Yesterday was Zach and my day off.  We had a lot planned.  We got a lot done, but nearly as much as we were planning.

Here is what we did: 

  1. Zach went to the dentist and I worked on getting the rest of the “bad” grout off the stairs (plan was to put in the “good” grout later in the afternoon.
  2. We packed a lunch because we weren’t quite hungry, but I had a doctors appointment at 1 and we figured we’d be hungry after that but had other errands to do.
  3. We went to my doctor’s appointment.  Baby and I are healthy…three weeks until we get to see Baby again.
  4. Zach needed to get his fingerprints done to apply to Regis (teaching program) and it just so happened that the Arapahoe County Sheriff’s Office that was doing fingerprints that day was on our way home, so we stopped there and got his fingerprints.  Thankfully we still had $13 extra dollars in cash from the Mile High Music Festival or we would have had to leave and go to the bank (which is no where close) and come back with our $10.
  5. After fingerprints we ate lunch in the ACSO parking lot. 
  6. As we were pulling out of the lot my phone rang.  I hate to answer my phone and it’s always a great debate…especially if it says private like it did.  Decided to answer…”Is this Jenn?”  “Yes.”  “This is ___ from Arapahoe County Sheriff’s…”  (In my head I’m thinking….what??  How’s they get my number?  I was just in the office a few minutes ago, but I didn’t lose anything.) …I pulled your dad over for a traffic violation and he had a seisure or something.  The ambulance is taking him to the hospital but I need someone to come take possession of the van.”  “Okay, I’ll be right there.”
  7. So, we were off to get the van.  When I heard the long story I realized that Dad had not had a seisure….he had needed to go to the bathroom, was just blocks from home and was having his normal communication problems.  (Backstory: seven years ago my dad was paralyzed from the waist down.  This lasted several months, but he slowly regained most of his feeling and was able to relearn to walk and go to the bathroom, but he still isn’t “fully functional” like the rest of us.)  Anyway, turns out his van leaped forward…the cop called for backup.  Six cop cars, a fire truck and an ambulance showed up.  They had to check for weapons, but supposedly Dad wasn’t cooperating, so he got thrown to the ground and handcuffed.  He did have “weapons” but they were his “tools”.
  8. After we took the van home, we went to the hospital…same place I had my appointment earlier.  They let us go down to the room, where Dad asked if we could wait somewhere else.  I knew that would happen.  He HATES hospitals and HATES his girls seeing him “unmanly.”  I didn’t see his face, but he was strapped to the table.  The obviously thought he was going to hurt someone or himself, but they were unstrapping him so he could go to the bathroom.
  9. A few minutes later the doc came and talked to me.  He said he was trying to figure out if it was a mental issue or if it was just a personality conflict.  I told him what I know about Dad and his injury and how he responds and such.  He said they would have to run test and give him a CAT Scan before they could let him leave.  I asked if it was necessary (knowing full well that nothing was wrong and this was just going to cost my parent’s more money) and he said yes.    A nurse came out a little later and said Dad was asking that some new clean clothes be brought.
  10. We drove back to Mom and Dad’s to get clothes.  On the way we saw a little mini-pincher running along a very busy street in rush hour traffic.  So we stopped to help.  We wouldn’t come to us, so we eventually just chased him back into the neighborhood and off the busy streets.  I hope he found his way back home.  He was getting hot and tired, so someone might have been able to catch him later.  He didn’t bark or growl, just ran away.
  11. We got Dad’s stuff and took it back to the hospital, where we were allowed down to his room, but couldn’t take anything into his room.  Not his clothes, not my purse or anything.  He was in the only room that wasn’t “medical”.  No comfortable bed, no TV, no medical equipment, no privacy screen, nothing.  He had a bed, and a trashcan and a security person stationed outside his door.  Thankfully, they allowed him his mp3 player.  We heard Dad’s side of the story and my suspicions were correct.  And now he was just angry at all the “idiots”.  He didn’t want Mom to come and she of course, was off work by now and on her way over.  Luckily, Zach intercepted her.  I said my good-byes and told Dad to call when they released him – he said he would walk home. 
  12. We took Mom to Chick-a-fil for dinner and then I drove her home.  She was having a rough time with it all.  We sat around the house and watch some Jon and Kate plus 8 and then chatted a bit.  Shortly the phone rang and it was the hospital physiologist.  She said that Dad was placed under 72 hours of observation until they could determine if he was a threat to himself or others or couldn’t take care of himself.  She said she determined that he was none of these, he was just angry.  She asked weird questions trying to figure out if my mom was okay with him coming home.  Eventually we got around to the fact that he should come home and Mom and Stacy were going to go pick him up.
  13. We finally got home around 9PM.  I have not heard from my family, so I don’t know if Dad got home last night or what happened.  It was a long day.
  14. I finished the day off by reading….less than 100 pages left in Widow of the South.

