I'm supposed to come up with seven facts about me that aren't generally known, so here they are, in no particular order:
1. When I read the local newspaper, I am (sometimes) compelled to keep reading until I read the name of someone I know. This is usually pretty easy if I just look at the local arrests from the day before.
2. I was once invited to throw out the first pitch at a Kansas City Royals game, because it was United Methodist day, and I was the president of the Methodist Youth of Western Missouri. I turned it down, because mom and dad were out of town, Steve wasn't home, and I didn't know how to get to Kauffman Stadium. ( I was in high school, and really shy.)
3. I didn't have any imaginary childhood friends, or boogie men that I was afraid of, or anything like that (that I recall), but I did have an older brother who would torment me, which leads me to
4. One of Steve's friends started calling me "Back-seat Sara" in high school (even though I was a "good girl" until my mid-20s), because Steve would make me ride in the back seat of his car when taking me too and from school. Just because.
5. I can't stand the word "phlegm", or any derivative of the word, and the noise even makes me vomit just a little bit.
6. When I was about 12 or 13, I went to this ultra-Christian camp with my best friend, and all of the counselors had bird names. My counselor's name was Pecker. For real. And I was the only person who thought it was funny.
7. I pretend to be grossed out whenever Bachhus spits up on me, but I secretly smell it later, and think it smells pretty good. (Eewww, I know.)
Baby update: He has another tooth coming in on the bottom, and is ON THE MOVE. He isn't crawling yet, but he can stick his butt really high up in the air, and slide forward on his face, or he alternately will raise himself up on his arms, and his whole body slides backward. Once he puts two and two together, we'd better watch out. He's rolling to get from point A to point B now, and we've had to start baby-proofing. He bonked his head on the fireplace bricks over the weekend, and they are now covered in pillows.
We're closing on the Rocheport house on Friday. I'm peeved at the mortgage company, because they "forgot" to lock our interest rate in 40 days ago, and now the rate is 6.75 (instead of the 6.25 we did the initial paperwork with). I called them today, and they are going to "do their best" to get us 6.5. I told the lady that I was confident that she could do better, either rate wise or by knocking off some of the closing costs, and for her to think about it and call us back tomorrow. I was polite, but firm, and expressed my displeasure about the situation. (Dad, I think you would have been proud of me. I was ASSERTIVE.) Drew said that he thought we didn't have a choice but to go through with the closing on Friday, but I think there is ALWAYS a choice.
Anyhoo, that's it from here. Looking forward to seeing Mom and Dad on Friday/Saturday, and celebrating Drew's birthday, the house closing, and Father's Day all at once. To anyone reading this that I haven't talked to, we are having somewhat of a party at the A-frame on Saturday night. We've reserved a pavillion, and there will be live music (there is some other event going on with several bands, so there is a cover charge to get in that night). Hope to see everyone there!
Grandma and Grandpa Lemberger visited us last weekend, and we all had a great time. They treated us to lunch at the bistro, to celebrate their 38th wedding anniversary! The last two pictures were taken this evening (you can see his teeth on the portrait, as well as red, "tired baby" eyes!). What a beautiful boy! Drew has been off for the past two weeks, working on the house and generally not being at work. I've taken off a few days here and there, to help out. I spent yesterday scraping off the first four layers of wallpaper in the dining room, leaving about two more to go. Demolition is going pretty well! That's all from here...
