Pi Day Wedding

Lisa and I traveled to DC on March 14 (3.14...pi day...get it nerds? I know you do!!). So here is Jeana and Lisa unpacking the bouquets. Jeana made these awesome Chinese knots and then we had orchids. Very cool.

Here is Todd and Tracy (officiating the ceremony) and Todd's parents. We were on an outdoor porch of Todd's Uncle's house (right?) in Columbia, Maryland. That arbor has pi symbols on it.

We were going to take Jeana out for the normal bacholorette sort of thing, but we just wound up at our hotel (which was near her house), since it took over 2 hours to drive (round-trip) to Columbia for the rehearsal and the dinner. We were all wiped out and just had drinks in the hotel bar. Oddly enough, I have no more pictures of the ceremony or the day after. I'll have to wait on Jeana to get them from her cousin so I can post some of them. Needless to say, it was beautiful and the food was really good. I didn't know vegan cake could taste so good :) My favorite quote of the weekend though was when Todd's dad was making a nice toast, and celebrating the fact that the Starbuck family was celebrating their 300th-something year in this country (what is it with people from Virginia?!?!), Emily Dial-Driver leans over and says "Yeah, well, our people met his people at the boat." Score on for the bride's family!!

There are so many things I'd like to say about this piece. It was at the uncle's house, in the bedroom where the wedding party was getting ready. She said she got it in Thailand. I really want to talk about the message this sends of subjugating the brown people, but I'll just leave it alone. John Milo, did you want one of these? :)

And one more obnoxious picture! After the wedding, Lisa and I figured it was the best time for us to try to head into DC and see some sights, since she had never been there. So we just randomly started driving south on a road. Seriously, it went down like this.

Jeana's awesome friend Yvette: "yeah, just head down highway (some number), you won't hit any traffic circles, it will take you to K street"

Me to Lisa: "Remember those numbers", which I knew was a bad call, half the time I think Lisa forgets my name. But she came up with some odd pneumonic for the route, and off we went.

So we're driving, and we hit a traffic circle.

Lisa: "Shit! She specifically said no traffic circles."

We successfully negotiated it anyway, and drove on for another 30 minutes. We top a hill and see the Washington Monument (my favorite). We proceed to drive towards it for awhile, and then our road dead-ends.

Lisa: "Isn't that the White House?"

Me: "Noooo...I didn't think you could drive this close to it. We're lost! I have no idea where to go!"...at which point Lisa points to the sign that says "White House", and we park only one block away. Nice navigating! We also decided we would never go anywhere with our husbands again, as that last hour of not knowing where we were and just driving would have resulted in numerous marital skirmishes of epic proportions.

This monument was on our walk to the white house. Lisa's comment: "Hahaha...looks like the founding fathers were gay for each other". Really, look at that crotch grab! So we decided us visiting DC together when we are 30 would yeild similar intellectual insights as if we had come in Junior High.

Lisa didn't bring anything to change into from the wedding, since we sort of called an audible by driving into the city. She had this big black wool funeral shawl on, and her pashmina. She looked like an ambassador's wife (or an ambassador I guess). So we reveled in our love of Tom Clancy as we (really, just her) walked around looking like we (she) belonged in DC.

Lisa playing batman at the base of the monument. Also, I'm pretty sure she aligned that pic of me on purpose. Shit that thing is pointy coming out of my head! 

We had tapas for dinner that night. You can't see it here, but we have two tables full of food. I refuse to comment further. Except that it was really really good.

Flying back into Oklahoma. Home sweet home.

Mama Mia!

Just chillin' at Uncle Vinny's with Lily, waiting for my garlic knots!!

