Life so far...

a picture for all my fans :)

(the following was written from Corban's perspective by his mom - his fingers are a little small to type efficiently)

Once upon a time I was nice and warm all the time, nobody was poking or prodding me and I was getting food and everything I needed continuously. Then everything started getting kinda cramped in there and I was getting smooshed pretty regularly too. It was getting kinda annoying. So, I decided that maybe I should change positions - I had been hanging out upside-down for quite awhile. So, I put my feet down and was still getting the squeeze pretty regularly and it felt like it was getting worse! What the heck!

After a few hours of this (so my mom tells me) all of the sudden someone grabbed hold of my legs and pulled me out of my cozy little space. I peed all over them. Then they gave a final yank and out came my head! I let out a pretty good little scream and a few people grabbed me and rubbed me all over with a blanket and then this big guy - now I know him as my papa - came and started talking to me and holding my hand and that calmed me down pretty good. They wrapped me up - which was nice since it was pretty cold - and then papa carried me over to mama and I got to say hi and get my first kisses. There was some more people looking me over and saying that I was pretty healthy and all that... and then we were finally in our room as a family. Mom looked pretty dang tired but that didn't stop me from asking for a meal right away. She and I make a pretty good team as far as this meal thing goes... That day I got to meet my grandparents (mom's parents), uncle Seth, aunt Ashley, Dusty, Bethany, Emily, Kyle, Maddox, Andi, Ethan, Tre and Kelly... it was good but all that social interaction really wore me out!

That night the nurse lady said that my breathing was too fast so she took me out of our room and I went to stay a couple days with the nurses who poked me and hooked me up to all kinds of beeping machines. They were really annoying (the machines). My mom and papa came to visit me a lot and I was introduced to even more people - but they couldn't pick me up and hold me much because of all the wires and beeping machines. The nurses were really nice and they at least felt bad when they had to poke me! On Thursday (not that I know what day it was but my mom says...), really early in the morning (not that I know what mornings are, but my mom says...) they brought mom to me again and this time they let her try to feed me and since we did so good they started unhooking the machines from me! Yeah mom! After a few more successful feedings they said we could go home (not that I know where home was, but my mom said...). We finally came home and my papa's parents came with us. It was great to get to spend some time with them and it was good to have my parents around all the time!

Now we have been at this feeding, sleeping, changing me routine for over a week (at home) I am getting used to it. My mom still looks tired, I don't know why, I let her sleep for a few hours at a time! I guess that is all to say for now... if you have any questions for me, just let me know!

Enter: Corban Michael Stickler

Hello!
I write to you now, from the other side. That's right, after 9 full months of anticipation we have crossed over the line from being pregnant to being full time parents :)

Corban Michael was born on 6/2/2008 at 11:40am and weighed 7 lbs and 9 ozs, was 19.25 inches long and his head was 14 inches around.


Why has it taken me so long to update? Well, Im going to use the age-old excuse "I've been a little busy!"

I am starting to get the hang of some of this parenting stuff (nursing, sleeping, nursing, sleeping, etc) but it all still seem a little sureal. Here is how it all unfolded if you haven't had the story yet.

It was early Monday morning (like 5:30am) and Micah's alarm went off so he could get ready for work. Neither of us really wanted to go back to work after the weekend of anticipation (Corban's due date had been on May 31st and although we knew that it wasn't likely for him to be born on that day, we allowed ourselves to hope!) Anyway, June 2nd, a Monday was staring us in the face and so he got ready for work and I laid in bed thinking about how strong these contractions seemed. I sort of timed a few but nothing official and as he was close to leave the house I requested that he have his cell phone on and near him for the day. He was concerned and asked if he should go to work - I assured him that I would rather he go to work than stay home in case they were "false" labor. But I was definitely feeling these contractions more than I had at any other time during the pregnancy. So, he went to work (about 7:00)

I got up and took a shower and thought that it might slow them down if it was false labor... well, again, with no clock, I sort of timed them and they seemed to be coming closer together, but the hot water made them a little less uncomfortable. I eventually got out of the shower (I'm known for taking long showers and using up all the hot water :) and decided to go and "officially" try to time these suckers. Micah had found a program online for timing contractions where you just hit the start button when they start and the stop button when they are over... so I started doing that and they were about a minute long and about 3 -5 minutes apart. And standing and sitting (cause I was trying to make myself a smoothie while timing the contractions) was getting more and more painful - not just uncomfortable. Lua tried to help me by licking my face while I was doubled over or laying on the floor a couple of times... that was when I called and asked Micah to come home.

