Tuesday, November 22, 2011

'Cause you had a bad day...

I had two interviews today. I'll show you my schedule:

11:00 a.m. Interview #1 in Maple Grove, MN (about an hour north drive from my house)

12:30 p.m. Class in Minneapolis, MN (about a half an hour drive from the interview spot)

3:25 p.m. Interview #2 on the phone (15 minutes after class is over)

Let's just say that neither one went as planned. The first one was a double interview, and the interviewer did not actually ask me any questions... which makes me feel like right when she saw me she knew it wasn't going to work and didn't bother asking. Have you ever heard of an interview where they don't ask interview questions? Not only that, the double interview part was pretty awkward. The second interview went about as bad as a phone interview can go. My cell phone reception was terrible, so the interviewers (all 6 of them, yes, 6) kept cutting out and I kept cutting out when I would answer the questions, and at one point the call was actually dropped. So, yikes. Then they asked me a question about hearing aids with I completely bombed, because I wasn't sure what answer they were looking for and obviously did not answer it correctly.

I just keep reminding myself: God is in control. Even if I did poorly at the interviews today, they were both in Minnesota and God might be planning for us to move to Memphis. But He is completely in control, so I don't need to worry or fuss. What's done is done. Isaiah 40!

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Donut Holes

I went to AWANAs tonight, where I am a volunteer for the T&T age kids in 5th and 6th grade...and I have got to tell you that the message was pretty cool tonight.

Here is the poem that went along with it:

As you go through life
Make this your goal:
Look at the donut
and not the hole.

It was interesting, because how many times have I thought to myself recently something like, "I REALLY want this heartburn to go away!!" or something along those lines... I tend to focus on the negative. Instead, I should be focusing on the "donut", or, what I have, not what I don't have. Chris and I are blessed to be involved in a wonderful church, with an excellent small group, I am fortunate to be in my program in school and at an internship with an audiologist I can look up to, I am married to my best friend, and we are expecting our first baby - well, unless you count Copper.

Point being, I'm going to make a more consistent effort to "look at the donut and not the hole" by thanking God for His many blessings, even when I am not feeling so hot.

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

My thoughts on Pregnancy… the stuff you may not hear anywhere else. (And may not even care to read about here…)

So, since I have not updated the blog in a while, I have a LOT of catching up to do, now that we are expecting!! ☺

We’ll start from the beginning.

MONTH 1 (Weeks 1 through 4):

I had an INCREDIBLE summer internship at the Mayo Clinic, and learned more than I could possibly type in a reasonable amount of time. Shortly after moving all of my stuff back home, Chris and I were all set to go mountain biking. I had my spandex on, my camelbak ready to go, and then I need to go to the restroom. While I am doing so, I think to myself “well, I’m a little late, but it’s probably nothing. While I’m here I should take a pregnancy test”. Lo and behold, it comes out positive!!

Here is the progression of my thoughts:
“Oh my gosh, it’s positive”
“… I should probably take another test”
“Oh my gosh, it’s positive”
“…Can I even go mountain biking??”
“Oh my gosh, it’s positive”

Well, I didn’t go mountain biking. The reason being, I am an extremely accident-prone mountain biker, and it is rare for me to go on a trail without falling off my bike at least once. Usually my legs are all bruised up in the summer.

After that, because I didn’t trust the first test, I took another couple tests… then went into Amnion Crisis Pregnancy Center because I volunteer there, and thought they could help me find a doctor, etc. They let me take another test, told me my due date based on my LMP (last menstrual period), and gave me some reading materials. The especially helpful materials was one book titled “100,000 Baby Names”, which I looked through from START TO FINISH, because you can’t do anything else when you have morning sickness. The other helpful thing was a pamphlet about morning sickness, which as luck would have it, started bright and early the next morning.

MONTH 2 (Weeks 5 through 8):

So here’s what I learned really quickly about morning sickness. Morning has NOTHING to do with it. I had it all day long when I first started with the morning sickness business, and then I had it only in the evenings. For HOURS. All evening, every evening, from about 5 p.m. each night. I could barely eat anything unless it was saltines and ICE COLD water. And it had to be cold. Luke warm water made me feel even more sick.

Here’s what I also learned about morning sickness. Preggie pops, or at least SOMETHING to suck on, is extremely helpful. In fact, preggie pops saved my public appearance on several occasions… one where I almost tossed all my cookies in the Cub parking lot, and then realized that I had a preggie pop in my bag. I just pulled that little sucker out and about 2 minutes later my upset stomach was no longer upset.

Also a bad side effect. You think your breasts are tender during your period? That is nothing. I could not even get bumped or move the wrong direction or sleep on my side. Also, I have grown a couple of cup sizes, and I am told that there is still more to grow. From what I hear, this pain is nothing compared to nursing when the milk flows in, but it was still not pleasant.

During this month, I had my first two ultrasounds. I had my first experience with a transvaginal ultrasound. I’m sure you can figure out by the name what that means, and let me tell you, I hope I never ever ever ever need one of those again. Not fun. But, I did get to see my baby. I also was referred for my 2nd ultrasound, because my doctor thought my uterus looked funny. Turns out, all is well. But at the 2nd appointment, I was able to hear the baby’s heartbeat. Talk about a cool experience.

