Always an adventure!

People have been asking to see pictures of me. So here's my belly. This was taken a week ago, but I don't think it really makes a difference in size. I wasn't wearing any makeup and my hair was a mess, so next time I'll post pictures when I look cute.



Ryan and I just moved into a new house! Earlier this week, Ryan was moving boxes out of his parent's house and he decided to check the attic for any of our things. He was very cautious going up the attic steps because they are broken in one area. All of a sudden I heard a loud crash! I turned around to find Ryan's leg and his foot dangling in front of my face! Yes, my husband fell through the ceiling! Luckily he caught himself or else he would have come all the way through. He bumped his rib and got a splinter, but mostly it was just hillarious! So Ryan then proceeds to call his dad to tell him of the incident. "Dad. There was an accident at your house. I'll pay for it." He sounded like a 12 year old kid who just hit a baseball through a window. He figured his parents wouldn't be too angry since they were on their way home from the temple. Of course, they were mostly concerned about Ryan and not the gaping whole in their ceiling. Fortunately for us, my dad's family owns a drywall company, so my dad is having his patching crew come over and fix it. All the white stuff you see is insulation. Oddly enough, my dad and my brother Ryan came over that night to help us move. My brother Ryan had also fallen though my dad's ceiling when he was putting away the Halloween decorations. What's with the Ryans?



So I think all the hormones are finally catching up to me. Up until today I haven't been cranky, moody, or sad. This morning before church I was waiting for Ryan. I found an Austin Monthly Magazine all about dogs and pets, so I started reading. They had one section that showed the pictures of the contestants for the cover contest. Cute. Then they had one section entitled, only the face a mother could love. I was curious to see what kinds of pets were in that section. As I began reading and looking at the pictures of these poor helpless looking creatures I started laughing. But suddenly that laughter turned into crying. I tried to stop myself, but I couldn't. Then Ryan came into the room and I really broke down. He thought I was nuts. I was nuts. I was crying over dogs and cats that looked sad. It doesn't make sense. If you get a chance to read it, do it. It just might make you cry.