Barefoot & Pregnant with the hubby out to sea

Now that we live in sunny San Diego in a house just a block from the beach, I get to take a nice long walk on the beach every day with my dog. I take off my shoes and enjoy the feel of the sand beneath my feet. I love being barefoot!

Scott and I found out in December that we would be parents in August. We're really excited. I've been really lucky and haven't had any morning sickness. I've just been really sleepy. As I'm beginning my 2nd trimester I just switched out of the military medical to a civilian group practice and I'm really happy with it thus far. My pants are starting to get a little tight but no noticeable bump yet.

Once again my hubby and I are separated for more than 6 months. Didn't we just do this? YES. He left on Wednesday and while his ship is not scheduled to return until September we've been promised that as a first time father he'll be able to fly home from whatever port they stop at in August and make it for the birth of our baby. I love that my husband has such a deep sense of honor and loyalty and serves his country. It was especially hard for him to leave this time. I'll try my best to include and update him on everything but he won't be there to hear the baby's heartbeat, to feel the baby kick, to tell me I don't look fat, or run to the store when I REALLY need some ice cream. It's just part of being a Navy wife.

Catch Up

OK so here are the last 4 months cliff-notes style. After almost 8 months of separation I met up with my hubby in Rome, Italy. It was a fantastic trip! The best part was being together (cheesy!) Skype and phone calls are alright but seeing him was soooo good. There is so much to see and do in Rome. Scott and I really enjoyed it. We visited the Pantheon, the Vatican, the Sistine Chapel, the Colosseum, the Trevi Fountain, the Spanish Steps, and so much more. Scott only had 4 days to spend with me so being the amazing husband that he is he flew my mom out the day he left so she and I could hop on a bus tour and see more of the country. It was a great tour with some interesting characters. Mom and I visited Pisa, Siena, Assisi, Florence, and Venice. We had a great time and some great food. We loved Italy!

A week after returning from Italy I was on a plane once again to head to Seattle for my Little Trucker friend Hayley's wedding. It was a special day and a lot of fun. I just love my little Trucker girls!

A couple of weeks after the wedding Scott came home from his deployment, YEA! It is so good to have him home. It's nice to have the one you love near you. But Scott's coming home was also a bit sad because it meant I had to leave DC. It wasn't easy and many tears were shed. I really miss my family and friends in DC. But I am a Navy wife so I better get used to moving! So we packed up the car and headed across the country to San Diego. We stopped at a few places along the way and enjoyed some of the "wild frontier." Check out the eyes on this horse in Oklahoma. One is brown and one is blue...

We also stopped in Utah for a visit with my family. Scott had never been to Salt Lake so it was fun to show him around Temple Square.

After our many stops and taking our time we finally made it to California. Our stuff was delivered right away and I've spent a lot of time unpacking and organizing in between visiting Scott's family in Orange county and spending a week in Hawaii! Yep as one last romantic getaway before we get settled in the routine of this new place Scott took me to Hawaii. We loved it! It was warm. It was beautiful. The food was fantastic. It was everything to love about a place. We really hope we'll be stationed there one day. Now that is a move I could handle!

The Land Down Under!

I absolutely loved Australia! I could've stayed another month. I saw so many things I'd heard about my whole life. I met so many rellies (that's how they refer to relatives) and just fell in love with them all. The land was beautiful and the people were amazing. I did have a camera mishap and lost a bunch of photos of Uluru (Ayer's Rock) and of Cairns. The 2 places I went by myself. They were really amazing so you'll just have to take my word for it. The above picture is me and Ky the koala. He was quite cuddly. Scott had visited this same zoo years ago when the Navy brought him to Australia so it was fun to get the same kinda of picture in the same place...just a few years apart.
Yeah what they say about those baby kangaroos hanging out in momma's pouch is totally true!
The rocks to the right of the 3 sisters all formerly known as Westerlund are also called "The Three Sisters."
The whole gang outside the Sydney Opera House. We took a really interesting tour of the building and watched one night as they projected images on the sails (that's how they refer to the domes). It was a beautiful place! I really enjoyed the city of Sydney. I think we all fell in love with the country. We imitated and perfected the accent the entire trip (except in public). We had tea at the Queen Victoria Building in Sydney. We pet kangaroos. We tried every "Aussie" food we could. We had a great time and can't wait to go back!

