I’m an Aunt . . . Again!

As of today I’m an aunt 14 times over. My sister Laurie had a little girl today at 5:11 p.m. She weighed 6 lbs. 14 oz. (the baby, not my sister) and has tons of dark hair. They hadn’t bathed her yet when we went to see her, so you can’t see her hair, but she sure is a cute little thing. No name yet, but as usual, I’m pushing for Melanie. Congratulations Shaun and Laurie!
Here they are–all the pictures you can handle!

Zach thought the baby was cool, but was more interested in the toys Aunt Jan brought him.

Can you see the wheels turning? I’m guessing right about now all of the memories are coming back to Zach about how much fun he had picking on Parker when he was a baby.

Parker was pretty excited to see the baby and was the first to ask to hold her.

Why do they always start screaming when I hold them?

My Secret Weapon

I think I’ve finally found the secret weapon that is going to help our softball team actually win a game. We’ve tried Otter Pops, Fruit Roll-Ups, Capri Sun, actually practicing, etc., etc., but nothing has seemed to do the trick. We are getting better, but we still lose . . . a lot! But this week I purchased this little gem at Wal-Mart.

One of my teammates named it the Pink Panther and I think it’s the key that is going to take us on to victory. I’ve long suspected that what was holding me back was the lack of a pink bat. Well, that and an extreme fear of the ball and the lack of any distinguishable softball skills. At least now I’ve got the pink bat. Wish me luck!

Google Text Hates Me!

You may have heard about the service from Google that acts as a text message 411. Basically you text in a store name and send it to “google” (466453 – it’s “google” spelled out on your phone’s keypad) and the city where you are searching. The good folks (or so I thought) at Google then text you back and give you an address and phone number. I’ve used it before and it is quite the lovely arrangement.

But then, yesterday happened. I was trying to determine exactly what time REI closed so I texted “Rei salt lake city” to my Google friends.

Nothing.

I think to myself, “Maybe I didn’t give them enough to go on.” So I text “Rei salt lake city, ut.”

Still nothing.

By now it’s 8:45 and I’ve given up on the notion of going to REI because I’ve guessed that it closes at 9. I then openly declare “Google Text hates me!” At this point I have no idea how deep that hatred actually goes.

The night goes on, and eventually I crawl into bed and place my phone on the nightstand next to my bed as always. (Because you never know when you’re going to get an important phone call in the middle of the night from someone who wants to speak to you when you are only semi-coherent.) I drift off to sleep and at some point am awakened by a text message. I look at my phone to discover that I now know the address and phone number for REI. Is this helpful? I roll over and look at the clock to find the answer – no, not helpful at 2 a.m. Don’t worry, that single text was shortly followed by three more.

Personally I think it’s a sick joke that Google Text likes to play on people. Hey, it’s a free service, so I guess it’s their right to have a little fun with it. But seriously, not only did I not get the info I needed in a timely manner, but I got awoken by FOUR text messages at 2 a.m. C’mon!

Now I know there are those of you who will try to blame me for leaving my phone on, but to all of you “Google Text Side-Takers” I say I’m the victim here! Now I’m realizing that I’ve just opened myself up to a whole lot of phone calls and texts at all hours of the night just because people will think it’s funny. Great. I have nothing more to say about this.