MONTH 3 (Weeks 9 through 12):

So here is where I am suffering probably the most. Morning sickness is hitting hard (in the evenings…) and we aren’t telling people we are pregnant yet. So, I sit through class, DYING, hoping that I don’t lose it and need to run to the bathroom. And then for small groups, when we were cooking at our house, I almost lost it some more. I can’t tell you how awful meat looked and smelled. I still want NOTHING to do with a cheeseburger. Chris wanted to go to Smashburger for dinner one night, and I couldn’t even step inside the place. The smell, sight, thought of beef/hamburgers made me ill. I couldn’t even watch Burger King commercials on T.V.

I also never want to eat saltines again. I’ve had just about enough of those. But I feel like I ate my body weight in carbs, because there was nothing else I could really keep down. I ate lots of goldfish, pretzels, breadsticks, cereal, graham crackers, chips, popcorn, bagels (I had one literally everyday for breakfast)… anything crunchy, salty, and generally not healthy for me.

The sight of vegetables also makes me ill. So what do all these pregnancy books/sites/etc. do? They make you feel guilty for not eating vegetables. Well TOO BAD! At least I’m not hugging the toilet, which I would be if I tried to gag down a carrot or some broccoli. So, I continue to take my prenatal vitamin, eat what I can, and hope that I can get what I need. You want me to get 70 grams of protein?? I can’t even LOOK at meat. So, I eat some beans, eat some peanut butter, some tofu…

Fun for this month: I got my third ultrasound at 11 weeks. It is amazing how much development happens in such a short time. That baby was bouncing around in my uterus like popcorn popping. It was pretty fun to watch.

Something that I did not expect was the complete lack of being able to sleep through a night. I am up 3 or 4 times every night at least. And every time I am up, I have to eat something because I feel sick…and usually I have to eat it before I even get out of bed, or I will really get sick. So, I wake up at 3 a.m., grab the box of LIFE cereal that is sitting next to the bed, munch away for a few minutes, get up to pee, then it’s back to bed, a little more munching, then back to sleep for another hour an a half. Repeat.

MONTH 4 (Weeks 13 through 16):

Well at this point, the nausea in the evenings has stopped. Thank goodness. The breast tenderness is also gone. But here comes the indigestion. I think I get heartburn regularly every evening. Sometimes a couple of times a day. I definitely eat Tums like they are candy – and the Smoothie ones are actually not half bad. Also, gas. You would not believe the gas problems that accompany pregnancy. That sure surprised me.

But most importantly, the nausea is gone.

And, because the nausea is gone, my healthy appetite has returned!! I don’t have to eat bagels for breakfast anymore. I still do sometimes, but I am able to eat cereal and milk again! I can eat eggs! I can eat oatmeal! All those things I couldn’t touch I can now eat again! What a wonderful time.

You know how you always hear about how pregnant women are crazy? It’s true. I can’t tell you how many times I almost lost my temper to complete strangers, and they didn’t even really do anything. For example, one security guy at the airport tried to tell me why I should go through the scary machine scan thing, even though I’m pregnant. And the way he said it with a smug attitude all before 6 a.m., almost made me BLOW UP at him. Pregnant crazy is real. Emotions are just haywire. One weekend I cried probably 4 or 5 times. In just one weekend!! A couple of those times were at church… I was having stomach pains on Sunday morning and was feeling quite awful, but went to church anyway. The speaker was a missionary from Africa, and peppered into his sermon were stories of African healthcare, 2 of which included birthing difficulties of his wife and another missionary’s wife. One of the stories ended up ok, but was frightening, and the other story ended up with the death of the baby AND the mother. Then I was REALLY not feeling well. It was a looooooong weekend.

Also real? Cravings. And it changes every week. One week I can’t get enough cream cheese wontons from the Chinese place down the road, the next week it’s chips and salsa, the next week it’s salt and vinegar chips, the next week it’s chocolate pudding, the next week I would almost strangle somebody if I couldn’t get some decent Greek food. This week? Spicy chicken sandwiches from Wendy’s. I’ve had about 4 in the last week. As you can imagine, they don’t mix well with heartburn. But I cannot get enough of them.

I still have not felt the baby move, but I am told that sometimes you can tell this early on. I am getting a baby bump though, which is kind of fun. Fun in the sense that now you can tell I am pregnant, not just some crazy hormonal woman. I tell you what isn’t fun… almost fainting in public because your pants are too tight. I learned that while those belly bands are a rather useful little tool, they only go so far. When you get to a certain point, the pants even with the band are still just too tight, and then you almost faint in church. However, I must also say that I LOOOOOOOOVE maternity pants. My maternity jeans are like wearing sweats, but they look like jeans, and it is so easy to go to the bathroom with them on. None of that dealing with zippers or button stuff.

I also had another ultrasound this month. Chris thought the baby looked creepy, so I likely won’t post any pictures (because if the father of the baby thinks it is creepy, imagine what other people would think…). However, it was pretty cool. It is just amazing to watch the baby moving around in there. Around the 15th and 16th week the baby is developing all those bones, so it starts to look more and more like a miniature baby and less like an alien. (Chris thinks it’s a little creepy because it kind of looks like a skeleton, or “Halloween costume” as he says.)

Well, from here on out I will try to keep the Pitts project updated as we move through the new and always exciting stages of pregnancy, each month seeming to bring it’s own challenge. Lord willing, next time I write I should be able to announce the sex of the baby!

Aside from all the crazy, new, interesting changes, pregnancy has been exciting. I can't wait to meet the baby! God is good, and he has blessed us immensely.