Quick Update from Down Under

After a very long flight my mom, 2 sisters, my brother and his wife all arrived in Sydney Friday morning. Noah and I had rented cars to get to our aunt's house from the airport. The Sydney airport isn't like any of those nice American airports that just spit you out onto a nice freeway. No the Sydney airport is several kilometers from a "motorway" and the signage is poor so the directions we had printed out were less than helpful. The book of maps from the rental car place were helpful but the 2 riding in my car are the type that get sick reading in a car. So after losing Noah who was following us and having no way to contact him we hoped we'd all meet up at our aunts. We drove all over Sydney getting more and more lost but for the most part I think I adjusted well to driving on the wrong side of the road and the car. Although I kept hitting the windshield wipers instead of the blinker...could be why I lost Noah. After making no progress and being totally lost we spotted a K-Mart and I decided to buy a GPS. Only after I bought it it started pouring and I had to run through it. I was soaked by the time I got back to the car. With the help of my new Navman we made it to my aunt's just 3o minutes after my brother.

My aunt and uncle have been great. They are a cute old couple with a whole herd of grand kids and we've had fun meeting so much family. It's especially fun to hear them talk and imitate it. Some of our favorite miscommunications have been a "wipper snipper" a weed eater, "sook" one who cries a lot (me), "rat bag" an idiot, "thick as 2 bricks" some one who doesn't quite get it, "chook" a chicken, etc. And there's more to come.

We've had the chance to tour a bit and have seen all kinds of animals. We fed kangaroos, pet koalas, ran from emus, stared wide-eyed at a HUGE crocodile, saw a dingo and claimed it ate our babies, and watched the most colourful birds eat from my aunt's bird feeder. It's been great! We walked past the opera house yesterday while touring the beautiful botanical gardens and today we'll take a tour of it. There's a lot to see and do and we're gonna do as much as we can...

Big Sky Country

My friends, the Little Truckers, and I met up last week in Seattle (Hayley's neck of the woods) to enjoy a mountain retreat in Montana for our annual trip this year. We'd read A River Runs Thought It and were excited to enjoy the beautiful scenery Montana has to offer. While it did rain for much of the weekend we were not disappointed. Carren found us a great room at a fabulous spa/lodge/lake resort on Whitefish Lake. It had a super heated outdoor pool and hot tub right on the lake which we took full advantage of. We also took advantage of the spa and got massages and pedicures.
Glacier National Park was just down the road so we enjoyed driving through to see the beauty of God's creations. As it was pretty wet out we opted for the short hike to Avalanche Gorge. It was beautiful!
Cruising through the park we really hoped to see some wild life and we were not disappointed. Although we did create a slight "bear jam" just as we'd been warned not to. Oops! But it was a bear. Actually 3 bears. It appeared to be a momma and 2 older cubs. It was so fun to watch them. Carren may have freaked out a bit and Tristan swore the bear was looking at her. I just tried to get as much of it on video as I could.
After the bears we continued to enjoy the rest of the beauty of the park and hoped it would stop raining. Carren was MIA for this picture but there was still plenty of Little Trucker togetherness. I'm so glad I have these great friends and we do this every year.
Now I have to repack my suitcase 'cause I'm flying to Australia tomorrow!

The Ending of an Era

I've worked as a genealogist at the Daughters of the American Revolution for almost 5 years now. Thursday was my last day of work before I begin a series of trips for the next 2 months. It's hard to sum up my life at the DAR in a blog post. My co-workers organized a really fun send-off pot-luck lunch. I got emotional when I had to stand up and thank them and say good-bye (I seem to do that a lot these days with the hubby gone - get emotional that is). Working a few blocks from the White House in downtown DC had been an experience in itself. I love Washington DC and I will really miss it when I have to leave. I'm weening myself off it one step at a time. Starting first with working in DC. There are so many things I'll miss about working at the DAR. Sure I'll miss working in a beautiful historic building/library/museum and front row concert seats but the more I thought about it the more I realized how much I would miss the people. The people I have come to know and love. The sweet little Salvadorean girl the I try to habla espanol with when she changes my trash. The big tough security guards who no matter what tell me it's always a pleasure to see me. The flag-waving, pin-collecting, God-fearing, white-cloved members of the society. The grandfatherly federal judge out on his morning walks who I was able to help with his genealogy. The lunch time yoga instructor. The dear old Peruvian librarian who sent me flowers for my birthday one year. Mary Jane who will be 87 this month yet keeps coming to work everyday to do genealogy. The sunshine crew who always bring a laugh to the office. The friends. I could say so much about so many people there. I can think of each of my co-workers and tell you what I'll miss about them. They are all great people and have taught me so much. It just doesn't feel like it's over and if I think about it too much I just might get emotional again...