By the time he got home I had made, drank and puked the smoothie that I wanted - so much for having any food in my stomach for the day (which turned out to be a huge blessing!) The contractions had also gotten much stronger and I was really feeling them in my lower back and some of them seemed to be only contracting on my right side. I thought that was weird but didn't know what it could mean. Around 9:00 we finally decided to go to the hospital and find out if this was the real thing or not. My water did not break but these were close together and life was getting more and more serious (if you know what I mean). So we packed up - I should say, Micah packed up the final stuff and got it all in the car and we headed out to Portland! Of course I was going into labor during high traffic time, but it didn't end up being too bad and we made it to the hospital with no problem (glad we filled the tank the night before :)

When we got there we had to find the maternity ward - we had never made the time to go and get a tour - partially because we had been there before to visit friends with new babies. So, after walking around and gripping walls and breathing and what not (I'm sure the hospital people are used to seeing this sort of thing - but I'm not used to doing this sort of thing...) All this time Micah was coaching me through the breathing and telling me to relax my muscles and all that - he was doing a great job of keeping me calm and focused and rubbing my back and stuff. I love my husband!!

We got to the maternity ward and since we were preregistered they took us back to a room to get "checked". The nurse, Beth, asked me if I was hoping to go natural or if I was wanting any pain killers, etc. I told her that I hoped to do this all natural, but that I realized that sometimes things change... I was flexible. She checked me and she never actually said if I was dilated or not, but said, "hmmm, that's not a head" and I think I probably gave her a crazy lady stare and said "what do you mean it isn't a head?". My Doctor had assured me during the last 4-5 appointments that he was head down and ready to go - so this was a little surprising! She said that she needed a Dr. to confirm and left for a little bit - she came back with a midwife and the midwife checked me and then went and got an ultra-sound machine to check me that way as well. She confirmed that it was not ahead, but it was our little man's shin. He had, during the contractions, flipped and was now breech. I was a little shocked but didn't know exactly what that meant (oh, keep in mind that I was going through painful contractions this whole time as well!). The midwife said that this meant that we were most likely going to need a C-section because they are hesitant to try to turn a breech baby while labor is already going. So, she said that the surgeon and my doctor would give me their recommendation... and then they left for a little bit. We were letting that news soak in when the surgeon came in (my doctor was on her way to the hospital) and used the ultra-sound machine to see what position he was in. He said that it would be a C-section and at this point the pain that I was feeling was getting pretty hard. I said "okay, when?" and they said that they could get me into surgery by 11:30am (it was about 10:45am at the time). Micah started calling parents and a few other people to have them pray and get on the road to meet their grandson, etc. We agreed to move forward with the C-section even though my Dr. wasn't there yet - and then there was a SWARM of people coming in and out of my room explaining things and getting signatures and asking questions. It was incredible how fast it all happened from there. The drugs started coming in (to stop the contractions and the antibiotics that I needed because I tested positive for Strep B (pretty common)... Micah was in and out of the room making phone calls. And when we finally had a moment for just the two of us to talk we didn't really know what to say - but I could tell that this was affecting him just as much as me (a little scared). I don't remember what we said to each other - but we just held hands and waited for me to be wheeled out to the O.R.

When they wheeled me out to the O.R. we passed (although I didn't notice it) Tim Ootman (spelling?) - they were waiting to adopt a little girl that was being born and we ran into them several more times while we were in the hospital. That was a cool little blessing.

Micah joined me in the O.R. - wearing scrubs - after they had moved me to the operating table, numbed me from the armpits down (a spinal block) and they were ready to start the surgery. He got to hold my hand and neither of us could see what was happening (they put up a sheet to block it from us). The anesthesiologist also sat right by my head to explain what was happening and make sure that I was numb only in the places that were intended, etc. They were all very nice and we were actually having conversation and making jokes and such during the surgery. A few minutes later we hear our little boy cry (after he had peed all over the place :) and I looked over to the side of the room and saw our son for the first time as they cleaned him up. Micah went and met him and held his hand while they cleaned him up. They bundled him up and brought him close to me so that I could see him and kiss his face... but I couldn't hold him right away because there wasn't a way for me to hold him (although my arms and hands were not numb). They stiched me up and a few minutes later they were wheeling me back to the room. The whole thing took about 30 minutes (from wheeling me out to wheeling me back in) and Corban was rolled into the room right behind me. THEN I got to hold him there began "recovery".