The Croup

Poor little dude woke up yesterday sounding like Barry White. He had this deep little voice and sad "barking cough". We went to the hospital, and he has croup! This poor kid, he has so many breathing problems! He is getting better, and was much better after his super-charged steroidal breathing treatment. It was different than our nebulizer at home, this one didn't have a mask, and it looked like he was smoking at a hooka bar, it was actually pretty hilarious, mostly because he was also having such a good time with all the nurses laughing at him. It started to go south though when we had to get another round of x-rays (he's had more x-rays in his little life since I have, and I'm pretty klutzy), which he didn't like at all. But then we sat around and he had a nap, and was much better. So we're home, he's snoring away beside me right now with his new snoodle from Aunt Val (he loves it!). I'm pretty sure I brought this crap home from work, since that place is always making me sick. Yup. Here's a pic of us-and chicken!-chilling at the hospital, he was in a great mood the whole time, so it wasn't too bad. Hopefully he will get over all of this soon and not wind up with asthma. My doc said little kids average over 12 infections in the first year, so I guess we're on par for that!

First Day of Spring?!

So Erin yelled at me to update this, and since its snowing out, I figured I'd sit down and post some pics! Did I mention it was 75 degrees here yesterday, with thunderstorms..and it's snowing right now?! Ah well, Oklahoma in the springtime I guess!

Blue Steel

Did I say I hated avacado? Just kidding!

Dude. Totally.

I take after Mitsy!

Pbbbfftt!!!

Muddy Superbowl Sunday

Yeah, I'm a dude. Turn on the game. Go Colts!
And I can basically sit up all by myself. Enough with the pictures, give me more toys!!

It's been snowing and raining...a lot...here. Thank you El Nino (that's spanish for "The Nino"). Anyway, it's been really wet and cold, and John hasn't had much of a chance to work on the shop, so it was not raining this morning, and he decided to get out there and do some work before it started precipitating again. Well, because he is lazy, he wanted to move his truck (loaded with plywood for the roof) just *a little* closer to his work area. So the truck slides in the mud a little, and he thinks (erroneously) that "I'll just drive a little further down the yard and turn around". Yeah, so he got the truck stuck. Reaaaaallllly stuck. And being John, he can't let anything go, he stews about it all day, and keeps going out there to get it out. It was buried up to the axles! But he did finally get it out, just in time for the game to start. I went out to turn the compost pile and investigate the damage (that's the reason for the pitchfork). Those ruts are about 18 inches deep. The good news...no need to buy a tiller for a garden, it's already taken care of!

Lola surveying the damage. Shockingly, she was the little lady and walked *around* the mud piles. Mitsy however ran through there at full speed. You could hear the "slorping" sound of her paws as she was running. She had an unfortunate encounter with the hose afterward.

The aftermath. The inside of the truck was nearly as dirty as the outside. I took the time to grab a beer and the video camera, but I got out there too late, he already had it unstuck. Damnit. (Lisa: John says that maybe if you had a 4x4 Jeep, then you could have this much fun too. Ha!)

On Saturday JM and I went to the boat show in Tulsa, a Myers family tradition. He had a great time and was all smiles all day long.

Here is Scott telling a story that Mark, Dad, and even JM are enraptured in. I think it had something to do with beer bottles and tiki torches.

No ladies, sorry, Kendall isn't available anymore.

Dava and John Milo and I. She had him cracking up laughing, it was pretty adorable. Yes, that's Mark in the background, no doubt he is intexticated.

The whole gang! Plus Jimmy Dear. He was basically a surrogate brother anyway. Like I needed someone else to beat the ever-living shit out of me! He did a pretty good job on both accounts :)

Ice Storm!