My Stripling Warrior

I was recently going through the 1000+ pictures Scott and I took on our honeymoon in December and came across a few that made me really laugh. As I see it it's my husband in his natural habitat. Shirtless and playing with fire. After going on the night safari at the Singapore zoo one evening we decided to stay and watch the fire breather's show. It turned out to be even more entertaining then we estimated. The fire-breathers wore native costumes IE loin-cloths and played traditional songs on the drums, danced, sang and of course breathed fire. It was all fun and games until they pulled Scott on stage. Then it was just funny! With little prompting from the main fire-dude Scott immediately threw his shirt off (I was surprised he didn't ask for a loin cloth to wear), then he blew out fire (well on the 2nd try any way), fed the other guys fire and as seen in this pictures was convinced to eat the fire himself. He was on his knees, mouth open, fire above his head when all the guys jumped off stage and left him. Ha ha! Then they came back did some dancing and fire tricks and challenged Scott to a flex-off. If anyone knows my husband you know that he works out A LOT and would never miss the chance to flex his muscles in front of a crowd. I think he was the perfect candidate to be pulled on the stage at a fire show... I also think that I'm so glad I found my very own Stripling Warrior. I remember seeing the picture of the 2000 Stripling Warriors growing up and as maturity/puberty hit thinking, "Mmm would I like to get me some of that." I think Scott is pretty close to one of those guys. He's brown, he's buff, he loves his momma, and he's looking for a fight!

One Year

One year ago on Saturday Scott and I were sealed in the Washington DC Temple. I can and can't believe it's been a year. We've both learned a lot about each other and about ourselves. Scott is such a great husband and I love him so much. That's probably why it was a very hard weekend. I was SO emotional. I couldn't say his name or that it was our anniversary without tearing up and/0r bawling. It was by far the hardest day of this deployment thus far. I've been given all sorts of advise from other military wives and there is one thing they all say that is consistent "it's not easy." I really missed Scott this weekend but I had great friends and family who spent time with me and sent me well wishes. I'm blessed to have so many great people who care about me. It's Spring outside and I live in a beautiful place. I have much to be grateful for...especially a wonderful husband!

The Kids

Scott and I said goodbye for the second time on St. Patrick's Day. He arrived in Djibouti on Friday and has had several adventures already. Including but not limited to eating camel and having a cheetah drink water from his cupped hands. I should get pictures and more details soon. In the mean time I thought I'd talk a bit about those back home who miss their daddy.

Mac & Peanut Mac-zimus is our red-eared slider turtle we got from a man on the street in the Baltimore Inner Harbor. Scott saw him and instantly fell in love. He told me he'd always wanted a turtle. My family found and tried to keep turtle all the time growing up. Mom confessed later that while we kids were convinced these turtles were super amazing escape artists, she was actually letting them loose! Mac was the size of a quarter when we got him. He's grown quite a bit but is still no more than 3 inches across. Peanut was ordered online. Yes you can get a turtle shipped to you in a box. He arrived in a small plastic contained filled with packing peanuts. He is a southern painted turtle and was less than the size a quarter when we got him. He's now just bigger than a quarter. He's the friendlier of the two.

Trudie
Trudie was purchased in Norfolk the day before Scott and I said goodbye for the first time. She is a Toy Yorkshire Terrier and about 4 months old. She's a fun little pup who makes friends everywhere she goes. She's a tiny dog who fits perfectly in a purse, although I've not put her in one because she's not an accessory. She is a lot of fun and loves to play and nap and be cute. Scott and her got to know each other over the last week and became fast friends. We all miss him now and can't wait for him to come home.

Thank you government inefficiencies!

Due to a scheduling mishap my sweet husband gets to spend 10 days with me before he heads to Africa! His training ended a week ago and his flight isn't until next week. We've spent the last few days enjoying the sights of DC that he was just too busy to see when he actually lived here. The weather here has been beautiful and the snow is finally melted. Life is good!

Military Wife

My boss once said that being in the military means you'll always be saying goodbye to someone. I said good bye 3 weeks ago to my sweet husband. He is being deployed to Djibouti, Africa and will be there for 7 months. Currently he is in overseas/boot campish training at an army base in South Carolina. He's cold. He's tired. He's exhausted. He's hungry. But Scott always has the best attitude and has managed to find good friends and together they made the most of these weeks of training. The good news is that while he is still heading to a war zone, it is a very safe one and he'll be at a desk not on the ground. While he is gone I have vowed to blog more and detail my life as military wife.