Corban Michael Stickler was totally healthy and we were so happy to be through the "delivery" part and a little overwhelmed to consider that we were now parents!

More about our hospital stay to come. (We need to leave for Bible study now!)

What to say?

So, what do you say when there are so many things that you COULD say - but none of them seem quite right? I have learned to try to say nothing because my tendency is to say a lot.

Specifically this pertains to the youth ministry... well, I don't really even want to talk about that.

Let's see. What can I blog about?

Well, anybody else got something exciting going on?

Nessie is making me look bad!

So, my dear friend Nessie Knizley is making me look like a slacker when it comes to blogging. How the heck do you have time to take all of those pics, post them, make lots of comments on THREE different blogs!?!?!

I want to apologize to my readers... I'm sorry that I haven't kept you updated so much on my daily happenings. Here is an attempt to go back in time to tell you what life has been like in recent months.

Mon - Fri 8-5:30ish... I sit at the desk in our den and click and type and talk. I get up once in a while to let the dog in or out or to get a drink or to go pee (which has been getting a lot more frequent due to our little man bouncing on his head on my bladder!)

• Monday nights I try to accomplish things - Micah goes to class for his Masters

• Tuesday nights we sometimes hang out with the Ahrendt's while watching Idol (which I'm slightly disappointed in this year)

• Wednesday night Micah is at class again and I spend the evening with high school kids at our youth group - I love them but always walk away pretty tired and thought provoked.

• Thursday night (every other week) we go to a Bible study on the Holy Spirit... it has been really good and I'm so glad that we joined. On the "off" weeks we hang out or try to get stuff done.

• Fridays is like the beginning of a vacation - every week. I love Friday nights! (This Friday night our church is having a "variety show" - like a talent show or something) and that is always a lot fun and it will probably be the last event that we hold in our old church building!!

• Saturdays vary greatly. But we usually go to church on Sat. night - I have been doing nursery 1 time per month but I have backed out of that until sometime in the future because I need to be careful doing all of that bending over, picking up kids, playing on the floor... I'm now EIGHT MONTHS pregnant!

• Sundays we sleep in and relax and at some point during the day I get the house and myself (heart and mind) ready to lead the H.S. girls Bible study.

Monday... it starts all over :)

I am done with monthly and bi-weekly doctor appointments and now get to visit my awesome doc weekly! She is so great at answering my questions and I feel like we are friends (that only get about 20 minutes to talk and I have to pay to see her... LOL

As far as our little boy: He is growing (which means I'm looking more pregnant) at the normal pace, he gets hiccups pretty regularly (at least daily - is that normal? AND does anyone know how babies get hiccups? I thought you had to be breathing air to get hiccups??? This puzzles me and I keep forgetting to ask my Doc.) He kicks me (almost always on my right side - so I think his butt is on the left) and is head down and sitting pretty low according to the doc.

I am still (barely) below my highest weight ever! Funny huh? I gained about 30 pounds my first year away from home - because I LIVED on pasta all day long, every day. Literally, I don't remember buying any fruit or veggies during the time I lived in North Bend. Anyway, I am still just below that (although I think I will pass it up in the next week or two) and I am still not BIG enough for anyone's opinion. I think Nessie and I have the opposite problem in this area. AND I have to say that I am praising God because I think that being "small" pregnant is probably the best thing for my back issues. I haven't had any back issues during my whole pregnancy - PRAISE GOD - and thank you for any prayers you said on my behalf about this.

Nursery pictures:


Pictures of me:
Peek-a-boo! There are my feet :)

Five Years

Where were you five years ago?

I was probably trying to get last minute details all together for the "big day"... That's right, Micah and I will have FIVE years under our belts. Five years of marriage. Five years. That is so weird! Like we have finally joined the ranks of people that have been married long enough to act like we "get it" or something... I know that people who have been married for 10 or 20 or 30 + years think that 5 years is not much. But... POO on you. I'm excited about our 5 years!

