Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Prego update

14+ weeks and no more Nausea! Minus the occasional headaches and unbuttoned pants, pregnancy is looking a lot better these last couple weeks.

I'm a dessert person, always have been. With this baby however, I've turned into something else. I'm now a cheese lover. Put a Hot Fudge Sunday and a good turkey sandwich in front of me and I will most definitely pick the sandwich! My loves: CHEESE, milk, tomato and basil Triscuts, pickles, and oranges!





On another note. We had a great Thanksgiving break with James' family and are sad the week had to end. Also, it snowed like crazy here and Koby and I are loving it (probably because I don't have to drive in it).

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Baby!


On Monday Megan went in for her first doctor's appointment. They just asked her a bunch of questions and did some blood work. On Tuesday I got off work a little early and took her in so we could hear the heart beat and make sure everything was ok. It's kind of weird, I was talking to Megan about this the other day, but until you actually hear the heartbeat, you kind of wonder if you're really pregnant. It doesn't quite seem real, but when you actually hear and see you baby, it really sinks in.

Anyway, we got to see the baby on the ultrasound machine because the doctor couldn't find the heartbeat right away. It was nice to actually see it and hear it too. Koby was really excited. He kept saying, "Look at baby." Megan is due on May 29th. Pretty exciting stuff.

So, on to the important part of this blog. I am all done with the doctor's visit mumbo jumbo. when Megan was pregnant with Koby, some how we came up with the name Murphy to call him until we decided on a real name. I was thinking about a temporary name for this one, and I am thinking Beuford might be good. I asked Megan and she said we should just call it baby. That's no fun! I am still not quite settled on Beuford, it just doesn't sound completely right, so I am looking for some recommendations. I hope we get some good ones.

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Shoutout to James

James turned 26 on Sunday! Happy Birthday to him!

James and Koby are buddies. Koby wakes up and says, "I want Daddy." I say "Daddy is at work" and Koby replies, "Go get him. I want Daddy."


You can see why he loves his daddy so much...


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Monday, November 15, 2010

Deep Thoughts

After some nagging by Megan to contribute to our family blog, I gave in. After doing a few posts, I realized that it was pretty fun. But I don't want our family blog to turn into "Deep Thoughts (or maybe not so deep) by James Huntington." So I have started a new blog specifically for my rants and other non-family related thoughts, deepthoughtsbyjames.blogspot.com. I will still contribute to our family blog, but all my other randomness will be on this blog. Hope some of you will decide to check it out.

I have a dream!


"A life without dreams is like a garden without flowers." - Anonymous

That is sad. Flowers are so pretty, without them, and garden would become colorless and boring. I like dreaming too. Not too long ago I had a dream that Jason from Friday the 13th was trying to kill me. It was weird. I guess I didn't really like that one, but I like most of my dreams.

My guess is when Anonymous said this, he wasn't talking about the succession on images, sounds, thoughts, and emotions the mind experiences while one is sleeping, but instead about our life goals and aspirations. Let me know if my thinking is wrong.

This is kind of going off of my last post of my dream of growing a beard. I guess I have just been thinking a lot about dreams. So what did you or do you want to be when you grow up? When you were younger did you envision yourself breaking tackles and diving into the endzone, scoring the winning touchdown in the Superbowl? Did you imagine yourself helping a sick child back to health? Did you see yourself as a pilot soaring thousands of feet in the air?

When I picture myself in my dream job, it makes me feel giddy like a little school girl. I can just see it now. I am surrounded by bright young minds, so of the most intelligent in world. They will one day become the future leaders, entrepreneurs, CEOs, doctors, lawyers, etc. I can see their minds working to acquire the knowledge that they will need to not only to pass the test they are studying for, but to also help them make big decisions in the future. In my dream job I will have more books around me than I will be able to read. Books like The Wealth of Nations, War and Peace, The Tale of Genji, and the works of William Shakespeare. Oh how great it would be, and I will be able to do what I do best... vacuum, sweep, and mop. My dream is to one day be a janitor at Brigham Young University.

