Painters Aren't Paid Enough!

I'm not sure how much painter ARE paid, but I'm pretty sure it's not enough. I have just spent the last week painting different areas of Mike's bachelor pad in order to try to fool a potential buyer into believing that it is not, actually, a bachelor pad. While doing this, I have realized the ultimate boredom that is painting. Most everyone knows that the trim is the worst part. Unfortunately, these walls have needed 2-3 coats of trim! So I do as much of the tedious trim work as possible first, in order to give myself large expanses of time where I can roll away with wild abandon in the wide open expanses of wall. (I eat my least favorite parts of dinner first also - I like to save the best for last) My plan with the trim was spoiled though, when I realized that even the rolling part (which also took several coats) was boring to do! I found myself trying to think of as many words/names as I could that ended in -ary. Garry, Larry, Mary, fairy, dairy, cherry, merry (oooh, homonyms are double points!), Jerry, airy, berry, carry, etc. That worked as a diversion for a while, but eventually, I ran out of words. There are only so many letters in the alphabet. In the end, I found myself covered in paint, sweating through my n95 respirator (which I was wearing to protect from paint fumes. This added to my looking completely ridiculous), and singing 80s hair band songs at the top of my lungs. Mike's neighbors loved me, I'm sure. The kitchen made it out of the deal looking much better however, with a new coat of paint. Unfortunately, there is still the rest of the house. And I am sure that painters are not paid enough.

Good food, good friends....good tail??

Well, tomorrow (9/15) is the big day - the 20 week ultrasound! I am ridiculously excited about this, and I say ridiculously because we are not even finding out the sex of the baby! Additionally, it's just a regular 2-D ultrasound (no fancy stuff), but I still can't wait to catch a glimpse of our little bundle! It'll be nice to put a face to the person who's been wiggling around in there. :) I will be sure to post an ultrasound picture as soon as Mike has seen it!
In other news, Mike and I went to a party this weekend, thrown by an out-going graduate class for an incoming graduate class. This class is called Test Pilot School, and it is very prestigious within the Naval community, as well as difficult to be accepted into. Of course then, it only follows that this group of elite pilots and engineers should be able to party their butts off, huh? (yeah, I was surprised too) These guys put the Rugby team at my old University to shame! haha, I will spare you the details, except for one. This particular detail, I felt, was really a defining theme of the evening.
Upon walking to the outdoor area of this party, one nearly ran into a large wooden object. To me, it resembled half of a skateboarding half-pipe, with a big hole in bottom. (I was quickly informed that it was a version of a "tailhook", which is the thing that helps to stop planes landing on an aircraft carrier.) Turns out, the hole was intentional, and the missing piece was a wheeled chair that was placed at the top of the ramp. True to engineer style, this was no normal chair. It had things sticking out all over the place. One of these things was a lever that the rider straddled in order to sit in the chair. The rider then catapulted himself off the top of the ramp, hurled down the ramp, and attempted (often in vain) to pull the lever at the precise moment that would drop a "catch" into the hole at the bottom of the ramp. If the rider's timing was imperfect, he and the chair would then be pitched off the ramp and into the dirt and grass awaiting him. Unfortunately, the kiddie pool that was intended to be placed at the bottom of the ramp for the unsuccessful players of the game sprung a leak and was unable to be used. You may notice that I am using the male pronoun. There is a reason for this. During the entire course of the evening, I did not see ONE female attempt this feat. However, the draw of the game did appear to have an inverse ratio though to the drunkenness of the crowd. The less coordination people had, the more fun it seemed to be to attempt something requiring just that. But that is a question for the ages...

Introductory Blog

Well, after much encouragement from friends, Mike and I have decided to jump on the blogging bandwagon. Believing that everyone else is just as interested in our daily lives as we are, this will give us yet another opportunity to talk about ourselves. :)
This being said, I (Jenny) am sure that I will be the primary Typist in this blogging adventure. If you are reading this, you probably know both of us and are not surprised by this fact!
Sooooooo.......now we're in the big time, eh?!

I will leave you with a picture of The Happy Couple: