when you pee on a stick...

and you see two lines instead of one...

your faces look like this because it means you're having a baby.

a baby boy, to be exact.  the test doesn't tell you that, but we just went

to our 17-week appointment today, and we saw a little something on the

ultrasound monitor that makes us think our little richard has a little richard,

if you know what i mean.

happy and scared to death.  that's how we've been feeling the past 4 months.

and will probably continue to feel some version of those emotions for the

rest of eternity, or so we've heard from many a parent.

holy crap.  we're having a baby.  december 3.

nose bleeds and broken hearts

those are the two things you get when you're a jazz fan.

well, in my experience anyway.

we were lucky enough to go to one of the last regular season jazz games,

when they played the pheonix suns and won their spot in the playoffs.  those

tickets were scored in a roundabout way from a kindly jerk (yes, they do exist)

who i've never actually met, but work with at weber state.

long story short:  a mutual friend of ours asked me if i'd like some jazz tickets,

i said, "uh, duh," and he said, ok well let's make this a group date and you get your

friend to go with my friend (who had the tickets).  i said ok because when i asked

her she was thrilled, but the jerk never contacted her and so he ended up ruining the

whole situation, but felt bad enough to still give me his tickets.  they were dateless,

but we had a great time.

starting with dinner.  we ate at the california pizza kitchen, where we

ordered some pizza that came with habanero pepper salsa that was

far too spicy for my liking.  richard, however, loved it.  so i dared him

to eat all of it.  he said no.  so i double dog dared him.  and just like that time

he fell in the pond at the mortuary, he rose to the challenge.  i bet him

anything in the world that he wanted, and he began.

that bowl of salsa was completely full, and i had maybe half a spoonful.

he ended up finishing it.  not without pain (for the next couple of days), i

might add.  the only restriction on the "anything in the world" prize was that

he had to decide what he wanted that night.  the salsa must have fried his

brain because he chose new socks.  anyway, it was fun to watch.

besides the fact that the guy sitting behind richard spit all over the back of

his head and neck (imagine homer simpson), we had a great time.

it was close enough to be exciting, and they won, of course.  we barely

made the train home, but it was worth it.

another season of nose bleeds and broken hearts is behind us.

but that's what we penny-pinching, die-hard jazz fans are used to.

i'm keeing my fingers crossed for next season...just like i have

my entire life.

a blast from the past

is what we experienced the night the porter girls went to see

titanic in 3d.  i don't usually like 3d, but i pretty much reverted

back to the twelve year-old girl who would do anything

for leonardo dicaprio, so i loved it this time around.

we reminisced about a four year-old chelsa, who knew exactly what numbers on

the vcr meant she had to push stop, fast forward, and then play to skip the

nudie-boobie scenes on our vhs copy of the film those 13 years ago.  wasn't titanic

every tyke's favorite movie, right along with the boz?

sarah and chelsa had a running commentary, so it was a good thing that i

wasn't right next to them.  i really did love it as much as i did the first seven

times i saw it in theaters with syrie bennington in sixth grade. 

so what, i was the only one who cried.  ok, sobbed.

i still think that the door was big enough for both of them, dammit.

it certainly was a girls night of titanic proportions.