Ok, there's NOTHING on tv. I mean nothing. We were actually watching MTV yesterday. We were watching "Made", and it was about this girl who wanted to be a bad ass skater punk. This poor girl was delusional, going on about how all the cool kids are skaters. Sigh. Sweetie, they're really not cool at all. Anyway, I felt really bad for this kid. She was like 15, daughter of a "politician" (apparently County Commissioner counts as a politician these days), and her mom had some job outside the home, but really her main job was to quell any urge for this girl to be a normal human being. So the girl is trying to learn to skateboard and kept falling. She cried and was all, I can't do this! So her mom brings her to the skate park and the girl's coach is like, Quit being a baby and skate damnit! Her mom like launched herself at the coach and was like screaming at her about how dare she speak to her child like that, blah, blah, blah. I didn't even finish watching it the woman was so ridiculous I couldn't stand it. Anyway, the whole thing made me realize 2 things.
1. If I ever act that ridiculous and over-protective about my kids, I give Chris permission to slap me upside the head. Although, I don't think it's likely. After all, I am the same mom who laughed at her kid when he fell in the driveway and told her daughter to "toughen up" when she complained about being sick...turns out she had a double ear infection and strep throat...but we won't discuss that.
2. I'm getting really old. MTV is stupid. The commercials are stupid. I SO don't get The Hills, or Speidi or whatever the hell that is. And all the flashing lights and break dancing makes me go into convulsions. I used to love MTV, but now it all just makes me feel old.
So what have we learned? 30 is way older than it seemed when I turned 29 and I really am a spectacular mother.
Merry Christmas, except to the Cowboys who suck.
Busy, busy, busy. We had Christmas Eve here, and it was...hectic. I was working on Tuesday and Chris calls me to tell me the light on the boiler is blinking. I was like eh...ok, and? So he pushes the little button and the furnace starts...and stops. I was like DID WE JUST RUN OUT OF OIL?! Yep. Bone freaking dry. I called the oil company and they're like, we'll deliver first thing tomorrow morning. Ok, that's not completely the end of the world, it'll just be a tad chilly. We took the kids to my mom's for a couple of hours and did the last-minute Christmas shopping in the seventh circle of hell, otherwise known as Wal-Mart. 4 hours later (yeah, seriously 4 hours for a total of $30 worth of stuff), we get home, and although it's pretty cold it's not that bad. Next morning, I wake up early and go to the bank to get the money to pay the oil delivery guy, who I'm sure will be there literally ANY second. I waited in line for about 45 minutes, sure that I was going to miss him, but I got home and he hadn't come yet. So I gave Dave (ex-husband/errand boy for the day) my list of needed grocery items to prepare for that evening's party. The day goes on and on, and no oil delivery. No oil means not only no heat, but no hot water, means no dishes can be done. Finally at about 1:30, oil gets delivered. I run downstairs and push the flashy button...no joy. I push and push, yell some profanities and stomp back upstairs to call my dad for help. Dave finally strolls in at about 2:00 with my groceries (he left the house at 10:00), but completely botched it. My dad was in an appointment and didn't pick up his phone and my brother was out. So I waited some more. Meanwhile, I've dirtied every dish in the house and I have people coming in 4 hours. I smell like a trucker and my house looks like an F5 blew through.
My dad finally answers his cell phone and gives me a bunch of sighs about how busy he is, I'm like, Dad...me too, please help anyway. He and brother come, bang around for about an hour and are like, yeah, we can't start it. It's now about 3:15 and I'm seriously on the verge of a nervous breakdown. I was like ok, I'll boil water to do dishes, I can handle this. We call the oil company back (who has of course closed by now), and they send their emergency guy out. On a side note, I'm switching careers, this guy who didn't bother showing up until after 4:00 made $120 for his little 35 minute visit. I'm obviously in the wrong profession. Anyway, he trudges around, gets mud all over the kitchen floor, but FINALLY gets the furnace started...at 5:05. I now have company coming in 55 minutes and I still smell like a trucker. So Chris and I go into total panic mode, rushing around like crazy people trying desperately not to kill each other when Chris looks up and goes, "someone's here". I think I may have screamed a little, but it was just Michaela coming to help. So people came at 6:00...on the dot. Now mind you, these people have never been on time a day in their lives, and pick today to be on time. Sigh. I didn't get a shower, but I did get deodorant on, so at least I didn't smell. All in all it was a good night. It didn't go at all how I'd planned, but it was ok. Everyone raved about the food, but with all the drama all day, so many little details were missing, and it was definitely not how I wanted it. But what are you gonna do?
