So I was all set to work out, and then I realized that it was almost 10pm. I decided that instead it would be more appropriate to each some crackers and watch T.V., cause, I mean, you don’t have to take a shower after doing that.
I hate it when people don’t update their blogs. Then I realized today that I haven’t written for almost 2 weeks. I’m sure you’re all gnashing your teeth in anticipation of what I have to say.
The Dominican was great (pictures to come later). We slept, ate, and drank our little hearts content. The trip back sucked due to torrential downpours and being held by customs for a little bit. The hilight of the trip back was definitely hearing a woman say to her daughter, “I don’t know, Jane! I’ve never been to the Wendy’s in Punta Cana.” You probably had to be there.
I spent Sunday at my aunt’s house for our annual family picnic. We also got to use the time to celebrate my cousin Sidney’s 1st birthday. There was much looking at the baby and trying to get her to walk. She’s very very close and VERY cute.
Monday involved going to the dentist and then piling both dogs into the car for a trip to the vet. $500 later they were vaccinated, poked, prodded, flea and heartworm protected, and released. Zapp has an ear infection, the diagnosis of which made of the bulk of the bill. She now gets ear drops twice a day, along with ear cleanings. Let’s just say, she does not like this and will probably never let me near her again.
I spent Tuesday helping my sister with wedding stuff and getting my haircut. It was a good day, made even better by getting a free lunch.
Today is my first day back that I haven’t done much. I had to go to the doctor this morning to get a mole removed (sexy, I know). He was really good because he actually told me that certain parts of the procedure would hurt, adding though that since I’m a girl I should be able to take it. He was right, I was tough and now sans mole. I quickly came home to watch reruns of Magnum P.I. and fall asleep for 3 hours. I still haven’t showered and I love it.
That’s all for now. I cannot guarantee that my updates over the next few months will even resemble anything interesting, because school’s out and I have to children to exploit for the sake of humor.
School will actually be out tomorrow at 1:30, but I will be too busy packing/getting ready to go to the Dominican. We will be back late on Saturday the 24th. Until then, I will leave you with this:
“I would rather be a prostitute on Broad Street than drive a schoolbus on the last day of school.”
This lady, my friends, told me that I was “looking SO good” today. She’s the mother of one of my kids. She’s even more stunning in person, and she knows her stuff. That gave me quite the confidence boost today.
We’re back from Asheville. I will tell you nothing about it until we get our pictures developed and scanned. Yeah, that’s right. We had to use a camera with film. Shut up.
Today marked the last week of school. The long weekend away from the babies did me good. We had our first graduation practice and they did an awesome job. I think they did so well because I drew a bird’s eye view of the set up, complete with x’s and arrows. Brandon commented that if someone were to walk in on us, it would look like we were plotting to rob a bank or something. That made me want to take him home with me and keep him as my own.
I came home and Ross made me a double-decker PB and J. Then I fell asleep. I gave Shooter-Bell a bath. He was really dirty. Then I put some techno, or as some call it “electronic” music on my shuffle and exercised for a super long time. Now I am sweaty. I have had 3 liters of water to drink in the last two hours and I have yet to pee. Hmmm.
Tomorrow we have a pizza party and some more graduation practice. I know they will do awesome, both at eating the pizza and the practicing. Tomorrow is our last full day of school. Friday is our last day and then Ross and I are off to the Dominican via Alexandria and a stay at Stephanie’s house. I’m so excited for all of these events. Especially the pizza.
Tomorrow Ross and I head off for Asheville to celebrate our anniversary in style. And by in style I mean getting fat and sleeping a lot. I can’t wait. I’m especially excited because I get a break from my water-balloon-throwing, cussing, flicking-off, spacing out, drama-stirring children. Hopefully this break will get me through the last week of school.
Three years ago today I was making the final preparations for my wedding. For me, the day before the wedding sticks out more in my mind than the actual day. My wedding day was kind of a blur, a wonderful one, but a blur nonetheless. But, I vividly remember the day before it. I woke up after my bachelorette party (thankfully not hungover, due to my lovely sister’s expertise) and spent the day taking deep breaths, trying to hold my anxiousness to a level at which I could still function. I remember the butterflies in my stomach, the nervous fidgeting, the random bubbling of emotions, and the pure excitement I felt as I looked at Ross and realized that we would be getting married the next day. I remembered when he dropped me off at my parent’s house after the rehearsal dinner. It was strange-how do you say goodnight to the person who will suddenly become your husband the next day, to the person who you would be starting a life with the next day. All we did was hug and say “I love you” and “See you tomorrow.” When I think about that day, all of those feelings come back. My stomach is even feeling a little fluttery now as I write this. I think speaks pretty well for us…
Happy Almost Three Years Married, Hubs. I love you.
Things I love:
1. My staple gun
2. My rubber gloves
5. Rubber spatulas (yet I have none)
6. French fries
7. Voice mail
8. Bic pens (just the kind with the pointy, blue cap)
9. Black socks
Things I’m fascinated by:
2. How cranberries are harvested
5. Amish people
7. How babies fit in women’s bellies (how does everything fit?)
8. Other people’s kitchens
9. The phenomenon of all celebrities now having babies before getting married
10. The return of the skinny jean