Sunday, April 11, 2010

Photos of Alex

Go to...
http://cranneysrus.blogspot.com/2010/04/meet-alex.html

Friday, April 9, 2010

Changing our Blog Site (at Husband's Request)

After a year of holding back his true feelings, Nate has finally come clean and confessed that he doesn't like the address of this blog site. And so, it is with great sadness that we announce that our family "business" will no longer be posted at this site. Instead, you can find out our news by going to a more legitimate site at http://cranneysrus.blogspot.com/. I hope this makes sense!

Thursday, March 25, 2010

Pennsylvania For Sure

Well, we heard back already from Washington and it looks like we are for sure going to Pennsylvania. So…anyone ever been to Greensburg? Nate is already making contacts and even found another Utah guy who is part of the medical school's ultimate frisbee team. Do you think they'll let wives play?

Sunday, March 21, 2010

Med School!

Well, it looks like we are going to medical school!!!!!! Yup, you guessed it. Nate's interview two weeks ago in Pennsylvania went better than he thought. A miracle, considering that with the time changes from Mountain to Eastern, Nate was actually interviewed at 6 a.m. (according to his body's internal clock). Ah, the stress relief at not being in limbo-land. I can't tell you how difficult it is to not know if you are going somewhere, where you are going, if you should quit your job, etc. Yes, I have been sleeping much better these last few nights.

Nate also had an invitation to interview in Washington, and since we'd already bought the plane ticket, we figured he should go ahead and interview and see if there is any competition for Pennsylvania. So he is there right now, renting yet another car (this one is a Kia). The school was kind enough to bump his interview time up so he could catch a plane back to Provo the same day. Otherwise he was going to have to stay two nights up there - which could be bad if Junior decides to come a couple of days early (which he won't, because momma said so). A mark in the school's favor. Who knows? Maybe he'll get a second acceptance...

Thursday, March 4, 2010

Lucky Husband Rents Cars. Wife Becomes Jealous.

Oh the unfairness of it all. I have been waiting YEARS to be able to drive a rental car. I remember the first time my family rented one of their own - we had flown into Florida to visit my grandparents and my dad walked up to that tall, poly-something maroon counter and ordered the coolest, recent model van I had ever been in. I think I was about 7 years old at the time. Naturally, as I grew older, I anticipated the moment when I could rent my own very cool, recent model vehicle. But alas, they wouldn't permit me to do so until I was 25!!!! Dumb car rental rules. I won't tell you how much older than 25 I am now, but suffice it to say I could rent a vehicle if I wanted to. Unfortunately, the opportunity has never come up.

My husband, on the other hand, bless his spoiled hide, is on his way to a medical interview in Pennsylvania today. And what does he get to do? Rent a car for two days. Oh the injustice! And not only is it unjust that he gets to rent the car today, but that he was also able to rent a car only two weeks ago when he traveled to Arizona for a previous interview. Of course, when he was in Arizona they upgraded his vehicle to a new model Jeep. Go figure. One day, it will be my turn...

Saturday, January 16, 2010

To Waddle



To waddle. “To walk with short steps, swaying or rocking from side to side, as a duck” (Dictionary.com, “Waddle,” viewed Jan. 16, 2010). In my current physical state, I have given a lot of thought to this very unique adjective. I imagine that for the majority of people hearing or reading the word “waddle,” a vivid image of ducks or geese is instantly brought to mind. For me, I see three white ducks with orange-yellow feet walking away from me on a grassy lawn towards a still lake surrounded by willow trees. Or perhaps oaks? I suppose the type of tree doesn’t matter. What matters is that I see the shifting of weight from one little paddler to the next as the ducks move in unison towards better turf.

Yes, I have given a lot of thought to waddling in recent days. Why do ducks waddle? I figure it is because there is no way to maintain balance when the entire body weight of the duck is above a single leg. This means that the legs must be disproportionately small in comparison to the size of the body and thus a shifting of weight must occur in order to lift and set down each leg as part of a physics round in order to keep from falling over. Things in motion tend to stay in motion, do they not? Thus duck use the motion to flow weight from one side of a tender stick-of-a-leg to the other without running their equally yellow-orange beaks into the mud. I wonder what type of energy it would take (proportionately speaking) to set that weight in motion for the duck to take the first steps?

Pregnancy. “To turn into a duck, complete with disproportionate leg size and strength compared to the weight and size of the body, elongated spreading of the feet similar to fins, and nasty emotional responses that exit the mouth area much like quacking” (Robin’s Philosophical Reference, “Pregnancy,” 2010).

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

When Carl Comes to Town

The holiday season is filled with gumdrop buttons, coal-filled stockings, and dreams of deaf cats on the roof top. But the one thing we really look foward to is When Carl Comes to Town.

Nate's brother Carl is staying with us for the holidays. Invariably, whenever Carl comes to town, three things always occur:

1. We get new pets. The first time it was cats. The second time it was fish. This time? I suggested a gerbil, but Nate said no. We have T minues 9 days to convince him otherwise. BTW - the fish all died.
2. If Carl comes between October and January, there is always a big snow storm while he is here. It's not as if he brings it with him - he lives in Washington D.C. for crying out loud! The snow began yesterday afternoon and has continued to this very moment. I was fortunate to drive to work on the unplowed roads and learned the true meaning of the word "donut." Luckily, no one else was stupid enough to drive their car to work during the holiday break. The result? I think I am addicted. Without worrying about hitting other people, cars, or deaf cats, twirling around uncontrollably in a 15-year-old Toyota is actually quite exciting. I might have Nate take me to the stadium parking lot later so that I can experience such joy again.
3. The kitchen faucet breaks. Always. In fact, this time last year was when it occurred for the very first time. Carl was there, of course. But we did what any poor, struggling, starving working gal/college student couple does - we jimmy rigged it. Unfortunately, yesterday the Nile River decided to make a pit stop in North America and made an appearance in our kitchen. Still flowing north to south, however (I guess some things you can't change). Somehow between Carl's capacity to fit in small places, Nate's long arms, and my big belly, we put in a brand new faucet. Of course, this was after we couldn't get the valves to turn off and went crawling around the house trying to locate the main water supply, and fighting tooth and nail to remove an old faucet that appeared welded onto the sink behind a very large, very new disposal that Nate installed only too recently. Basin wrench what? Yeah right. If Nate and I are ever stricken with extreme poverty, we will take up plumbing (http://buckcranney.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-plumber.html).

To my brother-in-law Carl -
We love you and are so glad you can stay with us. Thank you for helping us extend our family to include more living organisms, teaching me the joys of spinning out on ice, and helping Nate and me to establish good skills as future plumbers. You will always have a soft spot in our hearts.