Christmas Day was nice, very low-key and quiet. Just hung out at my mom's and ate myself silly. Friday I ate myself into a sugar-induced coma. Saturday I slept until 2:00 and ate some more. Today I skipped church, and ate some more. Kat had cheering this afternoon. She got her uniform that "fits like a second skin", which really means don't breathe or you'll bust the seams. But that's what God invented tailors for. Tonight the Cowboys rolled over and died for the Philadelphia Evils. The NFL should be insulted that people actually called that football. I could've played better than them. Horrible would be a compliment. 44-6. There are no words for it. It was freaking terrible.
Anyway that was my last few days. Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!
My dad finally answers his cell phone and gives me a bunch of sighs about how busy he is, I'm like, Dad...me too, please help anyway. He and brother come, bang around for about an hour and are like, yeah, we can't start it. It's now about 3:15 and I'm seriously on the verge of a nervous breakdown. I was like ok, I'll boil water to do dishes, I can handle this. We call the oil company back (who has of course closed by now), and they send their emergency guy out. On a side note, I'm switching careers, this guy who didn't bother showing up until after 4:00 made $120 for his little 35 minute visit. I'm obviously in the wrong profession. Anyway, he trudges around, gets mud all over the kitchen floor, but FINALLY gets the furnace started...at 5:05. I now have company coming in 55 minutes and I still smell like a trucker. So Chris and I go into total panic mode, rushing around like crazy people trying desperately not to kill each other when Chris looks up and goes, "someone's here". I think I may have screamed a little, but it was just Michaela coming to help. So people came at 6:00...on the dot. Now mind you, these people have never been on time a day in their lives, and pick today to be on time. Sigh. I didn't get a shower, but I did get deodorant on, so at least I didn't smell. All in all it was a good night. It didn't go at all how I'd planned, but it was ok. Everyone raved about the food, but with all the drama all day, so many little details were missing, and it was definitely not how I wanted it. But what are you gonna do?
Christmas Day was nice, very low-key and quiet. Just hung out at my mom's and ate myself silly. Friday I ate myself into a sugar-induced coma. Saturday I slept until 2:00 and ate some more. Today I skipped church, and ate some more. Kat had cheering this afternoon. She got her uniform that "fits like a second skin", which really means don't breathe or you'll bust the seams. But that's what God invented tailors for. Tonight the Cowboys rolled over and died for the Philadelphia Evils. The NFL should be insulted that people actually called that football. I could've played better than them. Horrible would be a compliment. 44-6. There are no words for it. It was freaking terrible.
Anyway that was my last few days. Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!
The Evil Cashman
Yesterday we had a huge (like 12 inches of snow) snowstorm so we were pretty much shut-ins after church yesterday. I was frantically cooking in preparation of our big Christmas Eve shindig. And who walks in? Gasp! It's the Evil Cashman! (or so he likes to call his alter ego) And of course no superhero would be complete without safety glasses and a gold medal, right? I think the dagger is a nice touch...
Aren't you a necrophiliac?
Chris has been driving me nuts with all his snoring lately. So we're discussing possible causes, excessive tiredness, stress, stuff like that.
Chris: Maybe I have narcolepsy.
Silence.
Me: Um...doesn't that mean that you like to have sex with dead people?
Chris: (in between fits of laughter) No, dumbass. That's a necrophiliac.
Me: Are you sure?
Chris: Yeah babe, pretty sure.
Sigh. Note to self, learn the difference between breathing disorders and creepy fetishes.
Chris: Maybe I have narcolepsy.
Silence.
Me: Um...doesn't that mean that you like to have sex with dead people?
Chris: (in between fits of laughter) No, dumbass. That's a necrophiliac.
Me: Are you sure?
Chris: Yeah babe, pretty sure.
Sigh. Note to self, learn the difference between breathing disorders and creepy fetishes.
I'm an AWESOME Mom!
