the adventures of megan and bobby

my husband, the crepe face.

2009-11-11T09:29:00.003-07:00

sunday morning it was decided that crepes would be the breakfast of champions.

and bobby, he is a champion.

so even though he does bite stunningly impressive holes in his crepes, this post isn't really about that.

its about how he loves his tools, and loves a reason to use them even more.

while i was pouring and flipping these this little cakes. the husband decided that he was going to officially hang the calendar (yes we know it is november) that had previously been stuck up with layers of tape and fallen many times.

so up the hook went, and then we realized that the little hole on the calendar was dinky, and not going to work with the hook. and we also realized a serious lack of hole punches in our residence.

then he said, "guess i'll have to go get the dremel."

yes, we own a dremel, and no hole punch.

and he proceeded to dremel a larger hole in the calendar. power tools on paper.

yep, that's my man.

ways/reasons to tell someone you are pregnant...

2009-11-04T17:45:00.003-07:00

because i started crying spontaneously
because bobby doesn't want to go to a football game and leave me home feeling like poop
passing a note to the person sitting next to you in church to tell them, so they can't even freak out out loud.
because you are about to throw up at work
because i wanted to know if it was okay for me to eat a deli sandwich at a work conference
trying to get out of having to host a dinner at my house when i can't stand the thought of food
when you are running down the hallways at work trying to close doors to shut out the stink of peoples food before it puts you over the edge
because meesh can't keep a secret
because people are starting to talk about it on your blog comments and facebook and you realize that you haven't told everyone yet!

it is true. baby porter news to come. may 25ish (that is my 3rd due day so far...) feeling yucky... i've heard that is supposed to be a good thing!

halloween from closet hideaways

2009-10-31T23:59:00.000-06:00

approximately .33 days before halloween, i started the "hmmmm.... what should we be for halloween" debate.

i started to recall random articles of clothing that always seem to survive the closet purge sessions.

example 1: the husband's furry hat. i don't really know how to continue to explain here. it is a baseball hat, half covered in fur with writing on it that doesn't make sense at all. go korea. but almost every time we are cleaning the room, one of us ends up wearing the hat during the task, completely amused.

example 2: those of you who have history with me will recall the overall phase. i believe it was more of an overall period really, it lasted so long. i even believe some of my senior photos were even taken in black cord overalls. yes. those pictures will never be dated! i have a certain pair of men dickies in a size i never should have owned or wore (ode to that lovely time in my history.)

i asked bobby, "if we were too design a costume around your furry hat, what would it be?" "trucker." he responded. done and done. enter me with a drawn on beard.

so i thought it was only appropriate bobby's costume be from my closet. the husband must love me. he wore my overalls and let me draw freckles on his face with eyeliner.

punkin

2009-10-31T10:06:00.003-06:00

anyone else singing "this is halloween, this is halloween" over and over again in their heads?

my take on farmer...

2009-10-28T16:18:00.000-06:00

this is me every Saturday this summer (and into a few of the chilly fall Saturdays) hanging out at the farmer's market in provo. i was peddling ChicoBags, my personal favorite reuseable grocery bags.

full disclosure, until this summer i always thought it was dumb and slightly annoying to go to the farmer's market and see all the craft booths. "produce," i thought, "i'm at the FARMER'S market because i want farm fresh produce." not so much embroidered pillow cases. but when i found out that because i live approximately 3.5 houses away from the market, it was free selling for us in the neighborhood, the dollar signs of entrepreneurship flashed before my eyes.

not only is chico my hometown, but my sister-in-law works for the fabulous green company, and i happen to agree that this product is pretty great. i felt like even frugal (okay sometimes cheap) provo, could see the light and fall in love with this product.

so there i sat, saturday after saturday. luckily debby had also caught the entrepreneur spirit, and I had a partner in crime for my saturday shift.