Okay, so I've already been mocked by my Iowa friends for my "blizzard" post (you know who you are:) ), but the last two days we had a good ol' oklahoma ice storm, and then 8inches of snow on top of that. But you know, ice is bad, and I feel that most of you northerners don't realize we how bad we have it down here! So I'm a dork, and I used my little rock scale to measure some ice. I'll spare you *all* the pics I took, here are some of the better ones. Each division is 1 cm, so most of the ice I measured was between 1-2 cm thick. It took about an hour this morning to get all the ice off of my car. Ridiculous! The pups don't like the ice quite as much as they like the snow. Which I'm sure has nothing to do with the fact that I haven't clipped their toenails in two months and they slide everywhere. That big dirt pile we have in the backyard, I coaxed them up there, only to watch Mitsy slide down the side of it, legs akimbo, and scrape the snow off of it with her body. Hilarious to me, not so much to the girls. Here is Lola, begging me to leave them alone and not make them do stupid things like climb up on ice piles. Also, just to further set the mood, they have been forecasting this storm for a week or so. We had plenty of time get prepared. So John and I discussed possibly getting a generator in case the power went off, since we don't have a fireplace anymore. Well, the local home despot store doubled the price of their generators! Spread the word, never shop there, because that was price gouging at its worst!! Seriously, they had generators for around $300, and that afternoon before the storm, they had doubled to over $700. Nice. So instead of buying a generator, I bought some yaktrax for my boots. It was a much cheaper investment, and vastly improved my ability to not fall on my face. They did not keep us warm as a generator might have, but we took our chances and luckily did not lose power.

This picture I thought was pretty awesome. It is a little bush/tree in our front yard (maybe an inch in diameter branches). It was windy, and the wind caused those weird rings of cracks all up and down it. The wind whipping through the ice covered trees was the weirdest creaking sound ever. It's really sad since we lost a lot of trees in the 2007 ice storm. I'm pretty sure we will not have anymore trees in Oklahoma after this winter.

I also noticed that the dogs were constantly digging at the ground, and I realized that they were eating the ice covered grass. So here I am feeding them icicles. They love them, and oh so cheap compared to their other high dollar treats!

Here's the shop. These pics are just to prove that John got the rest of the rafters up. Sorry no sheeting yet Bill, I refused to let him on the ladder in the ice.

My parents spent the week with us. JM had shots on Monday, and he always gets cranky and fevery, so my parents thank god came down to watch him! They decided to stay through the storm since our daycare was closing early on Thursday. We played *a lot* of pitch. We figured we'd start the kiddo out early on the gambling. Clakity clak, bitches!

Here's some more JM, because that is why I know you are visiting this site. Seriously, is that Damien on the left there? Does anyone want this demon child before he grows up into Satan and takes over the world? Oh wait, ducky!! Nevermind on that unholy demon spawn stuff (for now)!

Uncle Will stopped by to hang with John Milo (and to a lesser extent us)! He's moving to Phoenix...I think the high temp there was in the 70s today...nice. At least until July, and then 105 degrees in the shade...no thank you! We had a great time, despite JM's teething crankiness. Hopefully will be traveling out there a lot to see Uncle Will and go do exciting camping and hiking in beautiful northern AZ along the way!

I flung poo!

Okay, so I know that everyone probably goes through this, well, at least all moms do, but it was pretty funny. Since we just recently started giving JM solid foods, he obviously has just started with some solid poops. So I was changing him one night, maybe an hour after his dinner and there was a little poo. Okay, no biggie, so I had his diaper half off, and his little legs up in the air. I hand the diaper to John to put the poo in the toilet (we're using cloth diapers), and John starts to freak out and gag, even though he knew this is what we were getting into! So John is gagging behind me, and I'm laughing really hard with JM's little legs stuck in the air. All of a sudden I feel something wet on my hand and so I scream (yes, this is not a joke. I'm not proud of it either) and fling my hand into the air. Somehow JM had shot a solid poo out about 6 inches out. If you remember from the last sentence, I said I flung my hand. With the poo on it. Onto the floor. Where Lola was waiting patiently. So now John is gagging to the point of barfing, Lola is extremely excited because, well, poo is yummy! And I'm laughing so hard I can't handle it. John Milo is laughing too, and I spent the evening cleaning poo from the surfaces and keeping Lola out of the room. Ahhh...mommyhood!

Enjoy the unrelated pics below of Bill (John's Dad) and the new shop. The new shop is much farther along now, more pics later. Oh yeah, there's a pic of the poo-eater too :)