Thursday, June 30, 2011


Wow, is it really the last day of June? Where is 2011 going??

I finished up the craziest semester of my life this year, and did not quite successfully get through it all, but I certainly got through most of it. I am so glad that that particular semester is behind me. I am ready to tackle next school year, comprehensive exams, clinics, and everything else that comes my way! God has truly blessed me this year, and I know full well that I would not have made it this year without Him.

I started at the Mayo Clinic on Monday of this week, for Internship #1. It has been quite a journey! I have loved every second of it, and am looking forward to the next 7 weeks. Especially since I won't be commuting anymore starting next week. This week was quite long due to the commute, and I have spent most of the week wiped out. I thought it might be nice to write something on the blog though so at least I can say I made one post this month (even if it is only June for 3 more hours). My roommate sounds like a really sweet girl, and living a mile away from the clinic (instead of 75 miles away from the clinic) will really be nice for my study and sleep schedule. It will be difficult not seeing Chris every night, but I know the two months will go by fast. It's already 1/8th over!

Chris is off to the movies with Dan tonight, and tomorrow starts his last 4-day chunk of working the night-shift - Woohoo! Chris' boss approached him with the opportunity to take the day-shift, which involves working 5 a.m. to 5 p.m. (instead of 5 p.m. to 5 a.m.) for 4 days a week, with 4 days off. I couldn't be more excited. It will be nice to have a more normal sleeping schedule. There are rumors that Mesaba may be gone this fall, and to be honest, Chris and I aren't really sure exactly what that means for us. Will Chris to go Memphis while I stay behind here and finish out my last year of schoolwork before I can join him there on my externship? Will the company actually move? Will Chris be laid off, but be able to focus on school? There are a lot of unknowns, but as time goes on I know we'll have it figured out sooner or later.

After the "May-mester" class was over, I traveled down to Phoenix to see Kara, her new puppy, and was able to even see Andrew before he was off for Supply School. I miss Kara quite terribly, and it was wonderful to be able to spend time with her. Chris and I then traveled to Utah and spent some time with my parents and Meghan. We were able to see Micah when we were out there too! If anybody out there is reading this who does not know Micah, you are missing out on a great friendship. Also, we saw Rodgers and Hammerstein's Cinderella in a production by a local theater; what more could you ask for?

This year has a lot of potential, with a lot of changes and unknowns. I hope to keep this blog better updated over the summer, but we'll see how it goes! Chris and I are looking forward to a crazy, but very blessed year.

Wednesday, May 18, 2011


Here it is, halfway through the Month of May, and I failed to write anything about April at all!!

Well, I will fill you in.

In the beginning of April, I went to Chicago for the AAA Conference (American Academy of Audiology) that my SAA group had worked and fundraised for. We went without paying a dime! The trip was incredible. Day 1 we did a little sight-seeing, and took the classic pictures in front of the bean, before we went to a reception dinner that was "mafia" themed where we played black jack and wore feather boas. The rest of the time was filled with conference sessions and parties... Including a concert with Collective Soul, and another concert with The Blues Brothers (Jim Belushi and Dan Aykroyd). We stood in the VERY FRONT - so close, in fact, that we were pulled up on stage, and Jim Belushi stood on my friend's purse, and his sweat landed on another friend's cell phone :) And so much free stuff. I never needed to buy food... there were cookies, smoothies, Naked juices, power bars, chips, snacks, water bottles, mints, all kinds of things. The sessions were really interesting too. All-in-all, pretty awesome conference. And I am looking forward to next year's in Boston!

I also have found a research position, so I will be working with a professor on a research project. God is good! The news came to me shortly after I quit Caribou, so there has been a bit of a deficit in our budget for a little while but that will be gone with the coming of this job. It's really quite incredible.

Also good news - I got word that I will be going to the Mayo Clinic in Rochester, MN for my internship starting at the end of June! I am thrilled! It's going to be difficult during the week; I will likely be staying down there.. I am worried about leaving Chris and Copper, but 8 weeks will go fast because I'll be working full time and won't have much time to think about other things, I suppose!

I had a monstrous finals week this semester... A final every day Monday through Thursday, and then a week off, and then coming up this Monday I have a Comprehensive exam, covering material going all the way back the Fall 2009! Yikes! It'll be a relief to have that done. Then following the comps exam I have my "Maymester" class - an intensive course that lasts for three weeks. After that is over, Chris and I are planning to head to Utah for a visit and birthday celebration (celebrating my mom's, dad's, and Chris' and my birthday because they are all so close together). I am really looking forward to being in Utah.

It's been a crazy year, and I am so relieved to have that semester over. It was a tough one, and I am happy to have it behind me. It's all downhill from here - two semesters left of classwork (Fall '11 and Spring '12) and then we are off to wherever God wants us for my externship!

I am quite happy that summer is just around the corner. I have missed the sunshine, and it's nice to be able to go on walks with the dog again, and enjoy the time outdoors! We even got Copper a doggy backpack so he can carry his own toys/poop and my keys/cellphone when we go on walks :)

Thanks for reading! I hope to keep this updated much more frequently...

Monday, March 28, 2011

Bye to the Bou, part II

Sunday, March 27th was my last day working at Caribou. I woke up, exhausted from coming home from London the day before, went to work, opened the store, and left WITHOUT MY KEY. It was the longest shift ever, but it is done! It was a nice day to work - people were really friendly, and I didn't have many frustrating moments.

For a moment as I was leaving, and as I took my key off the keychain, and was saying goodbye to some of my favorite coworkers, I almost got a little emotional. The people I worked with there were great, and I really am going to miss them all. There are some regulars who I will miss as well. Mostly, I am going to look back on it with fond memories. However, I am relieved to not have to worry about smelling like coffee all the time. Showering after work was like being surrounded by steamed coffee, and coffee smell saturated my wardrobe (and often spread to the entire closet).

Anyway, that's done. 2 1/2 years later, I can throw away my old, dirty, worn out non-slip shoes and my coffee-stained shirts with "Caribou Coffee" written all over. No more angry customers telling me their latte was wrong, or telling me that their "mint condition" was supposed to be over ice, or that they wanted the white chocolate and LESS chocolate instead of the milk... And I am looking forward to being able to go and study in Caribou again. I couldn't do it while I worked there because it was just like going to work. I have my coffee shop studying atmosphere back!!

Sunday, March 27, 2011

"I would have called....but I was in LONDON!!"

Chris and I just got home from London. Can I just tell you that it is most definitely the coolest city I have ever been to? I am in love with London. Really really in love. We have done these weekend trips before, to Tokyo and Dublin...but I am truly going to miss London, and I am looking forward to going back someday.

First, we flew business class there, which is like a vacation all by itself. A fancy menu, good service, a down pillow and blanket, slipper socks, an eye mask for sleeping, tooth brush/toothpaste/lotion/chapstick/tissue in a little ditty big, a seat that reclines all the way flat, and free movies (including ones that are still in theaters - like the King's Speech!). Awesome. The service is excellent and non-stop... they give us a warm assortment of nuts before the four course meal, and a hot towel to wash up with. A choice of delicious sounding dinners, and appetizer, a salad, and desserts, and then a pre-landing meal, and they bring warm cookies too!

We landed, and it was very simple to navigate our way around. We went right to the hotel, took a short nap (we weren't able to sleep on the plane really - it was too much fun), then we got up and walked around downtown London. Our hotel was half a mile from Big Ben, so we went around a corner and there it was!! That night we went and saw Parliament, Big Ben, Westminster Abbey, and the Palace before walking back and having dinner at an awesome pub, with excellent food. The only odd thing (cultural difference?) was that the hotel did not have washcloths, and when we went to the front desk to ask for one, they did not even know what we were talking about. Remedy: We bought a loofah sponge at a local drugstore ...and problem solved (still..never heard of a washcloth?). All that aside, the sights in London are incredible. The buildings are old and beautiful, and parliament and Big Ben and Westminster Abbey and Buckingham Palace were breathtaking. The Queen's guards were there and all. :)

While we were out and about I bought an Arsenal scarf for myself. I started to wear it around when it got dark because it was cold, and we were going to eat at a pub about a block away from Big Ben when I noticed the sign on the front "No Football Attire". That's how seriously they take their sports there! But there are 5 or 6 Premiere League teams in London. So, we headed to the other pub for dinner.

Day Two: we started by heading to the Tower of London. Incredible history - we could have spent all day there. A Yeoman Warder (beefeater) gave us a tour - telling us about the various important events at the Tower of London, the famous deaths (executions), history being the Traitor's gate, who is buried in the church, how long the Monarchy lived there, the undertaking, the 6 ravens that live there, what his uniform means (over 25 years of military service! and it costs 1,500 pounds!), the crown jewels (apparently, the diamond on the royal scepter is over 530 karats), the rack (for torture), the armory... it was fascinating. I bought some tea (I can't wait to try it!) because we were in London, after all. The Tower Bridge was beautiful also. Our Yeoman threw in some quips for the Americans on the tour ("That's Tower Bridge, not London Bridge, for the Americans out there"), and he looked exactly like my father-in-law. What's even more strange is that his name was Bob as well. Crazy. After leaving the Tower of London, we headed over to the same pub we went to the night before and had some fish 'n' chips - the BEST fish 'n' chips I have ever had, and probably will ever have! They were incredibly delicious. After lunch it was over to the British museum. We barely scratched the surface of all that they had there. The exhibits were really need - ancient Greece, Rome, Mesopotamia, Egypt, Babylon, Assyria... We could have spent all day there, too! The Museum closed at 5:30, at which time we took the train down to the Arsenal Stadium to snap a few pictures before heading back up towards the theater district (and near our hotel) where we went to the Apollo Victoria Theater and saw Wicked! What an amazing show. I loved every minute of it! The singing was phenomenal. It was nice how easy the subway system was to navigate - we were able to make our way from one end of the city to the other without any troubles.

After the show we went to bed, and woke up at 6 a.m. to leave to the airport for our flight. I was sad to be leaving. On all of the other short trips we have taken to foreign countries, I felt as though we accomplished quite a bit for the short time we were there, but that is not the case with London. There is so much more I wanted to see and do, I really hope I get the opportunity to go back there and spend some more time in the city. I loved every minute of the trip, and even though it wore me out, it was absolutely worth it! Chris wants to go back for an Arsenal game, and I think that would be a great idea :) It would be a lot of fun to go to a game where the fans are as enthusiastic as the people in England are. If you are able to spend some time in London, I highly highly recommend it! (Also, pictures are coming!)

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Don't Burn Bridges?

