Ryan and Emma's weekly journal: another day in the life of crazy...

Well, it's been 3 months since we've written and basically every day is rather chaotic until I fall asleep at 6pm...
For work I've traveled to Green River for the rafting Trip, New York city for a home visit and Hawaii for another home visit and some side stuff...add two parent weekends to that and that makes for working 5 out of 7 weekends-though I can't complain too much since New Haven paid for half of Ryan and my trip to Hawaii (as soon as I turn in my receipts that is).

I've had to call the police twice in one week (this is not normal for me, despite what some of you may imagine about my life). Once driving home from Grandma and Grandpa Mahoneys when someone decided to deposit a large playhouse in the middle of I-215 and I let the police know that it might be better located elsewhere.

And secondly today when out of nowhere my desk phone rings (my deskphone never rings, all my clients call my cell whenever they want regardless of what time it is in utah) and it's some lady looking for a therapist to meet with her "in the next hour or there's going to be a murder/suicide" (apparently her husband was a jerk and going to die promptly for that jerkiness). While I've dealt with lots of suicidal teens in 24 hour care, this was a new situation for me and eventually ended up with me calling the cops...to prevent her from "landing on the front page tomorrow" as she put it. Such a strange job I have...just crazy every day, some days I leave feeling productive and some days I leave walking the fine line between laughing my head off and putting my head in my hands and ugly-crying...

which sometimes makes me laugh anyway...especially if I look like spiderman...

Also speaking of ugly crying, lets talk about being pregnant and how that seems to just make all emotions more fun..For example I smashed my finger in the bathroom door (which would usually result in loud laughter, evil speaking, or a bit of foot stomping) and instead ended up sobbing hysterically while sitting on the toilet (I still needed to use the bathroom since someone is treading on my kidneys) it was a unique experience for me.

By the way...I'm pregnant...

I've avoided announcing it on the internet as much as possible, but since no one but family reads my blog anyway I don't have a lot to lose. And I have to say I really rock those pregnancy pants...and the cankles, and the runny mascara...Oh yeah, I make pregnancy look good...or something...

Chapter 2:

So me and my two favorite traveling companions (Ryan and my special memory-foam-cooling-gel-amazing-most-expensive-pillow-ever(not necessarily in order of favorite)) went to Hawaii together (Yes the pillow is that amazing). I'm going to post a picture of it that's how awesome it is...

I've become a little obsessed with pillows, "how did this infatuation start?" you may ask, well I was on a miserable trip to Long Island for work involving multiple connections that didn't arrive until 2 am and dealing with crazy rental car people at JFK and driving the streets with only Siri to guide me and my whole body aching from siting next to a man who rapped to his headphones the entire flight and ending up at a comfort inn that was run by Sri Lankans the Pillows seemed like a little gift from heaven they were so comfortable, I seriously considered stealing one from my last hotel room in New York-I would have happily paid the charge for it later-that's how nice they were. But I decided not to, practiced delayed gratification, and bought a fancy-schmance pillow when I got home. "And how does Ryan feel about this new love interest?" you may ask...well he doesn't seem to mind other than when he has to carry it because I get to exhausted from walking down the airport terminal...

So Anyway, back to Hawaii, my pillow made it through security even though it has more than 3 oz of Gel (I was worried, Ryan was characteristically unruffled) and we had a wonderful little trip involving a snorkling incident where I messed up my iphone (notice how the pictures go from clear to cloudy) (and the best part is that I use Google verify for my gmail so I couldn't access my email either-totally worth the insurance cost to be cut off from work for 4 days).

Also we went on some gorgeous hikes and I would get real tired but Ryan was very patient.

And the last day we were strolling the beach and I was finding stuff like I always do and we decided to just go as far as this woman who was fishing and see what she caught...well as we got closer it became apparent that she had a sea turtle on her line by accident. She didn't seem to know what to do and frantically waved us over, I ran over there and tried to help but couldn't hold the 40 pound turtle down while trying to get the hook out of its flipper (the lady didn't have a knife or anything) so Ryan came over and lifted the guy up while I got the hook out (in the process the green guy slapped him right in the face). Meanwhile the fisherlady runs away. By the time the whole thing was done Ryan and I were covered in salt water up to our necks and had to drive to the airport to get on our plane-but we were giddy as could be at our luck!