The Price of Privacy

So, we're getting a house. Phew. We're getting a house. If I say it enough times will it seem real?

Anyway, the house is gorgeous, completely remodeled, and is generally fantastic. However, it has a downfall. No blinds. Yikes. We might want to remedy that situation before we move in.

While we're on the subject of the blinds, let me share a few things with you: our house has 11 windows. Only four of the 11 are the same size. The rest? Different, unusual sizes. Insert lengthy sigh here. Have you ever priced out blinds? The cheap ones will cost me $500 for the whole house. But, I can't just settle for the cheap ones, can I? No, I can't.

Oh, and we'll be losing a little more privacy (and some shade) after I get my way and yank out all the fruit trees. Oh, yeah, they are ALL coming out.

Anyway, I just wanted to let you all know that privacy doesn't come cheap... prepare accordingly.

Weekend Report

So, it's 5:30 in the morning, and I'm blogging to keep myself from wanting to throw up. True story.

Anyway, it was definitely time for an update. There are lots of big things happening in the Borges' household right now.

I had another appointment with the midwives last week. Everything looks good. The midwife could hear Baby Jo(e)'s heartbeat, but Steve and I weren't able to, so she did another early ultrasound. It's so weird to me to be able to look at that fetus on the screen and know it's growing inside me. I ate (drank?) a slurpee right before my appointment so, Baby Jo(e) was pretty active. I'll have to remember that for next time when we get to find out the gender (sex? I never know which term is PC anymore). My weight gain has also slowed, which is a relief, and I ended up gaining about 7 pounds in my first trimester. Not too shabby. Oh, and yes, I added a creepy fetus widget to my sidebar. It seemed like the easiest way to track how many days without making a paper chain. Although I still might make a paper chain.

The other big news is that we're getting a house. Hooray! It's an adorable split entry in Taylorsville, in the neighborhood that a lot of my friends grew up in. We move in sometime in mid-August. The whole house has been completely remodeled, so we won't have to do a single thing to it. The yard, on the other hand, is going to need some work. There about 5 or 6 fruit trees between the front and back yard (and I don't do fruit trees). So, all of those are going to have to come out over the next little while. But, it's got space out back for a little garden, and maybe a dog somewhere down the road. I've already started shopping for blinds (it has a TON of windows!), a fridge (kind of necessary), a big comfy couch for the basement, and maybe a piano. I'm thinking the vacation we were going to take this fall is actually going to be spent moving and the money spent purchasing house stuff.
So, it's looking like August is going to be a pretty busy month for us: our 2nd anniversary on the 5th, Curious George's birthday on the 11th, moving sometime between the 9th and 15th, and The Big Ultrasound on the 18th.

Sheesh... can the blog keep up?

10 Things I Love About Summer

1. Pedicures and flip flops
2. Skirts
3. Sleeping with the windows open
4. Field trips
5. Ponytails
6. Really good people watching
7. The Zoo
8. Summer movies
9. Being able to walk places
10. The smell on Van Winkle Expressway at night. (Trust me, drive down Van Winkle after dark with your windows down. You won't regret it.)

Life's a Jungle

I love the zoo. I've loved it since I was a little kid. It was always my favorite field trip when I was in school, and it's still my favorite field trip now!
Anyway, today I had the chance to go to the zoo with some friends from the ward and their cute kiddos. We checked out the animals, ate some snacks, watched a wolf eat lunch, and had an all around grand time. Unfortunately, this tired gal had to get home for a nap, so we didn't get to ride the train, but it was still a blast.
I think from now on I'm going to go to the zoo in the morning. The animals were so much more active! We were watching the bird show, and at one point they have you look up past the orangutan enclosure and the little orangutan totally stole the show. She was climbing all over, swinging, and just having a lovely old time.
I was a little sad that the giraffes weren't outside, they're my favorite, but it was probably just too darn hot. So, thanks Joss, Kelly, Heather, Codye, and kids for the great time today! And now a few pictures to share:

