan to go to Africa. Until then, I’ll just keep reading NG Adventure and Backpacker and dreaming… I probably really only like it for the cool gear, anyway.

Thursday, April 21, 2005

The World is a Blur

This week has been boring with a capital B. I never knew so little could happen over this many days. Then again, I’m probably noticing it only because I’m trying to find things to write about here.

I suppose the fact that there was a new pope elected (is elected the right word?) is probably a big deal. Or it would be if I was Catholic. And I honestly don't really care about the whole pope thing. I mean of course it bothers me quite a bit that people all over the world aren’t using condoms because the Catholic leadership tells them they shouldn’t, even though this leads to the spread of AIDS. And it definitely bugs me when he preaches that gay people are going to hell and that women can never be clergy. Oh, and that thing about birth control pills being evil? Dude, you DO NOT want to see me off my birth control pills. Without those hormones, I can show you EXACTLY what evil is. But, to each his own, I guess. You can believe whatever you want to as long as you’re not a) hurting anyone or b) jamming it down my throat.

So, back to the boring stuff. I got new glasses today, so I’ve been wandering around in a state of constant nausea and with very poor depth perception. And, yeah, I probably should have switched back to my old glasses before I drove home from work. I don’t think I ran over any small children, though. Anyone who has never worn glasses probably has no idea what I’m talking about, but you’ll just have to trust me on this one.

Oh, and I forgot two of my favorite websites yesterday, Sports Guy on ESPN, and Tuesday Morning Quarterback on I know more about particle physics than I do about sports (in other words, I'm clueless), but these are always entertaining reads.

Let’s hope something even mildly interesting happens tomorrow…

These flowers brought to you by the kind people who lived here before us Posted by Hello

Ahh... So Comfy! Posted by Hello

Spring Has Sprung Posted by Hello

Wednesday, April 20, 2005

A Link A Day Keeps the Doctor Away

I don't have much to write about today so I thought I'd post some websites I find useful:

This site is full of great editorials, movie, music, TV, and product reviews, news items, technological developments, and even etiquette rules. There's at least one article worth reading every day.

Minneapolis Star Tribune
Admittedly, the first things I look at on this site are the comics and the "Out There" page. But it's also a great place to get local news.

Google News
This is my favorite place to get US and world news. The site is updated every 15 minutes and is automatically generated by using an algorithm to find the most popular stories.

The Leaky Cauldron and Mugglenet
These are the sites I hit for the latest Harry Potter news. Yes, I'm a geek. But both sites are VERY well done.

Dooce, Mimi Smartypants, and Bringing Up Ben and Birdy
I've talked about the first two before, and Bringing Up B&B is along the same lines. This one is published on BabyCenter and is updated weekly. The author, Catherine Newman, also has an excellent book that was just published called "Waiting for Birdy".

Weather Underground
I think everyone has heard of this one, but it's by far my favorite weather site. And when you live in Minnesota, it seems like keeping up with the weather is a full time job.

Google Maps
This is a relatively new discovery made by Andy. I haven't played with it much, but I love the feature where you can switch back and forth from a map to a satellite image.

Where I go to find phone numbers.

City Data
This is a great place to visit if you're traveling to another city or if you're thinking of moving. It's got every little statistic on just about every city out there. I have no idea who keeps up all of this data, but they have WAY too much time on their hands.

Minnesota DNR
When you spend as much time at state parks as we do, you come to intimately know and love this website.

National Public Radio
We're NPR/MPR junkies, and I love that they have most broadcasts on here to listen to. It's great when you hear them mention something interesting, but can't catch the whole story. It definitely has a liberal slant (and I see absolutely nothing wrong with that), but the reporting is still some of the best out there.

Bureau of Labor Statistics
This is a really interesting site, especially if you're thinking of a career change, or are just curious as to how much you could be making doing something else.

