the man in the ketchup bottle suit

I had a dream the night before last that a bunch of people dressed up as condiments (ketchup bottle, mustard, salt and pepper shakers, etc.) were running a foot race. The condiment suits were huge, bulky getups—like baseball mascot outfits—and everyone was really struggling to run in them. The ketchup bottle guy’s suit was taller than the others and his bottle top got snagged by a low-hanging wire, which knocked him to the ground.

For some reason, I thought this was the funniest thing in the world and I started laughing in my sleep so hard that I shook the bed and woke Holly up. She asked me what was going on, and still half-asleep, I told her what I had dreamt. I continued to laugh—seriously, harder than I’ve ever laughed before—for another five minutes. I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t say three words before erupting into another burst of laughter. The absurdity of all this caused Holly to start laughing to, which only made me laugh harder. It wasn’t until I splashed some water on my face and completely woke up that I could physically stop laughing.

Holly has been making fun of me non-stop ever since.

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I just noticed that an online personality quiz that I designed (at work) recently made the front page of Well, actually, a very tiny promo for the quiz made the front page. Not exactly a major life milestone, but still kind of cool.

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MyHeritage Face Recognition: A wonderful blend of fun and public humiliation.

happy birthday dave

Today is Dave’s 31st birthday! That’s right, I robbed the cradle by 10 days.
Dave, I am so glad that I am your wifey, I love you babe. Happy Birthday.

happy birthday holly!

Today is Holly’s 31st birthday and I thought it would be fun to tell one of my favorite Holly stories.

I remember when I first met Holly, she and her roomate, Jana, told me a series of lies about what they did/used to do for a living. Among other things, they told me that one or both of them were:

• professional cake chefs
• masseurs
• their high school’s mascot
• professional foosball players

I’m embarassed to admit this, but I totally believed them—at first. I had just met them, and they always had a way of telling me these things very convincingly, so they had me going in the beginning. It wasn’t until Jana told me that Holly was a professional foosballer, that I began to have my doubts…

Do any of you (dear readers) have a favorite “Holly story” that you’d like to share?

i love holly.

Let me just warn you up front. If you are not Holly Lesue, you probably don’t want to read this blog entry.

Now, I realize that what I am about to say is extremely cheesey and that I will probably have my man-status revoked for it, but I just have to say this. Officially, adamantly, ardently—I love my wife.

I don’t mean that I sort of like her, or that she’s ok to have around… I mean that I LOVE her.

She is better than the best thing that you can think of. She is better than chocolate-covered five dollar bills. She is perfect. She is sublime.

And I, David Lesue, cannot help but love her.

Happy Valentine’s Day, babe.

nice and warm

The other day, Dave was outside shoveling the walk and driveway, so naturally, Nezzie had to go outside too. When he was done, they played in the snow for a while and when they came in, Nezzie showed me a little icicle that she had found. She said that she had named it “popsicle.” She was keeping it inside her glove “to keep him nice and warm.”

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Dave and I have recently gotten into watching the tv series “Lost.” My parents have seasons one and two on DVD, and the first six episodes of this season are online, so we should be able to catch up before this season resumes on February 7th. We are currently on season two—one of the early episodes—so don’t spoil anything for us… that is if anyone was planning on commenting, I think Dave and I are the only ones who read this.

christmas greetings

Last December, I started working as a graphic designer at Janda Design Company. This has allowed me to wear a lot of black clothing and make snooty comments about MySpace and poorly designed brochures. It’s been a lot of fun.

Typing seriously though, I give thanks to my Heavenly Father for allowing me to work in a profession that I love, with people that I admire and respect, and especially for allowing me to be a part of such a beautiful family. I love my girls more than anything and I feel so blessed to have them in my life.

Holly was recently voted the absolute best wife, mother, teacher, chef, nursemaid, entertainer, and all-around awesome person in the free world. Ever. It wasn’t even close. Seriously.

It’s an understatement to say that the award was well-deserved.

Every day, Holly does an amazing job raising our two little girls. She’s patient, nurturing, and always loving with Nezzie and Gwen.

This is Holly now—I will just intervene here… I guess I’ve fooled Dave. I don’t know about “best”, but I will accept a few of those titles.

This past year Dave & I turned 30. It wasn’t as scary as I thought it was going to be and Dave freaked out about turning 30 when we turned 29, so I think it didn’t affect him this year. Some of the bigger events of our year include getting my purse stolen at Disneyland, Dave’s emergency appendectomy, moving to Provo, Jon’s wedding/Kewish reunion and the birth of our second daughter, Gwendolyn Carol Lesue, on September 20th.

Being a mother is so rewarding and I really enjoy staying at home with the girls each day. Between the two of them I’m lucky to get dressed by noon each day. I have a lot of fun with Inez, who is very entertaining. She is so happy when Dave comes home though and loves to play Line Rider with him, or anything really. She is a Daddy’s girl through and through. Gwen on the other hand still prefers me over anyone—in which I secretly delight. The fact that Nezzie is a daddy’s girl, while Gwen remains a mommy’s girl is the principal reason behind their jammies in our Christmas card—our unbridled narcissism is only a secondary reason.

Speaking of our Christmas card, I have recently picked up a little hobby in the area of stamping—hence the card that probably led you here. It’s a fun diversion when I can find a free minute to create… The problem is that those “free minutes” are so few and far between. This is why our card is so shamefully late this year.

Ok—back to Dave…

Holly and I are really getting excited about Christmas this year. Granted, we get excited about Christmas every year, but this is shaping up to be the first Christmas that Nezzie truly “gets it.” We enjoyed her first three Chistmases, but this one—so far—has been such a fun experience. She’s so full of excitement and wonder.

She comes up with interesting observations about Santa Claus. She’ll make bold statements like, “Santa’s beard goes up to his mouth,” and “Santa and Mrs. Claus got married in the ice temple.” Then she’ll follow up and expound upon earlier declarations by saying things like “Santa doesn’t talk very good. Because of the beard.” She routinely asks anyone, “So (insert name), what do you want for Christmas?” When asked in return what she wants, she has consistently answered, “a blue truck.” We have NO idea where that came from.

She is such a good sister and is very kind to Gwen. Whenever Gwen is crying Nezzie tries to calm her and will say, “It’s okay Gwenie” and then starts right up with “Twinkle little star”, which surprisingly works most of the time. She constantly wants to talk or sing to Gwen while she is asleep.

She also takes great pleasure in jumping on primarily beds but also anything with any sort of bounce to it. She has said on a number of occasions that she is a “great jumper”. She has lots of energy like most three year olds, and we are trying to think of the best way to take advantage of it.

Our little Gwenie (A.K.A. Bubbles McDrooley) continues to grow, developing row after row of car tire-esque fat rings around her thighs. They make very cute accessories for our stylish and increasingly meaty three-month old. Holly and I are entranced by them, often pinching, poking, and proding them in the middle of a diaper change. “Look at that,” we’ll say, shaking our heads. “So fat, and yet… so adorable.” We’ll go on like this for some time.

Taking a cue from her parents, Gwen has recently developed an unhealthy obsession of her own—her right hand. She’ll hold it out in front of her and stare at it for minutes at a time, which, for a three-month old, quickly adds up to represent a substantial percentage of her total life. It’s a problem. We’re thinking about staging an intervention.

We are so grateful for our many blessings and thank our Heavenly Father daily. We are especially grateful at this time of year for our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. We send our love and best wishes to all of our loved ones this holiday season.