sixth anniversary

October 26th, 2007

Six years ago, we were in Maui.  O Maui no ka oi.

Some “facts” about the sixth anniversary, from the un-lovely

“Traditional 6th wedding anniversary gifts have a theme of Candy, Iron and Sugar.” (Jaemon suggested molasses.)

“A contemporary or modern Sixth anniversary gift has a theme of Wood.” (What’s with their capitalization scheme?)

“The flowers associated with the Sixth anniversary are Calla lilies” (No punctuation here.  Calla lilies, genus Zantedeschia, are said to signify beauty.)

“The Gemstone list shows Amethyst and Garnet are the gems associated with this Anniversary” (I guess they ran out of periods.  Anyway, I’m not really into gems.  Interesting to note, however, that the name “amethyst” comes from two greek roots meaning “not” and “to intoxicate”, which is exactly what we will be doing on our sixth anniversary.  I mean, not getting intoxicated.  At least, I speak for me.  Maybe Jaemon has other ideas, come to think of it.  Hmm.  Garnet, on the other hand, comes from the Latin word for grain, which may bring to mind grain alcohol.  I’m not sure where I’m going with this.  I should have stopped at amethyst.)

I was really excited to have a new neighbor…

September 10th, 2007

…with a 6 year old and an 18 month old move into the Rent-to-Own house up the street that had been vacant since we moved here.  The mother seemed really nice when I first met her, too.  However, my excitement was considerably dampened when said 18 month old nearly drove their Yukon into our Highlander as we were coming home from shopping today.

 I haven’t checked the laws of the state about driving in one’s own driveway (they were coming out of theirs as I was driving up the private road to our house) but the baby was clearly *not* in a car seat — he was being aided in his driving adventure by his mother, whose lap he was riding in.  And she was not even looking both ways.  Wrong on so many levels.  I do not think I’ll be making them oatmeal cookies now.

It’s still cool…

September 4th, 2007

Even after living here for over two months, I still crane my neck to peer out the window like a gawker driving by a car accident every time I hear a sea plane preparing to take off.

*sigh*  Oops, I’m supposed to be reading a Feature Functional Specification in preparation for my next meeting.

Update: We do have a house!

August 26th, 2007

And you may look at it by looking at the previous post, although as Auntie Linda says, it is weird to look at our house with someone else’s furniture in it.

We might have a house!

June 8th, 2007

And you may look at it by pointing your browser at

We’ve had the inspection, accepted the terms, and ordered the appraisal.  Now just waiting…

 I should mention it is in Lakewood, WA, zip code 98498, home of lakes and boaters, Lakewold Gardens, and a really cool playground.

How to Prevent Screaming in Young Quakers

February 14th, 2007

I did a Google search on “infant vocalization cough”, and one of the results was this catchy title.  I had to take a look.  You know, just in case Jennalise takes after Grandpa and becomes a Quaker.  This could be a useful knowledgebase for me, says I!

The Google excerpt was even more interesting:

Quakers will, almost immediately, pick up a chronic cough if there’s a cougher in the house. Some Quakers are intolerant of infant crying and will pitch a …”

However, as it turns out, this link was relating to “Quaker Parrots”.  Not as exciting as I’d hoped.

Speaking of puns…

February 1st, 2007

Not that we were.  But I got a good laugh when I read this line from an internal communication regarding men and other unauthorized users utilizing the “Mothers’ Room” in one of the company buildings:

 “I would like to remind everyone that the Mothers’ Rooms in the building have been set aside for the expressed use for lactating mothers.”

 Hehe.  Expressed.  Hehe.

Maybe this wouldn’t seem as funny if I’d had more than one or two uninterrupted nights’ sleep in the last seven months…

Surprised and Weary

February 1st, 2007

A mom on one of the discussion groups I’ve subscribed to recently described herself as “surprised and weary” about the results of that lavender essential oil study that’s getting all the hoopla lately.

I think “surprised and weary” could describe many a new mom/parent…

(P.S.  Your spelling bee word is “gynecomastia”.)


January 31st, 2007

I don’t think I’ve ever had whole-grain bread fresh out of the oven.