Martha Stewart likes rap music

I heard her say it with my very own ears AND not just on TV. Live! My good friend Kim got us tickets to be in the Martha Stewart studio audience on Friday in New York City. We drove up to New Jersey Thursday night and were very nicely accommodated by some friends. Armed in our brightest camera friendly sweaters we took the early train the next morning to be at the TV studio by 8:30. While we waited in line we were fed a breakfast of donuts and hot cocoa while Martha Stewart paraphernalia was handed around with order forms. I couldn’t resist and bought a cookbook I would receive after the show. Once inside our purses were searched and our coats checked and the line for the bathroom grew. As we waited Joey, the audience cheerleader, gave us the run down on when to clap, ooohhh, ahhhh and all other important info. There are about 100 studio audience members, meaning 95 women and 5 dudes. We were lucky enough to get seats very close to the front and in the center.
The first guest on the show was Rachel Ray. Apparently Martha had been on the Rachel Ray show recently were she confessed her love of rap music so Rachel showed up to the show with a basket of Eminem CDs and a gangsta rap hat for Martha. It was pretty funny. Then Martha showed Rachel how to make a blackberry apple pie. It looked delicious and just might be included on the menu this Thanksgiving. Next was a rather ugly sewing project followed by a lesson on bulbs and bulb planting. I really liked the gardener, Anna Pavord. She was a delightful English lady who referred to some of the bulbs as looking “like dried up bits of sheep dung.” Watching them plant made me really wish I had a yard. It’s the perfect time for bulb planting, you know. During the commercial breaks rap music was played and Joey, our cheerleader, had the audience up and dancing as he ran around and handed out free stuff. While we didn’t get any of Joey’s goodies, despite our extra enthusiasm, every audience member did walk away with Rachel Ray’s new cook book, Bulb a beautiful picture and gardening book by Anna Pavord, an amaryllis bulb as well as a goody bag of lotions and samples. When the filming was over Martha took a few audience questions but had to run to another promotion. As we left the studio we received all our goodies and purchases and free lunch. It was a great quick trip to the city and so much fun. If you get the chance I’d highly recommend visiting Martha Stewart in NYC.

And now my ode to Martha…

Oh Martha Martha Martha Dear
Your amazing talents we all revere.
From weddings to parties and holiday fun,
Your cutesy crafts are number one.
On the menu you’re a culinary whiz.
You know your food and you know your biz.
But there you’ve made a big slipup,
So the Big House taught you rap, what up?!
Now you’ve more skills then ever before,
Garden tips, crafts, and recipes to adore.
Home-making perfection here we come!
Master chef, crafty crafter and a green thumb!

Apple Picking

I like fall. I can’t say that I love it yet because I still hate the short days and the sad loss of summer (sigh) but since I’ve moved to the East I have learned to appreciate fall. It is simply beautiful out here. Since I moved to DC almost 5 years ago now, I go somewhere and pick apples every Columbus Day. I spend several Columbus Days in upstate New York but this year we stayed a little closer to home. Scott and I had the day off and found a nice farm in rural Virginia with lots of apples to pick. Apparently others had had the same idea and most of the trees had already been picked of those easy to reach apples. So we found ourselves a fruit picker pole. I used it to reach the big apples at the tops of the trees…
Scott used it to fight invisible enemies…

After getting our fill of stayman apples we solicited the help of a tree branch and with my camera on the timer took our picture. Then we gave our fruit picker pole to other pickers and drove to the red and golden delicious apple orchard.

There were no fruit picker poles here so I had to get on Scott’s shoulders to get the good ones. When I was on Scott’s shoulders a woman came by and asked for our camera. She wanted to take a picture of us because we were “so cute.” Now we have a half bushel of apples that need to be made into pies, cakes, muffins, crips and apple sauce! Mmmmmmm. Come on by and have some!

30

It happened. I turned 30. It wasn’t as hard a birthday as I thought it would be because of my wonderful friends, family and husband. Celebrations began a few weeks ago in a hotel in Nashville when my friends the Little Truckers gave me a beautiful Tiffany’s necklace. Love those girls! (more on that trip to come…maybe)

The next celebration took place when over the weekend we had to go up to Pennsylvania for a bridal shower. Scott casually mentioned we were going to dinner and asked me to bring a dress. I wear a dress just about every day so no big deal for me. Well he surprised me by taking me to the Circular Dining room at the Hotel Hershey. It was fabulous! The place was beautiful and the food fantastic. They even wrote Happy Birthday in chocolate for me. It was great. If you visit Hershey, be sure to go.

