Jack and I enjoyed the backseat on our way back home from BOJI. It's perfect for napping! Finished the day with a trip to the car wash to clean up all the cheerios and french fries lost during our mini-weekend away :)
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Sunday...Sunday...Sunday
Jack and I enjoyed the backseat on our way back home from BOJI. It's perfect for napping! Finished the day with a trip to the car wash to clean up all the cheerios and french fries lost during our mini-weekend away :)
Friday, May 29, 2009
Golf
Golfing is hard. I had no idea. After 18 holes yesterday (a first!), I'm exhausted and sore in some odd places. My left bicep, my left wrist, my calf muscles, and my oh-so-lovely, farmer's sunburn on both arms. Fabulous.
....oh, and my eyes burn. Possibly from the wind?
I now want to spend the same amount of time I was on the golf course (5+ hours!) in the female-version of paradise: SPA!
Friday, May 22, 2009
Rants and Raves... mostly rants...
So I have been away from the blog for a while. For that, I am sorry. It's not you, it's me. As you know, I am kind of a big deal here in Des Moines. My time is precious, and its "Wedding Season." I promise to do better going forward.
So I showed up to work today in a nice Polo shirt (tucked in), and dress khaki shorts. Apparently this was the equivalent of farting in an elevator, as the egregious act became the topic de jour in the office. Mind you, these are casual Fridays and people (especially the ones pointing out my shorts) routinely wear jeans and t-shirts. Yes, t-shirts. Not collared knit polos like myself, but straight up t-shirts. In fact, some people in the office rock jeans and sweet "my favorite band rocks"-type shirts during the normal business casual Monday-Thursdays. So I ask you fair reader, are dress khaki shorts or jeans? My contention is that the shorts are a nicer look than jeans. But if not that, then they are at least equal to jeans.
We have now mowed the lawn 2x in this young spring season. I say "we" because Lindsey has been getting behind the blades of the mower as she all of sudden "likes mowing." I am all for anything that requires me to do less work, if that is even possible :) Though, it appears the trade-off for Lindsey mowing is giving Jack his bath, so its not like I am getting off scott-free here. Then again, I guess Lindsey has given Jack a disproportionate share of baths so far in his young life. Anyway, I have found that I haven't developed a rhythm with the new lawn yet. Back in Mission, I had my mowing routine set. I could mow that lawn with my eyes closed - I knew the turns, I knew how much gas I needed to get through a full mow, and I knew the time it would take me down to the minute. With the new house/lawn, I find myself zigging when the lawn wants me to zag. We are definitely not in sync, and it is causing noticeable issues - dead and dry spots. That, and the lack of water? I am giving it 3 weeks before I bring in the Lawn Whisperer.
Also, our household has been fairly insulated from "the economy." We even derived a decent benefit from it with a new vehicle (72 months at 0% APR!!!) resulting from..."the economy." Man, I wish we were first time homebuyers right now! However, last week I received a notice from CapitalOne that they were closing my card due to inactivity. Apparently, I have not used said card since last January. It doesn't really bother me that they are closing off my credit. I mean, it's not like they are making any money off me not using it; but what angers me is that when a creditor closes an account it negatively impacts a person's credit rating. I should not have to take a hit on my credit score simply because I am a good consumer that doesn't make late payments and the like. So I called CapitalOne to discuss this issue - I asked them if I could stop the closing of the account by actually using the card. I was told no. Nice business decision CapOne. I appreciate the loyalty for my 8 years of card membership... Anyway, because of that decision, I was then forced to request an early closing at my request so as to mitigate the credit score hit. Just a dumb situation.
AND YOUR RAVE (you have been very patient, and you deserve it). Looking forward to a nice relaxing memorial day weekend. It will be action packed, which is consistent with our lives in the last month. Tomorrow night we will be attending The Ballard of Huxley Class of 1998 10-Year Reunion. Yes, it is 2009, and technically 11 years after the fact, but what do you expect when former President Severson-Mills is tasked with planning said event? I think they just got running water in Huxley, so being only a year late on a reunion isn't so bad. On Sunday morning, we will then head to "Boji" to hang out with some friends that we have not seen for what seems like forever. We are definitely looking forward to it. UPDATE: We did not make the trip to BOJI. Jack was sick with the flu. Bummer. We were really disappointed. He is lots better this weekend. Want to reschedule for this weekend, guys?
