On the far left, you see a cheerful bridesmaid. Take note of the rock on her left hand. You can see the excitment on the bride's face in the background. The groom, seated in the far right of the picture is scratching his head, deep in thought, most likely pondering how in the world he found such a wonderful woman to call his wife. Either that or he's still distressed about the check he wrote to the florist last week. But his wife is happy. So he is too. Then you have a bridesmaid front and center. No ring or date is seen in this picture. The look on her face leads to me believe that neither exist. Bottle of champagne in one hand, cup in the other, bouqet stuffed under her arm. Clearly she's done this before. She's most likely topping off what will be the first of many glasses of champagne. Another best friend blissfully married her soulmate today. If I knew the girl in the middle, I'd give her this advice:

EVEN GOD IS SINGLE. True love is rare.That's why it's called "love" and not "really like" or "settling."
And why we don't say: "I’m settling for you, honey" over candlelit dinners. True love is worth waiting for…
- Karen Salmansohn, Author of Even God is Single (the book, not my blog).

8.19.2009

Stella's First Birthday

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8.07.2009

RAH RAH REE

Cheerleading season has commenced. I spent three days this week with my little dears. Practice doesn't start until next week but we taught a mini camp to about 150 teenie bopper rec cheerleaders. By "we" I mean they - I sat out in the hallway and destroyed B's brickbreaker high score. 22,660. Suckaaaa.

I always said when I have kids, I want all boys. This week confirmed that. Actually, this week made me question wanting children altogether. I mean, Stella is awesome. There's no doubt about it. But I don't have to wipe her butt or her boogers. I don't have to wake up at 4am because she is craving a midnight snack. And when she's the age of the little devils I was exposed to this week, I won't have to spank her little rear end for screaming bloody murder because she didn't get to stand at the water fountain as long Suzy did.

Wednesday night, Meghan and I were sitting in the hallway outside of the gym having a very important discussion about our fishing trip to the lake tonight when this woman - while on her cell phone - copped a squat on a chair beside us with a little person in a stroller and another one on her lap. The little one on her lap managed to crawl down and start tormenting the demon in the stroller who then started screaming bloody murder. While "mama" chatted away on her phone. This continued for a good ten minutes until the mother finally said "That's it! We're going home!"

Hallelujah.

My ears are still ringing. And my biological clock is spinning in reverse


My little angels

8.06.2009

Stella Dance-a-rella

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Sun Goddess Stella

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8.03.2009

B's Back!!

My handsome prince made it home safe and sound from his diving/lobstering/spear-fishing adventure in the Keys. His flight was over an hour late so I missed the first night of Shark Week.

I guess he's worth it.....

He complained all day yesterday that he was extremely tired and worn out. I just can't imagine what it must have been like getting up at 5am to spend a day swimming in water so clear that you can't tell if it's 3 feet or 15 feet deep. And to have to see so many tropical fish, lobster and eel.... I mean... how boring you know? My poor boo. Such a rough life he leads. Insert sarcasm here.

He received no sympathy from me. I may have gotten to sleep longer every day, but only to spend a the following eight hours under flourescent lights booking travel, planning meetings and cleaning out old filing cabinets. Nope. Don't feel bad for him one bit.

He did have a great time though. And if anyone deserved a vacation, it was him. The weekend before he left, he took me night fishing. We had dinner on the lake and didn't come home until 4am. It was SO. MUCH. FUN. He has this green light that floats in the water to attract bait. My job was catching said bait. Which was super fun. All I had to do was drop this line with 6 little hooks attached into about 20 feet of water and wait until I felt them nibbling - the reel it up fast. I could catch 2 or 3 fish at one time. Then B decided I needed to start removing the fish myself. They're little fish. Maybe 5 or 6 inches long? No big deal right?

WRONG.

The first one was hooked through it's EYE. Blood. Everywhere. Ya'll know how I feel about blood. I had an important decision to make: do I suck it up and rip the hook out...along with the fishy's eyeball....gag gag gag... or do I give in to the incredibly overwhelming urge to scream like a girl and throw up in the cooler. Choice B means I'd risk being demoted from First Mate back to plain old Girlfriend. I must have taken too long to ponder my options because the next thing I knew he was tossing my one-eyed fish back into the lake.

My hero.

The next one I caught was hooked perfectly through his mouth. So I grabbed him exactly where B told me to. And the little guy SQUEAKED!!! Which made me scream. Ok more like shriek. But shit... how was I supposed to know that fish made noises?!

B taking over bait-catching duties. He looks thrilled doesn't he?

Big fish

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I love this picture :)

8.02.2009

It's That Time Again



Friggin amped.

7.31.2009

My Day Yesterday



My new BB should be here any minute. The anticipation and anxiety I am experiencing cannot be much different than how one would feel while waiting for their turn at the top of a kidney transplant list.

I shouldn't joke about that seeing as how I only have one kidney.

Speaking of only one kidney, I had a physical last week and asked to know my blood type. Who goes through 27 years of living with one kidney and not knowing their blood type? You'd think that to be critical information in the event of an emergency. I blame my parents. It's never my fault. Results should be here any day now. Hopefully I won't be in the market for a kidney anytime soon.

OMG my phone better get here soon. I feel like I've lost a limb without it.