Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Monday, December 22, 2008
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Please note the red truck in the pics below. As soon as I got Wilson's jacket on he started frantically looking for "the red truck that Stella gave for my birthday when I was 3". Apparently this is the Official Truck of Snow Days (click and take a look at the 4th picture in the first series)! How did he remember that!?
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Thursday, December 04, 2008
***Update*** A friend has let me know that her computer crashed due to the same virus and that Microsoft was actually quite helpful (and free) in getting her computer back up and running. The number she called was 866-727-2338. Thanks, Emily!
If anyone is looking for a last minute stocking stuffer for yours truly, I hear Scarlet Letters are one size fits all and very reasonably priced.
Oh, this is so embarrassing. I got a virus. And not even a cool, I've been rubbing elbows with big important people kind of a virus. It was more of standing on the corner in the shady part of town kind of a virus.
You see, a friend's facebook page got hacked. He in turn began sending messages he didn't realize he was sending to all of his friends. I got it, thought, well, it could be a real video of his- maybe of his baby girl. I attempted to open the link. I should have stopped there, but when it said, "you need to update your version of the player" did I question it? Nope, I went right along with it. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?! I KNOW BETTER! I'm the wife of a computer engineer, I know what goes around (heck, he probably makes up half the stuff- just kidding), I know not to click on links that haven't been stamped with the proper authority's approval. I can't believe I fell for something that travels around dirty little internet cafes- if I get hacked I want it to be from the NSA, the CIA, the FBI and the rest of the alphabet gang! Fortunately, I have good virus protection software that caught it quickly before any damage was done. It's now "in the vault". I don't know where the vault is (perhaps next to Al Gore's "lock box"?). If you see the vault, let the keeper know not to unlock the door- there's some nasty stuff inside.
What have I learned from this? Nothing that wasn't preached to me as entered the peer pressure stage of life. "Be careful who you choose as friends", "Being the girl with lots of 'friends' is really not who you want to be", "You don't have to (you SHOULDN'T) accept every invitation offered", yadda, yadda, yadda. The person that I got it from is actually a friend- not just a facebook, okay I won't be rude and ignore your request, kind of a friend. But it does make me think about how many people are let into your life by this "networking tool". Not that any of your actual friends would want to harm you- but acquaintances of theirs might. I actually got one more email in regard to the uncouth message that is now coming from my account and saw the list of people it was sent to out of my "friends". I am so embarrassed- because a lot of them were the "oh haven't seen you in years, yeah, lets reconnect over some facebook" kind of friends, most of whom I won't talk to until the next high school reunion and their last contact with me will be "check out my video on the internet". I have no way of personally contacting these people to warn them. Maybe I should have been a little more judicious about who I accepted as a friend- for my sake and for their's. Who of us REALLY has 647 friends? The one thing I did right in this whole thing was to be leery of the "let's link all our relatives together" widget. I'm sorry if any of you have been surly that I didn't accept your request to link the far twigs of our family trees together, but aren't you glad now that the nuts on mine can't get to the nuts on yours?!
So, I'm scanning the hard drive before backing up the rest of the year's pictures just in case there was some viral seepage out of the vault. I'll then clean out the disk drive and coat the keyboard in Purell- it kills 99.9% of all viruses, you know!
Note to all my Facebook friends:
I'm discontinuing my Facebook usage. I have to say I'm not all that disappointed. I haven't been checking it that regularly and when I do it turns into a huge time suck. If you're also a Blog friend- yea!! We can keep in touch here. If you happen to know anyone that was an FB "friend" of mine that doesn't check the blog- PLEASE warn them for me- you'll be a REAL friend if you do (not the kind that gets put in "quotes")
To everyone else:
If you need to network with me here's how-
Update on the family or our squirrels? Click here
Need a painting? Click here
Wanna call me? Don't have my phone number? Search for me here (incidentally- our last name is Ethridge- only 2 "E's" and the address that comes up with our listing is our old address- if you're a stalker, please leave the new owners alone- it's not us!)
I'm also an avid email checker- so if you have that, use it, if you want my address, use one of the above means to get in touch!
Wednesday, December 03, 2008
Friday, November 28, 2008
Well, we (as most of you know) are in the (eternal?) process of fixing up our house. We just passed the year anniversary of living here a few weeks ago on Phil's birthday (happy 30th, by the way). It's been several months since I've posted a new set of before and after pictures, and quite honestly, I've been a little down about that. Sometimes I just want to scream "WE'VE BEEN HERE A YEAR FOR HEAVEN SAKES!!! WHY DOESN'T IT LOOK ANY DIFFERENT!?" When the truth is, we're painfully close to being done with phase 1 of a major area of the house and pictures are soon to be posted. We have gotten a lot done and I just have a bad case of "never is enough." I've begun to start giving some serious thought to what I want to do with the kitchen. Do I want to just get it to an attractive room to live with for a few more years? Should we live with it the way it is for a little longer until we can do a complete overhaul? What defines each of those options? Join me in the hamster wheel of frustration, will you?