Things that didn’t get done:

  • I didn’t get to the gym to do the elliptical.
  • We didn’t finish grouting.
  • We still have to prepare for the Dunes.
  • Nothing was working on in the Baby’s room.

Things to be thankful for:

  • Timing was good yesterday.  It wasn’t a terrible inconvenience to us.  In fact the air conditioned hospital waiting room on a 95+ day was much nicer than our un-air conditioned house.
  • We still accomplished a lot.
  • Dad is fine.   Mom is fine.
  • Me and Baby are fine.


Zach’s 31st birthday was yesterday and in celebration we were having a party on Saturday night. I, of course, wanted to make it a great and special day for Zach.

Of course, being my normal organized self, I had to prepare ahead of time.  On Friday we were to go to Walmart and Sam’s and get EVERYTHING we needed for the weekend.  We got almost everything, but I wore my flip-flops and after walking around both stores, my ankles became so sore I could hardly walk, not to mention that it was late and I was tired.  So, we managed to miss a few items on the list.  We got home and the plan was for me to make Zach’s red velvet cake, so we wouldn’t heat the house up on Saturday.  Last winter, I invested in a cake carrier that came with two round cake pans.  I decided to make the most of this set up and make a layered cake, something I had never done before.  Our kitchen isn’t very big and I had the cake pans setting on the edge of the sink.  Everything was going perfect until I reached for the spatula and knocked one of the cake pans into the sink, which happened to have a soaking bowl of salsa queso….to the watery salsa queso ended up in my cake batter.  At that point I threw everything in my hands on the counter and said “I quit.”  Zach said no one would notice, but I could not, in good conscience bake salsa queso into a red velvet cake, so down the drain that one went.  I baked the other one, so Zach could decided if he really liked red velvet or not.

The next day I woke early to clean the house, I wanted Zach to be able to sleep in, so I asked my mom and my sister to come over and help me.  I’m such a people person, that if it’s really hard for me to do something in the house when Zach is sleeping.  I want him up doing whatever it is with me.  Well, I get downstairs to two piles of doggy diaherra, that I have to clean and man, that stuff almost made me throw up.  I had to hold my breath forever.  I cleaned the main floor and moved the couch to clean the floor under it.  Woke Zach up so he could take the dogs to the vet and then Mom and Stacy showed up.  The sat at the table and watched me clean the kitchen and then I went to empty the vaccum and opened the bottom of the container before it was in the plastic bag, so I had dirt all over the floor that I just cleaned!  Mom helped me clean it up and I was just thankful that the dogs weren’t around.

Zach got home with the dogs and then I had three people watching me clean.  I started to get a little frustrated and then I learned that we didn’t have any clean cloths for the mop, so I was going to have to clean the whole floor with a towel on my hands and knees.  Stacy and Mom decided to leave and in a matter of minutes I was in tears that I’d ruined Zach’s birthday and didn’t have enough time to get everything done.  He was sweet and held me and said he didn’t need anything and he would help clean.  He made me eat, which was probably a good thing and did everything I asked for the rest of the day.  (Oh, and I forgot to mention that I woke up with the worst headache ever, well, same headache I’ve had for weeks, but again and it wouldn’t go away.  After crying, it just got worse.)

Zach went to the store to get more cake mix so I could make him another cake and I laid on the couch and took a nap, this is after I’d cleaned the whole floor for a second time.)  When he was home, he cleaned the bathrooms and a bit of upstairs and when I finally woke, I saw that he had bought me flowers.  How sweet is that?  I get flowers on his birthday.