truth be told. i should never be an entrepreneur. its not in my blood. and if i add up the time i spent sitting there and the amount of money made in 4 months of saturdays, well, let's just say i really shouldn't do the math. it will just make me sad.

but!

we decided early on that i was just aiming at earning enough to buy us something that we would ordinarily not splurge for.

yes, a robot. totally not joking here. as a youngster, i asked for a robot for christmas several years in a row. my brother, jared, and i even bargained with the parents that it could be our joint christmas present. no such luck.

so when we found a robot that would sweep our floors for us, and keep them stinson hair free, so we could have a dog and not feel like our house looked like we had a dog... sold! the perfect splurge! is this a commentary on our state of laziness? Wall-E anyone?

last saturday was my last posing as a farmer. and- i earned, to the dollar, enough for this bot, yet to be named, to be welcomed into our home.

pregnancy moment

2009-10-23T11:18:00.002-06:00

well i was going to einsteins with debby and robyn for our free bagel friday-but I had a yucky morning.

it my my day off anyway and i was laying in bed all morning and almost called to report i wasn't going.

but I felt like i was just being a lazy boob

so I started to go and stinson was making me crazy

jumping on me and i was yelling and him -trying to get him to heal and feeling frustrated, tired, and overall not peachy

so I battled stinson all the way to einsteins.

i walked and it was hot with all sorts of aromas (smells that in normal life would be fine and possible even pleasant) and i thought i was going to lose it in line- like ask them where their bathroom was and run (i pray those moments don't have to happen in public)

by the time i get outside- i leave stinson tied up and just try to get a bite of the bagel. so he swats at me (when has that ever been okay, oh yeah... never!) and my bagel and it falls on the grounds.

I burst into tears and laughter at the same time... totally crying.

so then I told robyn that it might be a good time to tell her that I was pregnant (not just completely crazy)

I was totally laughing but couldn't stop crying.

that is my story for the morning
*sigh

reason #10

2009-10-16T15:20:00.002-06:00

that i love having my own bit of earth

a deck full of fall.

mental case

2009-10-15T15:10:00.003-06:00

oh good grief... i've never had such an adversarial relationship with food.

so here's a story for you...

bobby was trying to get me to eat something for lunch. i finally decide that a costa vida salad sounds good and we go to get it- take out. we bring it home- and they gave me the wrong dressing. i almost started crying- the flavor i wanted was the citrus-y vinaigrette (not so much ranch..)

then bobby starts eating and realizes that there is no meat on either of our salads- the other flavor i had been wanting. plus lets be honest- a vegetarian salad only would have cost like $4

so we drive all the way back... and by the time we get back home i eat like 4 bites and am done because now i don't want anything again.

but i ate an apple... hope that counts for something!

path-etic

2009-10-05T19:13:00.002-06:00

feeling yucky& pathetic. bobby thought it was cute and snapped photos... sad face...

fall drives

2009-10-04T15:10:00.001-06:00

perfect escape between conference sessions and rain storms. even the cows were out.

dear mr. police officer

2009-09-27T23:02:00.003-06:00

thank you for keeping our fair city safe.

thank you especially for the extra patrolling on the little streets in our lovely west neighborhood.

thank you for helping whomever is screaming outside right now.

it doesn't sound like they wanted your help very much, but it sure sounds like they needed it.

but i was asleep.

and the red & blue lights are beyond disco on our bedroom walls right now.

for the second time this week.

can i at least get notice so i can schedule a party?

stung

2009-09-21T10:29:00.002-06:00

this morning was a beautiful crisp one. one when crawling under the blankets seems so inviting.

but i fought the urge and went up to the trail to take myself & the pup on a little run. i was instantly rewarded with how beautiful it was.

i even got a glimpse at a few deer scampering around- no doubt not wanting to be friends with stinson-

then i felt a little something on my head.

then i felt a little something that hurt on my head.

i swatted at my head.

all while running mind you...

and felt a foreign object on there.

with the stinging sensation and bug like object on my head, i began swiping madly at the top of my head and heard a little bzzz.

i really hope for their sake that someone got a glimpse of this...

reason #9

2009-09-16T14:55:00.000-06:00

that i love having my own bit of earth

piles of peppers perfect for fresh salsa.

if you want the best jam...

