Easter 2008

Happy Belated Easter!

Dave is playing laser tag by himself right now. If you're wondering how that is accomplished, he is holding a gun in each hand and shooting at each one. Fun times, my darling.

I mapped out my route for commuting to work by bicycle. I'm a little worried about the last mile downtown. I'll have to ride on the street with traffic. Another negative -- it's $3/day to park my bike in my parking garage!! What a rip. My company won't let me take my bike up to my office; otherwise, I would do that. Actually, I'm lying. I AM allowed to take my bike up to my office, but I can't take it through the front door. This means that I have to go through the alley behind the building (which is full of glass and trash. mmm... glass and trash), press a 'call' button, and wait for an angry janitor to open up the freight elevator for me. Maybe I'm just being lazy about it. I think I'd rather pay the three dollars and avoid having our custodial and security staff mad at me for bothering me.

Maybe I Shouldn't Have Said That

Me and Dave were watching CNN tonight:

[ Anderson Cooper is shown on tv ]

David: What happened to your face? (to Anderson) You get punched??
Katherine: Uh... he has skin cancer.....


Also, here's a video of Sprinkles vs. Popcorn.

Frost and Bulbs

We awoke to see our lawn covered in frost this morning. I hope these cold days are over soon. The tulip bulbs are starting to poke through the soil, and I can't wait to see what they will look like when they bloom. I also hope that more than the 3 that are poking through will actually survive this crazy weather.

I got my hair cut yesterday and chose a drastic style - with BANGS. BANGS, people! I didn't think that I had the balls to go through with it, but the stylist was reassuring enough to convince me otherwise. I like it a lot, though I have been getting made fun of at work. They're calling me "Cleopatra." I have been meaning to get this style for a while, but I was always afraid of the long-term commitment that comes with bangs. That, and I wasn't sure that my poodle hair would be appropriate for that kind of style. Thank you, God, for creating people that created the hair iron.

Ye Olde St. Patrick's Day

I'm too pooped to write much, so here's a summary of our weekend: women's church retreat, biking, and a St. Patrick's Day party.

Some pictures from the St. Pat's shindig at the O'Shea household...

Lilly waving hello.

Rachel and Rachael and Lilly.

Rachel and Petty (appropriate name!).

Photo evidence of Dave holding his first baby (!) and Jessica's head sandwiched between, hehe.

Countdown to Bowel Destruction

Our small-group dinner last night was a success. I was nervous about cooking for so many people, but casseroles make it easy. I made homemade mac 'n' cheese and a vegetable casserole. I left the vegetable casserole out all night without refrigeration, but I was bold enough to take the leftovers to work for lunch today. It was eaten approximately 3 hours ago, and I am counting down the time left for my bowels to explode from some sort of wicked food poisoning.

We locked Sprinkles up in our room for the two hours while we had guests, and I could have sworn I heard her trying to get the door open.

A few days ago, Dave caught her in the garage, and he swears that the door to the garage had been closed. She has to have opened it! It was ultimately satisfying to me, because months ago I told him that I thought she opened that door by herself, and he didn't believe me.

Yes, it's an exciting life we lead.