So, as mentioned in a previous post, I have quit my job at Caribou. However, that means that I am on my bosses bad side. It's obvious why, but I just wish he wouldn't take it so personally that I am quitting. Is it mostly his fault, because he is not capable of putting together one schedule that I can consistently work? Maybe. But does that mean that I don't like him as a person, and that I am suddenly going to stop working just because it is my last couple of shifts? No. But he is acting almost vindictive towards me.

For example, I got into work today for my second-to-last shift, and there I find a note in the back that says "Katie: this needs to be inventoried tonight" - with a 6-page list attached to it of all the items that I need to inventory. First of all, I haven't done inventory in over two years, and second, is it presumptuous of him to assume that I know how to do it because it was not at the current store I am at that I did inventory. So, as you can imagine, I was slightly put-out. 6 pages worth of inventory material? Seriously? With no warning? Ugh. But I did it - because you are not supposed to burn bridges. You never know when you will run into that person in the future. But it seems like he is trying to burn the bridge, whether I want to or not. *sigh*.

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

The Three Little Pigs are revisited, and I find myself sad at the current state of America

In case you haven't heard the story, I will quote it here for you:

Once there were three little pigs who lived in a country with housing shortage. All the condominiums and apartments had long been occupied, and houses were as rare as dodos.

The three little pigs decided to build their own home. But having seen how building a house together had ruined so many relationships all around them, they thought it safer for each to build his own ideal home. This way, each could be creative without the others telling him that his ideas were dumb.

Unfortunately, in addition to a severe housing shortage, their country also suffered from an economic recession. There were no more building materials, because the forests had long been cut down and the quarries mined dry. The three little pigs would have to use other materials.

The first little pig towed his wagon around every day collecting old newspapers. After a week, he had enough to build himself a house. It wasn't the most sturdy of homes, but the first little pig liked it because it was educational. He could sit at home in the evenings and read the walls. One thing he had to be careful about, though, was building fires. He became an expert outdoor chef.

The second little pig collected aluminum cans. He built his home by stacking the cans together. His house was comfortable most of the time except during midday, when it would be as hot as an oven inside. The second little pig didn't mind. He loved the sound of raindrops falling on his tin roof. It made him feel luckier than his brother, whose newspaper house would collapse and have to be rebuilt every time it rained.

The third little pig learned from the Indians how to make adobe bricks. For months he labored over making an adobe house. It was the dream house he had always wanted. It shielded him from the hot sun and kept him safe from wind and rain. When he was hungry, he nibbled on the straw sticking out of the wall, tidying his house as he ate.

One day, a wolf, who had been chased out of his apartment because he hadn't paid the rent for three months, came upon the first little pig's newspaper house.

"Little pig, little pig, let me come in!" he cried.

"Not by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin," the first little pig answered.

"Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house in!"

So he huffed, and he puffed, and he blew all the newspapers away, exposing the first little pig clutching the sports section to his chest.

The first little pig took one look at the wolf and ran. He ran as fast as his four short legs could carry him to his brother's aluminum house, with the wolf hot on his curly tail. Just in time, he reached his brother's home, and they slammed in the last few aluminum cans, sealing themselves inside.

Now that he had two little pigs instead of one to handle, the wolf cried, "Little pigs, little pigs, let me come in!"

"Not by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin," replied the two pigs in unison.

"Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house in!"

So he huffed, and he puffed, and he scattered the aluminum cans all over the landscape. While the wolf stumbled over the cans, the two little pigs took off like two shots for their brother's adobe home.

The third little pig was sunning himself outside his adobe home when who should come running along but his two silly brothers who had built paper and aluminum houses.

"Oh, darn," he said to himself. "I knew they would have to move in with me one of these days. But couldn't they have waited a bit longer?"

Then, to his surprise, they told him that the wolf was going to eat them all up unless he saved them.

They ran inside the house, and the third little pig latched the door. Soon the wolf caught up and cried his familiar line, "Little pigs, little pigs, let me come in!"

"Not by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin," the three little pigs said together.

"Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house in!"

So the wolf huffed, and he puffed. He huffed, and he puffed again. And again. And again. But he couldn't blow that sturdy adobe house down.

The three little pigs stood by the window gleefully watching the wolf puffing himself silly. But suddenly, as they watched in horror, the wolf collapsed, clutching his chest.

"Oh, no!" said the first little pig. "What's wrong with him?"

"I think he's having a heart attack," said the second little pig.

"We must save him," said the third little pig. "We can't let him die!"

"Save him.?" cried the first and second little pigs together. "Are you crazy?"

"If we don't, his relatives will sue us. Pretty soon, we'll have every wolf in town knocking on our door. So come on!"

The three little pigs opened the door and went out to help the wolf. While the first little pig counted, the second and third little pigs performed CPR on the unconscious wolf. After a while, the wolf stirred and sat up.

When the three little pigs saw that the wolf had recovered, they made for the safety of the house once more. But before they could slam the door shut, the wolf said, "Why are you afraid of me?"

The three little pigs did a double take. "Pigs are supposed to be afraid of wolves," they said. "Don't you want to eat us up?"

The wolf guffawed. "Pork chops? No thanks, I'm a vegetarian."

"Oh? So why were you chasing us and blowing our houses down?" asked the first little pig.

"I only wanted to move in with you," said the wolf. "And I wanted to find out if your house is solid enough for me. I see that this one is."