So, I was flipping through all of my before pictures of the house to see what I had of the kitchen to show a kitchen designer when I meet with her. This is one of the pictures:
(I've really tried to avoid posting before pictures without an after- sorry to have ruined the affect for when I do finally get some posted of this area!)
The day before we closed on the house our realtor, Wilson, and I went to the house to do a walk through and then wait an ever loving eternity for a cleaning lady to show up. While we waited, I decided to go around and take before pictures of the house completely empty. I had big plans after all and these pictures were going to be part of the greatest polishing of a diamond in the rough the world had ever seen.
Wilson was not really supposed to be in any of the pictures, nor did he want to be. But somehow he wound up in this one. I'm glad he did because when I opened it up it made me stop for a second and reflect. I wanted to run to "that him", scoop him up, give him a big hug, and talk to him. Actually seeing pictures of the kitchen caught me by surprise first. We pulled the wallpaper down less than 24 hours after this was taken so the kitchen has had a different look the entire time we've lived in the house (note "different" does not always equal "good" - in this case, different is just different!). But as soon as I saw the "old" kitchen, it immediately made me realize the one I have now (as horrid as I think it is most of the time) is "my" kitchen. Looking at the old pictures brought back the feelings of "we're leaving home and buying someone else's house"- feelings that do not immediately come to me now when I walk in the door. I have said several times that the past year has literally been some sort of time warp for me and I am baffled quite often when things I think happened a few days or weeks ago actually happened over a year ago. This is another one of those times, except that this time it is pleasantly surprising. Somehow during this warped time, I ACTUALLY HAVE adopted this place as home. I really didn't think that I had. I still flip on the wrong light switch every time I go in the playroom bathroom. I am still completely grossed out by the remaining fibers of carpet in the bedrooms. I still say four letter words every time I go in the laundry room and that terrible fluorescent light fixture doesn't warm up and come on until I'm done in the room and flipping (the wrong) switch off. We are still paying a mortgage on a squirrel motel. But somehow, it's home.
So, if I could go back, what would I tell that little face looking at me in the picture above?
"Buddy, it's going to be okay. We are about to embark on a crazy, busy, mixed up year. You are going to make it through unscathed, and love most of it. We WILL get the smell out. Santa will bring you the Lightning Spiral. Your sister will get here and be very healthy. Your room will be bright blue "like your train" in a matter of days. You'll still be wearing that shirt next Christmas. I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you. You're going to love having an upstairs room- it will never bother you that we're downstairs (except for the first few weeks when Miller comes home and you want her upstairs with you in her room). Thank you for not being right under my feet for once when that grease came flying out of the pan- I'm still so thankful that it only got on my hand and not your head! Sometimes, even a year later, you'll miss our old house- and that's okay. It was your first home, and as long as we're here we can drive by whenever you want. You're going to love sitting on the back steps waiting for dad's car to turn down the street on his way home from work. You're going to have a buddy right down the street to play with at a moments notice- he's also going to love Cars as much as you! Chasing Jack up and down the stairs is soooo much fun. I don't know how, but you're always going to like it here- and you're going to protest most of the changes we're going to begin to make. You're going to be okay."
Or maybe I'd just say most those things to the person behind the camera.
Saturday, November 08, 2008
Wednesday, November 05, 2008
Tuesday, November 04, 2008
Sunday, November 02, 2008
The exersaucer is always more fun outdoors
I'll spare you each and every individual photo from the whole entire trip (it rivals the day he was born). And, as you can tell by the 1800 posts, I'm too behind to do scrapbook pages. I did however spend the better part of 2 days putting together a photo book online and I'll post a link below (click on the picture of the album, shutterfly will open and then click on the album picture again- don't use "view album" it doesn't work). When you get to the site click view the show. There is a magnifying glass on the upper right side if you want to see it page by page and be able to read the journaling & captions.
Disclaimer to family- you may want to skip this entirely because you will be required to look at the hard copy when it arrives and you will have to sit through Wilson's tour of the book- pace yourself!
I can't leave this post without saying THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU to my mom and dad for keeping Miller while we went. It's definitely not an easy job, but we really appreciate you doing it. We couldn't have gone without your help. As I've said, "I have a no diaper, no stroller, no pregnant in Disney World rule . . . and only three of us qualified."
Have I mentioned that she doesn't like things taken away from her. No, Millie you can't throw pumpkins we don't intend to buy.
Playing with some of your b'day dinosaurs while wearing your crown in our backyard
Video from your actual birthday at the Animal Kingdom in Disney World.
Saturday, November 01, 2008
Rupert the dinosaur playing Candyland while eating a cheeto. Wilson and I played an entire game with him. He was amazingly good- I almost lost to him (the dinosaur, that is).
Miller also had a great time- she even let the dentist poke around in her head, too!