Attitude of Gratitude

The last 17 months have been hard. It is not easy to have a new baby, and it is especially not easy to have a new baby who has a whole slew of medical and extra needs. However, even though it has been hard, we have made it. We are thriving and striving as a family, and Quinn is a perfect little toddler (who still has some extra needs...but is perfect, none the less.) And the reason we are in such good shape is because of our family, friends, and the community. We would not be here without you all, and I don't know if I say it enough, but thank you and we are forever grateful for all the support we have received.

We have received support in so many ways, and I will never be able to repay everyone who helped us get to this point, but I do hope people know that I think about it everyday and I am so appreciative.

I want to say thank you to everyone who prayed, sent vibes, and thought of Quinn when she was so small and in need of so much love.

I want to say thank you to the nurses and doctors who saved her life.

I want to say thank you to everyone who respected our need for space and healing right after Quinn was born.

I want to say thank you for every kind text, email, card, voice mail, and phone call we received.

I want to say thank you to everyone who let me complain, cry, or share my joy with them.

I want to say thank you to everyone who watches Quinn (our parents and siblings) while we are at work.

I want to say thank you to everyone who brought us dinner. I want to say thank you to everyone who has given Quinn a gift.

I want to say thank you for everyone who contributed to Quinn's March of Dimes team, walked with us, and came to her party.

I want to thank everyone who was patient and understanding with our time of house arrest, and helped us keep Quinn so healthy.

I want to say thank you to everyone who cleaned our house, and helped put together our nursery. And thank you for all those offers to clean our house.

I want to say thank you to everyone who has given us pictures of Quinn.

I want to say thank you to everyone who continues to love and be a champion of Quinn.

We are really so grateful, and appreciative and lucky. Thank you!

In addition, I am especially grateful for Dalan. Kind, loving, and patient Dalan. This journey has been crazy, but I literally would not have survived without him. Thank you for being you...a fabulous husband, dad, and friend.

What's in a name?

The true life story of how Quinn Ava became Quinn Ava...

People often ask where we came up with the name Quinn. Most of the time, people like the name and just want to know the story behind the name. Sometimes, they wrinkle their noses and state that they have never heard of the name for a girl before. Sometimes, they assume we got it from Glee, since the huz and I are fans of the show.


But nope, not from Glee.

If anything, it is from Daria. Remember, that cartoon from the late nineties? It was a spin off of Beavis and Butthead, and Daria's little sister was Quinn.


It is the first time I remember hearing the name Quinn for a girl, and I liked it a lot. I put it in my bank of possible future girl names.

Simply put though, we picked Quinn because we agreed on it. I love tons of girl names. Dalan, on the other hand, likes very few. I would toss out a name, and he would reject it. Except for Quinn. We both loved Quinn. I always said I would never name a baby without seeing them first, however, when I placed a bed rest, and we knew the baby could come at anytime, we sat down and decided that she would be named Quinn Ava. And it is perfect. She is a Quinn. Quinn is she.

Now, you may be thinking, but where did the Ava part come from?

My middle name is Lee. My mom's middle name is Lee. My Nana's middle name is Lee. Dalan's dad's middle name is Lee. I always assumed my daughter would have the middle name Lee. However, both Dalan and I hated how Quinn Lee sounded together. It sounded like a made up first name, and I did not like the two one syllable names together. But, I wanted a family type name, and I wanted to honor our sisters, who are both awesome women and fabulous role models for Quinn. So, I got to thinking AlexandrA, and VaronicA, could be squished together to form Ava. Plus, we liked the two syllable middle name with the one syllable first name.


So, there you go.

Favorite Moments of 2010

Here are my favorite moments month by month from 2010

*January: Trip to Vegas



*February: End of my first trimester/Announcing Pregnancy



*March: Good bye hair



*April: It's a girl



*May: Meeting Quinn Ava



* June: Holding our baby



* July: Quinn is off the ventilator/ into a crib/ wearing her own clothes



*August: Due date celebration


*September: Eyes maturing/ROP decreasing


*October: She's home!


*November: Solids/More time on room air



*December: Christmas!

Updates and bets

We are still here! Sorry, this work/hospital thing is tough. I fear I will be blogging less and less, but I will try my best to at least post pictures and mini-updates. I am trying to figure out how to post from my phone, but I am not smart enough.

