I Thought WE We're The ONLY ONES!!

This weekend Joel and I helped his brother and our sister-in-law move. I learned a few things while we were preforming this arduous task! (It was hot and the furniture was heavy!) Apparently, we aren't the only Ueckers that dance and sing silly songs....Of course, the TX Ueckers have a baby...but still...now I know we aren't the only ones! We're glad to have you closer, TX Ueckers! Maybe we'll learn more about all the silly things the other Uecker families do;)

Preta...Paige...Holly...I mean Caron..I mean____________?"

I used to think it was slightly odd when my mom could not call me the right name (She used to call me all of my sisters' names at least three times before she got it right:). I may have even been slightly bothered by this....until this weekend. I'm pretty sure I called my niece, Annie, by my dogs name at least 5 times! She's so cute and looks NOTHING like Maddie, but there is something about using a baby voice that makes me want to call everything by my dogs name. Hmm...sorry, Annie!!

Fiber One Bars Are My Friends.....

I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE Fiber One bars. They taste like Snicker Bars. I can't get over how great they taste. I once made the mistake of eating 3 (yes, I said THREE) Fiber One Bars in one day. (This was when I was a student and thought one would be great for each meal...or I'm just a little piggy). WHOOAAA....that was a huge mistake. That was 27 grams of fiber floatin' around in my little system. I was as bloated as my dead gold fish named Tammy was when I found her the fish bowel the morning after I got her. Yikes...not a pretty picture. Anyway, I look forward to munching away my job stresses with these fibery goodies in hand EVERY day (no, I'm not getting paid to advertise for Fiber One...I just can't get over how great these bars taste). I'm sooo obsessed with these things! Almost as obsessed as I am with Swag bucks...not quite though:)

Sometimes I Get the Baby Itch.....

It seems that after one has been married for a year, people expect you to start popping out babies. I'll admit it. I DO get the baby itch sometimes, but we just aren't at that point in our lives (unless God intervenes, of course!) There's just a few things about seeing other kids, or babysitting other children that makes me want to have one of my own. Here they are.

1). Seeing little kids at church. They THINK they are whispering, but really you can hear them 7 rows back. This is the cutest.

2). Hearing stories about things Joel did as a kid. It makes me want to have a little boy JUST like him. He told me last week that every time workers came over to fix up the house, he'd put on his tool belt and copy them. (He was about 4 or 5 at the time). I can't get over how cute he must have been.

3). Listening to kids conversations. Yesterday, I baby-sat a boy who was obsessed with the type of car I had and the tires on it. He even wanted to show me the new tire on his mini-van. He was only 4, but obviously cars were very important to him. This is SOOO different from the all girl world I've grown up in.

4. Baby hugs. I love it when they wrap their little arms around my neck and lay their heads on my shoulder. I think this is the HARDEST itch NOT to scratch.

Yet, when I want to itch this scratch I remember......

1). Vacations without babies. Heavenly.
2). Lying on the beach without chasing a crazy kid eating sand.
3). Sleeping through the entire night.
4). Going on dates with my hubby without searching for a baby-sitter.
Yep...I guess there's positive aspects to EVERY stage of life!

Funny Quirks

Funny Quirks I've noticed lately

1) I think it's odd that people put "private property" signs on their front doors. Granted, these signs are usually posted all over homes in the rougher areas of town. I find this to be odd. For one, who really wants to trespass on these properties. I usually don't pass these front yards in my car and think "Wow, that would be a great place to have my next front porch party?" I also don't think these signs would deter most robbers....but whatever.

2) I think it's extremely odd when people ask if Joel and I are trying to get pregnant. It is sometimes okay to ask this type of question if you are family. Even then the question should be worded in a way that does not include "trying."

3. Shoes on the side of the road. This has boggled me since I was at the U of MN. I mean, SERIOUSLY, why are there so many shoes on the side of the road???

We Had a Heck of a Trek!

Today we decided to go strawberry picking with our friends Seth and Heather (They really like to wear matching outfits btw!) After a WaWa picnic in the park....we headed torwards the strawberry fields! Apparently, the Pungo Strawberry Festival was going on this weekend. Therefore, we sat in traffic in the middle of nowhere! Apparently, everyone who owns a fence made out of old tires and names their children Gracie Lou and Lacie Sue decided to show up. Thus, it took forever to get to the field! When we got there, it started raining and we learned that all of the good strawberries had all ready been picked (I guess Gracie Lou and Lacy Sue made a few pies to make a little extra money at the festival). That did not deter us!! We still managed to pick over a pound of strawberries each..in the mud and rain! What a fun day. Here are the pictures.

yum yum!




Here's the fruits of our labor!

What a great day!

Our Little Guard Dog is Better Than Your Cat

As many of you know, Joel brought me home a surprise miniature snauzer about a year ago. I ADORE my little snauzer. When we first got her, she was VERY anxious...just like me at the time;) (Who wouldn't be anxious during the last year of nursing school?) Over the year, we've both grown out of our anxious ways...especially Maddie. She's become our feirce little guard dog. She barks at every passer by and even scared a police man away from our house (We heard this from our neighbor...apparently she was barking in the middle of the night?) She also tries to keep us safe from little baby birds that fall out of their nests. The other day I heard a weird yelping outside. I thought she'd got stuck in our fence or something...but no...she was staring down a poor terrified baby bird. At least she didn't kill it! I bet that's more than you can say for your cat!