Dirk Turk Scott

When I was first pregnant I agreed to "think" on the idea of not finding out the gender of our baby. 

Then I decided we would find out and wait to open the envelope at Thanksgiving.

Then I puked, again, and decided that I would ABSOLUTELY not wait 

until Thanksgiving. 

I needed something to be excited about. 

I needed something to connect to.

The only thing I feel connected to is the toilet. 

I'm 19 weeks, I thought that relationship would have ended a long time ago. 

But we are stronger than ever. 

I got multiple phone calls/texts requesting that I let them make a gender reveal cake or wait

a few days and have a party. 

I do love the idea of the reveal parties and I love cake. 

Honestly, I really just wanted it to be the two of us. 

So...

I decided to make my own "gender" reveal cake.

It just failed to reveal the gender of our child. 

But did reveal a very important fact about myself.

I love cake.

I love homemade peanut butter cake with homemade dark chocolate icing. 

 The best part about this cake (Pioneer Women Recipe), is that as soon as it is out of the oven you put the icing on it. 

NO WAITING REQUIRED.

It is encouraged to eat while warm.

Seeing that I am impatient, this is the prefect cake for me. 

I ate straight out of the pan, before dinner.

When it came time to open the envelope, it was no where to be found.

 In typical Scott fashion, 

what should have taken a few minutes, took over an hour.

I thought Brian was joking and let him know I was in no mood for jokes.

He thought for sure he put it in his glove box and locked it. 

He cleaned it out. 

Not in there.

I thought maybe he left it at his office.

He insisted he had not.

As we ate dinner, you could tell his frustration levels were increasing rapidly.  

He even went as far, to blame our friend Lehne (grooms-women in our wedding) for the missing envelope.

She jokingly told him she was going to break into his car and look.

"Maybe she took my keys out of my office while I was gone."

Really, Brian?! 

After dinner he put on his head lamp and out to the car he went. 

After, several cuss words (I assume) and taking the entire glove box out of the car...

there it was just as perfect as the information in it. 

We are so excited to announce that Dirk Turk Scott (not real name-although Brian likes it),  will make his appearance in March.

And for the first time in my pregnancy, I am excited!

Selfishly, it was exactly what I needed.

It may not have been an elaborate party or shared with tons of friends and family,

but it was perfect and still a drama-filled reveal. ha! ;)

I would not have it any other way. 

Here's to our son, 

Buster Lyne (another one of Brian's names)! 

--(at this point he has zero say in the name of our child)

Catch up!

It has been to long since my last post.
I am excited to finally feel like writing again or at least at the moment.
As most of you know, we are EXPECTING!
We are excited, scared, sick as an f-ing dog (still) but very blessed and ready
for the next chapter in this crazy thing we call life.
Baby Scott will be here the end of March!

My hope is to share with you some of the experiences, though at the time
were not funny, but we now can look back on and laugh.
Some are pretty embarrassing, really all of them, but the truth.
I've never been one to be ashamed of things I say or do whether it is at my expense or not.
I've said it before and I will say it again, if you can't laugh at yourself
then you live a pretty miserable life.

My pregnancy has not been easy and
has tested me both mentally, emotionally and physically.
My sister told me "do not be one of those girls who does not go to work because she is sick".
So, I wasn't.
I showed up everyday 5am sick as a dog.
For 12 weeks, I hid my pregnancy from my co-workers and friends.
Disappearing into the bathroom to vomit.
Forcing smiles through headaches and belly aches, counting down the hours to
go home and go to bed.
I wish I could say it has eased up in the 2nd trimester, but it has not.
The vomiting has actually become more frequent,
 but sometimes I will have a good day and I am very
thankful for those days.
Baby Scott is healthy and that is all that matters.

I will end this post with how I knew I was pregnant,
before I knew for sure I was pregnant.
The first 3 weeks my chest grew a full cup size.
Lord, help me!
I remember getting dressed and saying to myself
"what the heck?"
I was literally busting (no pun intended) out of my bra.
Please note, they were already huge to begin with so.....
They are literally under my chin.
The last 17 weeks have only made them bigger. ha!
I mean it's pure craziness.
I'll probably be the first to carry their baby in their chest and
be on the TODAY show being interviewed.
I'll let you know with it airs.
Size that these girls will could possibly get to is unimaginable.
I'm terrified.