The Story of Baby Jo(e)

So, for any of you who don't follow me on facebook I'm going to let you in on a little secret: Curious George and I are going to have a baby. I'm almost 11 weeks, so I figured it was time to let the cat out of the bag. Plus, it was getting pretty hard to hide it with how sick I've been. And I mean SICK!
We're super excited (how could we not be, it's a BABY!). As of right now I'm due January 16th, which means if Baby Jo(e) comes early or ontime I'll be 25 when he/she is born. If Baby Jo(e) is even the tiniest bit late I'll be 26, since my birthday is January 17th.
In case you hadn't figured it out, we're calling it Baby Jo(e) for now, because we like Androgeny Jo(e) better than Androgeny Pat. It's more modern, or something.
Anyway, because the baby is due in January, I've been labeled the newest disobedient child in my parents home. My dad made one request: that I wait until he was 50 to make him a grandparent. Well, sorry Pops, it's going to be a few months early. Come on, this is Utah, nobody waits until they're 50 to be a grandparent!
So, there you have it, the newest update in my life. I'm going to try and keep this from becoming a purely pregnancy blog, but since that's about the only thing changing you'll probably get a lot of Baby Jo(e) stories.

Fiasco

I'm not easily angered. I'll get annoyed, bugged, or a little testy from time to time, but to really get me MAD it takes some work (or you just have to know how to push my buttons). Well, this week, I got MAD. To the point that I yelled at someone.
Now, I'll admit, it started with me doing a dumb thing. I take full ownership of that. Who made a dumb-shark move? Oh yeah, that'd be me, over here. That being said, my glimmer of idiocy is but a drop in the bucket. What is this dumb thing I did, let me tell you, so you can think I'm an idiot too: I paid my rent in cash.
I don't usually do this. Really, what it came down to was the following scenario: I was out of checks. Literally, did not have one in my possession. The new ones weren't going to arrive until after rent was due. In hindsight, I should've done a cashier's check or a money order, but I honestly didn't even think of those options. Didn't even cross my mind, mostly because I don't really use either of them. Ever.
Anyway, our apartment manager, in a misguided attempt at being helpful, returned my cash. The problem is, we're not sure who she returned it to. She claims it was our apartment, and that she gave it to the girl who answered the door. Now wait a second, let me check the rest of the 1000 square feet I can't see: Nope, no other girls here. So, June 7th rolls around and our manager's manager is getting ready to make the deposit. Only wait, she doesn't have ours.
So, Curious George gets a phone call, kindly requesting our rent money. He calls me, wondering what-the-h-e-double-hockeysticks is going on. I call the management. Our conversation went a little something like this:

Me: Hi, Brooke, this is Pippi from Such-and-such apartment. Um, I just got a call from my husband saying that you don't have our rent money.
Brooke: Right, Lindsay returned it to you and you brought her back a money order. Well, we have half of the money order here, but we can't do anything about it without the rest.
Me: Yeah, about that, I don't know who she returned it to, but I've never bought a money order in my life. I have no idea where that came from.
Brooke: Oh, well, do you want to come pick it up and you can take it back to the company and see if they'll print you a new one?
Me (getting rather irate at this point): How can I take it back? I don't know where it came from.
Brooke: Well, Lindsay is sure she took it to apartment --- and she gave it to the girl who answered the door.
Me: I work nights. I've been home everyday this week and I haven't seen her. Did she ask for a name before she handed over my 800 bucks?

Anyway, long story short: The management has no idea who they gave our rent money to. They have no idea where the subsequent money order came from. They've put in paperwork to try and figure it out, but it'll take 2 weeks to hear anything back. In the meantime, they're considering our rent paid (because as far as I'm concerned, it is). What it all boils down to is this:

Can we really stay here another year?

This may be the final straw for 2 years worth of dealing with this incompetence.

No News

I really don't have much to blog about. We're still waiting to hear about the house. Our jobs are going well. Life is about the same as always. So, purely for the sake of an update, enjoy some pictures. :)