It's been a pretty busy two days for us. Yesterday we had a lot of snow, so of course that meant shoveling and lots of it. The kids had an early release day, so they "helped" me shovel. And by help, I mean they pushed the snow in all directions...except for pushing it off the driveway. After about and hour, Kat called to me to see how good she was doing, and she's on her hands and knees in the driveway brushing the snow from side to side. Look! This way you can see the driveway and you don't have to lift any snow! Sigh. Typical Kat though. She almost got kicked off the bus a couple of months ago. The bus driver wrote her up for causing "excessive mischief". Being the stellar parent that I am, I burst out laughing. Excessive mischief? As if. What does that even mean? I figure if you can't give me an actual problem, or an example of bad behavior, it can't be that bad. Take a pill and get over it. Suffice it to say, she didn't get in trouble.
Today was David's big orthodontist day. He had his expander put in. Poor kid. They glue this metal contraption to his teeth with a big bar that runs across the roof of his mouth. He was drooling and talking like his mouth was full all day. It's gotten better since this evening, and I anticipate it will continue to get better, but man, it was bad, and I felt so bad for him. I showed my stellar mothering skills again today when I packed him a bologna and cheese sandwich, carrots and animal crackers for lunch. Keep in mind, the metal thing covers 3 teeth on each side, so he can't chew. Yeah...oops. The lunch ladies took pity on him and gave him some mashed potato to eat. The teacher told him to tell me that perhaps soup in a thermos would've been a better choice. I'm like, thanks, good tip. He came off the bus crying because he was so hungry. I bought him a chocoloate shake out of sheer guilt.
So pretty much, I'm thinking, I've totally sewed up my Mother of the Year award.
Today was David's big orthodontist day. He had his expander put in. Poor kid. They glue this metal contraption to his teeth with a big bar that runs across the roof of his mouth. He was drooling and talking like his mouth was full all day. It's gotten better since this evening, and I anticipate it will continue to get better, but man, it was bad, and I felt so bad for him. I showed my stellar mothering skills again today when I packed him a bologna and cheese sandwich, carrots and animal crackers for lunch. Keep in mind, the metal thing covers 3 teeth on each side, so he can't chew. Yeah...oops. The lunch ladies took pity on him and gave him some mashed potato to eat. The teacher told him to tell me that perhaps soup in a thermos would've been a better choice. I'm like, thanks, good tip. He came off the bus crying because he was so hungry. I bought him a chocoloate shake out of sheer guilt.
So pretty much, I'm thinking, I've totally sewed up my Mother of the Year award.
Gentlemen Prefer...?
Last night we watched Gentlemen Prefer Blondes with Marilyn Monroe and Jane Russell, which I j'adored! I'd never seen it, and I really, really loved it. It was genuinely funny, and it's so much fun to watch old movies where everyone looks fabulous and sings and dances...love it. I also really loved that Lorelei (Marilyn Monroe's character) was unabashedly a gold-digger. I've shared her whole philosophy of the world as long as I can remember, not necessarily the gold-digging, but certainly the philosophy that she's worth it, and why shouldn't she want the best for herself. But I loved the scene about the tiara. Lorelei is trying on a tiara, and she can't figure out how to put in on and when they tell her to put it on her head she says, "You DO wear it on your head. I just LOVE finding new places to wear diamonds!" I laughed so hard at that. I mean seriously, is that not totally true?
Anyway, I was noticing the enormous differences between Jane Russell and Marilyn Monroe and the movie stars of today. The movie stars of the those days are beautiful and statue-esque, but certainly unconventional beauties by today's standards. Marilyn Monroe would most likely be plastered all over US Weekly with the headlines "Marilyn, Too Fat?" It's completely absurd. You could use any of the movie stars of those days, but it was watching Marilyn Monroe that really got me thinking about this. She was (and is) an iconic beauty. Women wanted to be her, men wanted to be with her. Yes, she was typecast, and unfortunately people saw only her looks and not really her as a person, but that only makes my point more. Today's standards are so ludicrous, unless a woman is stick thin, botoxed, nipped, tucked, and implanted, she's fat, or not pretty enough. Please. It's retarded.
