Washer & Dryer

We're selling our washer and dryer since we are moving and don't need them anymore.

They're both in great condition!

$300 for the pair

If interested please email me at erica.neel@asu.edu

Ericaisms

My husband grabs me. A lot.

Not in a playful way, or a...other way.

 (you know what I'm talking about, don't act like your husband doesn't try that)

In a oh-crap-I-have-to-change-my-unders-AND-the-sheets-because-I-think-I-just-wet-myself way.

I roll over a lot when I sleep. A LOT.

I'm ten weeks in and already can't ever get comfortable.

And without fail, almost every night starting about 2 weeks ago, at some point in the night when I go to roll from facing him to facing away from him, he bolts up and grabs me frantically.

I'm not sure what his deal is. He says he thinks I'm falling off the bed.

Well apparently Saturday night I had had enough.

We were driving home from California yesterday and started talking about how he had grabbed me the night before. He relayed the conversation to me:

Me: rolling over

Husband: frantically grabs me

Me: frantic breathing, death glare, "If you grab me one more time, I will punch you in the face."

Husband: ".....ok"

A few hours later, I go to roll again. This time, pre roll, I turn to husband:

Me: "DO. NOT. GRAB. ME."

I can't be blamed for my harsh words.

I already think the girl from the ring/grudge/sixth sense/any other scary movie is going to pop up beside my bed at night and grab me, actually being grabbed in the night isn't making my extreme paranoia any better.

Dose of Ruby

I've recently been informed that I don't post enough pictures of our little booger.

Yes, that's what she's called around here. Thanks to My Albert.

Booger, Boogs, Booger Face, it's all in the mix. Don't ask...

I was thoroughly perplexed. Isn't that all this blog has become?! A shrine of The Rubes?

But...I went back through and realized they're right. I haven't even posted a picture of her since July!

Gasp!

If Ruby is what the people want, Ruby is what they'll get!

Which means, picture overload.

Consider yourself warned.....

Here's what The Rubes has been up to:

Sometimes, she's shocked that I don't do the laundry

And sometimes, she just looks darn cute (all the time)

Sometimes she looks like I never comb her hair

And sometimes she likes to play peek a boo (and have a blingin' earring)

Sometimes she gets impatient waiting for that next bite

And sometimes(most of the time) she goes pantless. And sometimes I take diagonal pictures for no reason

She likes to practice kissing. At 7 months. Looks like I've got a trouble maker on my hands!

Sometimes daddy wants to play with her in the rain. So he did! And he liked it!

 (If you can name that movie we're automatic best friends)

And sometimes she liked to be tossed in the air

And look like Chuckie while she's flying (please oh please oh please zoom in on these. Her face is priceless)

Sometimes she parties too hard

And sometimes her short hair cooperates and lets me put a clip in it!

Sometimes she rocks the overalls circa 1998

And sometimes she grows a bead beard

Sometimes she looks like Aunt Jemima

And sometimes we don't wipe her face after lunch, then let her play in a cardboard box. Because we're that ghetto

AND! Ruby is the most flexible little 7 month old I've ever seen. I swear she has double jointed hips. A few weeks ago she started being able to go from a laying to sitting position. BUT! She has her own way of doing things. She doesn't do the ol' roll to the side and push herself up thing, oh no no. She has to be unique. She starts out on her belly:

pushes her legs straight out to the side in the splits:

pushes herself back using her arms:

and TADA!

It's really funny to watch. She can do it so fast. Up, down, up, down. To go back down to her belly she just swings them back out to the splits and pulls them back around her. If I can figure out how to upload my videos onto the computer I'll show you!

So there you have it people.

You asked, I answered.

Ruby is growing like a weed. The other day at the doctor she was almost 21 pounds!

And she's super duper clingy lately, just to me. If I put her down or walk out of eyesight she goes ballistic like someone is sawing off her legs. It's ridiculous, really. But, I'll never have this time back with just my Ruby girl, so I'm trying to soak up as much of it as possible. I know the next 7ish months will fly by and she will be Big Sister Ruby, and as excited as I am for this new baby, I'll miss it just being me and her. (And My Albert, of course, but you know what I mean)

That's it I've gotta go snuggle her right now...

Hello, my name is Myrtle

Fertile Myrtle.

My Albert brought up the idea of trying to have another baby.

And then we held hands.

And 3 weeks later, there I was.

Staring at 2 little blue lines and thinking, "Man that happened fast."

That's how it happened with Ruby too.

Yes, I am with child.

Yes, this was planned.

Yes, Ruby was only 6 months old when the No Vacancy sign once again was hung on my womb.

Yes, I am aware some people think we're crazy.

Do I care? No.

Are we beyond excited? Yes.

In other news, if anyone is in need of a 2 bedroom apartment or knows of someone that is, let me know.

We'll be moving at the end of this month and we're hoping, praying, and crossing our fingers and toes that if we can find someone to replace us, they might give us our deposit back.

2 bedrooms

1 bathroom

Duplex, ground level, feels more like a little house

Cute white fence out front & small yard

Washer/dryer hookup

Wonderful neighborhood, EXCELLENT ward

(let's not talk about us having to leave the ward...I might start crying)

$600 + utilities