Monday, June 27, 2011

A simple equation.

My parents have had a stressful year. In case you didn't know, my mom played dead at the beginning of this year.

That. Plus:

  • Death of mother/mother-in-law
  • Downstairs water damage (from interior fire sprinkler malfunction)
  • A dozen broken windows (due to hailstorm)
  • Severe roof damage (from later tornado)
  • Prematurely torn off roof (from roofers who eagerly started ripping up the roof of the wrong house and then didn't have the supplies to re-roof)
  • Upstairs water damage to carpet, attic, things inside attic, bedrooms (due to storm occurring after roof had been ripped up by roofers and then insufficiently waterproofed)

Monday, June 20, 2011

as close as we get.

They aren't perfect. But we can all agree that they are a drastic improvement over this.

Monday, June 13, 2011

Business Vacation Part Two.

Ugh. I hate writing travel logs. And you probably hate reading them. But here it is anyway.

We loved Maryland's dense trees. I had forgotten how woodsy the east coast can be. Man, I can't believe I live in the desert.

Brad parallel parked on Pennsylvania Avenue.

We went to the Museum of Natural History.

What a pretty building.

We even got a picture together in front of the Archives building (I think) which we did not go inside. Which I still feel sad about.

We became masters of parking signs. Yeeha.

We went on a free walking tour of the National Mall which was totally awesome. Our guide was hilarious.

In the middle of our tour of the WWII memorial, it started to pour.

And thunderstorm. The lightening was gorgeous.

This is at the Vietnam memorial. Brad and I had the privilege of visiting the Friday prior to Memorial Day weekend, so we toured the war memorials alongside veterans--hundreds of them bikers who planned on parading down the street that Monday. It was pretty amazing to be there with them.

Lincoln. Amazing president. And lightening sure made the memorial dramatic.

Weston. Crawling before the Gettysburg address.

The end.

Go to DC.

Sunday, June 12, 2011


The words to "Hey Soul Sister" by Train as sung by Grace and Claire:

"See saw, sister. How about a blister on the radio, stereo, how about a blister, yo?"

We are so ready for "Don't Forget the Lyrics," friends.

Saturday, June 11, 2011

Here's a tip.

If you decide at some point during the day that you having a nap is necessary to the emotional and physical well-being of your entire family, I recommend that you hide your phone.

Otherwise, you may wake up to discover that your children have called half of the contacts in your phone including your entire family and in-laws, and have informed all of them that you have been sleeping for 45 minutes and "will sleep prolly for 70 more minutes." They will also have mentioned a few of the naughty activities they are engaging in including shoveling handfuls of salt into their mouths, among other things.

I'm just saying: take your phone with you.

Sleep on it.

Thursday, June 2, 2011

A business vacation. Part 1.

Last week Brad's company sent him to Maryland for some training. And they let me go too!! My wonderful brother and sister-in-law came to watch Grace and Claire, and we took Weston (since, as I have mentioned, he won't eat anything yet).

We rented a Prius. Brad insisted. Seriously. I should have taken a picture of him in that little car. Hilarious. But it was worth it. We got 41 miles to the gallon. That includes three hours of me sitting in the running car with the A/C on waiting for Brad to get out of class. Amazing. I want one.

During Brad's first day of class, I explored Baltimore. Just me and Weston. I wanted to see the National Aquarium in Baltimore because I had been to it as a kid and remembered loving it. It was great. My favorite part was the dolphins. They are awesome.

Then Wes and I toured the USS Torsk, a submarine used during WWII. My great uncle was the only casualty on the ship. He drowned when the ship submerged beneath him in training. Someone had failed to sound the diving alarm. Here is Wes in front of the sub.

Then, I went to find a Wells Fargo to pull out some cash to pay for parking. I walked a mile. Uphill. In a lot of humidity, pushing a stroller. And apparently I was in the ghetto because when I stopped at a drugstore, I found the deodorant locked up for "security purposes."


Ah. How I love my camera phone.


Anyway, eventually I found a bank, navigated stair obstacles with the stroller, and pulled out a grand total of ten bucks to pay for parking.

On the hike back to inner harbor, I realized that my phone was dying. This was bad because I needed it to navigate my way back to the hotel. Luckily, I had seen a Best Buy sign. I thought I would go in to buy a car charger. The thing about city stores is that they are not on the ground floor. It took me a while to figure out where the Best Buy was in the building and how to get up to it. Because I am a country mouse. I am not a city soul. I know. You're shocked.

Anyway, I found an elevator (which smelled like a urinal) and bought the car charger, had someone take a pic of me and Wes in front of inner harbor:

and then I headed back to inner harbor to pay my 9 dollars for parking. Unfortunately I was apparently a few minutes late for the whole day/9 dollar deal (the attendant had a thick Hispanic accent and I still don't understand what I did wrong), and now I owed 22 bucks. Which I didn't have. I would have to repark the car, hike back to the bank, withdraw more cash... I must have looked really flustered in my effort to figure out what to do. And then Weston chose that precise moment to start screaming his head off for the first time on the trip. And the parking attendant had mercy on me and let me go.

I still feel guilty.

I used my newly charged phone to find my way back to Columbia. I waited for Brad to get out of his class, and then we drove to DC for dinner at Fogo de Ciao.

I'm not big on meat, but this place is amazing. I mostly eat from the salad bar and the never ending cheesebread, polenta, and fried bananas. Yum. And the service is nothing short of incredible. Seriously. My water glass never got less than half full, and when we took the last cheesebread from the basket, someone would appear out of nowhere and replace the empty basket with a full one.

See. That is me very happy about the cheesebread. My tightening jeans are making my tummy not so happy.

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Tit for Tat

Today is my anniversary. Seven happy years. This is also the third year in a row that both Brad and I have completely forgotten. My sister, Brittany, reminded me by text this morning. And then she got all high and mighty about it and wrote this on her blog:

"Happy June, everybody. Can't believe it's June already. If any of you know my sister, Elise, feel free to wish her a Happy Anniversary today since she forgot. It's the 3rd year in a row she's forgotten and my texts have reminded her. Poor poor Brad."

This is not the only time Brittany has publicly outed me. Last year, she announced my pregnancy on my. Own. Blog.

Now I get to out her.

On the 26th, Brittany promised to announce the result of her ultrasound. But she didn't. Because she was nervous. So I will.

Brittany is expecting girl TWINS this October.

Isn't that CRAZY COOL?!

(PS. I am not actually that mean. I asked Brittany's permission. Well. I warned her I was going to do it. She didn't object. Not that loudly anyway.)