I made the cake with no issues and somehow we got ready to go and eat dinner.  We went to macroni grill.  I couldn’t even eat half my salad and half my soup, so pitiful!  When we got home, I had to decorate the cake, which I think turned out pretty good for my first layered cake.  I made the bean dip and for once I was sitting on the couch before anyone arrived.  Typically people arrive while I’m still doing something in the kitchen.  So that was so unusual.

We had a good time.  Beer, cake, snacks, friends….what more could you really want?  I managed to keep myself busy enough that my head didn’t hurt.  I think I prefer hosting parties because it gives me something to do, but I don’t get quite as much time to socialize.  Oh well. 🙂  As the party started to wind down and I sat by the fire and my headache came back in full force.  SUCKED!!!  Stacy and I decided to go lay on the hammock and the dogs couldn’t even wait for us to get in before they jumped on, so we all almost went over.  We laid there for a while, but got cold and Stacy decided to go home and I decided to go to bed.  It was a good night.

Yesterday the festivities continued…we went to see Hancock with Cody and Ron as well as have lunch and a snack.  We walked around the mall a bit after the movie.  Cody is sure growing up.  Brought Zach his Gentleman Jack, how curious that my 18 year old brother in law was the one to get that for Zach.  I’ve decided it’s better for me not to know.  I sure wish he’d move down here.  It would be great to see him more than ever once in a blue moon.

After hanging with the guys, we met up with Zach’s mom, Sue and her husband, Jack, for dinner at Hacienda Colorado.  I still stand by they have the best Chickchanga….but Zach and Sue were not too impressed with their choices.  I barely ate any of mine, so I have it for another day.  This whole not being able to eat drives me crazy.

We got home after nine and I was exhausted….good thing we had today off.  I was able to get my homework done and turned in and Zach cleaned up the house from the party and is now enjoying some video gaming. 🙂

Photos from the weekend and actually from the middle of June can be viewed here.


So much to write about since the 4th, but I’m going to keep this one fairly short, starting with the most recent story.  Maybe I’ll get to the others a bit later.

Yesterday I spent the day working on my homework with the WORST headache in the world.  We’d planned on having movie night last night at 9, but I freaked out in the middle of the week and thought it would be too much work, so instead we decided to have a firepit.  Stacy and Joe were the only ones who made it at first.  We spend a few hours talking about babies and weddings.

Smukler joined us around 11 and Stacy and Joe left shortly after because Joe had an early morning flight.  After a few minutes talking with the boys, I decided I should go to bed.  So I took the dogs inside with me and went to bed.  Took me forever to get to sleep, but then I was sleeping hard.  The phone started ringing.  Towards the end of its rings I woke up and realized for someone to be calling this late it had to be an EMERGENCY.  But by the time I got Guinness out of my way and made it to the phone, it was done ringing, but my cell phone was ringing.  It was downstairs, so I headed that way, the whole time wondering where Zach is.

I get my phone and notice the fire is gone.  I’m in panic mood that something is wrong.  As I’m trying to answer the phone, I go and look out the window.  Zach or some guy, it was really too dark to tell, was waving at me and pointing at the door.

I walk downstairs and he is pointing at the door and saying I locked it or something.  I do NOT remember locking the door.  I opened it and paniced even more, stating over and over that I didn’t do it.  Now my stomach is a mess and Zach is trying to calm me down.  He tells me he tried the front door and it was locked too and he didn’t know what to do.  He is sorry for waking me up.  But I’m freaked out that someone else locked the door and now I’m sick.  I sit in the bathroom for a bit while Zach brings in the stuf from the fire.

When I come out of the bathroom I see the office light on.  I don’t remember turning it on.  Zach says he didn’t.  So more panicing.  I realize I probably turned the light on in my sleep state on the way to the phone.  Which is probably also how the backdoor got locked, just habit.

Poor Zach….got teased for his pregnant wife locking him out and then had to deal with her hesteria over not locking the door and being woke up.  Good thing he is easy going.


A few months ago Zach came to me telling me that Snoop Dogg and 311 were playing at Red Rocks.  He wanted to go.  I like both and had a blast last time I went to a 311 concert.  But that might be because I had had a few drinks and was rolling down the grass in the pouring rain…..oh and the tickets were free.  Who can’t enjoy that?  But I think concerts are more fun in groups….that way you’re never alone in the crowd.

