....strikes again.

Yesterday (Sunday), me and Kevin made brownies to take to his mom's for dinner. So we left and had to run past Katie's first to get some maternity dresses. So we put the brownie pan on the dashboard up so far on the driver's side and we went in. We were in there for all of about 2 minutes... maybe... and Kevin is all I am going to go check on the dogs (who were in the car). We he opened up the front door of Katie's house he is all "She is on the dashboard!!!" So he goes out there and this is what we find. Roxi had eaten a good chunk out of the brownies. It was so hard not to laugh, but at the same time we were furious with her. Anyway, so I told her that she better get a big tummyache because those are my most favorite brownies in the world. So we finally got to Gwen's house and as soon as we walked in the front door and were telling them the story, I looked down to see Roxi all hunched up POOPING!! So I yelled at her to get outside now, as she pooped again along the way and then did more outside. Errrr, this dog is the one that they couldn't believe that we had in puppy obedience school because she was such an angel. Well her little horns are starting to come through now that she is almost one. But I just have to keep telling myself that it was only her 3rd accident in a house since we got her in July. Anyway, I did learn my lesson though and I am not going to wish a tummyache on her again. Oh and this whole time my little Kodi is just sitting there looking at me like "I am a good dog huh mom" But he had his share of "issues" to, but at least he is almost 2 and out of that stage.

Cute little Roxi......

So for Valentine's Day Kevin bought me some roses, and I decided to dry them because I have a vase full already from my friend's funerals in High School, and then the ones that Kevin has bought me over the years. Anyway, I hung them from the fan in our room since I didn't know where else to hang them. So on Saturday, I could see my little Roxi sitting on my bed and I snuck down the hall to look and this is what I saw. She was trying so hard to get those darn flowers! (She is our little destructive one). She didn't even hear me and so I ran to get my camera to catch her in action and I was laughing so hard! She is quite the little character, but oh so fun.

AND THE SURVEY SAYS..................

IT'S A GIRL!!!! So to all of you who thought it was a boy.... man were you wrong! Anyway, we went to the Perinatal Doctor today and he said that everything looks great. He tested for Downs Syndrome and it is a negative and then I had some blood work done and I have to get more drawn in 2 weeks and then I find out a week after that if it is all good also. Anyway, so here is our little girl and if you can't tell she is waving to all of you!

Be prepared

So I ran on to this story and it is amazing. Me and Kevin are going to see a perinatal doctor on Wednesday to see if there are any deformities in our baby so far. We are a little scared to be going, but after I ran onto this story (and bawled my eyes out) I am having faith. As my title says "Be Prepared", that is just what me and Kevin are doing. We are prepared for the worst. We have talked about all the possibilities that could happen to both baby and me and we have prepared. Our wonderful Dr Hartman told us a lot of things that could happen and that helped. He didn't beat around the bush. He was straight forward with me and that is all we wanted. I have done so well these past couple of years with my health (thanks to Kevin) and we are trying to be optimistic about things. We will love this little person growing inside of me no matter what. And if for some odd reason I don't make it through the labor (sorry not trying to me morbid, but truthful) then we will still have the outcome that we wanted.... a baby of our own. Anyway enjoy the story!


The picture is that of a 21-week-old unborn baby named Samuel Alexander Armas, who is being operated on by surgeon named Joseph Bruner. The baby was diagnosed with spina bifida and would not survive if removed from his mother's womb. Little Samuel's mother, Julie Armas, is an obstetrics nurse in Atlanta . She knew of Dr. Bruner's remarkable Surgical procedure. Practicing at Vanderbilt University Medical Center in Nashville, he performs these special operations while the baby is still in the womb.During the procedure, the doctor removes the uterus via C-section and makes a small incision to operate on the baby. As Dr.Bruner completed the surgery on Samuel, the little guy reached his tiny, but fully developed Hand through the incision and firmly grasped the surgeon's finger. Dr.Bruner was reported as saying that when his finger was grasped, it was the most emotional moment of his life, and that for an instant during the procedure he was just frozen, totally immobile. The photograph captures this amazing event with perfect clarity. The editors titled the picture, 'Hand of Hope.' The text explaining the picture begins, 'The tiny hand of 21-week- old fetus Samuel Alexander Armas emerges from the mother's uterus to grasp the finger of Dr. Joseph Bruner as if thanking the doctor for the gift of life.' Little Samuel's mother said they 'wept for days' when they saw the picture. She said, 'The photo reminds us pregnancy isn't about disability or an illness, it's about a little person.' Samuel was born in perfect health, the operation 100 percent successful.

YOU'RE ALL FIRED

THANKS TO MY DEAR FRIEND MR. DONALD TRUMP AND THE CELEBRITY APPRENTICE... WHOEVER HAS BEEN VOTING FOR BOYS IN MY POLL...... YOU'RE FIRED! WE CAN NO LONGER BE FRIENDS. I AM SORRY TO HAVE TO DO THIS TO YOU. I THOUGHT THAT MAYBE YOU WOULD BE ON MY SIDE. BUT SINCE MOST OF YOU HAVE BOYS, (EXCEPT KATIE AND JARED WHO ARE THE WISE ONES) WHY CURSE ME WITH THEM ALSO?? SO IN THE WORDS OF MAND'E....... YOU'RE DED TO ME, D.E.D. DED.

