Being Bellingham

Our first venture to Bellingham was an adventure. We didn't have much opportunity to enjoy the city beyond it's residential offerings. After two non-stop days of looking for a place to live (there are actually entire societies out there that survive without fences), we found a GREAT place to live, with a nice, grassy backyard for Satchmo. And, as of a few hours ago, it is officially ours!

Here are some shots of our trip:

We went to a trendy little pizza place downtown and got "The Spuddy":a pizza with bacon, chives, sour cream, barbeque sauce, and a potato sauce. I don't know how a potato sauce comes about, but it was pretty awesome, and something that I think Rodney would totally dig. Because Washington has enough trees for everyone to hug, Bellingham is a very eco-friendly city. Everything in this pizza place is completely compostable. All of the to-go cartons and utensils are completely made of corn! Crazy. Then we went for ice cream at Mallards, the downtown hipster hangout. It's Leatherby's all grown up... with massive dredlocks. It can never be Leatherby's but, then again, Leatherby's can never have dredlocks.
And that's our new house!!!

Two years ago...

at about this time, I was sitting in a labor room watching Rodney eat hospital food because Stacy was 18 months pregnant and not interested in eating it herself. Until about noon o' clock I was looking forward to what I thought would be a day full of Arrested Development, sporadic pauses to let Stacy know she was having a contraction, and at the end of the day, a baby. In just over an hour we will have found out that Stacy was going in, Nathan was coming out, and that all of our lives would be changed forever. At 12:51 I'll probably get a bit teary-eyed. Oh, I guess 10:50 is as good a time as any.


Happy Birthday, Nathan. We thank God everyday for the blessing that he's given us in you.

And may I say, AHHHHHH
For those who may have missed the sky-writing, I no longer like my job. The past few months, in particular, have completely erased my memory of any silver linings.

I get to start my day talking to vendors that have dropped the ball on delivering furniture and are talking fast to keep business. I spend the middle parts of my day scheduling/ having meetings with vendors that either lie or talk to me like I'm stupid. Then, I get to wrap up my day by explaining to an appliance company that no, I didn't ask to pick up the stove. Why would I have negotiated for free delivery if I was going to pick up the stove and not have you deliver it?
Then, just as I'm seeing the light at the end of the daily tunnel (not to be confused with the Daily Double), I get to talk to a slimy car salesman who, again, talks to me like I'm an idiot. So the day comes full circle. The bonus? The sexist joke the salesman wraps up with.

Do you think "overabundance of misery" sets a good tone for a resignation letter?