Sunday, November 22, 2009
Love You Long Time
Ben and I felt like teeny boppers again. We went to my friends concert at the Electric Theater the other night and the whole time we were jumping around and dancing with all the thirteen year olds. We can't lie, we LOVED it!
Half Marathon
By far the most difficult thing i've done physically. It was pretty intense but we finished and want to do another in the future. When we were done Annie came over to Ben and gave him a heartfelt hug (so cute).
Monday, November 2, 2009
Halloween
We went to our friends sons birthday party to start out the night. She did some fun Halloween snacks and a cute monster cake. Then we went to the "trunk or treating" here in town. I've decided I don't like trunk or treating as much. I don't like walking in a line of kids that don't have to do anything but hold out their bag and occasionally grab for their treat. I wish it was the same as it once was...no trunks, just walking door to door to door and yelling "trick or treat" to get that "much wanted" candy that you only received on Halloween. Oh well we still had a great time!
This is my cute niece and nephew. We spent the night trick or treating with them and my sister has everyone over for chili after.
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Chickens
We have a new addition to our family... CHICKENS!
Annie loves them and every time she gets done eating breakfast she says "boh boh" and runs to the back door. Ben, his Dad, and brothers helped build their coop. (Thanks guys!) It's quite nice with some doors to collect the eggs and a back door to clean up the crap.
Annie loves them and every time she gets done eating breakfast she says "boh boh" and runs to the back door. Ben, his Dad, and brothers helped build their coop. (Thanks guys!) It's quite nice with some doors to collect the eggs and a back door to clean up the crap.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Red High Heels
Oh you can watch me walk if you want to, want to
I’ll bet you want me back now don’t you, don’t you
I’m about to show you just how missin’ me feels
In my red high heels (or in her case...heel)
We have had a model staying with us lately. Annie LOVES putting my high heels on and clacking around the house. Last night, Ben and i were in the front room both reading a book and we heard a clack, clack, clack down the hall. We both looked up and watched with anticipation to see what shoe it would be this time. She entered the room, stopped and waited for our response, then proceeded around our coffee table and back in the bedroom clacking all the way. Ben and i both looked at each other and smirked. Then a few minutes later we heard the clacking begin again. She had changed high heels and was back. She waited at the entrance of the room and then trudged her way, once again, around the coffee table and back to the bedroom. Girls!
I’ll bet you want me back now don’t you, don’t you
I’m about to show you just how missin’ me feels
In my red high heels (or in her case...heel)
We have had a model staying with us lately. Annie LOVES putting my high heels on and clacking around the house. Last night, Ben and i were in the front room both reading a book and we heard a clack, clack, clack down the hall. We both looked up and watched with anticipation to see what shoe it would be this time. She entered the room, stopped and waited for our response, then proceeded around our coffee table and back in the bedroom clacking all the way. Ben and i both looked at each other and smirked. Then a few minutes later we heard the clacking begin again. She had changed high heels and was back. She waited at the entrance of the room and then trudged her way, once again, around the coffee table and back to the bedroom. Girls!
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Glad to be 28!!!
Yep, you read right. I am glad to be 28. And even more glad that I'm not a teenager.
And what made me think of this?
While reading facebook i came across this cute "pucker lips picture". (Sorry Syd. your picture was perfect for my post)
and I thought to myself "These girls would look so much cuter with big smiles on their faces."
What is wrong with a cute smile? I imagine that they believe that it gives them an aura of sophistication and maturity. I just want to tell them “It's okay to look happy and fun, guys will still like you.” Did they ever think that guys are sick of seeing the same look on every girls face.
Then I began thinking about how I would hate to look down and see that the extension of my arm wasn’t my wrist, but a cell phone. To know that if I were to misplace my phone it could cost me my social life. I liked that when a boy asked me on a date he really had to talk to me. And if some immature pubescent wanted to tell me he liked me there was no way he could be telling ten other girls at the same time through a mass text.
Well, call me old fashioned but I didn't take every High School picture with my lips puckered, I didn't meet Ben on-line, and the first time he told me he loved me I wasn't reading it, and that's how it should be! (please don't be offended if you do or have done any of the above)
Oh and on a side note; 28 is way better than 30!
And what made me think of this?
While reading facebook i came across this cute "pucker lips picture". (Sorry Syd. your picture was perfect for my post)
and I thought to myself "These girls would look so much cuter with big smiles on their faces."
What is wrong with a cute smile? I imagine that they believe that it gives them an aura of sophistication and maturity. I just want to tell them “It's okay to look happy and fun, guys will still like you.” Did they ever think that guys are sick of seeing the same look on every girls face.
Then I began thinking about how I would hate to look down and see that the extension of my arm wasn’t my wrist, but a cell phone. To know that if I were to misplace my phone it could cost me my social life. I liked that when a boy asked me on a date he really had to talk to me. And if some immature pubescent wanted to tell me he liked me there was no way he could be telling ten other girls at the same time through a mass text.
Well, call me old fashioned but I didn't take every High School picture with my lips puckered, I didn't meet Ben on-line, and the first time he told me he loved me I wasn't reading it, and that's how it should be! (please don't be offended if you do or have done any of the above)
Oh and on a side note; 28 is way better than 30!
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
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