Anyway, a few weeks go by and Zach’s best friend from high school (Josh) and his wife (Jennie) ask if we want to go with them.  We rarely do anything with them, so we decided to join them.  Although I did make Zach get the tickets or we weren’t going.  🙂

So last night we were off to Red Rocks after work.  I, of course, got to be DD.  At the end of the night I told Zach I really don’t mind being DD.  I mean, everytime I have a drink or two I feel terrible and chances are I’ll spend the night by the toilet, I have to eat like crazy and then I have to wait around for someone to be sober enough to drive me and then panic about it the whole drive home.  Much better to not drink and still enjoy myself.

Anyway, I did some research before we went and RedRocks lets you bring plastic and only plastic factory sealed containers, but not alcohlic and food.  So I packed myself a little bag – ice pack, two apple juices, one water and some apples.  I figured that would get me through it.  On our hike up (and yes, for those of you who have never been there, it is a HIKE and then you get to climb like a 100 steps (everytime you have to pee too)), I was slow and winded.  I know I’m out of shape and carrying this baby, but man I felt pathetic.  I wanted to open my drinks so bad, but then I wouldn’t be able to bring them in, so I just held on, but we get to the bottom of a flight of stairs where security is and we are told: NO BOTTLE/CANS OF ANY KIND.  I guess, it was for this concert only, but man I was pissed.  I drank one of my apple juices and let Zach drink my water.  One of my apple juices got thrown away, but I still had my apples.  We got through security and had to hike up the million stairs, we get to our seats just as the first band finishes up and they set up for Snoop.

Zach goes to get me water and gets lost.  Luckily my phone had just enough battery for him to find us…then it died.  After that we learned we were in row 55.  That’s important stuff there….you can easily lose your group and never find them again.

Snoop was great….although if you didn’t know better you’d think he only knows cuss words.  The crowd was excited and into him.  In fact, I think a lot of people came just for him.  Or they got so wasted tailgating before hand that they didn’t last long, because the crowds faded after Snoop – and it was a SOLD OUT crowd…over 9,000 people.  Amazing.  Even more amazing is there were absolutely NO black people.  I felt like we lived in Utah or something.  I’ve never been anywhere in Colorado where I didn’t see a black person, until yesterday.  Well, I guess Snoop was/is black, but he was on stage, that doesn’t really count.

We made a couple trips to the bathroom.  It is cruel.  They make you walk up all the stairs to the top and then you have to go downstairs into the rocks to get to the bathroom and then back up the stairs and down to your seats.  It’s a very vicious cycle.  At least the bathrooms are nice and relatively clean, depending on when you go.  They have someone cleaning the bathrooms all night.

311 was okay, but I was getting tired so I sat most of the time.  Josh and Jennie eventually went to the bathroom and never came back.  We got a text that they were going to the car and would see us there.  I don’t know why Zach and I always outlast everyone else at these things, but we do.  We stayed through the first encore song and started our walk down the stairs, used the bathroom, just in time for the second encore song to be ending.  We decided to leave….the long trek down to the car.  Thankfully, we’d thought ahead and packed some extra water in the car for after the show.  Which after all that walking you really need.

I’m still disappointed by shows now.  Zach says that Switchfoot has just spoiled me, but I think it’s something more.  Or maybe they have.  People go to concerts to her live music, but also because they are fans and want to feel “closer” to the artist.  Why can’t a concert be a combination of a jam session and talking interacting with the crowd?  Both Switchfoot and Bare Naked Ladies do this wonderfully, but 311 never talked to the crowd except to get the to yell one or two times.  I don’t know, I like to get to know the people in the band.   Speaking of Switchfoot…..when are they coming back to Colorado?  It’s almost been two years and I’ve finally talked Zach into coming with me and Stacy….if they keep this up Stacy might be up and married and not living here before they come back… good.


I think that is such a funny word….used for graduations, new baby’s, new jobs, weddings, sometimes even divorces, things you work hard for and things that just fall into your lap, but that is not the subject of my blog today.

I’m just super excited and had to share.  My best friend is now Dr. Susan _________.  I’m so proud of her and in complete awe that I know am practically related to someone with that much schooling. 🙂  I know lots of people who have made this accomplishment, but it’s so much more exciting when that person is practically your sister and you don’t remember life without her.

Susie – Awesome job.  Now come back here so I can help you celebrate! 🙂