Tuesday, April 19, 2005

The George in George

It’s a rainy day and I’ve been listening to the kind of music that always puts me in an introspective mood. Whenever I get like this I find myself daydreaming about being any place but here. Any place but in the middle of the country where the ocean is a couple of thousand miles away and where our lives are run by the weather. The past few weeks have reminded me why I can be in love with Minnesota. It’s been just perfect: 65 degrees, sunny, and dry, and we’ve been outside every minute we can. But the last day or 2 it’s been humid… So, so humid… And cloudy. And wet. And this is what it’s like living here. It’s bitterly cold for a good 4 months of the year. Sometimes so cold that for days on end I’m only outside for a few minutes each day. Then we have 3 or 4 perfect weeks. But the humidity and the rain sneak up on us and pretty soon we’re either stuck inside again trying to stay dry, or fighting the sweat and the bugs. And it stays that way until about mid-September when it’s glorious again for, maybe, a month or so. We get another month and a half of fair weather, where we can probably sneak a few days of outside activity in, but you can’t really plan anything. And then we’re back to bitter cold.

When I’m thinking about where I’d love to live, the first place I always think of is California. The land of wine, perfect weather, and beautiful beaches. And median house values of $400,000. Damn. So I move my thoughts north, to Oregon (no jobs) and Washington (too much rain). Or to Colorado (no jobs AND expensive houses). And on and on it goes. Until, that is, I come to Phoenix, AZ. It’s not exactly close to the ocean, but much closer than here. It’s not exactly perfect weather, but I really do like it when it’s hot and dry. I could get a job there. I’d be much further from my parents, but much closer to my grandparents. Still, though, it feels like we wouldn’t really be gaining enough to make it worth it. Or we’re just too scared to make a move that big. Or a little bit of both.

Speaking of Washington and introspective music (how’s that for a segway?) I found out today that the Dave Matthews Band is going on tour this summer (doesn’t there new song just suck, though?) and they’re playing at the Gorge Amphitheater in Washington. We drove to northwestern Washington a couple of summers ago, and the gorge was one of our favorite parts of the trip. It’s mostly dessert, and you come over a big hill to find the entire Columbia River laid out before you. And all you can say is, “Wow…”

Ever since that trip, we’ve always called the gorge “The George”, and for the life of me I could never remember why. Until I looked at the tour stops for the DMB tour and saw that the Gorge Amphitheater is in George, Washington. Thus in our minds, “The Gorge” became “The George” and led to this conversation this afternoon:

“Dude! I forgot The George was in George!”
“How could you forget it was in George?”
“I hadn’t slept in 30 hours… After that long, I tend to forget things. But, Dude! The George!”
“So DMB is play at the George in George? Should we go?”
“What? Drive to the George in George? That’d be cool.”
“I’ve always wanted to see a concert at The George.”
“Me too. Hey… Why didn’t we name one of the dogs George?”

And for the rest of the night both dogs were George.

George Posted by Hello

And George Posted by Hello

What I'm missing in Minnesota: Hurricane Ridge in Washington (pic by Matt) Posted by Hello

Reminding myself of the good parts of Minnesota: The North Shore Posted by Hello

Monday, April 18, 2005

The Prick in the Prairie

My poor brother. If I were him, I'd have some serious penis envy from living in Lincoln. Jason has been there for quite awhile and we just now managed to visit him for the first time. We had a fantastic weekend, but the best part of that town (besides the mouthwatering steaks at Lazlos) was the Nebraska State Capitol building. It's by far the tallest building for miles, and, well, a picture's worth a thousand words.

We met Jason at the Strategic Air and Space Museum about 1/2 way in between Omaha and Lincoln on Saturday morning. (It used to be called the SAC museum. What is it with Nebraskans and male genitals?) What a cool place. The first thing you see when you walk in is a suspended, real-life SR-71. It looks like it's flying right at your head. In the museum there are 2 giant hangars to explore, both filled to capacity with HUGE airplanes. They've got them packed in there so tight you have to walk underneath the plane hulls to get anywhere. It's very surreal. But the coolest part of the museum was the flight simulator, and I didn't even try it out. Jason and Andy decided to fork out the $5 each and take it for a spin. Literally. I can't accurately describe the moves they did without making wild circle motions with my arms, but by the time they had to stop because they broke the machine (yes, they broke it) they had a crowd of at least 20 people watching them and listening to their screams. They were both still nauseous 3 hours later.