Here is the latest and greatest on Quinn:

1. She is smiley and happy most of the time.
2. She loves her binkie, her Mozart, her mobile, and her bouncy chair.
3. Her eyes were the same this week. We are still keeping our fingers crossed that they improve and mature, so surgery won't be necessary.
4. She loves nursing, but has become ambivalent about the bottle.
5. She pulled my hair for the first time this morning. I loved it. It felt so right as I untangled my hair from her little hands.

Next Friday, Quinn will be 40 weeks gestation! This upcoming date is bittersweet for me. I am excited that we have made it this far, and that she is doing so well. I love that she has gone from a one pound scrawny little thing, to a plump and happy baby.

But, I am mourning the loss of a normal pregnancy. I find myself being insanely jealous of the round pregnant women wobbling into the hospital. I am sad that I could not carry her full term, and she has had to endure so much in her first months of life. I am grateful she is getting excellent medical care, but hating the fact that I will be still be visiting my full term baby at the hospital.

Since, I can't hold a pool for people guessing her date of birth, weight, height, time of birth, etc. I am doing the closest thing possible and going to have you all guess her weight and height on her due date. I will give the winner a special shout out on my blog. Oh and Ah, just what you have always wanted.

Worrying and cuddling

I have been spending the last few days cuddling with Quinn, and trying to be relaxed and not worried about the future.

The worrying has been terrible....thoughts of balancing work, hospital, and home plague my mind, as well as all my "normal" worries: eyes, insurance, the dog, nurses, progress, health, time, earthquakes, pumping, nursing, the future. I think I have some sort of postpartum anxiety/ NICU traumatic disorder. I am ok, but just out of sorts a bit.

Luckily, the cuddling and relaxing has been wonderful. I have read almost a whole book in just a few days, and I can still feel and smell Quinn on my chest if I close my eyes. I hope I can keep that feeling and that smell in my mind forever.

I am hoping work will prove to be a nice distraction from the hospital. I have been there (hospital) everyday, all day since May 10 more or less. It might be nice to break the pattern. I am fearing it will be horribly sad and impossible to be away from Quinn. I am guessing it will be somewhere in between.

Quinn has been nursing like a champ, and gaining weight, although at a slower rate than before. This is not surprising. She is getting less calories fortified to her milk, and when she gets milk from me there are no extra calories, plus she now burns more calories while eating than she ever has before. She is continuing to decrease her oxygen needs. She is more alert and playful than ever. She makes funny sounds, and is stubborn and sweet all at the same time. I love that baby!

Discouraged

Quinn and I have been a breast feeding couple for quite sometime now. First, we just practiced latching and sucking. She was (and still is) a professional at this skill from the beginning. Then, she needed to start transferring milk from my breast into her mouth, and swallowing. This took some time, but I thought we were really getting it. I have felt her suck, heard her swallow, and seen milk in the breast shield and in her mouth.

However, the NICU does these test weights. They weigh the baby before breast feeding on a highly sensitive scale, and then again post breast feeding in the exact same conditions. The baby's weight gain is suppose to correlate with the intake of breast milk. Some of the nurses, and especially the lactation specialists, swear up and down by this. Some of the other nurses take a little less stock in it.

Well, Quinn and I have had to endure pre/post weights, twice, and both times her weight remained exactly the same. It seems that she is doing everything right, so it must be me. I am not letting down/producing enough weight for her to transfer. Or the scale thing is stupid and I should just ignore it and keep doing what I am doing.

However what has happened is, after 12 weeks of pumping, I am totally frustrated and discouraged. I just cried and cried after the weights on Saturday night. The nurse must have thought I was a little crazy. It makes me seriously consider quitting breast feeding, and just doing bottles. I could still pump, but not put Quinn to my breast anymore. Breast feeding is so important to me, but the scrutiny I have been under is starting to get to me. I love nursing Quinn. Her oxygen levels are always high during this time, and has been wonderful bonding. That being said, I rarely get to breast feed my baby without two to three people watching, making suggestions, and judging.

Some of these people have been really kinds and helpful, some have just made me stressed and uncomfortable. However, they all say the same thing. Quinn is doing great. This kid can eat. Etc, Etc. So, again it is obviously a Jessi problem, and I feel so guilty/defective (which I have a lot of feelings of otherwise since my body can't carry a baby to term) right now. I should be able to feed my baby. I want to feed my baby. I have waited to long to feed my baby. However, the thought of breast feeding is now so stressful, and I am sure that is "wonderful" for milk production.