Anyway, I just wanted to say that I absolutely adore my husband. He is such a wonderful, loving, caring guy and I have honestly learned to appreciate our differences as well. God knew what He was doing when He introduced us. I think I have grown and learned more about God in the last 7 years (since Micah and I have been together) than in any other part of my life. Marriage is not simple or easy - but my husband has made it such a joy. I have the best hubby ever :)

Calling all those with opinions!

So, I am a planner. Sometimes I plan too much, sometimes I forget to plan. I am going to have a baby in a couple of months (end of May or beginning of June). I am struck by the reality that I really can't plan for everything. But that fact makes me even more determined to plan everything that I CAN!

This brings me to my point. I am working on planning stuff to take to the hospital. I have lists from a few different places - but what I'm wondering is:
What would be essential if it was you? I don't care if you have had kids before or if you just have ideas or friends that have told you stories or whatever... just tell me your ideas!


This was taken 3/23/2008

In other news: If you want to know what my Dr. appointments are like - you can go to the Knizley blog and read her account - that pretty much covers it. Although I have to say that the glucose test wasn't bad at all... the stuff I drank was like a small bottle of sprite. Not nearly as bad as I assumed it was going to be!

I am watching Jeapordy... did I spell that right? (I guess that tells you how well I will do)

Other things I am planning or not planning:
- I am hoping for certain things during labor (like no pain and very little work - HA HA HA!) but I am not really "planning" it - because it seems that most people with a plan end up being disappointed.
- How my first month after LimaBean enters the world will look.
- How we will pay for things like health ins. for the little guy, diapers, etc.
- How I will go back to work successfully
- How Micah can help with stuff around the house
- Who should come to visit, when?
Etc.

I am doing pretty well at not letting all of this stuff get to me. I am able to trust that God has a plan. I know that it will not be easy - but we are so excited about all of the adventure that is ahead of us!

Remember, I want your opinion on what to take to the hospital!!! Please respond.

Progress Report

So, I'm getting bigger - but apparently I move too fast to get a good picture :)

For all of you out there that needed to see the progress, now you have it!

I will blog again, later.

Yeah! I'm getting FAT!

I took a picture right after we found out that I am pregnant - but that was on our old camera - and it doesn't want to work anymore... so just imagine that I was slightly slimmer (although not as slim as I would like).


Here is Nov. 20th














Here is January 23rd (21 weeks)








Our little boy is making more noticeable movements and is obviously getting bigger!

Thanks for checking in :)

Sorry to be so morbid... but its real.

So, I was thinking today while I was frustrated with my wonderful husband. "What really matters?" "What would I regret if I knew I was going to die tomorrow?"

What would I change about my life?

I want to live to the fullest and I don't want to regret anything!

I want to look back on my life and remember a lot of loving and a lot of laughing... maybe even some crying. I don't want to remember the hours I have spent being annoyed with people I love (brothers, parents, my husband, and friends all fall into that category). I want my heart to be full of joy as I recall events that could have been hard but that turned out really well. I don't want to wish I hadn't stressed out so much. I don't think I will care about how hilarious some TV shows are or how long it takes for the truck to defrost. I probably won't think about how I prefer Oregon to Washington as far as gas services - because I want to sit in my car and listen to my radio while someone else pumps the fuel.

God has given me so many good gifts:

These are just a couple of the blessings in my life (my hubby and our dog).

And yet... even as I write this blog I feel lethargic and bored... I'm watching TV because I can't think of something else to do (other than housework).

So, what do you want to remember? What do you know you will regret? or at least forget?

We'rehavin'ababyitsaboy.

Boy oh Boy! It's a boy! No doubt. He is not shy about showing off the family jewels :)

We had our ultra sound today to find out if we are having a boy or a girl... I had never committed to what I thought it was, but I just couldn't imagine that it was a girl. I assumed that it was just because I really wanted to have a boy first (older brother, etc) - I am not one to believe in premonitions... but who knows. Now that I said that, it sounds like I'm the Monday morning quarterback (ya know, like hindsight is 20/20).

Anyway - we are both so excited!

AND... I just had a phone call from my future sister-in-law... that's right! Nate proposed to Heather and they will be getting married in summer of 2009!! I'm very happy for them - we all love Heather and will be glad for her to officially be a part of the family :)

January 4th, 2008

Tomorrow, I will (once again) go through the wonderful experience of filling my bladder (now more squished than before) and having someone push around on it! Yeah!