Some of you who know me know that I already was a janitor at BYU. I used to clean apartments at Wymount. Oh, and some of the best days of my life were spent there. So wouldn't that be a step back? Haven't I already fulfilled my dream? Yes have fulfilled part of my dream, and it would be a step back if that was the end of my dream. But there is more, oh so much more.

Before I become a janitor, there is much I would need to do. I would like to follow in the footsteps of Michael Nicholson, a 67-year-old Kalamazoo retiree. For his story, please click here. He has 27 college degrees. I want to take that a step further. BYU has 78 possible master's or Ph.D. programs, I am shooting for as many as possible before I am 75-years-old. Then I will submit my application to BYU for a custodial position at the library.

What I would like to do once I have the job is to wear a long trench coat to work everyday. the inside of my trench coat will be lined with my degrees. I will go about my business cleaning and vacuuming the best I can, but I will keep a watchful eye for a student struggling with their homework or studies. When I spot one, I'll quietly make my way over to them in a very discreet manner. Then I will whisper to them something like, "It's (b) kid." Most likely they will respond with something like, "Dude, who is this crazy janitor?" or "How the heck would you know that, this is a graduate-level corporate law assignment that I am working on?" Then I will open my trench coat (hopefully they won't think I am flashing them) and they will see. Maybe I will rig the coat with spotlights for each degree, and when I am talking about a certain degree, I can turn on that light. I want to be a legend... the creepy old guy that knows everything.

Well, that's my dream, what's yours?

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Captain Beginning


Growing up, did you have a favorite superhero?  Was it Superman?  Batman?  Wonder Woman?  Robin (if he was your favorite hero, you have serious issues)?  Did you run around the house pretending to be like him/her?  I have a nephew that loves Spiderman.  When we get together, I often find myself playing with him pretending to be the bad guy, running from his webs and dodging his punches.  I have another nephew that used to really like Ben Ten, and I think one night when he was over, he would have me be one bad guy.  then we would fight, and he would beat me up.  Then he would be another bad guy, beat me up, and so on.  Good times.

When I was a young lad, I loved the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.  Maybe it was the little Asian boy in me that liked sneaking around and pretending to fight bad guys like a ninja.  One Halloween, I dressed up in my ninja turtle's pajamas and went trick-or-treating.  I thought I was pretty hot stuff, and I knew deep in my heart that someday I would fall into a sewer, toxic ooze would drip onto me, and I would turn into a ninja turtle... someday.

I suppose I have grown up a little since I was 6 years old, just a little.  I have since convinced myself that I will never find the ooze that will turn me into a ninja turtle, although I hope I am wrong.  Now, almost 20 years later, my idea of superheros have changed a bit.  I don't think that having superhuman powers is a prerequisite for being a superhero.  I don't think that you need to wear a skin tight suit or have a cape.  You don't need to have a secret lair or have to fight crime.  Let me tell you about the person who became my new favorite superhero not too long ago.

In the land that he comes from, he is a little taller than average.  He is a pretty skinny guy.  His looks are by no mean intimidating.  He normally wears black pants or jeans, slightly shorter than what most men would wear.  He has some pretty sweet hair that he is constantly brushing out of his eyes.  He is kind of creepy and kind of greasy.  He once asked me how much a prostitute was in America.  He was a student in my English class in Okayama, Japan.  His name means "beginning."  After every English class we would go outside to say bye to everyone.  Every time, he would roll down his windows, wave to us, turn on his car and blast "Take on Me," by A-Ha.  Without a doubt, every time.

One cold winter night we were at English class.  My friend Steve, Megan, and I were teaching. The class begged us to give them English names that they could go by.  Although a little apprehensive because we thought it was weird, we gave into their request.  "Suzuki-san, you can be Jennifer.  Matsumoto-san, you can be Larry Bird..."  Then we came to him...  He suggested that we call him Jason, but I wasn't feeling that.  It just wasn't good enough.  There had to be something more.  Then it came to me, "Hajime!  You will be known as Captain Beginning!"  A hero was born. You see, in my strange little universe that is my mind, to be a superhero, all you need is a name, and a theme song, and that he already had.  Thank you A-Ha.