I need help. The nurse tonight suggested no more test weights, which I would love, however, I don't think everyone in the NICU would be on board with this plan. Can I flat out refuse? Or will I look like a horrible mother who does not care if she is starving her baby for the sake of pride? Does anyone know anything about test weights? Anyone know anything about babies, preemies or otherwise, not transferring milk? Anyone have trouble letting their milk down?

Sleepovers

What kind of kid were you at sleepovers growing up? I think everyone fits into one of three general categories.

Type 1: Normal kid. You could hang until it was pretty late, and then you would get tired and go to sleep. You could then walk up at a decent hour, and be ready for the day. The slumber party was made for you.

Type 2: Sleepy McSleeperson. You fell asleep way too early, making for an uncomfortable evening for your guest/host. You also woke up way too early, and you were ready to go for the day, making for an uncomfortable morning for yourself and/or your host/guest. You are the early to bed, early to rise people.

Type 3: Awakey McAwakerson. You were always the last one ready for bed, and the last one to sleep, even if this meant hours of just lying there awake while everyone else was asleep. Mornings always came too quickly, and you would have rather been still asleep, rather than eating cereal and watching cartoons. If you even woke up on time with the rest of the household, you often found yourself awake hours after your host/guest, making for an uncomfortable morning. You are the type of people, who eventually fit right in on a college campus.

I was totally type 3, and still am to a point. I have always had a natural bio-rhythm that makes me a night owl, but there is something about not being in my own bed that really triggers it. Sometimes, it takes me a really long time to get comfortable, and if I am sharing a bed with someone, or if they are close enough to hear me moving, I get paranoid about all my movement, and cannot get comfortable and cannot sleep. Also, if I think about it, I will get the urgency to pee, and the more I think about it, the more I have to go, and the more I feel like I can't get up again, or the more I have to go, and so on. I would always sit there at sleep overs trying to decide, if I had left enough times between my bathroom breaks. Camping triggers my need to pee even more, especially if it is cold, if the bathroom is far, or if there is no bathroom at all.

Last night in the hospital, I totally had flashbacks to the days of slumber parties. I wanted to go to sleep. I needed to go to sleep! It was about 11:30 pm, and I knew that people would be in my room throughout the night, and that the mornings at the hospital were up and running by 6:00 am, but I could not sleep. I listened to two relaxation tracks, and nothing. I just laid there, willing myself to sleep. And while I did not have to worry about moving in my bed too much, or if anyone was counting how many times I had to pee, I totally felt like an eight year old at a sleepover with a friend who was going to be up at dawn, and I was not going to get enough sleep. Finally, I read. I got sleepy enough to fall asleep around quarter to two, but of course, someone was in my room at quarter to three to check on the baby and me. I did eventually fall back asleep, until 6:00 am for more checks, then my morning meds, and then a quick meeting with the resident. No more sleep for Jessi.

Hospitalized

My stay at the hospital was o.k.

I basically pretended I was on an unexpected vacation, in which I got to sit in bed all day, and play on the computer, watch TV, and hang out with Dalan/my parents. If I needed to go anywhere, someone came and wheeled me there. I did not even have to walk. I had a private room with a TV, and internet access. It wasn't that bad.

Of course, there were nurses barging in to take my blood pressure, and check on me. They interrupted my relaxation time twice last night, and were like two loud teenage girls when they came into do some things at 2:30 am. A doctor also woke me up at 5:45 this morning to check in, and then told me to go back to sleep, only to have a nurse come into my room three minutes later. That was not vacation-like. Or cool. I was there to rest, dammit! And be observed, but still, their observations should not have interfered with my rest. Ha!

I was so happy and grateful to be released today. Another day would have taken all the vacation magic out the experience. I had painted my nails, straightened up the room, and was heading well on my way towards major boredom by 8:00 this morning.

I also learned if you ever go to the ER/Labor and Delivery at midnight, bring a toothbrush, a hairbrush, and some deodorant in your purse. Just in case. I went in worried I would not be home until 4 in the morning, and never once entertained the thought I would be kept for two nights. Learned my lesson. Luckily, Dalan brought me in a toothbrush and a hairbrush. I forgot to ask for the deodorant. However, my mom brought me in some smelly lotion, so I basically just slathered myself in that to keep from being too stinky. I wasn't doing any physical activities, but I was stressing majorly at times, and that lead to some sweating!

There are still going to be some bumps in the road to make sure this baby makes it into the world healthy, and not too early, but I am feeling confident and optimistic at this point. I have faith in my medical team, in my body, and in the baby. I think this will all work out. That being said, I still have my moments of worry and panic, but overall, I am feeling good and strong. I also feel very loved. I think I have mentioned this about a thousand times, but at the risk of repeating myself, I really do have the best husband, family, friends, and even co-workers.