2009-09-11T09:12:00.001-06:00

last week, i spent my friday off (have i mentioned that i love having friday's off??) with friends picking berries.

it is no small feat getting a good collection of these little guys and i have a new appreciation of the sometimes high prices for the wee little baskets at the store...debby snapped this beauty of me in recommended picking attire. apparently if you attach the milk jugs to your belt, you can pick with 2 hands. i'm thinking they get some serious berry pickers out here! the camera was a completely optional accessory chosen merely because of my good fashion sense...

peach, peach-raspberry, raspberry-peach, raspberry, raspberry- blackberry, blackberry

and a mess of a kitchen. because you know, if you want the best jam, you got to make your own .

really???

2009-09-08T22:11:00.002-06:00

so today started out just being a busy day.. not bad so much.

i was late to almost every meeting, trying to get just one more thing done before i went. but i got there, and i got everything done that i needed to.

then, as i was driving home from a meeting in salt lake, i saw a dear friend on the road. just so happened that she needed a ride home from the car shop. i was happy to oblige.

i parked at her little home and went upstairs for a bit. the next thing i knew, her phone was ringing. a friendly neighbor asking her if she was aware there was a blue subaru being towed from her driveway. nope. sure wasn't aware of that. yep. that was my little subbie. i could rant my frustration here about the ridiculous nature of being towed from a driveway... but i'll spare you, and spare myself a repeat. i'll suffice it to say that provo towing lords are absurd, and i'm pretty sure they have more power than the police department.

$150 later...

we had a little upswing on the day... i had my first go at making nam tok, and it was quite successful. this is my fav from the land of smiles. if you haven't had it, go to your local thai restaurant and ask for beef waterfall.

then someone let me at the dishes. scrubbing, scrubbing, crack... that was the handle off of bobby's favorite giant reese's mug from new york. right on off. sweet. yep. that one made me cry a bit. but i decided to give another go at the dishes.

big mistake...

turned on the garbage disposal and managed to eat up a fork and spoon.

really?

and just to top it off, how about how the dishwasher (which is unsecured due to the lack of countertops) pops out and the trays of loaded dishes just about slide across the room.

for real. and with that. i think i have permission to go to bed and try again tomorrow..

laboring day

2009-09-07T21:07:00.001-06:00

mrs. porter...

mr. porter...can anyone tell me the difference in this room? oh boy can i! this is the first glimpse at finishing touches in our little abode. trim baby trim!

then we got ourselves a hamburger. but is it cheating if we bought it instead of grilling? on labor day? is that blaspheme?

verdict

2009-08-27T20:30:00.002-06:00

color

2009-08-27T15:39:00.003-06:00

last weekend traci asked me how the house was coming along.

i know we've been bad with updates lately, forgive me. I didn't take many before pix, but hope this weekend will produce some after shots!

she looked at my bright yellow pants and told me that she knew my house must be full of bright bold colors.

sadly, i had to admit, the only color on our walls is a blue-gray we picked/created (that's a whole different story) as our neutral (because if you don't know it about me yet- NOT a tan-fan... even when you disguise it with names like taupe...)

for years i have been dreaming of having a house to paint with bright colors. and thus far, i have only painted blue-gray? what is wrong with this picture...

so this week, as our second bedroom has been in the wrapping up stages. i have been reawakened to the dreams of bright colors.

yet i'm stumped.

these green and orange swatches are OUT. free samples you pick of the internet= not accurate color perception.

the husband gave me a deadline of 5:30pm to pick the wall color. he is laying the flooring tomorrow.

and let's be honest, without a deadline i will spend hours agonizing about this, and make myself quite crazy.

vegetarian?