The day of my birthday I woke up a little sad at the prospect of my lost youth. Sigh. My twenties are over. What have I done?... I felt better when I met my coworker on the walk to the office and he’d bought me a chocolate croissant. Mmmmm. Then I got to work to find my boss out. Woohoo! It’s always a good day in the office when the boss is out. At 1 my sis and nieces brought me a delicious lunch complete with birthday tart and candles. We all sat outside with Tinkerbelle birthday crowns and enjoyed the weather and the food. I love those girls!

After work I took a nap and waited for Scott to get home so we could head over to Bean’s for dinner. When I walked into Bean’s house I was greeted with shouts of SURPRISE as a bunch of friends jumped out of their hiding spots wearing “dirty Mexican” mustaches. It was a muy bien surprise birthday fiesta! A lot of great friends were there including Wilbur. Wilbur was a faithful companion to my roommates and me before I married Scott. We planned so many times to hang and beat him but we just never did. So he stood with fading crepe paper fur on a side table in our living room until my birthday when he was stuffed with candy and hung from a tree in my sister’s backyard. I took a few good whacks at him and so did my nieces but it was Kimi’s husband Joe who knocked Wilbur off the rope and into the neighbors yard. It was a proud ending to our faithful friend.

Overall a great 30th birthday!

Scott will never be allowed to grow a mustache...sick! Neither will Sammy!

Culture Shock

Because one wedding just isn't enough Scott and I had a Cambodian Reception for his family in June. I was able to meet a lot of his friends and relatives and learn so much more about his culture. His mom was very generous in planning everything for the Cambodian Reception and I was more than grateful for her efforts ‘cause lets face it I know nothing about Cambodians. I was told the reception would involve an 8 course dinner and that I’d be wearing several traditional Cambodian outfits and would need to be in California at least 5 days ahead of time so my outfits could be assembled. The more I thought about this the more uncomfortable I got. Sure I’m up for almost anything but I’m also a head taller and 40 lbs heavier than most Cambodian women. I was going to be “that big white girl” that can’t use chopsticks!

When we got to California sure enough I was about a foot taller than Grandma and 6 inches taller than all of Scott’s aunts and even his uncle. They were all very kind and welcomed me into the family with open arms and big smiles. Scott’s relatives have been progressively come to the US for the last 25 years and some speak little to no English. So there was a lot of smiling and nodding on my part. I really had no idea what was going on half the time.

It was decided that I’d wear 3 different outfits the night of the wedding reception. Traditionally Cambodian weddings can last 1 to 3 days and the bride changes clothes like a million times or something. Since I’m white and we’re Mormon we shortened it to a single evening. However, as the bride I had to start getting ready at noon the day of the reception. In Cambodian culture they hire a woman through a Cambodian bridal store to dress the bride and bridesmaids and to do the hair and make up for the bride, bridesmaids, and family of bride and groom. I felt like I had a 5 year supply of hairspray in my hair and years worth of make-up on my face. Then I was dressed. The first outfit I wore to greet the guests was silver. I wore a traditional heavily beaded thick sash on top and a traditional wrapped skirt on bottom along with 10 thick bracelets, 5 on each arm, 2 bulky anklets on each leg, 2 long necklaces, a metal belt with large buckle, an upper arm band, big dangly earrings, and a tiara. I felt like a warrior princess. My coworkers said I looked like a Cambodian Barbie Doll. I greeted all of our guests in this outfit.

The reception began at 6:30. By 7:00 most of the white guests had arrived. By 8 the Cambodians had all come. Scott, his parents and I then marched to the stage and welcomed everyone and announced the food would then be served. Then I was whisked away to change into outfit number 2. This was basically the same as the first outfit but in blue and gold instead, which meant all of the jewelry had to be changed as well. I realize later looking at the wedding photos, that I wasn’t the only one changing. Most of Scott’s aunts had 2 to 3 different dresses they wore that night.