Now, I am at home, and my dog is back from a few nights at her grandparents house. Now, this is relaxing.

Curse you, Ron Howard!!!!

I have two favorite names in the whole world. Max for a boy, and Hattie for a girl. Dalan doesn't really like the name Hattie, so I am still trying to push my agenda and convince/help him realize it is a totally awesome name!

However, while watching Parenthood, I realized the oldest brother's (I can't remember his character name...I just call him Nate from Six Feet Under, just like I call the oldest sister, Lorelai Gilmore from the Gilmore Girls) kids' names are Hattie and Max.

Damn you, Ron Howard and Brain Grazer for stealing the two names I have loved for years, and making them characters in your little show (which I also love.) Also, you had to make these characters siblings, didn't you! This just gives the huz more reason to reject Hattie as a viable baby name, especially if we end up with a Max this time around. Damn you!

A shout out

It is spring fundraiser time at my school. Fundraisers are difficult at any school in any economy, but as you can imagine, a fundraiser at my school in this economy is near impossible.

However, two special women, my mother and my mother in law, have both come through for my school. My mom got her work to donate all kinds of fun things for our raffle, including a free-standing basketball standard and hoop. The kids were going nuts when they saw the hoop. It was very cute. And my mother in law bought books for my classroom at the book fair today, including part of the Fablehaven series, which the kids are obsessed with right now. She also bought books for Becca's room, and she did all this after volunteering in my classroom.

Wow, I feel so lucky to have these women in my life. Neither of them have school aged children anymore, and none of their children ever attended the school I work at, but their desire to help children, especially children with limited opportunities, is overwhelming! It is such a positive example of how we are all part of the same community, and we are all responsible to help out each other. I am so excited for the baby to grow up around these ladies modeling and teaching how to be a nice, kind, and selfless person.

Thanks again Patti and LaDene!

Easy come, easy go

It's back. For most of the the month of March, it was gone. I was witty, and interesting. I had cool things to say and fun things to share. Then I blogged about cutting my hair, and it crept back into my life. It's sad and it's true, but my writer's block is back.

I have narrowed down the causes to two possible things. The before mentioned cutting of the hair, maybe I am a modern day blogging Samson, and my hair was my power to post. Or maybe the baby growing in my womb is stealing all my great ideas and is going to come out a super blogging genius. You decide. I am really not sure.

Speaking of pregnancy, here are two of my pregnancy quirks.....

1. Foods I am currently obsessed with: peanut butter sandwiches, bagels, and chocolate donuts. Also cheese.

2. Favorite smell: beer on Dalan's breath. It is too bad he thinks this is weird, and won't let me just smell it outright. I have to be sneaky.

The Hangover: An essay

A Three Month Hangover
also known as:
A Tribute to my First Trimester.

As my first trimester of pregnancy quickly (or slowly.....depends on my mood and the day) comes to an end this week, I thought it would be fitting to dedicate a blog entry to it.

Basically, I have felt hungover for most of my first trimester. Now, don't jump to conclusions, I have not had an alcoholic drink since long before I was even pregnant. We were actively (wink, wink) trying to get pregnant, and I was being very conscious of my alcohol intake. However, that did not stop the little fetus in my womb from causing some physical side effects very similar to those you experience when you are hungover.

I guess I should clarify, I am not talking hungover, like a Jimmy Buffett weekend in Vegas when you puke all over your hotel room, so Hazmat has to come clean up after you, and it takes days to feel normal again. (Not that I would know anything about feeling like that!)

I am talking hungover, like you had one too many glasses of wine, and you wake up feeling "off".

1. You may or may not feel slightly nauseous, but not enough to throw up. Most days I would feel like I had the potential to puke, but not necessarily, and this would usually fade after breakfast. Although I did throw up six times, which is nothing for some people, but it was six too many times in my opinion....so maybe that would be equivalent to a hangover with you two glasses of wine too many.

2. You feel extremely tired, no matter if you slept for six hours or for twelve. You have to muster all the energy you have to function throughout the day. In fact, when we went to Vegas, Dalan called me the sleeping machine. In order to participate in fun daytime and night time activities, I required what I like to call a "disco nap." A "disco nap" is a term I stole from Sex and the City, which means taking a nap so you can party into the wee hours of the night. However, since being pregnant I have required a "disco nap" just to make it through the evening. We use the term so much we just call it a "disco" for short. This has been my worse symptom by far.