2009-08-19T09:58:00.002-06:00

apparently we have a new veggie lover in the house.

i looked into the back yard just in time to catch stinker puppy with one of my cucumber plants- no longer anywhere near the garden where it was lovingly planted...this is the pose he strikes when he gets in trouble.. something like.. "look at me, I'm just a sweet innocent pup... (or... "scratch my stomach instead of yell at me")

So far he has chewed a shoe (a chaco to be exact...) and a cucumber plant this week. that is bad news bears. prior to this, his record was spotless, and, well, I rather liked it that way.

tornado

2009-08-17T21:29:00.008-06:00

i was reading the news a few days back, and they were remembering the tornado that hit salt lake a decade ago. it caught me thinking back to where i had been when the tornado went down.

then i remembered.

i was in romania.

this spurred a little walk down memory lane for me.

memories of all the little people at the dystrophic center i went to romania to love.
technically "assess developmental levels and need"
but really just to love.
i wish i still felt like you could just love things all better.
it is amazing the various positions and stages of undressedness (yep that is an official word- as of today) little ones can get themselves into. petronela birzulica- i called her a little bird.

being excited that i had taken rolls of black and white film with me- to capture some of the memories with.

this was outside of the little house we lived in. we rented the upstairs from a cute old couple. i'm fairly certain i thought i could understand romanian, but it is more possible that i didn't understand a single thing they ever said to me... back to the point... one day lisa and i watched as a big 'ole bus tried to make its way through this passageway. we laughed and laughed as we watched.
buying random things, because it seemed like a novelty to buy them in a foreign country. enter the $30 guitar and the three chords i learned to play...

there are many more pages of memories, and rolls and rolls of pictures, but this is enough for tonight.

where were you in 1999?

family camping in a pickle

2009-08-10T15:40:00.000-06:00

i don't know how i didn't manage to get a single picture of the warm day spent canoeing and chatting in sand at bear lake's north beach-- but here's a little look at the cold family time up in the canyon.

our jaunt to the spring up the road.

rain, rain, go away
it made for a cold & soggy day.

i'm not eating treats for the month of august. as part of the agreement with co-workers, if one cheats, $10 goes into the pot and the money goes to those who don't cheat. i gladly passed up my sister's mint brownies, lots of cookies, smore's and candy. but after freezing my way through cooking breakfast, i realized that if there was a hot cocoa stand down the road, i would gladly pay $10 for that yummy hot cup of chocolate. and thus, i cheated!this photo is mostly here to show you all what a mean wife i am. bobby is likely going to have my hide for this, but he takes so many glorious photos like this, showing off his love for me taking pictures of him, that it serves him right if i just choose to show them off!

and the warm centerpiece to our cold reunioning: the fire one can only eat so many mallows. but since we were all still so close to the fire, why not burn a thing or two?

reason # 8

2009-08-04T14:44:00.000-06:00

that i love having my own bit of earth

perfectly fresh lunches.

oh what a week.

2009-07-27T19:06:00.001-06:00

the beach

the dunes

tide pools

long walks in big trees sadly i don't know how i came away with no pictures of the talent show or dance party, but from the morning runs on the beach to the days jam packed with family fun, i can only wish everyone could have family living on the oregon coast. oh what a week!

the last 15 hours...

2009-07-26T21:10:00.001-06:00

so glad to be out of the car. more on the actual trip to come.

Vacation Home

2009-07-12T19:31:00.000-06:00

once upon a time, i met a darling girl named merissa.
(who happens to have a beautiful voice. click here)
she introduced me to her home in alta, wyoming.
i fell in love.
and now her home
is our (vacation) home.

(image stolen from Katrina)

walks with wildflowers

plenty of places for the pup to romp and playbeautiful hikes. great friends.papa wilson bailing hay. oh yeah, and the best side of the tetons.check out that view. who wouldn't come back here?