Freshly attired in blue and gold, it was time for Scott and me to collect the money. Cambodians traditionally give money instead of gifts. We provided a stack of envelopes on each table in order to facilitate this. Depending on the crowd at the table we were given different tasks to do in order to receive the money. Many of the older more traditional Cambodians wished us well and gave us a Cambodian blessing and handed us the envelopes. Others made Scott to jump as the tallest person at the table stood on a chair and held the envelops as high as he could. At another table we were required to split a wintergreen lifesaver in half with our teeth. Scott had to drop and do 25 push-ups at his step-brothers’ table. It was an adventure to earn those envelopes of money and well worth the effort.

Once the money had been collected I rushed off again to change; this time into my wedding dress. Scott and I had our “first dance” which led to the evening ending in dancing. I managed to avoid the electric slide, which I had been told to practice, because Scott and I were busy saying good-bye and thank you to our guests. It was a really fun night. Scott’s mom put so much effort it to making everything so nice and we are very grateful for her hard work. While I never imagined I would ever have a wedding quite like this but I’m so glad I did!

Better Late than Never

On the 31st of January Soktheas Scott Lieng asked me to be his wife. After throwing out a few dates and getting all kinds of hassle we decided we just wanted to get married and chose the date of March 27th. This gave me 6 weeks to plan our wedding. It was a VERY busy 6 weeks as I had 2 other weddings to attend in California and Utah. But everything fell into place. I found a great location for a luncheon, a great photographer, flowers and everything I needed. I bought my wedding dress, which fit like a glove, exactly one week before my wedding. There were many small miracles that we were blessed with and few mishaps, but overall it was a perfect day. It rained the day before and the day after but not the day of. We were sealed in the Washington DC temple on March 27, 2009. The ceremony was very small and intimate, just how I wanted it to be. After taking pictures outside the temple we met our friends and family for a luncheon at the National Harbor. It was great to be surrounded by people we love and care about and to receive their well wishes. It was a nice yet casual lunch, which again was just what I wanted. I’m so happy to be married to such an amazing and wonderful man!

Yes, I am still alive

OK I know I know! It's been a long time since I posted. I'm planning on updating and revamping the blog soon. I've just been busy. I got married March 27th and can't believe it's been 2 months already. Scott and I are heading to California for a week for our Cambodian reception June 13th in Long Beach (If you haven't been invited and would like to come let me know. The more white people I have on my side the better ;) Once that is over I'll have some more time on my hands...hopefully. In the mean time here's a little tidbit from my good buddy Carren's blog...

http://mycket.blogspot.com/2009/05/til-we-die-die-story-of-friendship-and.html

Meet Scott

The brown man on the right is Soktheas Scott Lieng. He goes by Scott or a variety of other pet names I’ve given him. He was born in Cambodia and raised in Southern California. He graduated from the Naval Academy, where he played football, in 2004. He’s been all over the world with the Navy and has a lot of great stories. He’s even appeared on Oprah. He’s the most ambitious and hard working man I know. One of my favorite things he has said was in an email yesterday. He said, “Every time I get a I love you from you I glow, not like a girly glow, but a toxic glow like the ninja turtles ooze glow, which is more manly.” This is a perfectly Scott thing to say. He treats me better than I’ve ever been treated and I love him. So I said yes when he asked me to be his wife!

We're just different

Normally I make it a rule not to blog about my relationships. I do have some great dating stories, but those only come out after a few Henry Weinhards rootbeers. However, it has come time to make an exception to my rule. Mostly because all of my time is spent with this guy and I don't know what else to blog about. His name is Scott and he's not the typical guy I date. We're just different and here is why.

1. I grew up in Northern California. He grew up in Southern California.
2. He wants to take me to Singapore, Australia, Italy, etc. I want to take him to the Punkin Chunkin and the Hick Festival.
3. He thinks I should gain a few pounds. I think I should lose a few.
4. His idea of dinner always involves something that lived formerly in the water. My idea is something that grew or lived on land.
5. As a former MMA fighter and college football player he wants to beat everyone up. I run and/or drop to the ground in a fetal position at the first signs of danger.
6. I’ve rarely met a cheese or ice cream I didn’t like. He’s lactose intolerant.
7. He shops at places like Polo and Diesel. I shop at the Target store (as my niece calls it) and TJ Max.
8. My favorite concert was Dolly Parton. His favorite concert was Kanye West.
9. He’s a boy. I’m a girl.
10. He’s Asian. I’m white.

Punkin Chunkin

For the 3rd year in a row Carren and I went to the Punkin Chunkin. It was awesome. Carren gives a great report of the whole thing on her blog. Check it out and don't forget to catch the special on the Discovery Channel some time! http://mycket.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-love-smell-of-pneumatic-air-cannons.html