Until next time....

Summer of "Yes"

Brian declared this is the "summer of yes." 

I totally agree. 

Trip to God's Country (Kentucky.. duh!). Yes.

Floating trip along the Buffalo River. Yes.

Trip to California. Yes. 

Kitchen Remodel. Yes.

Mumford and Sons and others weekend festival. Yes.

The Lumineers at Red Rocks in CO. Yes (Happy birthday, BT!)

Let's have a baby. "Not yet", which means NO. 

HAAAA! I mean, a girl had to try.

We started off our "summer of yes" by attending the epic, "My So Called Band" concert. 

They are this A.M.A.Z.I.N.G. 90's cover band. 

It is like rocking out to 106.1 FM in Morehead, KY, but way (WAY!) better.

"I saw the sign" 

I decided to take a picture of us before we looked like 

we got "caught in the rain."

YES!

And then the dancing started....

Work it! 

By the end of the night, this is what we looked like. 

Sweaty.

I decided to stay out of most pictures at this point, because, well, I'm a girl 

who sweats like a guy.

Gross.  

Sweaty Geologists! 

Fun girls!
#bookclubmeetingatmscb

This sums up our night!

#friends

#geologists

#grouphug

#sweat

#90s

Group "sweaty" hug.

 I think we have a pretty good start on our "summer of yes"!

Tornado

It seems Brian is always gone on fancy work trips or eating fancy dinners at a work conference when a tornado comes to town, leaving me to run from tornadoes by myself.

Here is a picture of the tornado that hit Edmond yesterday. Pretty scary. It landed a few miles from my house and luckily headed the opposite direction.
No damage to our house!

Sky's out, thighs out.

The past weekend was the OKC Memorial Marathon. 

Although we did not participate, we cheered on all of the runners.

We sipped on mimosas and nibbled on homemade cinnamon rolls. 

I think this might be the way to "run" a marathon. 

Anyways, after an hour of cheering for EVERY person that came by, 

 I was tired of cheering. Over it. 

After a while all people start to look the same (at least at the 9 mile uphill location) tired, hurting and pretty much over it. 

But something caught my eye during my little cheering break. 

And it was the American Flag.... Chubbies. A guy, running the half,  with no shirt, was running in these shorts.

I can only imagine the chaffing happening on his inner thighs.  

I immediately stood up and yelled, "Yeah- Chubbies".

He had already passed, but turned around,  made eye contact and gave me a fist pump.

I got some questionable stares from some of the bystanders with my use of "Chubbies".

Perverts. ;)

Luckily, Brian was able to explain to them what I was referring too.

"Sky's out thighs out"

Brian Scott was so proud. 

Why?

Because he has those shorts.

I have decided that Brian will probably start collecting these shorts. 

I mean, they do look good on him. 

I just prefer a sold color and not the American Flag. 

He recently bought himself a new pair that goes more with "everyday attire" or so he says. 

When we got them in the mail, unfortunately, they had a few minor issues 

and we had to send them back for an exchange. 

Bummer.

After two weeks and still no Chubbies. 

We began to worry. 

Brian decided to contact them and see what was going on. 

I mean, it is getting hot in OKC, the boy needs his shorts!

Here is the e-mail Chubbies sent back in regards to his returned shorts. 

Enjoy:

Thanks for reaching out my most excellent man. Your exchange just came in here at HQ. We are currently out of stock of the shorts you requested, but we should be restocking in the next week or so. If your thighs can't wait to taste sweet, sweet freedom, shoot me an email with another pair that you'd be interested in that we have available in your size on the site, and I can switch them out faster than you can build a three deck house of cards or I can shoot you a gift card so you can hop on those bad boys as soon as the go onto the website.

Rad dude, if you have any other questions or concerns feel free to shoot me an email or give us a call and talk to a real person. The number is 1-855-711-SOTO. If we don’t answer immediately, expect a call back shortly. It is my goal to make sure that you have sure that you have the best customer experience when doing business with us. Please if there is anything that I can do to make your experience better, don't hesitate to ask. Sorry about the delay brother! And thanks for your support and patience.

Awesome, hope this helps!

Evan "Big Poppa" Bertolli

And not to be outdone, here is Brian's response:

Big Poppa, 

Thanks for the response.  I think I would like to go ahead and get The Derbys in a Large, it is getting hot and I can't wait much longer for a new pair of thigh liberators.   