See, the problem here is women, not men. I actually heard my mom and my aunt talking a couple of weeks ago, and they were saying that men want thinner women, and DO care about weight, etc. To which I said, bullshit. They still disagreed with me but they're wrong. Women seem to have this ideal picture in their head of what beauty is, men don't share it. Yes, men will always love to look at the Jenna Jameson's of the world, but that's not who they love, it's not who they choose to be with. I think that it's unfair to peg men as these cavemen-like creatures that only care about big boobs and blonde hair. Sure, some men do, but do you honestly want that kind of man anyway? I'm talking about the majority of men. They care about a woman's personality, their confidence, their wit, etc. Any man will tell you that confidence is sexy. If you act and carry yourself like you weigh 300 lbs, then that's exactly how you'll look. But if you own the room, if you own your body, and are comfortable in your own skin, all of a sudden 300 looks like 120. I'm not advocating letting yourself go and burning all your makeup, I'm just saying, be who you are. Be strong, be proud, be beautiful, be you.
Look, I'm no supermodel, I never have been. I've always struggled with my weight. But I've never, ever had a problem getting men to pay attention to me. That's not cocky, it's a fact. I don't walk around like a fatty fat. Own it ladies, love yourself, love your body, and for God's sake, push the mute button on what you're "supposed" to be.
Anyway, that's my rantyness for today.
Anyway, I was noticing the enormous differences between Jane Russell and Marilyn Monroe and the movie stars of today. The movie stars of the those days are beautiful and statue-esque, but certainly unconventional beauties by today's standards. Marilyn Monroe would most likely be plastered all over US Weekly with the headlines "Marilyn, Too Fat?" It's completely absurd. You could use any of the movie stars of those days, but it was watching Marilyn Monroe that really got me thinking about this. She was (and is) an iconic beauty. Women wanted to be her, men wanted to be with her. Yes, she was typecast, and unfortunately people saw only her looks and not really her as a person, but that only makes my point more. Today's standards are so ludicrous, unless a woman is stick thin, botoxed, nipped, tucked, and implanted, she's fat, or not pretty enough. Please. It's retarded.
See, the problem here is women, not men. I actually heard my mom and my aunt talking a couple of weeks ago, and they were saying that men want thinner women, and DO care about weight, etc. To which I said, bullshit. They still disagreed with me but they're wrong. Women seem to have this ideal picture in their head of what beauty is, men don't share it. Yes, men will always love to look at the Jenna Jameson's of the world, but that's not who they love, it's not who they choose to be with. I think that it's unfair to peg men as these cavemen-like creatures that only care about big boobs and blonde hair. Sure, some men do, but do you honestly want that kind of man anyway? I'm talking about the majority of men. They care about a woman's personality, their confidence, their wit, etc. Any man will tell you that confidence is sexy. If you act and carry yourself like you weigh 300 lbs, then that's exactly how you'll look. But if you own the room, if you own your body, and are comfortable in your own skin, all of a sudden 300 looks like 120. I'm not advocating letting yourself go and burning all your makeup, I'm just saying, be who you are. Be strong, be proud, be beautiful, be you.
Look, I'm no supermodel, I never have been. I've always struggled with my weight. But I've never, ever had a problem getting men to pay attention to me. That's not cocky, it's a fact. I don't walk around like a fatty fat. Own it ladies, love yourself, love your body, and for God's sake, push the mute button on what you're "supposed" to be.
Anyway, that's my rantyness for today.
Comedy Theatre
The driveway still has a sheer coating of ice, and the kids were of course playing around on it. First Kat fell, squarely on her butt. I of course delivered my momly, be careful, and no sooner do the words come out of my mouth, David is on the ground. I laughed (all good moms laugh when their children fall, didn't you know that?) and David got up kind quickly and walked around like nothing had happened.
Me: Are you ok?
David: Fine.
Me: Is your pride hurt?
David: Nope, just my arm.
I about peed my pants I laughed so hard. He's too funny. And he's truly one of those kids whose humor is so subtle, I don't even know that he means to be that funny. So anyway, the bus pulls up, and these two kids, who normally wouldn't be caught dead touching each other, let alone hold hands, look furtively at each other and grab hands. Watching the two them take baby steps toward the bus, like a little old couple while clutching each other for dear life was a riot.
Sigh, kids are funny.
Me: Are you ok?
David: Fine.
Me: Is your pride hurt?
David: Nope, just my arm.
I about peed my pants I laughed so hard. He's too funny. And he's truly one of those kids whose humor is so subtle, I don't even know that he means to be that funny. So anyway, the bus pulls up, and these two kids, who normally wouldn't be caught dead touching each other, let alone hold hands, look furtively at each other and grab hands. Watching the two them take baby steps toward the bus, like a little old couple while clutching each other for dear life was a riot.
Sigh, kids are funny.
Phew!