Actually, I am really excited about tomorrow's ultra sound because we will be seeing so much more than the really early one that we had at 8 weeks. I can't wait to find out if we are having a boy or a girl - to see their little arms and legs moving around - to see Micah seeing all of this... we are both excited.

Too be continued...
(I need sleep right now - we got back from Kona, HI today and the flight was a red-eye, so I am running on approximately 4 hours of sleep? Not enough at all.

Hobbies of yours...

I decided a while ago that it would be good to have a hobby. But, I can't figure out what to take up as a hobby. I would like it to be something that is easy, cheap, fun, productive (useful), can be done on the couch while watching T.V., Lua won't destroy it, I am good at it, and maybe Micah would want to do it too. Anybody have any ideas? I'm trying not to be too picky :)

What do you do with your "spare" time?

Micah doesn't read my blog...

I just thought you should all know. I still love him. Do you read your spouses blog?

Your mom.

Pretty soon... that will mean something very different to me. When I can snuggle my own little guy or girl and say "who loves you?... Your mom." :) This makes me chuckle.

So, if you haven't heard through the blog-vine, I am pregnant! Micah and I are so excited!!

I have really started to savor things that I know will be changed:
Sleep, whenever I want.
Shower, whenever I want.
Go to the store, whenever I want.
Etc. ( I know there is a lot more - but I don't want to go on and on...)

Basically, being a good parent requires you to think less about you, a lot less. What a huge lesson that God has been working in me for as long as I can remember... and it is coming to the biggest test that I may ever face. God, help me to lean on you - and to trust your way more than my own.

In my NOW, what I am dealing with is a constant reminder of the blessing that we have been given. Everytime my stomach aches or feels like it is about to reject food that has been or is being eaten... I am reminded. God has blessed us with something so precious! Lord help me not to take it for granted!

Glory

I have been trying to figure out how I could give glory to God. In general. And for specific things that He has done in my life.

For starters: God has answered some big prayers for Micah and I. These were not easy prayers that you pray and then forget about until you see an answer. These were in many ways, prayers that were on our hearts and minds constantly for the last few months. So, do we owe glory to ourselves for praying so persistantly? NO. I know that I deserve no glory for any of the time that I stressed and doubted and struggled in trusting God to do what we were hoping He would do. God would be worthy of this same glory - if He had answered with a "no" or a "wait". My circumstances don't affect what He is in character.

Giving God glory on my blog or my myspace or in conversations seems to be the only ways I can think of.

So, Glory to God for caring for us so much and for continually blessing us - and Glory to God for being the Creator, Father, Saviour, Gracious God that He is!!

How do you give glory to God?

Freedom.

After a discussion that we had at work today I was contemplating freedom. I'm not talking about American freedoms... like freedom of speech and all that. I'm talking about freedom to be REAL. Do you ever wish that you didn't have the pressures of expectation weighing on you? Do you know that you don't have to feel those pressures?

This is sort of a personal revelation for me... or maybe a re-revelation, since it isn't an entirely new thought to me. I have been given freedom in Christ to be who I am and to grow into what He created me to be. The way that plays out is astonishing to me! God wants me to take RISK - with my heart, my "self-esteem"(whatever that is), my ideas, my passions - If I never take risk, what kind of faith am I demonstrating? Well, the way I figure it is, that if I live a safe life I have not trusted God. When I do something that I KNOW I can do, I'm trusting in me, my ability. When I try to do something that I don't know if I can do (or I know I CAN'T do) I am trusting that God will guide me or miraculously give me what I need. This will seem foolish to the world - but isn't that what we are supposed to seem like to them? We have been set free to love with no boundaries and to bring glory to God!

So, how do I apply this (because I hate theories that mean nothing in real life)? Ideas? Or, how would you apply it in your own life?

what bwings us togever today...

Actually.. this is referring to Saturday. 07/07/07 will be a day of celebrating the love and commitment of our friends, Tre' & Kelly. I've been thinking about it a lot over the last few days and I just wanted to say: I love (emotionally) love (Biblical). I'm not always good at it, in fact, I'm often all of the things that LOVE is NOT: impatient, unkind, envious, proud, self-seeking, easily angered, tallying wrongs, bored with truth and excited about evil, and I don't ALWAYS protect, trust, hope or persevere. What is so amazing is that regardless of all of my failings - other people choose to love ME! Namely, Micah. I am constantly confused and amazed and thankful to realize that at the same time I was being unkind, he is loving me. During my anger, he is patient. While I am selfish he gives me more than I deserve. He helps me to see when I am more excited about evil than about truth. He enjoys protecting me whether it is from spiders or from my own negative thoughts. He hopes when I am losing hope.