Brian "Quadmire" Scott

"Desperate housewife"....no more!

I recently started a new job (like yesterday).

I love it so far. 

The mornings of getting up, making coffee, 

snuggling with my favorite blanket and puppy dog while 

catching up on previously recorded 

shows are long gone. 

Sad face. 

But....desperate no more! 

This girls wake up call comes at 4:40 a.m. 

Luckily, for me, my uniform consist of workout attire. 

Stretchy pants are mandatory. 

Make-up is option. 

My shift starts at 5:15 a.m. and ends at 11:15 a.m. Monday-Friday. 

I have the rest of the day to do whatever.

Naturally being an early bird (both morning and night), 

it was no surprise I was ready for bed my 5 p.m. last night (and today!). 

My goal now is to make it to 8 p.m. 

So far I've made it to 7:45 p.m. 

Surely this will get easier. 

The Modern day book club

A few months ago an awesome modern day book club was established. 

It is a pretty exclusive club, I like to think. I'm sure many, many women want to be apart of it

(not really..but, maybe?)

Here is what you should know about this club:

1. We are 100% guilty of judging a book by it's cover.

We love bright colors. 

 2.The only book reviews we read come from People Magazine. 

3. We discuss the book for no more then 5 minutes. 

Lets be honest, we have better things to talk about.

4. The day after every meeting, we receive a copy of "the minutes" with all the 

highlighted points of discussion from the night before.

5. The husbands are generally confused by our discussions and, at times, uncomfortable.  

6. Liz did not come to our monthly meeting last night because she had laundry to do. #imean

Here are the list of books we have read thus far. I will include some of "the minutes" from each of the books.

Our first book was Gone Girl.

My review:

I could not put the book down. 

The ending is questionable. And some were a little upset with it.

But, I would still highly recommend it.

No minutes for this book. 

We were new at this point and unaware of the importance of the minutes. 

I have left out all comments regarding the books, all two sentences, in case you 

want to actually read them. I don't want to ruin any endings.

On to the next book, 

Where'd you go, Bernadette?

My review:

First, how cute is this cover?

I liked this book, not love. 

I thought the ending was kind of boring. 

I loved the "mom" of the book.

 I love her style. 

Pretty sure she wore all black and cute scarfs.

Does that not scream, Amanda! 

Minutes: ( I have deleted names for security reasons. ha!)

This particular night we had discussions on boys... hipster, smart, nerdy and creepy ones.

*There’s a dude name ------ that we all think is a creeper, but apparently not the creeper that ---- was referring to. 

They referred to him as having dark haired, mustache and a geologist.

Were they talking about my husband?

 That stache and shirt is pretty creepy. ;)

#imean

*One girls crush is def not a hipster, but still wears mom jeans. 

She’s going to try to work on that, though.  

* Amanda’s husband, Brian, is obsessed with a dude that wears a cheeseburger shirt and always does a rap at the Halloween party. 

* Targetdoesitagain is a “must follow” on instagram. (Can’t remember if we talked about this? Or if I’m just so obsessed with it that it’s always in my brain.) 

*Did Blake Shelton cheat on his ex-wife w/Miranda Lambert? Inquiring minds want to know. 

Next....

One Last Thing Before I Go

By Jonathan Tropper

My review:

I laughed, I cried and I laughed some more.

One girl even cried in public, by herself,  while reading it.

Although, I do not love the cover, I would recommended this book. 

It may be my favorite book, thus far.

Minutes:

* Did you know, back in the day, women wore a belt that had an attached "rag" to it.... and that is where the term "ragging" came from?! Who knew.

* Taylor Swift….what’s gotten into her lately? Is she becoming a mean girl? Hopefully not, because I would like to keep loving her.

* Amanda graduated from high school in 2004!!!!! (basically, like, 2 years ago) The rest of us are OLD.

*None of us actually know Chelsea Handler personally.

*OB tampons are gross.

*Chubbies (men’s short shorts) are coming back! (according to Brian Scott) Sky’s out, Thighs out!

------HE EVEN MODEL THIS PARTICULAR PAIR FOR US-----

God Bless America!

Finally….our next book has been chosen, The Interestings by Meg Wolitzer. 

It’s a coming-of-age story, and since we’re all coming-of-age, we thought we could relate. 

