Seis Puerqueños

Two Saturdays ago Aaron who had a week’s worth of beard growth and says to me:

“Can I wear a handlebar moustache to church tomorrow?”

(Thinking)

“Ok, but only if you wear it to your new job on Monday”

Sunday morning Aaron comes up from the shower with a moustache. Sort of. Some of his hair is pretty light on his face, so it is kind of weak looking. We laugh, but he decides to go with it anyway. No one really says anything (except my family) but it’s quite funny.

Monday comes and he keeps his part of the deal. First day of work, sweet scary moustache. And do you know what you do on the first day of work? That’s right, get your photo ID:

A couple days later he mentioned it to the other guys at work, telling them it was an inside joke, and they all seemed to be kinda relieved. Also he just told me that they ordered a coney island pizza at work, complete with hotdogs, chili, and mustard. Bleck.

P.S. We totally did stretch with noodles like that.

P.P.S. I am totally going to rename our class “H2O Hotties” That was a stroke of genius I just had.

Today at my midwife appointment she listened to my little fetus’s heartbeat and declared that it sounded good and was “a happy baby”. I’m not really sure that heartbeat and happiness are directly correlated, but I was glad she thought so. I also think most of you think I’m having my baby at home, as I am using a midwife, but I should point out that I’m not, I’m having it at a birthing center (near the hospital so everyone can calm down a little). My belly is starting to stick out a bit more every day, I will try to remember to take a picture of it later tonight. Also my jeans are about done with, especially when they come right out of the wash.

Aaron and I went through Canada back into Washington to a place called Point Roberts (in case you want to see why on earth we did that, mapquest Seattle to Point Roberts and you will laugh at how they drew the border, and how we had to go through double customs) to look at a sailboat we are considering purchasing. I liked it a lot but Aaron mostly saw projects he would have to do on it. But I almost always like the first one of anything I find (cars, shoes, etc), not wait to see 3 or 33 more, so it was no shocker. We will be looking at some more this weekend. That was a really round about way of saying we are trying to seriously buy a sailbot. A big one. So you can go sailing with us. If you meet us in Fiji that is.

Turns out Aaron is a ninja at work, because you were probably anxiously waiting to know. He seems to enjoy his job so far, even if they like meetings (or at least have them) a bit too much. He is getting acquainted with the ways of ninja life, including learning their card games at lunch and learning all about the famous Kamal burger, which is apparently so famously named after a co-worker. He also has become quite skilled at taking the bus with his handy new bus pass, which is good since his truck is quite ill. Does anyone want to buy a truck by the way?

Lastly returning to my happy baby, we will hopefully be finding out if Aaron is right about it being a boy 5 weeks from today. I practically had to beg them to do it “that early”, it was rough. I thought 20 weeks was standard??? I almost had to tell her I would go to the ultrasound clinic and do it sooner if they wouldn’t, but I didn’t have to get that tough. Billie suggested I go to the mall, like they have in Utah, but sadly they only have ultrasound clinics here, no mall walk-ins. Also, have any of you ever gotten the 4D videos of your baby? I think I am kind of creeped out by them. Thoughts?

But I think my baby just started poking me. I’ll let you know if I was totally wrong. I guess they say normally not until 16 or so weeks, and me only being almost 14, but I’m pretty sure I’m getting kicked at. Well, more like someone is poking me slowly from the inside out. It’s kinda fun.

I was thinking yesterday about something real stupid I did a week or so ago and thought maybe you wanted to laugh at me about it. Aaron and I were out to dinner with some single friends who are looking for soulmates, and Aaron was telling them what his list of requirements in finding a girlfriend/wife was (before he met me of course). He was listing things like: “short, surfer, smart, blond” then right after blond he says “mexican”. We all laugh and then I practically shout (it was a loud restaurant) “since when do you like mexicans?” And proceed to look up and see 3 beautiful latina women at the next table getting up to leave. Of course one heard me, and gave me a good stare down, then said something to her friend, who then proceeded to give me dirty looks. And I wanted real bad to start talking to them in Spanish (although would that have helped?) and explain what we were talking about. But I didn’t. And I was kind of ashamed. The end.

Kelsey and I decided that we wanted to get our Amateur Radio (“Ham”) licenses for when we go sailing so we can call home (or anywhere else) when we’re thousands of miles from land.

We’d attended part 1 of a class on Thursday night, but skipped the second part on Friday and had dinner with her mom (Gulash) and hung out with friends afterward since we wouldn’t be able to take the exam in Issaquah since we’d be in Montana.

We’d both taken practice exams online at eham.net on Friday and passed on our first try. A look on arrl.org showed that there was a test in Kalispell, and my dad was also interested in becoming a Ham. Monday night we drove 1 1/2 hours to Kalispell with my dad and Christine. She went just to eat at the Chinese buffet, but we went to take our Amateur Radio Technician license tests. We also ate at the Chinese buffet.

We all passed. Dad missed 1 question and the administrators asked if he wanted to take the General exam (the next level of Ham radio license). I missed 2, and Kelsey scraped by despite having the hardest test questions, including areas we hadn’t studied. She was worried, but didn’t need to be.

She’d been talking about getting a “vanity” call sign, similar to a vanity license plate. At class, we learned that we could, and that our region code was KE7. She hoped to get “KE7FOX” and I suggested “KE7SEY” — her name with the L as an upside down 7. It’s only $14 to get a vanity call sign, and as everyone knows, you have to have a cool call sign when talking on the radio.

Since Ham radio is more regulated than CB, cool names like “smokey”, “bandit”, or “maverick” weren’t an option, and you’re going to have to have a number.
Unless you pay for a vanity call sign, you get assigned a sequential series of numbers and letters. A quick search discovered that KE7FOX was taken, and we were told in class that KE7- was used up and that new call signs would start KF7-.

We’d have to wait until we passed the test and get sequential call signs before Kelsey could trade hers in on a vanity call sign. I decided I could make due with whatever I was given, but hoped for something easy to remember.

It turns out that KE7- wasn’t used up yet, so we got KE7 call signs. My dad found out this morning at qrz.com that his license had been processed and his call sign was “KE7SXW.” Mine is KE7SXX and Kelsey is KE7SXY.

She decided that she doesn’t need a vanity call sign after all.

So, I have learned to crochet twice in my life. The first time was the first time when I lived in Ecuador and I managed to make a crochet thong bikini. The next time was in Bellevue from a girl on craigslist who wanted to start a crochet group. I started making just a rectangle to practice and then turned it into something I called a cat sweater, even if it was nothing like unto a sweater for a cat. Fast forward a year and I am here in Montana going through my boxes and come across said cat sweater. Since my cat is living here, today she got to try it on. And look how fabulous she looks. The best part was how she thought there was something heavy on her back and did this weird low walk/crawl across the floor. P.S. I am only sort of a freak.

My little diva:

She has all the good traits of a model, strange walk, grumpy face, and whines a lot.