The Adventures of the Pecadillos Pt 1

So once again, it's been little while since I've written. Late last night I officially ended my summer vacation. A lot has happened in these last few weeks, I will try not to bore you with all the details but their are definitely some things worth writing about!

Pec (my dear husband) and I decided that we would try to get away up to Washington before I had to go back to work and before the baby comes. Due to the amount of "day" sickness (calling it morning sickness is a BIG FAT lie) I have been experiencing, we decided to find a hotel halfway up the coast.

We found an $800 a night hotel room for $150 a night! This place looked amazing and were so excited but we were soon to discover it was discounted for a reason! The drive up to Mendocino was a story all by itself. It took several more hours than we anticipated. Mostly due to the fact that we. got. very. lost. It is way too long of a story which involves 2 hours in the woods, demon statues, fire fighters and no bathrooms. Like I said, it's a long story and it would probably bore you. The real party actually started when we got to our hotel.

In order to do the story justice, I will allow my husband (who is a far better story teller than I) to finish telling this part of the story. These are his tweets that he wrote that night and the next morning...

Driving through cow country. This part of California smells like a giant, open-air AM/PM.

The journey to our hotel was a blogpost in and of itself. After we got settled in the room, we discovered we weren't alone.

There was a bat in our room and it was flying at us like a Japanese kamikaze pilot.

I've never seen a bat before aside from at the zoo. I nearly soiled my pants.

In fact, had I not been in the bathroom when the trophy wife discovered the bat, I'm quite sure I would find myself in need of a new wardrobe.

We're at a spa by the beach in Mendocino. There are only 10 rooms and no on duty staff after 9 PM. It's very secluded. Translation: no help.

Luckily, there was a hotel masseuse that looked and talked exactly like Peter Lorre, who was on his way out the door who helped us.

He was probably 7 feet tall—no joke. He had to do the limbo to get thru our door—and he had big Carly Simon/Gary Busey teeth.

He also had a creepy Eastern European accent that woulda sounded menacing had he not been prancing away from the bat.

Then another guy showed up with a pool net that was still wet and dripping chlorine all over our room and bed.

After literally 45 minutes of me & the pool guy trying to catch the bat in the room (Peter Lorre was in the hall, hiding) we finally got it.

Literally, for 45 minutes I watched this flying rodent soar all over our room, landing on our stuff. I'm pretty sure my luggage has rabies.

To be honest, I wasn't exactly John Wayne during those 45 minutes, although I did almost shoot it numerous times.

Let's just say I'm glad there weren't too many other people around to observe my "power stance" whenever dracula flew by.

Still, at least I was in the room. Peter Lorre was out in the hall and had to be consoled by the trophy wife.

The only person tall enough to reach the bat was the same guy who was trying to hide in the hall way. Wonderful.

Anyways, after 45 minutes of trying to catch the beast that wikipedia calls a "natural reservoir for many zoonotic pathogens" we got it.

We were trying to catch it in the net (the pool guy was a hippie) but accidentally hit it with the pole and it fell to the ground, lifeless.

With that, the pool guy scooped up little Adam West (we named it) in the net and left the room to go dispose of it. He was very apologetic.

Our room has chlorine water everywhere, net marks all over the walls and ceilings, and probably more viruses than a petrie dish.

And there's no one here who can get us into another room. Fantastic.

On his way out, Peter Lorre offered us 20% off the cost of a massage at the spa. Yeah, that's gonna make it all better.

Somehow, the trophy wife was already able to fall asleep. Not me. I want to be awake when lockjaw sets in.

Well, there you have it. We were originally planning on staying two nights but after deciding that the romantic atmosphere had been squashed (quite similarly to the bat), we chose to continue on our trip...

One Year of Bliss!

I have been so excited to write this post! Exactly one year ago today, I was getting ready to marry the man of my dreams. Jona and I are currently in Washington to return to the place we got married and spent our first two nights as a married couple.

In the days leading up to our wedding, I was so nervous I could hardly eat. I so deeply felt the weight of the commitment that we were making and prayed that in the hours that remained that the Lord would miraculously make me the perfect wife.

He didn't exactly do that :) but He did bless me with a gentle and patient husband and poured His grace on our marriage. I can't imagine a better life.

I LOVE THIS MAN! I can truly say that I am so happy and beyond content to be married to him! He is a man of integrity who cherishes me and

spends his days finding ways to serve and encourage me. Even right now, as I am writing this post, he is sitting across from me on the couch massaging my feet. :)

I love you my sweet husband. I can't wait to spend 70 more years with you. Our little baby is going to have the best dad ever! Thank you for being such an example to me and for loving me even when I am so unloveable. Happy Anniversary my love!

Happy 30th Anniversary Oma & Papa!!

Yesterday was my parent's 30th Wedding Anniversary. They deserve so much more than us kids could give them. Besides my husband, they are my closest friends. Not a day goes by that I don't think of reasons why I love them and why I am so thankful that they are MY parents. I could write for hours about their Godly character qualities, but since it's their anniversary, I will choose to focus on what makes them such an incredible husband and wife to each other...

Papa-

My dad has always said that the thing that he loves most about his marriage is that mom is his best friend. This has always been so evident. They stay up every night talking for hours. My dad's goal has always been to encourage those around him to grow in their relationship with Christ. It has been incredible to watch mom grow to love God more because of dad's leadership.

One of my favorite things is watching my dad watch my mom. We always tease Mom about her long winded story telling, but I love how dad watches her and smiles when she laughs. He makes her laugh so hard and also can encourage her like no one else in the world.

My dad has freed up my mom to do the things that she loves and enjoys. He loves her heart for the Lord which I believe shows so much about his character.

Oma-

My sweet mom couldn't be a better wife to my dad. She has been a perfect example of submission to everyone that observes her. She lives her life primarily to honor Christ and secondly to serve and be a helpmate to my dad.

My mom would never tear my dad down. As a pastor's wife people often come to her to give their list of complaints about my dad, she is faithful to honor my dad and his ministry in every conversation.

My mom has taught me countless ways to love my husband and show me how to respect him. Every single day she strives to know my dad better and pray for him. If I could be half the woman my mom is my marriage would be successful.

If it isn't obvious, I love them more than words can say. My husband loves them too which has always been one of the biggest blessings to me.

Praise God for the gift of marriage and for the men and women who show us how to love each other while loving God all the more.

A Little Distraction

Well it has been a long four weeks on bed rest. That amount of time spent doing absolutely nothing hasn't created a lot of blogging ideas. But I decided I would write a quick little post to distract me from my strong desire to vomit. (I know, that's gross, but get used to it, because you are now reading the blog of a sickly pregnant woman).

Here are some random tidbits from the last four weeks....

- My husband is INCREDIBLE. There has never been a kinder, sweeter more selfless man! He serves me every way he possibly can. He has had to balance work, me and trying to fix up our condo so that its livable. I love him more right now than I ever imagined possible!

-Peanut butter crackers are da bomb! I typically am not a fan, but recently I have eaten far more than my weight in these little "nausea killers". I thank God for them every day!

-People who smoke should probably be shot. I am thankful for the sweet woman who sold her house to us, but I wish that she had never smoked. I literally lay awake at night counting the number of cigarettes that she smoked. We are very SLOWLY moving from room to room to paint and scrape the ceilings so eventually the smell will be gone.

-Extreme Makeover: Home Edition is the sweetest show ever created. I every morning I watch it and bawl like a little baby. I asked Pec if we could try to stage some kinda disaster so that we could be applicants for the show. We're working on it :)

-Taco Bell is of the devil! The first couple of weeks Taco Bell was all that I could think about. Now I literally gag every time a commercial comes on. NO BUENO!

-I have the greatest friends, in-laws, and family in the whole world! I can't tell you how my parents & Phil and Darlene have served us in this time! Darlene texts me every day offering to make a meal, or get groceries or whatever! They are awesome. My family has been here the last couple of weeks and we have had a total blast together. They are the coolest people on the planet.

Ok, I think nausea wave #87 has subsided so I'm gonna try to hit the showers. Wish me luck!

Blogging For Two!!!!

Well I have the best excuse for my blog neglect! We are happy to announce that we are 7.5 weeks pregnant! We never expected to be pregnant after just ten months of marriage but we are so excited!

If you know me, you know that nothing really goes easily and everything must include some amount of drama! The way we found out about our new little baby most definitely lives up to my reputation.

It was the last week of school for me. I was supposed to work all day long and attend 4 graduation ceremonies that week. We also were two days away from closing escrow on our condo and I had only packed about 2% of our apartment.

On Tuesday, May 26th, Pec got REALLY sick. He had such a bad flu that he could barely even formulate sentences. He had a 103 degree temperature and was in the process of coughing up all of his internal organs.

I was running from school to home to try to take care of him and pack our house and practice for the graduation ceremonies that I was playing for. On one trip home I stopped by the drugstore to pick up some Gatorade for him. As I was strolling through the aisles I happened to walk by the pregnancy test section.

I thought to myself, "I'm pretty sure in one of Pec's extreme moments of boredom, he used up my last pregnancy test so I might as well pick up a few more"

So I did. I made it home in time to find Pec moaning and writhing on the living room floor. So I got him situated with his soup and Gatorade and decided I might as well take a test.