"If you wanted to move in with us, why didn't you just say so?" The second little pig threw up his front paws in exasperation.

"But I did! I asked you to let me in," said the wolf.

"You didn't say please. And you shouldn't have asked so aggressively," the first little pig rebutted.

"He's right. And you should have said exactly what you meant. You shouldn't beat around the bush like that," the second little pig scolded.

"All right, all right," intervened the third little pig. "It's all a lack of communication. Let's start all over again, shall we?" He turned to the wolf. "Now say your line."

The wolf cleared his throat and said solemnly. "Little pigs, little pigs, may I move in with you?" He looked around at the three little pigs and when they didn't reply, he added, "Please?"

The three little pigs nodded.

So the wolf and the first two little pigs helped the third little pig remodel the adobe house so that there was room for all of them. They learned the importance of cooperation and communication, and they all lived together happily ever after.

Source: http://www.thefreelibrary.com/Three+Little+Pigs+revisited.-a0112211337

So, I must say, that this is extremely sad. The story of the three little pigs is now about making an "educational house" out of old newspaper and a house out if tin cans (sounds kind of like driving a smart car on the highway). Incredible. It's about "failed communication" and a vegetarian wolf. Oh my goodness. What other stories are we going to butcher next? Cinderella and Prince Charming get divorced after he runs out and leaves her with the kids? Hansel and Gretel start eating a house of vegetables with fat-free ranch dip instead of candy? Come on.

Saturday, March 12, 2011

Every once in a great while...

Every once in a great while, there will be an incredible person in your life who you have spent years with and have thousands of memories with. Those people are rare. Outside of family (and spouse), there are very few people who have been in my life for years, the kind of person who really is more like family than a friend; but I value those people immensely. I had a great friend who I don't think there are hardly any memories without during my junior high, high school and college years. We had a falling out, and it's just so silly that I really don't remember why or what or any details... I just know that I wish it hadn't happened, because I missed her presence in my life.

It is weird how you can not know somebody at all, meet them, spend a few years with them, and then it's like there is something missing when they are no longer there. That's how I felt. It was an unwelcome feeling. There were some rough times in the past couple of years that I could have used a friend like that. When you move to a new place, it's not easy to make friends. Especially once you are older and married, because it seems like all of the other young married people are too involved with what is going on in their lives, and the people who are your age and not married are living the single life, staying out late, doing things that I was no longer interested in doing. I felt kind of stuck in the middle of two worlds, getting to know people my age, but not really. I was making the kind of friends that you see once or twice a week, have a nice conversation with, and then move on. It is just plain harder to make friends once you leave college (and I know I am still in college, but graduate school is a whole different world).

Anyway, a really cool thing happened a little while ago. This friend of mine came back in to my life; it was sudden, but it was as though nothing had ever happened before. And I can't tell you how happy I am to be rebuilding that friendship...even if it is never where it once was. I missed having her as a friend, and I am so happy to have her back! I think sometimes you are just meant to be in somebody's life, and I am ok with that :)

Friday, March 4, 2011

Bye to the Bou

I have been working at Caribou for the last 2 1/2 years, as many of you know. 2 1/2 years is a very long time to be working at a retail job...some people don't even stay at a real-life career job for that long.

Things were fine for the first 10 months or so, and then they fired probably the best manager Caribou will ever find. Then when went through a series of abusive managers... one who literally physically abused some employees and broke more rules than are actually in the handbook (and who, by the way, continued to be supported by her manager...who just loves people who suck up to her). Long story short, she was gone. When she was fired, I was working over 40 hours a week for a while. Then, we got a new manager, who was the definition of lazy. It's pretty bad when you go into work after the boss and you spend the time cleaning up. During this manager, I transferred to a different Caribou store. While that helped for a little while, it turned into just more or a struggle. Apparently, my schedule was suddenly too "difficult" to work around, even though I required no more than 18 hours a week. After weeks and weeks of feeling like every single schedule was a struggle, and realizing that it really wasn't worth the stress on my life (and the worse grades), I gave my two weeks to my boss yesterday.

I GAVE MY TWO WEEKS TO MY BOSS YESTERDAY. That feels nice to say. It's so relieving.

For a while, when I was at work, I wasn't sure if I could quit, or if I wanted to quit. I felt happy at work for the first time in a while... then, I remember something my father-in-law had told me. When he was working at a previous job, one of the people he worked with committed suicide, and he worked with the guy who committed suicide the night that he did it. I asked the natural question, did he guy seem upset or disturbed at work? My father-in-law answered that he seemed perfectly content, normal, happy...they had no idea that he was planning to kill himself. While this is an extremely sad and painful situation, I think that it relates to anytime we make a life-changing decision. I had made the decision to quit Caribou, and I was very much at peace with my decision, giving the false illusion that I didn't want to quit. Then, an angry customer came in...and I remembered why I wanted to be done :) (on top of school work, volunteer work, and church).

Big decision... but my last week is going to be the week of the 23rd. I'm looking forward to more clinic time, and feeling able to go to church without the pressure of having papers to write, etc, because I'll be able to do it on a different day instead of Sunday. :)

Speaking of which, off to read some articles for a cochlear implants project/formal paper. Have a good weekend, all.

Sunday, February 27, 2011


I truly believe that I am the luckiest woman alive. I love my husband. He is such a wonderful, Godly man who. He works hard balancing school, work, teaching, and everything else that he does. I can't imagine what it would be like to not have him as my partner through everything, and I don't want to imagine it. I really appreciate how he is always working to do right by God and by me in taking care of us.