Today, while I was at the OC Tanner employee store, I heard a familiar tune come across the air waves...  Bada da dum bum bum pada da da da dum...

So here is to you Captain Beginning, my favorite superhero!

Monday, November 8, 2010

Making the ancestors proud...

For Grandma Takako...

Every time we sing "Head Shoulders Knees and Toes" with Koby he says,"Sing it in Japanese". He usually says most of the words. The other day he was playing in his toy room and I heard him saying,"Atama, Kata, Hiza, Shi, Hiza, Shi, Hiza, Shi!" (Toes should be Ashi)

He also loves to count in Japanese. He says, "Ni, San, Shi, Go, Moku ... Hachi, kyuu, Juu"...He misses one and seven and says Moku instead of Roku, but pretty good for the little Quarter-Asian:)

James can correct all my misspellings. They aren't the best, but here is what we could get on video:

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Thursday, November 4, 2010

Serves me right

And this is what happens when you tell your husband he needs to start helping with the blog he created...

Have Yours Dreams Ever Been Crushed?

Did you want to be the President of the United States when you were younger?  Were you sure that you were going to be the next Jerry Rice or Michael Jordan?  Did your parents tell you that you could be anything you wanted to be?

Have you ever had your dreams crushed because you came to the realization that you are an immigrant and can't become President?  Or were they crushed the day you went out for basketball tryouts and everyone was three feet taller than you?

Well I had a dream once.  When I grew up I wanted to be like Abraham Lincoln, Confucius, and Karl Marx.  Did I want to be president?  No.  Did I want to be honest?  Not really something that I have aspired to be.  Did I want to be wise?  Nope.  Did I want to be a communist?  For a little while, but I grew out of that.  What I wanted was to be able to grow a beard.  William Shakespeare once said, "He that hath a beard is more than a youth, and he that hath no beard is less than a man."  I wanted to don the mark of a distinguished, wise, and powerful man.  But here I am, approaching my 26th birthday, and due to my genes I am only able grow facial hair comparable to a 14 year old.  Do I blame this on my parents?  Maybe, but I know they didn't not wish this upon me.

To my immigrant friend who cannot become president, there is always governor.  To my short friend, there is always Madden.  For me, thanks to the discovery of picnik.com, there is always photo shop.



According to a poll by tressugar.com, 50% of women like scruff, 20% like clean shaven, 13% like full beards, 12% like goatees, 4% like sideburns, and 2% like the 'stache.  Well at least I can do a little scruff and I have no problem being clean shaven.  That accounts for 70%.  I just hope Megan falls into that 70%.  I'll ask her tonight.

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

I DRIVE A DODGE STRATUS! (well, I used to at least)

I was a bit hesitant to purchase anything other than a Honda, but last January when the last of our Honda Civics was totaled, and we didn't have the money to buy another one, I decided to try and have a more open mind with car brands.  (Side note: we haven't had the best of luck with cars lately.  Please click on these for details - Civic #1, Civic #2, Replacement #2, and Replacement #2 again.)  Anyway, after looking at several different cars over a week or so, I found a nice little Dodge Stratus.  It seemed very well maintained, ran well (so I thought), and I could say, "I DRIVE A DODGE STRATUS!"  (For those who do not know the reference please click here.)  I was excited about that, and the dealer gave me what I thought to be a pretty good deal...

Last Saturday my friend Mike and I were talking about cars.  He told me that Stratus' we rated as the least reliable cars in America.  I joking told him, "Thanks for telling me now, but at least I can say I drive a Dodge Stratus."  Approximately 52 hours later I was driving home from work.  I decided to come home early to help out with Koby because Megan wasn't feeling well.  I was enjoying some sweet tunes as I pulled off the freeway.  I started hearing a strange sound and figured I would need to take the car in.  I stopped at the stop light, and that was the end...  My only friend the end...  I pushed the piece of $%&# to the side of the road (please excuse my language).  A cop happened to be right behind me.  He pulled over and instead of asking me if everything was ok, he had the audacity to ask me if the car was in fact mine.  Are you kidding?  I wanted to kick him in the shins.  He didn't even help me push, he just told me to make sure the car was gone in a few hours.