And a shout out to our wonderful veterans. For without you, our country would not be what it is today (even when its "bad" its still the best place to be in the world); nor would I receive a day off work. Thank you!
So I showed up to work today in a nice Polo shirt (tucked in), and dress khaki shorts. Apparently this was the equivalent of farting in an elevator, as the egregious act became the topic de jour in the office. Mind you, these are casual Fridays and people (especially the ones pointing out my shorts) routinely wear jeans and t-shirts. Yes, t-shirts. Not collared knit polos like myself, but straight up t-shirts. In fact, some people in the office rock jeans and sweet "my favorite band rocks"-type shirts during the normal business casual Monday-Thursdays. So I ask you fair reader, are dress khaki shorts or jeans? My contention is that the shorts are a nicer look than jeans. But if not that, then they are at least equal to jeans.
We have now mowed the lawn 2x in this young spring season. I say "we" because Lindsey has been getting behind the blades of the mower as she all of sudden "likes mowing." I am all for anything that requires me to do less work, if that is even possible :) Though, it appears the trade-off for Lindsey mowing is giving Jack his bath, so its not like I am getting off scott-free here. Then again, I guess Lindsey has given Jack a disproportionate share of baths so far in his young life. Anyway, I have found that I haven't developed a rhythm with the new lawn yet. Back in Mission, I had my mowing routine set. I could mow that lawn with my eyes closed - I knew the turns, I knew how much gas I needed to get through a full mow, and I knew the time it would take me down to the minute. With the new house/lawn, I find myself zigging when the lawn wants me to zag. We are definitely not in sync, and it is causing noticeable issues - dead and dry spots. That, and the lack of water? I am giving it 3 weeks before I bring in the Lawn Whisperer.
Also, our household has been fairly insulated from "the economy." We even derived a decent benefit from it with a new vehicle (72 months at 0% APR!!!) resulting from..."the economy." Man, I wish we were first time homebuyers right now! However, last week I received a notice from CapitalOne that they were closing my card due to inactivity. Apparently, I have not used said card since last January. It doesn't really bother me that they are closing off my credit. I mean, it's not like they are making any money off me not using it; but what angers me is that when a creditor closes an account it negatively impacts a person's credit rating. I should not have to take a hit on my credit score simply because I am a good consumer that doesn't make late payments and the like. So I called CapitalOne to discuss this issue - I asked them if I could stop the closing of the account by actually using the card. I was told no. Nice business decision CapOne. I appreciate the loyalty for my 8 years of card membership... Anyway, because of that decision, I was then forced to request an early closing at my request so as to mitigate the credit score hit. Just a dumb situation.
AND YOUR RAVE (you have been very patient, and you deserve it). Looking forward to a nice relaxing memorial day weekend. It will be action packed, which is consistent with our lives in the last month. Tomorrow night we will be attending The Ballard of Huxley Class of 1998 10-Year Reunion. Yes, it is 2009, and technically 11 years after the fact, but what do you expect when former President Severson-Mills is tasked with planning said event? I think they just got running water in Huxley, so being only a year late on a reunion isn't so bad. On Sunday morning, we will then head to "Boji" to hang out with some friends that we have not seen for what seems like forever. We are definitely looking forward to it. UPDATE: We did not make the trip to BOJI. Jack was sick with the flu. Bummer. We were really disappointed. He is lots better this weekend. Want to reschedule for this weekend, guys?
And a shout out to our wonderful veterans. For without you, our country would not be what it is today (even when its "bad" its still the best place to be in the world); nor would I receive a day off work. Thank you!
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Whirlwind Weekend
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Our Life
Have you ever analyzed your family and laughed? Well, I did and it was hilarious. Let me explain. The John- Lindsey-and-Jack Family, while small in number, definitely falls into the category of chaotic from time to time. Some of you may have even been so lucky to have witnessed the pandemonium on occasion.
