The other day I was at the grocery store and saw this magazine. I was walking past and I'm pretty certain it whispered to me. "STOP" It was like a loud yelling-type whisper (that's how magazines talk to me). I stopped and I couldn't pick it up fast enough and put it in my basket. I proudly presented it to Rich as soon as I got home. He should be excited that this is the beginning of a new life. He is going to come home everyday to a gorgeously clean home. The subtitle says, "Your room-by-room guide to a beautiful home." Each page is covered with perfectly cleaned and sparsely decorated rooms. It makes me feel relaxed just thinking about it. This book is the answer. It is answer to all my issue with my house. All the clutter. All the junk. All the mess. All the laundry. It will transform it all into a simple, beautiful, immaculate home. Then my fantasy-world-bubble gets popped when Rich glanced at the magazine and said, "great, one more thing to get left out and make a mess." Ugh...and he's right. He's right. Already...it's doing that. Rich knows me so well. There are somethings that I am good at, but cleaning and time management are not my forte. Sometimes he will ask me what my plans are for the day and I tell him and usually I am really proud of all that I am going to do and usually I still have a list in the back of my mind that I don't tell him about because they are my "reach" items that will take some luck to accomplish and even with leaving those items off my list of plans he says to me, "Ummmm...I think you are being way to optimistic on the amount you can get done in that amount of time." Annnnd he's right.
I guess this is what happens after 10 years of marriage. If turning 30 didn't make me feel old and by old I mean mature, being married for 10 years certainly does. When I was 19 years old and I was nervous about getting married that young, because my biggest fear was that I would be 30 and miserable and wonder why anybody let the 19 year-old make the decision. Well, I can happily say that that is not the case and I don't regret my decision for an instant. Alright, I know that is cheesy. BUT how about this for a love story: When I was in my first year of PA school Richard worked as a custodian (this is the preferred term over janitor according to Rich). He was working at a middle school and one day came home with a gift for me. It was perfume and I loved the scent, but I knew we didn't have enough money for him to just be buying me gifts and it was kind of suspicious that this particular bottle of perfume was half full and didn't have a lid. I mean a gift is a gift right? Who cares that Rich found it in an empty locker. It is still the only perfume that I own and every time I see it it sort of makes me laugh. I'm so fancy with my lovely perfume that was left in a junior high locker 7 years ago. Ahh...we are romantic aren't we. I should write about of our love stories.
Oooorrrrr not.
Here are our comings and going for the last month...we really have been coming and going ALOT!
We had the best reunion with all my roommates from college, most of our kiddos and some of our husbands. How do we have so much to talk about? But we did and do! It was so fabulous. We even had itineraries and organized activities and menus. It was crazy and just awesome.
our progeny
My brother is a pretty cool uncle. I like this pic of Garrett and his "long-haired freaky people"/hooligans coloring with his 3-year-old niece.
Boating with the family. Oh how I love boating. I am pretty sure families that boat together stay together.
In my family the rule was if you let go and ended your run without doing something cool everyone would spit on you when the boat came around. I am so pathetic that nobody even bothers to spit on me anymore. But whatever I can still get up on a wake board.
For anyone who is wondering how baby Bridger is doing ...here is Jennie's Blog
First appt at the dentist.
a few weeks after this happened I reminded Charlotte of how she went to Daddy to get her teeth cleaned and she was pretty emphatic, "Daddy didn't clean my teeth, Jessica DID!!" She is so right. What are you even doing at work Richard?!?! J/k I still don't really know what a crown is, but I know your job involves those things.