3. You will need to eat food in order to feel slightly better. Sometimes, only toast or crackers will be the only things that work to make you feel better, but most of the time, greasy, delicious food works just as well, and sounds so much better. Bring on the grilled cheese sandwiches and quesidillas.

4. You will also feel dehydrated. Water sounds delicious, but not first thing in the morning. Sprite or ginger ale are about the only things I can stomach in the morning. Otherwise, I am thirsty throughout the whole day. Sometimes in the beginning, I would forget to drink enough and get a headache, but I am getting better at keeping hydrated throughout the day.

However, I am pleased to report that most of these symptoms started to disappear around week 10 of my pregnancy, and even the fatigue has gotten better. Don't get me wrong, I took a quick "disco" today after work and before going to Costco with my mom and sister tonight, but I could have made it through the night without one. I am not going to lie, I am very excited to be exiting my first trimester of pregnancy this week, and entering the infamous second trimester. The trimester that is suppose to be the most tolerable and enjoyable. I say bring it on!

Sports Discussion

If Michael Jordan is the greatest basketball player ever? Who is the Michael Jordan of other sports? My family and I have been discussing this, and we are having the hardest time with baseball and football.

Here is what we have come up with:

Golf: Tiger Woods or Jack Nicklaus

Hockey: Wayne Gretsky, Bobby Orr

Swimming: Michael Phelps or Mark Spitz

Tennis: Rodger Federer/ Serena Williams

Football: Dick Butkus, Walter Payton, Joe Namath, OJ Simpson

Baseball: Willie Mays, Hank Aaron, Ted Williams, Pete Rose

Cycling: Lance Armstrong

Quidditch: Harry Potter

Other basketball greats: Wilt Chamberlin, Magic Johnson, Kareem Abul Jabbar, John Stockton (the pasty gangster).

Who would be on your list?????

The great debate

Last night, Dalan and I saw the play, Touch(ed), last night as part of our season ticket package at Pioneer Memorial Theater. It was awful, which was disappointing. We have loved all the other plays we have seen there, but I guess they all can't be winners.

While we were there, we got into a discussion about what to call the break in the middle of the play, since we were contemplating leaving during this break. It was that bad!

One of us, kept calling this break, half time. This person thought it was a funny and an endearing way to refer to the break, although they were well aware that it is most commonly called an intermission. This person argued that half time and intermission were synonyms, and you could call the break in the middle of a football game, intermission, so why could you not call the break in the middle of the play, half time?

The other person said was stupid to call the break, half time, and that it made the person calling it that seem less intelligent. They also argued that the break in the play was close to half way through the play, but not necessarily at the exact half way point. They also argued that since in a play they do not keep track of time, like you do at a sporting event, that it could not be called half time. That person insisted that intermission, or maybe break, were the only acceptable terms.

I will not tell you who was on what side of this great and important debate, but we do want to know your opinion.

Is it ok to call the break in a play half time? Or should it be called intermission only?

Discuss!

Seven Random Thoughts

1. Played Beatles rock Band last night. Loved it. Almost convinced the huz that we should buy it today, but I could not justify the cost.

2. Saw The Blindside. Loved it. You should go see it.

3. Watched the BYU/Utah game. Did not love it. It was exciting, but so disappointing.

4. Had people over to watch the game. Loved it. It was good to see all our people.

5. Isaac came over. Loved it. He is the happiest baby ever. He is adorable. He made my ovaries glow like E.T.'s finger and innards when he is connecting with Elliot.

6. Played Guitar Hero with the family after the game. Loved it. I got warmed up after my long break from the game. Finally beat Ali. Made me want Rock Band even more.

7. Two more days of blogging every day. Love that fact. It is hard. (That's what she said.)

Thankful Thursday 4

Today marks the last day of my Thankful Thursday posts, or as Nghia called the my "mushy posts," as November is quickly coming to an end. So, here is the final list of all the things I am thankful for....