I love you, sweetie. Thanks for all that you do.

Friday, February 25, 2011

Isn't it funny how things don't work?

First, let me just say that I know I have recently written, and I know that I have nothing interesting to add now. However, I am writing partially to avoid doing what I know I need to do. You see, Copper and Gizmo both need to be let outside, but it is particularly cold tonight. Also, I have a test I need to be studying for, but that requires deep concentration. So, I am writing an update.
Isn't it sad how easy it is to get into "Pity Party" mode? Ridiculously easy. Shamefully easy. This semester, I was, and have kind of been in, "Pity Party" mode. It seemed like nothing really was going my way (which, naturally, is the right way). For starters, I applied for a job in an health clinic, doing things that actually RELATE to my field and not dealing with angry, under-caffeinated customers who might possibly rip my head off if I accidentally do two scoops of milk chocolate and one scoop of white chocolate in their drink (instead of the opposite). So, as you can imagine, I was quite excited at the opportunity...but didn't get the job. Second, I applied for an internship doing a research type of position in Omaha, Nebraska. Is it far away? Yes, but with Chris working on the night schedule now, I don't really see him for 4 days in a row anyway and we'd have flight benefits. Did I get the paid internship? No. Ok.. so, now I'm wondering, "God, are you even paying attention right now?" Which is ridiculous, because of course God is paying attention, and he knows me better than I know me. I am just throwing myself a Pity Party. It's fun. You are welcome to attend. Next, I do poorly on a test, because for 4 days in a row I had 12-hour days with work, school and everything else, which is not actually conducive to studying. Also, it made me dislike my job more...because then I was working at a job that I didn't like, worrying about my job all of the time, and doing worse in my classes. Awesome. But, I have had just about enough of "Pity Party" mode. Why should I get everything I want exactly when I want it? What does that teach me?
Long story short, I am going to try to give things over to God. Really, really give them over to God. Knowing that He is in control is going to put me at ease, knowing that He cares about what happens in my life is going to allow me to rest in His sovereignty. As Jesus says in Matthew 6:26, "Look at the birds of the air: they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they?"

Saturday, February 19, 2011

I love ears! And hate coffee.

That should be obvious :) I am going to school to be an audiologist; if I didn't like ears, we would have a problem. This year at school has been particularly interesting. My class started the Student Academy of Audiology at the U of M this year, which is pretty exciting. It's a slow movement across campuses nationwide, and we brought it to Minnesota! Our first act as a group is to send some of the group members to the AAA conference, AudiologyNOW!, in Chicago this year. Believe it or not, it is not easy to raise money for five students to go to a professional conference in a different city. I know; crazy. However, we got some exciting news yesterday - we were awarded a $1000 grant from an application that I had filled out recently. I couldn't believe it! That basically pays for the conference fees for us to go down there, which was actually our biggest expense. Pretty cool. I am definitely looking forward to road-tripping down to Chicago this year!

On the flip side, work is only getting more and more difficult. I am looking for a solution, and praying that one comes through for me soon. I work at a coffee shop, and it seems as though my boss sometimes has something out for me. He is a very nice guy, and I like working for him, but he is absolutely the worst at scheduling. I have been left off the schedule completely for the one coming up in two weeks. I am just at a loss... I feel like every single time a new schedule goes up, there is something wrong. I am scheduled on a day I can't work, I am scheduled when I don't have availability, I have too many hours, I don't have enough hours, I am working the entire weekend, I am working only on school days... it is so frustrating sometimes. I just would like a little consistency. I am praying for options!

Anyway... it is about time for me to go to bed. I open tomorrow morning.. Sunday... when I don't have any availability (but was scheduled anyway).

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Here we go again...

Unfortunately, this is not a cute song that comes with a music video on treadmills. "Here we go again" refers more to my school starting back up, Chris' work schedule changing, and once again having life be quite busy.
I started school in the end of January, and since then there has been nothing but eating, sleeping, breathing audiology. I and a couple of my classmates started up a local student chapter of a national audiology organization (American Academy of Audiology), and that has occupied quite a bit of my time as we are trying to fundraise enough money to go to Chicago in April (any ideas???). I am taking more classes than I have before, and can feel the load. In a couple of weeks I have had 5 exams/quizzes and a number of assignments due. Mynd you (...moose bytes kan be pretti nasti), I am not saying this as a complaint; when I am not busy, I tend to be bored and unhappy. I am thoroughly enjoying this semester. On top of the school work, I am praying for the opportunity to be involved in some type of research. I may have been given the opportunity (thank God! He knows my desires) but am waiting to hear back before the final decision. It would give me the opportunity to quit my job, which would be a blessing all on its own because work has only been more stressful this semester than ever before.
Chris started his first night on the new rotations last night. He now works a schedule that is overnights from 5:30 P.M. to 5:30 A.M., four days on, and four days off. I thought the schedule seemed a like a good idea, as did Chris, because the four days off sounds like a good thing...but after spending last night alone, I was beginning to think maybe we hadn't made the right decision. But this is just day 1, and I am sure it will take some getting used to. Unfortunately, Chris is not feeling well right now which will probably make working nights seem much worse, because he will be tired AND sick. He seems to like is so far though, which is great! He is working on a class right now, and is planning on taking another one for the spring quarter.
It was nice to take a break a couple of weeks ago and hit up Orlando. DisneyWorld is just our second home now :) We had nachos in Mexico, fish 'n' chips in England, and visited Aerosmith in Hollywood. It was a much-enjoyed break by the both of us.
Valentine's Day was also quite exciting! I was surprised by flowers at school (I really had no idea!) and when I got home, I had the first season of Whose Line Is It Anyway? waiting for me (LOVE that show!) I made homemade chocolates with marzipan filling for Chris in the shapes of hearts and roses, and made a chocolate bouquet out of them. We had a good evening, filled with a dash of studying (as with most evenings).
Copper is still a joy. One very positive thing about Chris' schedule is that now there is almost always somebody home with Copper. He likes it, that's for sure. He also has his wild and crazy side, he is definitely still a puppy. The other day he chewed a hole THROUGH THE CARPET (I was so mad I couldn't even talk) and then he chewed up some of Chris' Bible (luckily, he only got ahold of the commentary and didn't actually chew any of the scriptures). He is a work in progress...but fun for the most part!
I hope I have not forgotten anything important. Will post pictures later; I am on my way into my hearing aids class. Test next week... :)