Ok, so I've been sick to my stomach, my back hurts, my neck hurts, I think I have an ulcer...BUT the Cowboys won, our playoff hopes are still alive, and we beat the Giants, which is always a fun time. Who would've pegged me for such a huge football fan? Chris is a more of a college football fan (Georgia Bulldogs), and I'm more of a pro fan. When we got together, I learned quickly, if I wanted to have any conversation with Chris from August to January, I'd better learn football. I even had to forgo my dreams of a fall wedding because there were no good Saturdays (college games and such). We actually ended up getting married on New Year's Eve, but because it's bowl season, we spend every anniversary watching bowl games. To say that Chris is "a football guy" would be a gross understatement.
Anyway, I learned the teams, the players, the rules, I even learned the ref signals. And after all was said and done, it turns out I freaking love football. Now, I watch football by myself, scour ESPN for all the latest news, know stats, etc. I'm a regular football junkie...well, more precisely a Dallas Cowboys junkie. So short story long...the Cowboys won.
Anyway, I learned the teams, the players, the rules, I even learned the ref signals. And after all was said and done, it turns out I freaking love football. Now, I watch football by myself, scour ESPN for all the latest news, know stats, etc. I'm a regular football junkie...well, more precisely a Dallas Cowboys junkie. So short story long...the Cowboys won.
Deep thoughts
I had a dream the other night that really got me thinking. I dreamed about my brother and I when we were kids. It was about a specific event, one that actually happened: I had a friend sleep over and we spent the whole evening teasing my brother, hitting him in the head with books, just doing all those mean things that sisters do. But the weird thing was, I was there, watching the younger me do all these things. My brother ran by older me, happy and absolutely giddy that he had my attention...even if it was me being mean to him. He always wanted to be with me, and at the time, I couldn't be bothered. I reached out to him, wanting desperately to tell him how much I really did love him, and to apologize for always tormenting him, but I couldn't grab him, my hands were invisible, and he see me or hear what I was saying. I woke up, so sad. I know my brother knows I love him, he and I are good now. We're closer than ever. And I know that siblings fight and make up, but I couldn't figure out why I'd had that dream then, and what it meant.
So this morning, I spent the morning helping my cousin move her things our of her ex's house. As I was watching her entire life get packed up and put into trucks, it all clicked. My cousin (Michaela) and I grew up together like sisters. We were always together, did EVERYTHING together, fought like sisters, the whole deal (we're only a year apart in age). Then we got into high school and really drifted apart. She's gone through hell and back in the last few months, and I've been trying "to be there" for her. What struck me today was, that's just not enough.
See, my whole life (up to a few years ago), I've pushed people away, done my own thing, decided that my problems were more important than other people's. I may not be able to go back in time and tell the people that I hurt that I love them, but I CAN tell them today. I can be the person I should've been all along. I can be a friend and a shoulder to cry on for my cousin and my friend. I can help her put one foot in front of the other again. I know what it feels like to feel like your life is falling apart, and not even be able to reach out for help because it hurts so much.
I just sent my brother a text message, telling him that I was thinking about him and that I loved him. Michaela is coming over to hang out tonight. Maybe we do get second chances after all, hell maybe even third and fourth chances.
So this morning, I spent the morning helping my cousin move her things our of her ex's house. As I was watching her entire life get packed up and put into trucks, it all clicked. My cousin (Michaela) and I grew up together like sisters. We were always together, did EVERYTHING together, fought like sisters, the whole deal (we're only a year apart in age). Then we got into high school and really drifted apart. She's gone through hell and back in the last few months, and I've been trying "to be there" for her. What struck me today was, that's just not enough.
See, my whole life (up to a few years ago), I've pushed people away, done my own thing, decided that my problems were more important than other people's. I may not be able to go back in time and tell the people that I hurt that I love them, but I CAN tell them today. I can be the person I should've been all along. I can be a friend and a shoulder to cry on for my cousin and my friend. I can help her put one foot in front of the other again. I know what it feels like to feel like your life is falling apart, and not even be able to reach out for help because it hurts so much.
I just sent my brother a text message, telling him that I was thinking about him and that I loved him. Michaela is coming over to hang out tonight. Maybe we do get second chances after all, hell maybe even third and fourth chances.
And the Grammy goes to...