Aannnddd, let’s be real, we really liked the cover. 

I wonder if New York Times would like to hire us to write book reviews?

Until next time....-"A"

Best kept secret...Chinese Massage Parlor

Yesterday, we had a "going away" dinner for a friend who is moving to Houston.

Waaaahh. 

I'm so over everyone leaving OKC. Makes me so sad. 

Ok, ok enough with the pity party. 

We met up at one of my favorite restaurants in town. 

I knew it was going to be a good night.

We enjoyed a lovely girls dinner. 

Naturally, we discussed important girl issues: 

sunglasses, hair, pedicures, shoes, tjmax etc., etc., etc. 

And at some point, in our conversations, a local Chinese Massage parlor comes up.  

For only $20 dollars, you get a 40 minute face, head, neck, leg, arm, foot, back massage. 

In other words, a full body massage.

One of the girls had been once before.

 And, yes, fully clothed. 

I was wondering too! ;)

Automatically, I needed to go. 

I wanted to go. 

I had to go.

I was willing to pass up the cookie pie just to go! 

Serious business, I tell ya! 

 And for $20 bucks, why the heck not?!

We were warned it was a bit sketchy.

 Curtains covered the windows. 

 Really dark inside. 

And only men work there (or so we thought). 

 

After dinner, we headed to the parlor. 

(It's not really called that, but it makes it sound better...right?!)

Here is a glimpse into my 40 minutes of pure bliss! ;)

Front of the Massage parlor.


They are open 7 days a week from 9:00 a.m. - 10:30 p.m.


Nervously, I took a seat on my throne. ha!

Orange Chair/bed?!

My feet were so excited to me massaged.



I think I need this chair/bed at home.
After about 5 minutes of a very slow recline, I finally made it all the
way back. At that point, the towel was placed over me.
Automatically, sweating.
Nerves sweat some might say.
I just say, Amanda sweat.
Those who know me, know this to hold true.
 So, I had to take my shirt off.
I could not being sweating and uncomfortable during my massage.
I did, however, have a tank top on underneath.
Thank God!
 

Ready!

3 of the girls getting their massages



The massage was amazing.
No Joke.


Just a few fun facts about the massage:

1. At one point, my legs got thrown up into the air and crashed down. I think, I thought, he was going to catch them. But no, they crashed into the chair/bed.  I couldn't help but giggle, because it was so unexpected. And I am still not sure why they were thrown up. Maybe, that was his way of telling me it was on to the next part of this massage.
2. The front of the legs massage. And I mean very, very top to bottom. Like...hands on part where legs meet your area.... HA! I thought to myself,  "ok, ummm, ok soo nothing is/was being touched. We're good!"
3. Full on butt massage. Not going to lie, loved it.

All joking aside, it really was a great massage and experience.
Sketchy...sure.
But a fun girls night, that was much needed.
I can't wait to go back. Seriously.

Here we are after our fun girls night out! 

#paradise

Abby and I went to Belize for our 27th birthday trip.

It was amazing.

It would be a lie to say our other sisters weren't jealous. 

For the record, they are always invited on any "twin" trip we take. 

It's just....they have kids and we don't.

So we have a little more availability than they do.

Here is the picture Kim sent us the day we got to Belize.
With the caption, "#paradise"
(please note she is 8 months preggo...swollen feet probs.)

Here is what we sent her back...

#paradise

PE with Pre-K

This past week I have taught PE to some cutie pre-k kids. 

Each class is 30 minutes long and I have 4 classes. 

Halfway through the class, a sweet little girl says,

"Mrs. Amanda, what's that on your face?"

For a split second, I was confused. 

Then once I wiped my face, I realized it was just sweat. 

Of course! Duh.

I told her, "oh, it's just sweat. When I exercise I sweat."

But she was not satisfied with my answer.

"No, I think it's a tear."

Here are some other comments from the kiddos regarding my sweat. Some of these sweet, sweet students would yell across the room just to ask me about my sweat.

"Hey! what's that on your shirt?"

"Hey! you are wet"

"You have spots on your shirt"

"Why's your face wet"

So, for those of you who wonder why I always wear black (ahem-dad...also I blame you for my sweatiness ) this is why. 

No matter if I am sitting, running or sleeping I sweat. It's awful. 

Here is a photo of me after my first class.