My Flowers on Valentine's Day!

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

My Travels

Don't you love the word "Break"? Like, "Winter Break", "Spring Break"... I feel as though it's just too ironic, and that usually I need a break from the break. However, I did have a wonderful Christmas break, despite the absolute exhaustion.

Chris and I went to Utah for Christmas. It was wonderful to spend time with my Mom's side of the family. I can't tell you how much I love all of those people...my favorite thing to do is go down to Arizona and spend time with my family. We went skiing, saw a movie together, and spent time taking care of Kendal's bitty baby, baby Jessica. (Apparently, Chris and I are poor caretakers, as Kendal had to lecture us and teach us how to take care of the doll properly). My sister, Colleen, did not come out of her room (but what did I expect) except for dinners. She also has taken up smoking, and decided to light-up in my parents house like some foolish child trying to show how "adult" she is. It was kind of ridiculous. However, the rest of the time with my relatives was quite enjoyable.

The next week after I got back, I traveled to Phoenix for my best friend Kara's wedding to Zach Bloomer. It was a wonderful wedding. The reception was in somebody's beautiful backyard, and the setup was absolutely magical. Kara looked stunning, as a bride should, and the whole night was really just so much fun. Something that we did that I thought was absolutely brilliant (and plan to do for every bride from here on out) was make a "bridal basket". We got a fancy basket, make it look nice with tissue paper and little candies, and proceeded to fill it with necessities for the hotel room that night... condoms, KY, some sparking cider and champagne glasses, Listerine, lingerie, candles, and a lighter. The bachelorette party was quite fun too... first we played "Kiss the Stud", which is quite like pin the tail on the donkey, only you are kissing a poster of a man! :) Then we went out to Applebee's for virgin strawberry daiquiris, sang "I Believe in a Thing Called Love" karaoke, and wore mustaches the entire night. (Pictures to be posted later). I did wake up on the day after the wedding with the flu :( the fever, chills, body aches, the whole works. Quite miserable. But still I traveled home and just spent the next couple of days in bed drinking Smartwater and eating bland foods. Another added bonus of being in Arizona was the time spent with my family. Andrew joined the Navy and is off to OCS as of this past Saturday. I know he will do well, and I am so proud of him. However, I am going to miss him. While I was in Arizona we went rock climbing, running, and watched some movies and Korean pop videos. I also was able to celebrate Justin's birthday with him (13! Makes me feel so old!).

Anyway, that is the short version of my life for the last month. I'll post some pictures, and hopefully will get the pictures of Kara's party and wedding soon. Below are some pictures of Andrew and I when we were kids.


Once again I have failed to keep up the blog on a regular basis, but such is life. I wanted to add a piece here that Chris wrote. It is a satirical piece, quite suited for The Onion. :)

FBI Raids Handover Residence After Tip On Salt

By JULIANA ROBENSCY, Associated Press – 1 hr 34 mins ago

HANDOVER, Fla. – A Handover-area neighborhood is still stunned by Monday’s events where federal agents raided a local home after learning the residents were creating dehydrated onion soup mix containing roughly 3,500 milligrams of salt for circulation on the black market.

According to dietary guidelines released from the U.S. Department of Agriculture and the U.S. Department of Health and Human Services (1), individuals should not consume more than a teaspoon of salt a day — which is roughly 2,300 milligrams. Prior to government enforcement of the policy dehydrated onion soup mix was a notorious culprit in the fight against salt consumption, previously containing more than 3,132 milligrams of salt (2).

On Monday federal agents raided the home of Bernice and Donald Sodiua based on the tip of a local U.S. Food and Drug Administration employee. Agents discovered approximately 500 kilos of salt along with other ingredients needed to create the dehydrated onion soup mix.

An FBI agent close to the case, speaking on condition of anonymity, told the AP that the FDA employee began to grow suspicious upon eating an unusually “tasty” cup of onion soup in a Handover diner. The FBI became involved and soon detected an abnormal amount of Morton Iodized Salt being purchased among various grocery stores. It did not take long before the FBI had identified the basement of the Sodiua residence as the dehydrated-onion-soup-mix lab.

1) http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20110131/ap_on_re_us/us_dietary_guidelines_salt_6

2) http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,190914,00.html