GO HUSKIES!!!

March Madness

The other day we were driving in the car and Joseph suddenly blurted, "It's March!  Do you know why I love March?!"  I thought for a moment knowing that two things are coming in March.  The first thing on my mind was his birthday, since I've been thinking about it lately trying to decide what to get him.  But as long as I've known him he's always kinda down played holidays such as birthdays, and he had asked with such enthusiasm that I figured that it couldn't be his birthday.  The next and much more obvious one since the past two weeks I've DVR-ed more for him than myself is March Madness.  I figured that had to be it, so with confidence I excitedly responded, "Madness!!"
Joseph (very coolly), "Nope, it's my birthday."
Khia (kinda puzzled), "oh... your birthday."
Joseph (very amuzed and much more excited), "it's my new favorite question.  You wouldn't have gotten it right no matter what you said, cause I would have just said the opposite."

We're going to have a very exciting March!

But about March Madness.  Brackets were announced yesterday and Joseph has been quietly sitting at the table with his pencil and staring at the paper ever since.  (Not really, but he has definitely had his moments.) Every year we go through a few rough drafts before we ever get to his final decision.  I found a clip that expresses it perfectly!

Oh Canada!!!

Khia and I fell upon 6 Olympic Men's Luge tickets of which 4 of them we gave to friends of ours and my younger brother and sister.  And so we decided to make a day trip up to our favorite neighbors, our lovely Canadians.  We take off at 7:00 in the morning and get to the border around 9-9:30.  Thankfully the Canadians had no problem allowing us into their country.  From Vancouver we took a 2-hour bus ride up to Whistler.  From there we take a Gondola up to the Sliding Center on Whistler Mountain.

Before I continue I would like to express my deepest sorrows for the family and friends and country of the Georgian Luger who passed away.  The picture up top is the monument used in Whistler  to honor him.  How sad a story that was.  How my heart aches for the family, his teammates, and his country.  I can't express...
I am sorry to do that to you.  I apologize because now my fun and humor in telling our trip has passed from me.  I will do my best to stop crying.

The middle picture is of the dreaded 16th turn, the last turn of the track.  And if you look closely right underneath the 2 you will see a red blur - that blur is a man traveling at over 90 miles an hour on a sled with no steering and with no brakes.  I just sat there laughing in astonishment and amazement and in a greater respect for the Luge.  Awesome!  It was Awesome!  The other picture is of I believe the 11th turn with my sweet sister Sarah in the blue and it is also the location where I gave a high-five to a luger as he passed.  I am sad they didn't get it on T.V.
And then here comes another sad story.  As you can see, and I know there are not a lot of photos, but my dearest, dearest sweetheart is not in any of those pictures posted.  We were both giddy with excitement on Friday night to only wake up to my poor Khia sick as a dog.  So she did what any comrade of war would do.  She grabbed me by my face and said, "take the others, leave me, there is no hope for me.  You must go without me."  There have been others in our nation who have done such tremendous acts to save  the lives of comrades that they were awarded the "Purple Star."  Khia's act of sacrifice has placed her among the few heroes of our nation.
My life, along with those lives of those who stood beside me, will forever be lived in her name.
We arrived back home Sunday morning at 3:00am.  We did go see the eternal flame but all I have is a video of it but I have not learned how to put videos from our camcorder unto the computer.  Sorry.  My only plea is if you ever get the chance, go to the Olympics.  It is worth it.

31.5 Weeks

Lately I've bought a few more clothes to cover my blossoming belly.  It's been fun, but at this point I'm almost starting to think "What's the point?!"  I only have 2 months left, why do I want to buy clothes for only two months.

Well last night I realized that this is the time I need them most.  Here's a picture of me last night when I went to work out. 

I just walk on the treadmill at Joseph's parents' house so I haven't worried much about getting any shirts to run around in.  I've just been squeezing into some older, larger shirts I have.  Well no more!  I had sat down on the couch to tie my shoes and when I stood up without realizing it, my shirt had slipped up leaving a portion of my belly completely exposed.  It isn't that it was embarrassing since I generally have no fear of showing my belly to people or to family for that matter, but when your own husband calls you Gus Gus for the rest of the night something has to be done. Needless to say, I'll be going shopping with no regret in the near future.