I must interject that we were not planning on getting pregnant any time soon. As a matter of fact there were several of reasons why we shouldn't have been able to get pregnant, but that's what makes it such a beautiful miracle from the Lord.

I took the test and left it on the bathroom sink since it takes a while. I continued helping Pec and I started packing and soon had forgotten all about the test. I eventually had to go back into the bathroom for something when I remembered the pee stick :)

I was just about to throw it away when I looked at it and saw the two little lines! I think I passed out for a couple minutes, came to, passed out again and decided it was time to tell Sicky (Pec).

I was bawling my eyes out and waving the stick around as I tried to communicate to my dear husband that he was now a father. He coughed out "Really? Really? What? How? Really?"

We spent the next couple of days in total shock then things actually got a little scary.

Four days after we found out we were pregnant, we learned that there was a good possibility that I was losing the baby. We prayed together harder than we've ever prayed and asked that the Lord give us peace if He chose to take our baby home. It took about two and a half weeks before the Dr. gave us the "looks good" sign. And now, even though I'm on bed rest and have morning/afternoon/night sickness we are feeling hopeful about baby!

We are learning to hold this baby loosely and to trust God with this pregnancy. We are celebrating the sweet gift that the God has given us and are so excited about entering this next stage of life!!!

YAY!!!!

Walk Off the Pounds!

I'll be honest, I have never in my life completed a workout video. Its not necessarily because I'm lazy (although I am), its because I have never seen one that isn't ridiculous.

I have tried a few...

1. Cindy Crawford- I always felt awkward because there is no way that working out in a swimsuit could be comfortable. She just irritated me.

2. Taebo- You have got to be kidding me. There is no way I could ever kick that high not to mention all of his back up women look like men. I may have been crazy, but I was pretty sure I saw him training this poor lady by my apartment the other day. She was carrying two tires. I drove away as quickly as possible in fear that he might make me carry my car the rest of the way home.

3. Jillian Michaels- I actually ordered these, and they accidentally sent me two sets, but I'm pretty sure that Jillian told them to because she could sense how incredibly out of shape I was. Anyway, I tried it (at least a couple of minutes) but she would tell me to do something then break into hysterical laughter. No thanks, I'll stick with the love handles. 

4. Yoga- Sure, I love resting the arch of my foot on the small of my back. Lets just say the "praying locust" position and I didn't get along to well. How is that supposed to be a workout anyway? It just looks like she's trying her hardest to cut off the blood flow to her brain.

Ok, so I may have exaggerated a little when I told you that I had tried all of these. What I really meant is that I put on my work out clothes and tennis shoes, I put the DVD in, then I sit down and watch it. They always move too fast and I just end up looking like a retarded break dancer on crack.

 I don't ever really do any of the exercises, I just think about how stupid I would look if I tried. Then I turn off the DVD and change back into my normal clothes. I always feel quite accomplished when I'm through. I think it's because, in my mind, I really did workout.

Well, all that changed tonight. I recently (ok six or seven months ago) purchased an exercise video entitled "Walk Off the Pounds". Two things caught my attention.... 

The word "walk" & the instructor's eyebrows (they're huge!)

I decided, if bushy eyebrow lady could do it, so could I! I actually completed an entire session, and no I didn't just watch, I participated! The great thing about it is that you don't have to run, squat, kick above your ears or anything like that. You just have to walk. For the most part it was great!

There are a couple of weird things about it such as...

1. Her back up aerobics people won't shut up. They talk the entire time. Every once in a while the instructor will say, "ok ladies, how ya doin?" which then would be a perfect time for a quick "good" or "great" but instead its, "I just had a baby... keeps me up at night... my uncle has diabetes... I need to get rid of this flabby bottom... I have a major in psychology...." I'm not joking, they won't stop talking and its about the most random things.

2. I mentioned that she addresses them as "ladies". That would normally make sense except for the fact that there is one old man in the back. They never talk to him and he never talks back. Its like he just snuck on to the set and they don't know he's there.

3. Another weird thing to add to that is that the girls are all wearing a different outfit every work out, not gramps! He wears the same black pants and grey shirt.

4. Her eyebrows. They are the true star of the video. They probably even have their own agent. I sometimes misstep just because I can't stop staring at them.

Anyway, Grandpa aside, I really like this work out video! I'll let you know if anything happens to my love handles or the lady with the caterpillars on her forehead.

How Cute is This?

So, there is another post coming soon, but in the meantime, I found this on my friend Leanna's blog. How cute is this! Stick with it till the end to hear what she says.

I tried to look up more videos of her on youtube, but apparently she grew into a bit of a drama queen and the other videos just gave me dumb-chills. I guess we all have to stop being cute at some time in our lives. I'm still waiting for it to happen to me ;)