My Valentine

Well a lot of you are posting blogs about your hubby's.... so I thought I would jump on the wagon too. I woke up this morning and on my bed was a dozen roses and in the corner was balloon tied to a bag with a gorilla inside. For those of you who don't know, I am a sucker for stuffed animals. We don't usually do Valentine's gifts, but it was fun to wake up to that. I love you so much Kevin. Even though most of the time I am a "woman" (a little inside joke between me and Kevin). I cherish everyday that I have with you. We both know that I wouldn't be around much longer if it hadn't of been for you whipping me into shape. I am eternally grateful that you have helped me change my life and that will have a few more years together here on earth. I can't wait for this little person (we both know its a girl, you can admit it now) to come and be a part of our lives. I see how you are with Kestin, Wyatt, Tyson, Kenton, Kenzie and even little Kaitlyn and know that you are going to be an awesome BIG BROTHER! cause we both know you aren't a grown up yet! Anyway bay-bee I love you and I thank Heavenly Father every day for leading us to each other. We have both been to "Australia" and back in our lives and now we are finally on our way to "Ireland".... together. Oh and one more thing.......... I HATE YOUR FACE!

Home at last!!!!

So we are home at last, well we have actually been here two weeks but it has taken us that long to get the internet and that long for me not to be quite so bitter at U-Haul. So I will recap the looooong trip north so you can all give us sympathy.
Well we pick up the U-Haul on Friday the 18th and first off the guy tells us that it is an old truck so if we don't want to use it, then call 1-800-go-uhaul and they can get us a new truck. RED FLAG #1! So we leave and have to drive approximately 12 blocks to our house. It is suppose to have 1/4 tank of gas and as soon as Kevin starts driving.... it goes below empty. RED FLAG #2! So we call and they just tell us to go put some more gas in it. Anyway, so then Saturday morning comes around and it is leaking antifreeze... come on now, give us a freakin break. So we get all packed up and get ready to head off. Our caravan pulls out of the driveway at 1:00 p.m. Sweet we wille be home by 6:00 at the latest. So off we go. Me and Kevin in our cars take off ahead of my dad and sister in the truck and her car so that we can say bye to Lorris and Robyn before they hit Cedar, since that was meeting place #1. So we are standing at Lorris and Robyn's house and my dad calls me and tells me that he has no power and is off the side of the road. RED FLAG #3 (He was only 40 miles out of St. George.) So he says that he is going to try it again. So he finally makes it to Cedar which is mile marker 62 where we pulled off. Um by this time... it is almost 3:00. RED FLAG #4! So we hurry and eat some grub so that we can get back on the road. So we take off and only a few miles later we are all off in the emergency lane doing 5 miles an hour!!! What the crap, but hey we did get good gas mileage. So we drive this slow for quite a while until dad feels that he can try the truck again. So off we go..... not for long. We finally made it to mile marker 92 and had absolutely no power what so ever. So Kevin gets on the horn with the tow truck and he is in Page, Arizona! He said that it is going to take him about 2 1/2 hours to reach us. So what where we suppose to do in the meantime?? We are on the side of the road, 17 miles from Beaver with 2 dogs, 4 sugargliders, a pregnant ME, my sister, hubby and my poor dad who had to drive the crappy truck. So me and Raelyn drove to Beaver to use the much needed toilet. We come back to dad and Kevin and just sit and wait. Um, by the way we had left St George 7 hours ago! So the tow truck comes and tells my dad to just gun it and if he starts to break down again that he will just push him into Beaver. So we get to Beaver and he is working on the truck and found that there is water in the fuel filter, so he fixes it and sends us on our way. PHEW! Some relief! So we get all cocky about finally getting the truck to go the speed limit and BAM!!! It breaks down again at mile marker 159.... I have had it!! So we call the two truck and he tells us to just leave it in Meadow and he will haul it to Salt Lake tomorrow. In my mind I am thinking just put a bomb under the truck. I have insurance on it and nothing is that valuable inside. So we finally arrived in Hooper at Midnight, 6 hours after the time that it should have been.
So long story short. When we finally got our truck on MONDAY- there was a big snow storm. The U-Haul got stuck twice in the snow, same with my brother's truck, other brother's jeep and the truck that Kevin had borrowed from his brother-in-law. None of this would have happened had we had a decent truck. So then we try to call U-Haul about getting our money back and no one wants to take the blame. So after talking to someone where we dropped the truck off he reimbursed us $200! That's it! We paid that in gas alone to drive 112 miles. I was so pissed. So U-Haul made $600 off us driving 112 miles in 7 hours and another 40 some odd miles 2 hours after that. So I am going to get Gephardt on channel 2 and see if something can be done about my money because it is bull and now I am mad about the whole situation again.
*OH and the real reason that the truck didn't work, was because of the fuel pump which they had to replace in Salt Lake. MY ADVICE TO ALL OF YOU- DON'T EVER USE U-HAUL.... THEY HAVE LOST MY RESPECT AND MY BUSINESS FOEVER-