We're expecting a nasty storm this afternoon. Snow, sleet and freezing rain...a few of my favorite things. Sigh. All of the schools have closed early, so the kids will be home this afternoon early. Kat was supposed to have her concert tonight, but that's obviously a no-go. C'est la vie, my ears will be spared until the rescheduled date. I kid, Kat is not a bad singer. She usually sits next to me during church, and she has a nice singing voice...that is of course compared to me. Chris says that when I sing it sounds like someone beating a bag of cats against a wall. And while harsh, it's totally true. I can't carry a tune in a bucket.
Don't you love it though, when you're in the car and you hear a great song on the radio, and you sing along at the top of your lungs? It's one of my absolute favorite things to do. Of course, I crank the radio up to drown out my horrendous voice...but who cares? I say, sing like no one is listening and dance like no one is watching. It's such a freeing thing, kind of like when you were a kid and you'd put your arms out and spin around and around, spinning as fast as you could, being absolutely carefree and feeling completely alive. And if you can hold onto that feeling, your spirit will always be young and beautiful. Or at least that's what I like to think.
That's my random cheesy smushyness for the day.
Don't you love it though, when you're in the car and you hear a great song on the radio, and you sing along at the top of your lungs? It's one of my absolute favorite things to do. Of course, I crank the radio up to drown out my horrendous voice...but who cares? I say, sing like no one is listening and dance like no one is watching. It's such a freeing thing, kind of like when you were a kid and you'd put your arms out and spin around and around, spinning as fast as you could, being absolutely carefree and feeling completely alive. And if you can hold onto that feeling, your spirit will always be young and beautiful. Or at least that's what I like to think.
That's my random cheesy smushyness for the day.
Can't you find someting better to do?
Clearly I have too much time on my hands...but I saw this list on another blog (which I can't seem to find) and thought it looked like fun.
So the rules were to bold the statements you've done. My friend Stacey used to send me these things all the time, and I loved them, so here goes:
1. Started your own blog - yay!
2. Slept under the stars - camping in the backyard with my brother when we were kids
3. Played in a band - not yet, but my brother says if he's ever in a band, I get to play the tambourine!
4. Visited Hawaii
5. Watched a meteor shower
6. Given more than you can afford to charity.
7. Been to Disneyland - does Disney World count?
8. Climbed a mountain. - ugh...I almost died. It was horrible.
9. Held a praying mantis
10. Sang a solo
12. Visited Paris
13. Watched a lightning storm at sea - one of the most spectacular things I've ever seen
14. Taught yourself an art from scratch
15. Adopted a child
16. Had food poisoning
17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty - 2 words. Heritage Tour. 1 more...AWESOME
18. Grown your own vegetables - hurray for tomatoes (the only thing I can grow)!
19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France
20. Slept in an overnight train
21. Had a pillow fight
22. Hitchhiked
23. Taken a sick day when you're not ill - shh, don't tell
24. Built a snow fort
25. Held a lamb
26. Gone skinny dipping
27. Run a marathon - Pffffffft. Shyeah. That'll happen
28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice
29. Seen a total eclipse (solar)
30. Watched a sunrise or sunset
31. Hit a home run
32. Been on a cruise
33. Seen Niagara Falls in person
34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors
35. Seen an Amish community
36. Taught yourself a new language
37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied
38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person
39. Gone rock climbing
40. Seen Michelangelo's David
41. Sung karaoke - I'm the best karaoke-ier EVER!
42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt
43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant
44. Visited Africa
45. Walked on a beach by moonlight
46. Been transported in an ambulance
47. Had your portrait painted
48. Gone deep sea fishing
49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person
50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris
51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling
52. Kissed in the rain
53. Played in the mud
55. Been in a movie
56. Visited the Great Wall of China
57. Started a business
58. Taken a martial arts class
59. Visited Russia
60. Served at a soup kitchen
61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies
62. Gone whale watching
63. Got flowers for no reason
66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp
67. Bounced a check - :(
68. Flown in a helicopter
69. Saved a favorite childhood toy - Boo Boo Kitty!!!
70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial
71. Eaten caviar. - yuck
72. Pieced a quilt
73. Stood in Times Square
74. Toured the Everglades
75. Been fired from a job
76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London
77. Broken a bone
78. Been on a speeding motorcycle
79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person
80. Published a book
81. Visited the Vatican
82. Bought a brand new car
83. Walked in Jerusalem
84. Had your picture in the newspaper
85. Read the entire Bible
86. Visited the White House
87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating - if fishing counts...