Paul had a point when he said that marriage would distract us.. but I would argue that I have been refined more through marriage than through any other event or relationship in my life. Marriage calls you to lay aside self like nothing else. I don't have kids so I don't know, but it seems that with your child you are compelled to give. With your spouse, you make the choice, over and over and over and over and over. It comes naturally in certain things that maybe match your giftings or your personality... but otherwise it is not simple - that is why we VOW to do it. "I do" is a present tense - ACTION. Do you take this person to be your spouse? Is not, the same as: Do you feel emotionally in love with this person and will you try to be nice to them? It is: a question of whether or not you will put in the actions... regardless of your feelings.

TO: Tre' & Kelly
not that you have time to read this right now, but, I pray that as the wedding comes and goes you will continue to take action in your love. That your friends will be an encouragement and accountability to you in your relationship. I pray that when you struggle with differences or problems that you would take it to God, together and as individuals. I pray that your love would be a blessing to those around you and a testimony of God's grace and love. I pray that you would live many years loving and learning together. I ask that God would put you in jobs and living situations that you will be used and stretched beyond what you thought you could do. I pray for hearts that always stay soft and ready to grow.

We are so excited to be a part of your wedding... and to be your friends...

working from the airport

So, I am leaving for Reno today - for a business trip. Some find it hard to believe that someone would go to Reno for business and not really for pleasure. I will get to hang out with the people I work with (which will be fun) and with my in-laws (which will be fun).. but it doesn't replace being home with my husband and our dog. I had to be dropped off early (like 6:50am) even though my flight doesn't leave until 11-ish. So, I find myself with some time to kill, a laptop and free wireless internet. I can't work because it won't let me connect to my work server (why? I have no idea).

Have you ever watched "What Not To Wear" on TLC? I have recently become an addict. I love to watch this show. I don't know if it is because I learn anything or because it makes me feel a little better about my wardrobe when I see what some people wear! I don't want to be really shallow or too focused on clothing but it really does make a difference on how you portray yourself to other people AND in how you feel about yourself. So, I set out to find myself a pant suit that I could wear to work functions.. Mind you that I don't have a $5,000 shopping budget like the victims on this show. I find that I am cheap. I know that if I went in to a store like Nordstrom or Macy's or something I would find much nicer clothing and it would not only fit better but it would probably last longer. But hey! How long do trends really last? So.. I go to see if I can find even just a cute jacket (blazer type without the huge shoulder pads) but alas, my shoulders are too wide, or my arms are too long or they only have Hot Pink. So, I am discouraged and at the same time, I don't really care! It is a wierd job that I have - I work from home. I can wear whatever I want MOST of the time - THEN every once in a while I will need to look really nice for work. So, I feel silly spending too much money on clothes I won't have reason to wear most of the time.. get it?

Wow. I can't believe that I just went off like that about clothing. What was I saying? Oh, I don't think I have blogged about our new house! I love it! If you haven't been there yet, I am so excited to show it off! Our dog also loves the new place because she gets to be inside with use - she is so helpful in the kitchen. Not. (I couldn't resist)

I don't know what I was going to blog about when I started this - but I think I should stop because it is feeling really random. God Bless!

Married without children - Friday nights...

I appreciate the input from my friends with children (last blog entry) - I wish we got to see them more often!!

I am not in the same place in life though.. we sometimes sit around (probably even on Friday nights) and watch our dog. She is so cute! So, what about people that are in my station in life. Married without children. What is a normal Friday night? (not that "normal" really exists)

I just want to make sure that I'm not missing out on some amazing part of life that I won't be able to partake of AFTER we have kids.. Insight from any of you without kids? Even if you aren't married..

Friday night and feeling like I should be working..

This font is Trebuchet.. what is that?

So, I am watching TV but I feel like I should be doing something more productive.. like packing, or working. For the next week I will be packing and working.. packing and working.. I should say working and packing.. working and packing. Mostly working - is what I should be doing.

What are you doing on Friday night?

I'm wondering if I'm a normal 26 year old married woman.. should I be out, doing something exciting?

Tell me about your most recent Friday night.. I'm curious.