1. My family, my friends, and my freedom
(the three F's mentioned in my previous posts).
2. My dog
(and other people's dogs, like my sister's dog Griffin....I gave him his shout out.)
3. My home
(even when it leaks.)
4. My job
(I have to remind myself of this one from time to time, but I really do love it.)
5. Entertainment
(books, movies, internet, T.V., blogs, etc...listed in no particular order....I did put books first to look more intelligent.)
6. Delicious food
(on Thanksgiving Day, and non-Thanksgiving days)
7. Laughter and being silly
(two of my favorite things)
8. My phone
(I love talking and texting, and I am thankful for my phone even though it has no back and the battery falls out all the time. I wish I could be thankful for a fancy iphone, like my husband, but no such luck. )
9. My health
(after my bouts with kidney and gall stones, I am VERY thankful for each day that I feel well.)
10. All the other things that are fabulous!
(There are about a billion more things that I am thankful for, but this category will cover all those things, while keeping the post at a reasonable length.
Therefore, I am thankful for my ability to know when to call it quits...)

Confused!

Did you know....

I still call Smith's Market Place....Fred Meyer?

I still call Big Lots....Pic N Save? Or if I think real hard I call it Mac Frugal's....never Big Lots.

I still think NBC is channel two, and CBS is channel 5, even though they switched like a billion years ago?

I am fairly intelligent person, who usually learns new things quickly, but there is something about those three things that totally confuses me. Weird.

What is right vs. what is convenient?

I am someone who is a planner and like to pride myself on making sound decisions. I like to weigh my options, research and read about my options, think about the consequences, make a decision, and execute said plan. I am rarely impulsive, and have pretty much planned out all my major life events. What can I say? I like it this way. I like to set goals and achieve them.

However, I do sometimes have a hard time make the "right" choice when there is a more convenient option available, even when I have all the information in front of me. I don't consider myself a lazy person, but sometimes I take the easy way out. Let me give some examples.

I will eat fast food, because it is convenient when I know that food prepared at home is generally healthier and more balanced. But, I don't enjoy the time it takes to make a meal, or the clean up that follows.

I will eat something out of the freezer or out of a box, rather than preparing a fresh meal is almost always better for you. Again, if I am going to cook, I want it to be easy.

I will use a paper towel or a Clorox Wipe to clean up a mess, rather than getting a rag or a sponge, even though I know it is more environmental sound to not use products that are one time use.

I will watch hours of a Law and Order marathon because it is easy and mindless, but it takes every fiber of my being to motivate myself to exercise, because it is not enjoyable, and then I am all sweaty and have to shower.

So, how do you make a "good" choice when a more convenient and appealing choice is in front of you?

I knew it!!!!!!

Dalan and I have found a new favorite thing to watch on the television. It is ESPN's 30 for 30 series, which features 30 different moments/stories/events/personalities/etc in sport's history over the last 30 years in order to celebrate the network's 30th anniversary. See, everything that is cool is turning thirty this year!

They are really interesting, and they are done by different film makers and directors each week as a documentary, and air on Tuesday nights with limited commercials. So far, we have watched the one on the Baltimore Colts marching band that continued to play and march for the 12 years after the Colts moved from Baltimore to Indianapolis, and the one on Len Bias, the college basketball player who died in 1986 from a cocaine overdose after being drafted to the Celtics. Come on, you all remember Len Bias, you may not remember his name, but anyone in my age bracket will remember the cautionary tale of the superstar athlete who only tried drugs once and DIED of a heart attack, so who knows what drugs could do to ordinary boys and girls like yourselves. I think I heard his story every year of my life in drug prevention lessons. Well, his story was very interesting, and the jury is still out about how often he used cocaine, depends on who you believe in the documentary. We still have one on Mohammad Ali in our DVR, and one coming up this Tuesday on Jimmy the Greek.

Dalan's interest was piqued as far as the other topics featured in the series, and then found a piece of information on ESPN's website that confirmed what I have known my whole life. ESPN's 30 for 30 is devoting an entire episode to June 17, 1994. MY BIRTHDAY! They had thirty years of sport's moments, highlights, stories, and personalities, and they chose to devote one of their 30 precious hours to MY BIRTHDAY. I have always known and taken any opportunity to remind people that June 17th is magical, but here is further proof of the greatest day to ever exist. I know that in 1994 on MY BIRTHDAY O.J. Simpson went on his infamous drive, but I cannot wait to find out all the other stuff. This particular segment won't air until 2010, so I will send out a reminder, because this is a show you will not want to miss!!!!!!

Edited to add: Dalan wanted me to make it clear that we receive no compensation for promoting ESPN or its programming. We just really like this show. However, if ESPN would like to sponsor the snoop bloggy blog, we are open to any and all offers.

Another sort of anniversary

Happy One Year Anniversary to The Whine Sellers' Blog!

It has been one helluva year, and here is to many more!