For example, one morning I woke up in our Mission, Kansas home, dressed and hit the pavement for a quick morning jog. It was likely early spring of 2006. I returned from my jog and let our dog Beatrice out to play in the backyard. My new hubby rose shortly after I returned from my jog and wanted to join me in the backyard for a few minutes before jumping in the shower. He threw on a bathrobe. Our backyard in Kansas was somewhat private, very unlike our new backyard - ahem - side yard in Des Moines, so John walking around the patio in a robe was not cause for alarm. But, closing the door behind him when he came outside was a problem because the door locked and we did not have a key. Yep, all doors LOCKED in new home, in new neighborhood, and I am the only one dressed appropriately enough to knock on someone’s door at 6:45 a.m. asking to use the phone. Now, if John would have waited for the locksmith in the backyard we wouldn’t have a story to write about. But, much to my dismay, I turn the corner from our neighbor’s house to find my husband standing in our front yard, waving to neighbors in their cars, holding our dog, in his bathrobe….chaos. Great way to introduce ourselves to the block, don’t you think?
Not convinced? Think about waking up and looking out your window to see boxer-clad John Mills putting garbage on the curb. Or pink-robed Mrs. Mills straining to control a barking dog. Or watching one John Paul Mills, IV, throwing a plate of peas onto the floor at a restaurant, shattering the plate and then watching one John Paul Mills, III, scoot the broken pieces under the table with his foot. Or driving by a car with a king-sized mattress tied to the roof. Or witnessing Mrs. Mills turn over a spreader full of fertilizer in anger in her front yard (which ended up burning a huge hole in the grass). Or coming home to a house of full of smoke after your husband surprised you with “dinner.”
Our life definitely fits into a good description of chaos, but I love it. Each and every second, even when I am tipping over the spreader attempting to show my husband how mad I am, not realizing how hard I will laugh at myself later. I love it and wouldn’t trade my life for the world.
My only fear: what will Jack tell his second-grade teacher about his mommy and daddy?
For example, one morning I woke up in our Mission, Kansas home, dressed and hit the pavement for a quick morning jog. It was likely early spring of 2006. I returned from my jog and let our dog Beatrice out to play in the backyard. My new hubby rose shortly after I returned from my jog and wanted to join me in the backyard for a few minutes before jumping in the shower. He threw on a bathrobe. Our backyard in Kansas was somewhat private, very unlike our new backyard - ahem - side yard in Des Moines, so John walking around the patio in a robe was not cause for alarm. But, closing the door behind him when he came outside was a problem because the door locked and we did not have a key. Yep, all doors LOCKED in new home, in new neighborhood, and I am the only one dressed appropriately enough to knock on someone’s door at 6:45 a.m. asking to use the phone. Now, if John would have waited for the locksmith in the backyard we wouldn’t have a story to write about. But, much to my dismay, I turn the corner from our neighbor’s house to find my husband standing in our front yard, waving to neighbors in their cars, holding our dog, in his bathrobe….chaos. Great way to introduce ourselves to the block, don’t you think?
Not convinced? Think about waking up and looking out your window to see boxer-clad John Mills putting garbage on the curb. Or pink-robed Mrs. Mills straining to control a barking dog. Or watching one John Paul Mills, IV, throwing a plate of peas onto the floor at a restaurant, shattering the plate and then watching one John Paul Mills, III, scoot the broken pieces under the table with his foot. Or driving by a car with a king-sized mattress tied to the roof. Or witnessing Mrs. Mills turn over a spreader full of fertilizer in anger in her front yard (which ended up burning a huge hole in the grass). Or coming home to a house of full of smoke after your husband surprised you with “dinner.”
Our life definitely fits into a good description of chaos, but I love it. Each and every second, even when I am tipping over the spreader attempting to show my husband how mad I am, not realizing how hard I will laugh at myself later. I love it and wouldn’t trade my life for the world.
My only fear: what will Jack tell his second-grade teacher about his mommy and daddy?
Sunday, May 10, 2009
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