After the museum we drove to downtown Lincoln, dodged the 65,000 crazy University of Nebraska fans that were there for the spring scrimmage, and had lunch at Lazlos where Jason works and where the manager kindly comped us our drinks and appetizers (thanks, Anna!). After lunch we went to Scheels so we could start outfitting Jason for our upcoming Grand Canyon hike, and then played a couple of hours of frisbee golf. I had never played before, and while we had a great time (though I SERIOUSLY sucked) I still can't lift my right arm. I cringe every time I have to shift my car. And I can hear Jason saying, "You didn't snap your wrist enough!" I should listen to him, though. He could probably stand on top of the Nebraska State Penis and toss the frisbee all the way to Colorado. (Yes, I'm obsessed with the giant penis. So sue me.)

We ended the day at Ruby Tuesday's for a late supper, and then crashed in our hotel room, Andy with his nauseous stomach, and me with my gimpy arm. The next morning we had breakfast, drove to three grocery stores to find mascarpone cheese for Mom, which we never found, and started our long drive back to Iowa to pick up the dudes. When we got there, they could barely get up enough energy to say hello. They had been swimming and running and they were absolutely exhausted. Thank you, thank you, thank you Mom & Dad. Expect them at your house this weekend, too.

Sunday, April 17, 2005

Me in Lincoln, NE Posted by Hello

Take me to your leader Posted by Hello

Jason getting run over Posted by Hello

Andy and Jason by the landing gear of a B1 Bomber Posted by Hello

Me at the Strategic Air & Space Museum Posted by Hello

Friday, April 15, 2005

The ramblings of a psycho dog mom

So, let's see... I've talked about my friends, I've talked about my baby urges (or lack there-of), and I'm going to save talking about my family until next week since I'm going to see them all this weekend. Which leaves one very important thing to talk about... The Dudes!!!! (If you're sick of hearing about my babies, well, you might want to skip this post.) We have 2 German Shorthaired Pointers. Ruger, who is almost 5, is the smaller of the two, weighing in at 60lbs. Remy is 3 1/2 and weights almost 85lbs. And believe it or not, their personalities are even more different than their sizes. Ruger is smart, laid back, and is very submissive. Remy is, well, the exact opposite in every way. We call Remy our spaz-nut (despite the fact that he doesn't have any). Ruger is handsome and dignified. Remy acts like a spoiled super-model, and he's got the looks to go with his attitude. Ruger's favorite things are snuggling, chasing shiny things (yes, Ruger's the smart one), and digging. Remy's favorite things are food, food, swimming, burying things, and food. They do agree sometimes, though. They both live for bird hunting. They think Uncle Matt is the best thing since sliced bread (which they both also adore). They think the soccer field behind our house is the perfect place to run around. And they L-O-V-E Grandma and Grandpa. Getting baths is a small price to pay for a chance to sit on Grandpa's chair and stare out the window, or go swimming in their river, or, best of all, go for a boat ride. If we even whisper the words "boat ride", the boys get so excited you'd swear it was raining Milkbones.

Lisa is flying to Paris with her mom on Monday, so keep them in your thoughts, everyone. I know they're going to have a fantastic time.

