Drama Queen

I think I am addicted to drama from afar.   I kind of look for it, but I don't really like it in my own life.  Recently, Rich and another friend have asked me why I always read the comment section on controversial articles. I don't know what I get out it,  but I can't help myself.  I scroll through facebook...halloween costume (awww), random post about a "friend's" day(ummm...ok...who is this chic again...oh yea she was in the interviewing class when I a 2nd year PA student...why are we still friends), my hippie cousin's existential post on the universe (ummmmm...ok), halloween costume(cute), halloween costume(adorable), my friend liked dove soap (why did she do that?...does she get some kind of discount for liking them), my dad's friend liked one his photos from 2011 (must have been a boring Friday night), controversial article about______ (oh here we go...not even going to read the article let's see what the comments are about....oh man, these folks are CRAZY...and that one dude had a good point....wow that person needs a friend or spouse or somebody else to listen to them...ok that is not even the point of the article-that I didn't read...ohh crap Elliott just pulled the eggs out of the refrigerator...why did I pick up my phone to begin with..oh yea I needed to put a reminder to take the laundry out of the washer)

Anyway, you get the point.  I look for the drama.  I loved watching Gossip Girl.  With that show I could be in high school with the drama and the gossip, but never had to worry that I said something I wasn't supposed to say or shared somebody else's secret.  You know that moment after you've said something and realize...uh-oh that was not common knowledge.  Yea, that moment is the worst. But as a spectator of fictional characters, it is all the drama none of the guilt.  Bachelor/Bachelorette is the perfect combo of fame-seekers, emotional unhinged individuals, fantastic producers and "love." It is a like drama soup and all the ingredients are perfect.

So yea, I like drama a lot.  Honestly, I started this post a couple of days ago and I can't remember where I was going with this.  I mean it's my blog, I can ramble if I want to.

Ok and speaking of random stories with no point, last night I had the Young Women from church over to my house to watch a movie.  I picked out 10 movies.  Well, you better believe that one of them was You've Got Mail.  One of the first girls to arrive looked through the stack and said, "what's this one? I've never heard of it." I tried to convince her that it was only the greatest movie of all time and she should vote for it.  I tried to tell all the girls as they came in that this was my favorite movie and they should pick it.  The moment to vote came and I was pretty excited that I might be able to introduce them to this epic work of art.  The 17 year-old girl was presenting the options to everyone she started naming off each movie and when she picked up You've Got Mail she said, "some email movie....whatever it's called."  AHHHHH!!! Dagger to my heart.  Once again folks....solidifying that I am become ancient and irrelevant.

The Safari Zoo...it was a mix of amazement, disgust, terror and excitement....but mostly really  messy.

Charlotte didn't want the giraffe to eat out of her hand so she just lined the food up and the giraffe...he figured it out.

Charlotte said she wanted be like tiana and put powdered sugar on their waffles.  I left the room and she gave a couple extra doses to Elliott.

Daddy Daughter Date!! So cute. She specifically requested he wear a suit.

Look at the wheels turning in Elliott head...Hmmm It looks like....

Rich went hiking in Yosemite.

Elliott did not want mama eating all his popcorn.

Smelling so sweet

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.