I am now officially certified. (yeah yeah, keep the "lunatic" cracks to yourself). I'm excited, although these pieces of paper don't mean much, I'm glad to have completed the work. I passed my test with a 98% score which I'm proud of, I've not earned that high of a score on many things. Below are my certificates, one from the school I studied under, one from the national board recognizing my training/test score, one from the Stage Show training session I took at last year's convention, and there should be one more for the Stage Safety course I took, completed, and passed, but the certificate never came in the mail. I might just make my own for sake of display.


Yesterday afternoon when I let Rusty out to go to the bathroom, he decided to go exploring. Normally he does not leave the yard, and the couple of times he has, he didn't make it very far before stopping to play with kids or other dogs and was very easy to find. This time, no such luck. When we went to bring him in, he was gone. We looked around town (several times), waited by the phone since our number is on his tag, reported him missing at the humane society, hung fliers around the neighborhood, and even called the local vet in case someone brings him by injured and for some reason doesn't have his tag on anymore. Hopefully he is still around somewhere, and ok. While I haven't had very many dogs to compare, he was by far the best dog I ever had. Well tempered, fun, trained him to do several cool tricks, loyal (although slightly dumb at times) and if I can make up a word that Kristy would probably use: "cuddle-rific".
The pendulum today decided to inform us the baby will have brown eyes. It is still consistent with it's previous answers: 1 boy, black (which I have discovered my wife thinks dark brown hair like mine is "black") dark brown hair, and now brown eyes.
we shall see.
Today we did the pendulum again. It is very consistently telling us we are having a boy, and just one (not twins). Today we got a new bit of news. It seems he will have black hair.
Although the pendulum is still telling us it will be a boy, we must allow for it to be wrong. We have long lists of girls names that we want to wade through and pick a winner from, and decided to go ahead and do it tonight.
We called on the point system
I hope it's a boy. I mostly don't care, as long as it's healthy, but if I picked boy or girl to hope for, it would be a boy. Actually, mostly I just am excited about the pendulum being right, and I hope it turns out to be what the pendulum says.
Anyway, we've been tossing name ideas at each other
Today we had our first doctors appointment. It's been a nervous few weeks, since they didn't schedule us for so long, we read books and hoped we were doing everything we were supposed to do. They were all very nice. They said everything looked great so far and answered several questions we had to make sure we had read correctly. We attempted to hear the babies heart beat, although they told us it was probably too early. We didn't hear anything yet, but they spoke highly of our hearing it at the next visit.
The due date is July 1st.
We're using the hypnosis pendulum to try and find out as much as we can about the baby before any "real science" can reveal it to us. Today the pendulum told us it is just one baby (I think twins would be fun
) and it is a boy.
We're going to check periodically to make sure it is answering consistently. Then of course ultimately it will be exciting to see if it's accurate.
We made a dinner date with Joyce (Terry was working late) so we could tell them the news. At the table, Kristy told her mom that our trip was not random. "Ok" she said, most likely expecting us to ask for help on the house or something. Kristy said "You're going to be a grandma."
I slept on the couch last night, because I laid in bed several hours without falling asleep, so I went downstairs to turn on the television and fall asleep. About 8:00 Kristy came down and asked if I was "awake" (i.e. coherent) enough to "talk". She shared with me that she had just