Well, I started walking home and I saw another car in a ditch on the side of the road.  There was a man, who looked homeless, going through the car and getting stuff out.  I figured he was a bum looking for whatever bums look for.  Then he turned around and I saw his face was all bloody.  My being the slow person that I am thought to myself, "Wo, did this bum just get into a fight?  Maybe he is crazy and he got into a fight with himself... that would be kind of weird to see.  (Started picturing a scene from Me, Myself, and Irene where Jim Carey character fights himself.)"  Then I saw that the air bag were deployed and everything started coming together.  I called 911 and waited until the paramedics got there.

I finally got home and had my uncle help me tow my car to a shop.  The mechanic to one listen to the engine and he knew what was wrong.  He told me that I was going to need a new engine.  He said he would check around for prices, but it would most likely be between $3000 and $4000.  Ha!  That's what I paid for the thing!

So we are now out of a car.  I will never buy a Dodge again, even if I will be one of the few in the lower-middle class that can say "I DRIVE A DODGE STRATUS!"  I miss my Civic.  That baby had 300,000 miles and was still running like a charm.

Anyway, after much thought, I have decided that I am boycotting cars.  I still need a good way to get around, so I did some research on different transportation methods.  I would like everyone who reads this to help me decide on my future mode of transportation.  Please vote for which way you think I should get around.

Here are the options:

Heelies:
These are classic.  They would make me feel like I was 10 years old again, but they wouldn't be the best going up hill.











Camel:
I would love a camel.  How much do they eat?  Are they OK in the snow?  What kind of gas mileage do they get?  Tough decision.


Bike w/ white tires:
I am a huge fan of beach cruisers.  I love the white tires.  My only addition would be a surfboard rack on the side (unfortunately I live in Utah, and there isn't much use for a surfboard, but it would still be cool.  If people asked me, "What's with the surfboard?"  I could be like, "Wait, was I supposed to take a right on Santa Monica Blvd?  I was way off.")


???:
I don't even know what this is, but if a Chinese kid can enjoy it, I think I can too.


Again ???:
This looks kind of fun, but I am sure I would need knee guards and a helmet.


Segway:
I could be like GOB from Arrested Development!


Spring Shoes:
I would need to get a space suit to go along with these.


Unimotorcycle:
Way cooler than a regular motorcycle.  I think Harley should make so of these.  Can you imagine how intimidating a biker gang would be on these?  Scary...


Walker Bike:
This one might be my favorite.  My only dilemma would be what shoes to use.  Can you imagine if I combined this bike with the Spring Shoes above?  That would rock my world.


Couch Bike:
This would be cool, and if we got a big enough couch, the whole family could enjoy it.  Do you think we could do this with a sectional?


Things that make you look like a Gazelle:
If I got these, I would want to get a clown costume with the extra long pants so it would make me look tall, and if somebody gave me a weird look I would be like, "Haven't you ever seen someone with 6 foot long legs?"


What's your vote?

Monday, November 1, 2010

Halloween

 

Halloween was so fun this year! We went with our friends the Mitchells to their Trunk or Treat at church. Then we hit up this fancy neighborhood in Provo. The houses were all decorated with pumpkins, lights, spiders, etc. They were also handing out individual cups of hot chocolate, water bottles for parents and king size candy bars! Crazy, huh?!

Koby went Trick or Treating with his best bud Ty, aka Richard Simmons. Yes Ty's hair is real, yes Crystal made him a sweet Richard Simmons costume, and yes Crystal is wearing a spandex body suit. I didn't get a picture of Scott, but he was a good sport too - wearing some very short shorts and some sweet slicked hair.

At every house Koby would say "Twick or Tweat," pick his candy and say "Thank you, Happy Halloween." Halloween is so much more fun when you have little guys excited for every house.

Do you know how many people called Koby "She". Do you think I would dress a little girl up as a Rocker boy? Also, What one year old has hair like that? haha.

James and Koby were some cute Rockstars...


Richard Simmons, Rocker (Bret Michaels?), and 80's workout chick


"Sweatin' to the Oldies"