The Bachelor.

First off. Yes, I know I'm pathetic (Heather). BUT! Tomorrow is the finale and I can hardly wait. Not necessarily because Jake is picking between the two hoes, I mean girls that have just fallen "madly and deeply in love" with the man of their dreams. But because of a couple of different reasons. First. Brynn. Enough said about that! :) Totally stoked. Second. The railing/balcony cry. Have you seen the previews?! OH MY HECK! It is going to be the most "dramatic, season finale EVER!" I think Jason Mesnick is the one that started the whole rail/balcony cry. You know (if you've seen the show) what I'm talking about! When the guy tearfully glances out over the ocean and then puts his head down on his arm and sobs like a two year old who didn't get the lollipop they wanted?! Yes. That cry! And Jake has perfected it to a T! I wonder how many times he will do it. I bet there is a rail cry, balcony cry, and a proposal/breakup cry. So excited!!!

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Per request.

This little hottie was unfortunately left out on my last post. I'm sorry baby. Once again, you're VERY welcome.

My TV boy toys.

YUM, YUM, YUM, YUM, YUM. That's all I can say about these delicious looking men on TV. Pathetic!? Yeah, I know. But I bet secretly you are thanking me. So you're welcome.

I don't feel good.

DISCLAIMER: I am posting this on She's Just Jealous as well.

I hear this phrase no less than 15 time a day. No exaggeration. It makes me cringe every time I hear it, just for the mere fact that there is going to be a list of problems that my hypochondriac four year old "has." And this girl can make up problems with the best of them. It must be a Martin trait that she has inherited (good at making crap up). As soon as I say, "No, your tummy feels fine," her "head hurts," and then her ankle is going to bleed, and then she might throw up at school if she goes, or poop her pants because all of the sudden she has chronic diarrhea, or just possibly her skin might start getting blue and pink stripes on it which then will make her fingers start to swell, in turn making them possibly pop off if she has to buckle herself up. Because heaven forbid that she does something that she doesn't just LOVE to do or that isn't her idea.

I was so frustrated with it, I didn't even make her go to school, in fear of her contracting the hantavirus. After losing count how many sicknesses she came down with during the night, and bawling for 2o minutes, she was sent back to her room to "feel better." Because as we all learned when we pulled this stunt ourselves when we were little, if you are too sick to go to school, you are too sick to play. And sure enough, five minutes after missing the carpool and me losing my cool (surprise surprise), she felt totally fine when she found out she couldn't watch TV or play with friends that day. I made her stay in her bed for a whole 20 minutes or so, until I got sick of her yelling, "MOM! Can I come out yet?! I feel better!" Then our day started. Needless to say, she didn't stay in her room the whole day, BUT I didn't let her play with friends... I know I'm tough. Speaking of tough, the husband is not. He totally falls for every issue, problem, or sickness that arises with her. Therefore, I am yelling at two people convincing the both of them that she is fine.

One day, I want to pull the "I don't feel good" card and not be able to do anything. Or throw a fit so that they will think I am tired and need to take a nap! Or be given everything I ever want or need in a five minute window... but then again, my house would be destroyed, I would get woken up to change a movie, and I would have to provide my own wants since I am "the adult". Oh, to be a kid again!

Rice & Peas.

is what I found all over my floor and counters awhile ago. Brent was out of town, and the kids (yes BOTH of them) decided it would be fun to throw their food all over the place. And when I say everywhere, I mean EVERWHERE. I didn't know what else to do but laugh and then clean it up. I tried having them help, but that made it worse. Much worse. Therefore, I stuck them in the tub and cleaned up. Usually, it is Brent's job to clean up dinner. Lucky for him, he was gone. Needless to say, we haven't had that meal again!

Master.

Master. Cub Master. That is my new title at church. Seriously. I am laughing too. What the heck are they thinking!? I don't know have the first clue about scouting. Actually, that is not true. I know very little about scouting. And now I am in charge?! WTF!? I am not so much worried about being in charge, not knowing a thing, or standing in front of people (I get stage fright), as I am to wearing these HOT, SEXY uniform things. I don't even know for sure what they are called. I think I might go for the yellow shirt, bandana, and skirt. But yeah, I think I have to invest in one... is invest even the right word?! Anyone have one I could borrow?! I will bedazzle it to make it cute!!! :) Oh wait, I think that is what the patches are for. UGH. Still laughing about my calling?! Yeah, me too.