Tired Remy-dog Posted by Hello

Ruger being shy Posted by Hello

Remy busy peice-of-sunning Posted by Hello

Ruger's Animal Planet award winning picture, taken by Matt Posted by Hello

Thursday, April 14, 2005

What's On My iPod

Elderly Woman Behind the Counter in a Small Town - Pearl Jam
Call and Answer - Barenaked Ladies
Bittersweet Symphony - The Verve
Bartender - Dave Matthews Band
Life in a Northern Town - The Dream Academy
The Way We Get By - Spoon
Crash - Dave Matthews Band


Remember how I said a few posts ago that having kids would be "so worth it"? Well, I was kidding. Ruger woke me up last night whining, so I let both him and Remy out to pee. I was up for a grand total of FIFTEEN MINUTES and I'm exhausted today. I keep thinking there's no way I'll be able to survive night after night of getting up to feed a whiney little rugrat, I mean baby. But anyone who's reading this blog right now knows I change my mind about wanting kids at least twice a day. Like a friend of mine always says, "I think I want kids, I'm just not so sure I want them right now." My thoughts exactly. Until, that is, I realize I'm not getting any younger. If we could be sure it would only take a couple of months to get pregnant, I'd be a-okay with waiting for awhile. But who knows? And I've seen graphs showing the way age affects fertility. It's quite scary. Especially when I start thinking about how, if we have them, we'd really prefer to have 2 kids. And then I remember how long it took Mom to get pregnant with me... Decisions, decisions... Honestly, when I try to see what our lives will be like in 10 years, I can see us both with and without kids. Which isn't helpful at all.

So, I got a little flack about yesterday's post. The boys weren't very happy with their nicknames, and Lisa expressed her displeasure about not even getting one. Picky, picky. Anyway, see the pictures below, where I've attempted to rectify matters. And if you're mentioned in this blog and would like to suggest a nickname for yourself, please send it to

Tall Tequila with Alf and C Bass Posted by Hello

The Indecisive Goddess Posted by Hello

Wednesday, April 13, 2005

Follow the Yellow Brick Road

I emailed all of my good friends today to let them know I had started this blog. After they all stopped laughing I managed to convince them that maybe this wasn't such a terrible idea afterall. I'm sure they'll change their mind after this post...

Of my 4 closest friends, 3 of them are guys. I like to think of them as the characters from The Wizard of Oz, after the wizard bestows upon them the things they were lacking. Alfred is the (not-so) Cowardly Lion, Matt is the Tin Man (who most definitely has a heart), and Chris is the Scarecrow (though the jury's still out on whether he has a brain). Unfortunately, a 4th boy has started hanging out with the crew, which throws a kink into my little scenario. You don't mind being Toto, do you BBot?

Then there's my very best friend, the one with whom I can talk about everything, the one that will go shopping with me and actually tell me if what I'm trying on looks good or not. Every woman needs a friend like that, and I'm so lucky to have Lisa.

And I can't write about my best friends without mentioning my perfect husband, Andy. He asked that on this blog I refer to him as El Presidente. So for this post, and this post only, that will be his name.

After work today, Matt, El Presidente, Ruger, Remy, and I went hiking in a state park near our house. It's been just a gorgeous spring in Minnesota. I'm crossing all of my fingers and toes that it stays this way and that we're done with snow.

Uh oh. I need to stop writing... Ruger's pawing at me for a snuggle and El Presidente is patiently waiting for the computer so he can watch the latest Soprano's DVD from Netflix. God forbid we actually get a real TV.

Ruger and Remy hanging out Posted by Hello

Coyote Point Trail Posted by Hello

El Presidente Posted by Hello

Matt, aka The Tin Man, hiking at Whitewater Posted by Hello

Tuesday, April 12, 2005

An Ode to Dooce and Mimi Smartypants

I've been wasting far too much time these past weeks on the web. I put the blame for this squarely on the shoulder of 3 women: JK Rowling, Dooce, and Mimi Smartypants. The first is, of course, the wonderfully talented author of the Harry Potter books (94 days to HBP and counting!!!). Dooce and Mimi Smartypants are two of the funniest women I've ever had the pleasure of reading. My husband, Andy, and I have been going back and forth about whether to have kids, and these two have given me the strength to say, "It's going to be the hardest thing we've ever done, but it will be SO worth it." They are also the reason I've started this blog. And while I can never hope to be as funny, or interesting, as those two, this will at least give me some sort of record of the next few days/months/years. I have a feeling we are entering a new chapter in our lives, and I hope by writting everything down it will help me sort through it all.