88. Had chicken pox
89. Saved someone's life
90. Sat on a jury
91. Met someone famous
92. Joined a book club
93. Lost a loved one
94. Had a baby
95. Seen the Alamo in person
96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake
97. Been involved in a lawsuit
98. Owned a cell phone
99. Been stung by a bee
100. Read an entire book in one day
See how much fun that was?! I should go fold laundry or something...clearly I have too much time on my hands today.
So the rules were to bold the statements you've done. My friend Stacey used to send me these things all the time, and I loved them, so here goes:
1. Started your own blog - yay!
2. Slept under the stars - camping in the backyard with my brother when we were kids
3. Played in a band - not yet, but my brother says if he's ever in a band, I get to play the tambourine!
4. Visited Hawaii
5. Watched a meteor shower
6. Given more than you can afford to charity.
7. Been to Disneyland - does Disney World count?
8. Climbed a mountain. - ugh...I almost died. It was horrible.
9. Held a praying mantis
10. Sang a solo
12. Visited Paris
13. Watched a lightning storm at sea - one of the most spectacular things I've ever seen
14. Taught yourself an art from scratch
15. Adopted a child
16. Had food poisoning
17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty - 2 words. Heritage Tour. 1 more...AWESOME
18. Grown your own vegetables - hurray for tomatoes (the only thing I can grow)!
19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France
20. Slept in an overnight train
21. Had a pillow fight
22. Hitchhiked
23. Taken a sick day when you're not ill - shh, don't tell
24. Built a snow fort
25. Held a lamb
26. Gone skinny dipping
27. Run a marathon - Pffffffft. Shyeah. That'll happen
28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice
29. Seen a total eclipse (solar)
30. Watched a sunrise or sunset
31. Hit a home run
32. Been on a cruise
33. Seen Niagara Falls in person
34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors
35. Seen an Amish community
36. Taught yourself a new language
37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied
38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person
39. Gone rock climbing
40. Seen Michelangelo's David
41. Sung karaoke - I'm the best karaoke-ier EVER!
42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt
43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant
44. Visited Africa
45. Walked on a beach by moonlight
46. Been transported in an ambulance
47. Had your portrait painted
48. Gone deep sea fishing
49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person
50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris
51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling
52. Kissed in the rain
53. Played in the mud
55. Been in a movie
56. Visited the Great Wall of China
57. Started a business
58. Taken a martial arts class
59. Visited Russia
60. Served at a soup kitchen
61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies
62. Gone whale watching
63. Got flowers for no reason
66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp
67. Bounced a check - :(
68. Flown in a helicopter
69. Saved a favorite childhood toy - Boo Boo Kitty!!!
70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial
71. Eaten caviar. - yuck
72. Pieced a quilt
73. Stood in Times Square
74. Toured the Everglades
75. Been fired from a job
76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London
77. Broken a bone
78. Been on a speeding motorcycle
79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person
80. Published a book
81. Visited the Vatican
82. Bought a brand new car
83. Walked in Jerusalem
84. Had your picture in the newspaper
85. Read the entire Bible
86. Visited the White House
87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating - if fishing counts...
88. Had chicken pox
89. Saved someone's life
90. Sat on a jury
91. Met someone famous
92. Joined a book club
93. Lost a loved one
94. Had a baby
95. Seen the Alamo in person
96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake
97. Been involved in a lawsuit
98. Owned a cell phone
99. Been stung by a bee
100. Read an entire book in one day
See how much fun that was?! I should go fold laundry or something...clearly I have too much time on my hands today.
Choir of angels
So we went to David's holiday concert. He's so cute it kills me. It's hilarious to watch because he's up there thinking how dumb these songs are (you can totally see it all over his face), next to these other kids who are singing their little hearts out. Then of course he catches Chris' eye (who is bobbing is head along with the music like a moron) and just busts out laughing. Then he sees me, and of course I'm trying not to laugh at him laughing at Chris, so he just keeps on trying desperately to keep a straight face, all the while the music teacher is frantically waving her hands around in some vain attempt to make the kids' remember the words and stay on key...or maybe just because that's what they taught her to do in music teacher college, I can't say for sure that the movements actually mean anything...but I digress. Hurray for off-key singing and over-zealous music teachers!