Twin Peak Panthers

I was a Twin Peak Panther. That was the elementary school I went to. I left after the fourth grade. I only had four teachers for the five years I was there. Ms. Tregeagle taught me for the second and fourth grade. Best teacher EVER. No exaggeration. Ask anyone that has had her. She rocks. I don't remember everyone there, but I remember enough. And oddly enough, they remember me.

Thanks to this thing called Facebook I have been able to reconnect with some of them. And we planned a reunion. That is right. An elementary school reunion. A TWENTY year school reunion. And it was a freaking BLAST! I am still on a high from it. I saw my best friend, crush, "enemy" and other friends I have just wondered about!

I was surprisingly nervous to go. I wasn't sure if I was going to recognize anyone (even though I had stalked their Facebook pages) and I wasn't sure if they would recognize me. I mean, I've grown a whole four inches since I left! Needless to say, I recognized EVERYONE that came. We even had our teacher come. We were her very first class and it was crazy how much she remembered of us and what we did! We ate at this cute little place called The Italian Village and I think we had to wait over an hour to sit down (there were 15 of us). Once we sat down, we all chatted probably for another hour waiting for our food. The time seemed to fly by (but that is probably because I didn't stop talking, laughing or listening the whole time.)

After dinner a bunch of us hung out in front of the restaurant for another hour or so and then decided to go get ice cream after that. Like I said, a TOTAL BLAST! There was never a lull in conversation and plenty of jokes throughout the night. I am hoping to be seeing these people sooner than 20 years. That is, if they ever come down to where I live!!! Some people said they hate it here.... some people haven't even been here.... OH WELL. If anything, I will be going back there and bugging all of them! :) Thank you Panthers (FYI, I didn't remember the mascot of the school, I had to ask). Let's do it again!

Our 2nd grade class! (most of us were in the same 4th grade class)

My "enemy" He proposed to me in kindergarten. I said no. Now we are good friends.

Tully and his girlfriend. The only thing different about him is that he doesn't have a flat top anymore! :(

Travis Holt (only guy married in the class), me and Ryan Kelly

My best friend in elementary. The pic was taken with my phone so it sucks. We used to think we looked like twins.

Josh, Austin, Tully and Amber (my posse for the night)

The whole group minus Ryan who was taking the picture. Thanks Ryan!

Taylor and me. (I had the biggest crush on him!) He sang "God Bless the USA" and I think of him EVERY time I hear it! *sigh*

Taylor, Austin, Josh and Ms. T!!! She rocks.... seriously!

Shane, Aaron (my friends AWESOME hubby, and no that isn't being sarcastic) and Jennifer

Here we are again! She has grown a lot taller than me. And yes, I know I look freaking OLD!

Shane (so nice), Austin (so cool), me (so short), Tully (so chill) and Josh (so sweet).

Not as tough as they look!

$48.52

is what I spent on a bra. One single bra. It even has a name. The Victoria Secret BioFit bra. Fancy huh!? I should have got the leopard print one. BUT, I didn't. I about choked when I was paying for it. I will admit this is the very first "VS" bra I have ever purchased in my life. I know crazy right!? I have other "items" from there, but not a bra I wear under my clothing (TMI?!)

I am almost embarrassed to admit this. I was never taught correct bra etiquette (no offense Mom), and I am pretty cheap, and so I figured a Target bra would have the same sort of support. I FINALLY got measured for the correct bra size, so now the cups won't either be squishing my girls out, or the cup won't be "empty".

So far the girls are enjoying the support and I think I will stick with it! I am just hoping they last a long time, so I can recoop from the expense, I mean investment.

So go me! I did something that I was embarrassed about (getting measured) and now I have one more thing to overcome. If I am ever brave enough to do it... I will let you know! Aren't you excited!?

Coloring fools!

The kids LOVE to color. Both of them. And it is the best quiet activity ever! Until Gavs has the color that Kenna wants or vice versa and then it is an all out war over the blue or green crayon... then the crayons are thrown everywhere, coloring pages are torn up and there is an all out war in the middle of the living room. Until two of the same color crayon is found, and then there is peace once again...

G's

The princess walks in the living room today wearing her Barbie dress-up and says, "MOM! Look! I'm wearing your G's" but said the word. (I don't know if it is appropriate to put that on here) Sure enough, she lifted her dress up and had both the top and bottom on under her dress. Yep. You heard it right! If only she knew they aren't the most attractive things ever!

Just a cute random pic of her.