The Joys of Marriage

Last Wednesday morning I woke up and peed on a little plastic stick.  I waited until the day after my birthday because I didn’t feel like the disappointment of another negative pregnancy test on my birthday.  I’d already seen plenty of them this year, and the thought of seeing that little blue horizontal line looking pathetically up at me on my 27th birthday morning was not the way I wanted to start my day.  So I put it off until Wednesday, figuring I’d be happy on my birthday, and deal with the disappointment of another fruitless month later.

So on Wednesday I woke up and prepared myself for yet another disheartening morning.  I mean, we’d been trying for 9 months, and nothing had come of it so far.  Hell, I hadn’t even registered on the ovulation kit a few months.  But this time had been different.  This time the lonely blue horizontal line wasn’t so lonely.  It had a little intersecting friend.  And that little intersecting friend said very clearly that our lives were going to change forever.


It’s been awhile.  My bad.  Let’s just jump back in, hmm?

Yesterday was awesome.  Read: HEINOUS.

First we took the skitties to the vet for their annual visit.  Some were just plain terrified

Others were little assholes who MEEEOOOWWWWWed the whole way there

But I won’t name names.

Then we got home, and Josh proceeded to empty any and all stomach contents via violent vomiting all day.

(don’t worry, there will never be a picture of someone hurling on here.  GAG)

While he was busy dieing and the sky opened up and released one hell of a thunderstorm on the south, I cleaned like the dickens.  And worried for my life that one of those huge oaks in our backyard would fall on my while my normal rescuer lay helpless upstairs, unable to save me.

And then, due to my obvious distractions,  I dyed my beautiful, expensive, cream colored towels that we received as a wedding gift TURQUOISE, thanks to a lovely scarf.

Aren’t you jealous of my fabulous day?  I know.

Today was going much better, until I sat down to write this post on my patio and a bird promptly pooped on my shirt.  And hand.

Is it Monday yet??

I think the lyric is actually “Summertime, and the livin’s easy”, but whatevs.

Found some pictures on an old memory card this afternoon whilst packing my suitcase for the BAHAMAS!!!  (*clap clap clap*)

I was about to delete the whole thing figuring I hadn’t looked at it in 6 months, so it couldn’t be too important, but I scrolled through and found some shots I snapped before a Christmas card session w/ a client.

Thought I’d share.  You’re welcome.

The sun that afternoon was TO DIE FOR

Now that is one HANDSOME man, if I do say so myself.

We L.O.V.E. homemade pizza (well, pseudo homemade…we get the dough from Publix, but make the sauce and top ourselves), but we always do normal pizza…red sauce, lots o toppings, shredded cheese.

However, tonight we decided to go out on a limb and try a pesto pizza.

Perfect Pesto Pizza

Please excuse my messy kitchen.

Seriously ya’ll, this was out of this world.  I made up a spinach & walnut pesto real quick, and just spread it right on.  Added some thick slices of mozzarella and a handful of baby bella mushrooms…out of this world!


Thanks to my honey for taking this picture!

Late night....

New Herbs

Someone's excited about new kitty food

Went from dark

to light in 30min

Josh "fixing" things

A little reading time


The War begins

We’re both sick.  Like, feel like total and complete a-hole, sick.  And while we went to bed around 9:30 to try to sleep it off, it was unfortunately a very active night.  Our conversation went something like this:

Approx midnight

Josh: *cough cough cough*

GG:  You ok?

J: *cough* I think I’m dying *cough*

G: Why don’t you take some COUGH medicine?

J: Good call  *cough*  (gets up to take medicine)


J: *cough cough COUGH*

G: What the hell honey?! Did you take medicine?

J: *cough* I think I’m dying

G: You’re not dying.


G: Dude.  You need to go to the doctor

J: I’m not sick         *cough*



G:  I’m making you a doctor’s appointment tomorrow, because, you know, I like sleep.

J: Don’t be *cough* mean.  I’m *cough* probably dying.  Do you have any hydrocodone left?

G:  You mean the medicine I keep on hand for when I have kidney stones?  Arguably the worst pain on the PLANET?  THAT MEDICINE??

J: *cough*  yes

G:  Whatever.  It’s in the bathroom somewhere.  You can have one if you can find it.

J: *cough*


G: You need to go to a clinic today.  Last night sucked.

J: What are you talking about?

And then my head exploded.