Thursday, August 19, 2010
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Overheard: 12:38am
Me: You're using WebMD to diagnose me?
Him: No. I can't diagnose anyone. I'm just reading.
Me: I trust you though.
Him: If I end up in the ER this week....
Me: .... ??
Him: No, I mean, if YOU end up in the ER this week...
Me: Yeah, I was going to say, you have to work this weekend, so you better end up in the ER.
Him: No. I can't diagnose anyone. I'm just reading.
Me: I trust you though.
Him: If I end up in the ER this week....
Me: .... ??
Him: No, I mean, if YOU end up in the ER this week...
Me: Yeah, I was going to say, you have to work this weekend, so you better end up in the ER.
Overheard: Guest Blog (kind of)
Him: Ok, what do you like about living here?
Me: The food? Hanging out with our families so often, except that that's offset by how much I miss hanging out with our Montana friends.... why? What are you doing?
Him: Um...
Me: Are you BLOGGING????
Him: I'm just writing it in a Word Document and you can make it pretty.
So, here it is: Stephan's take on this whole moving thing...
Him: OK…it’s true, we miss our Montana friends daily. It’s also true that if one more son of a @#$%^& cuts me off in traffic only to slam on his brakes and flip me the bird, that I will be facing charges for aggravated assault and battery. I figure Blagolavich got off…so can I. I do want to say that this new phase of our life is filled with good things. Watching family members smother Sawyer in kisses, seeing grade school buddies for a Sat. night beer, and yummy ethnic foods are all good for the soul. We have a beautiful home (with curbside garbage and recycling!), a membership to the Field Museum, and the greatest football team in the history of the NFL plays 40 minutes down the road. Someday, we might win the lottery and be able to afford a ticket! I’m learning a ton at the ‘big city’ ER and both Anna and I are checking out adjunct staff positions at community colleges.
Me: The food? Hanging out with our families so often, except that that's offset by how much I miss hanging out with our Montana friends.... why? What are you doing?
Him: Um...
Me: Are you BLOGGING????
Him: I'm just writing it in a Word Document and you can make it pretty.
So, here it is: Stephan's take on this whole moving thing...
Him: OK…it’s true, we miss our Montana friends daily. It’s also true that if one more son of a @#$%^& cuts me off in traffic only to slam on his brakes and flip me the bird, that I will be facing charges for aggravated assault and battery. I figure Blagolavich got off…so can I. I do want to say that this new phase of our life is filled with good things. Watching family members smother Sawyer in kisses, seeing grade school buddies for a Sat. night beer, and yummy ethnic foods are all good for the soul. We have a beautiful home (with curbside garbage and recycling!), a membership to the Field Museum, and the greatest football team in the history of the NFL plays 40 minutes down the road. Someday, we might win the lottery and be able to afford a ticket! I’m learning a ton at the ‘big city’ ER and both Anna and I are checking out adjunct staff positions at community colleges.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
I Miss Montana
Kristen is in Montana right now, visiting. Stephan and I just cancelled our planned trip for this fall due to (several) financial constraints. Wednesday marks the start of the 2010 Fallon County Fair. All of these things add up to Stephan and me being crabby about missing Sawyer's birth-state.
So what did we do?
Played a little Chris Ladeux, drank a Coors Light, and made fun of the president for a while. I'm fighting the urge to buy a deep-fryer and throw some dough into it.
So what did we do?
Played a little Chris Ladeux, drank a Coors Light, and made fun of the president for a while. I'm fighting the urge to buy a deep-fryer and throw some dough into it.
Friday, August 13, 2010
Ch-ch-ch-changes!
I took a lot of comments very seriously about my last website/company name ideas and I came up with a different solution to the whole thing. Amazingly enough, it's the old solution with a different phone number!
Check out the new website and let me know what you think!
Monday, August 9, 2010
It's not just Me
A friend from Montana posted this as her Facebook status and it made me cry:
I love living in the country. I enjoy the smell of the grass, the smell of dust hanging in the air after hearing a car go down an dirt road, and even the smell of grease mixed with dirt in the breeze near the equipment. I know, I'm weird.
It brought back a very distinct memory for me of the first week after we moved to Chicago. I remember going outside and the air being completely devoid of smells. No scents at all. I know, it was winter, but still- no smells. No cows, no dirt, no car exhaust... I've often heard people from other countries talk about how America doesn't have any smells. Well, it's true. I could tell exactly where in Plevna I was just by what I was smelling at the time. Food cooking? The Bar. Hay and horses? The West road out of town. Cow manure? Somewhere near Fuzz's farm. Wheat? Hwy 12 West toward Miles City. Grass? The North road past the Plevna School.
My brother is known for tracking scents and naming them, driving around and around just to locate a good one. But isn't it weird that things don't smell in the city (I'm excluding some obvious city-smells: garbage, sewage, homeless people)?
I love living in the country. I enjoy the smell of the grass, the smell of dust hanging in the air after hearing a car go down an dirt road, and even the smell of grease mixed with dirt in the breeze near the equipment. I know, I'm weird.
It brought back a very distinct memory for me of the first week after we moved to Chicago. I remember going outside and the air being completely devoid of smells. No scents at all. I know, it was winter, but still- no smells. No cows, no dirt, no car exhaust... I've often heard people from other countries talk about how America doesn't have any smells. Well, it's true. I could tell exactly where in Plevna I was just by what I was smelling at the time. Food cooking? The Bar. Hay and horses? The West road out of town. Cow manure? Somewhere near Fuzz's farm. Wheat? Hwy 12 West toward Miles City. Grass? The North road past the Plevna School.
My brother is known for tracking scents and naming them, driving around and around just to locate a good one. But isn't it weird that things don't smell in the city (I'm excluding some obvious city-smells: garbage, sewage, homeless people)?
Friday, August 6, 2010
I Never Thought I'd Miss...
I posted this photo album to Facebook a few weeks ago, and wanted to reproduce it on the blog but there are 50 photos involved and I'm just not that dilligent.
So if you want to check out the 50 Things I Never Thought I'd Miss about Montana but Do Now just click on the link.
Warning: This will take you to a Facebook photo album. You need not be logged into Facebook to see it, but if you have, let's just say for instance, sworn off Facebook for any specific length of time (let's say 90 Days for example) you may not want to click on the link.
Just sayin'.
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