i love this couple. he loves her. she loves him. and i love them. and they don't know me. but whatever, i love them.

just look at how much he loves her. it's ridiculous.

they make me want to get married. again. and have more babies.

and i know i had sworn off men. and marriage. and more babies.

but come on. look how cute they are.

"twilight inspired me to..."

those words just came out of my coworker's mouth.

for the love of god.

and i don't even know what it inspired her to do. i walked away before she could finish the stupidity.

i've been following a blog of a seemingly single mommy and her two little ones. she doesn't write much...mostly just photos of her kids, artwork, outings...leaving lots of room for interpretation on my end.

she'd been on a hunt for a new home and kept posting photos of charming little homes similar to mine. and in her postings was always a need for a prayer, a happy thought a 'pleeeease let us get this one'. so i followed along patiently awaiting the perfect home for her and her kiddos. while also remembering my own hunt and my own fear of 'where are we going to live?'.

so she found it. and posted her photos. i felt joy for her as i glanced through the cuteness of it all.

and at the end she wrote a note...our new summer home.

whaaaa?

we can no longer be friends.

as we were leaving to go to a free truck show today, i was telling brody about all the cool things that would be there...dump trucks, garbage trucks, face painting, clowns. his response..."i hate clowns, they're not useful." say what?

we arrive at the truck show and the parking lot is empty. hmph. wrong day. i took a big gulp and turned to him to apologize that i had the wrong day. in lieu of crying, he looked at me and said 'it's no big deal mom, let's go to the pool instead...that place is better anyway'.

sometimes i feel bad for him that he is exactly like me. but usually i am thankful bc he really is exactly like me.

yesterday i got 2 bills in the mail. 1 for an emergency room visit. 1 for a cat scan. $3,000 in total. both the result of the city of prairie village's unpreparedness to land a chinook helicopter by my head.

and today the same city pulled me over and wrote me a ticket for $65.

i'm starting to not love prairie village so much.

why doesn't that kid have a lot of trains?
not all kids have as many trains as you brody.
why? *very confused*
bc you are a very blessed little boy.
i don't want to be blue-lessed.
ok, well we can give that little boy some of your trains so he is blessed.
no. *starts to walk away* he can get them at target.

and off to the blueberry patch we went.

our 4th of july started off today with a combination of a military helicopter. a strong gust of wind. flying chairs. broken tents. a pole impaling my head. falling down. dropping a toddler. a bloody head. medics. and a pounding headache.

per usual, we survived.

thank you to everyone that helped after my frantic phone calls asking for help.

in the spirit of never finishing my kitchen, i am moving on to the front door.

see ugly brown door below? same as mine. only mine is forest green. and forest green is stupid.

see the black door beside it? same door. only painted. with molding. and a new handle.

i can do that, right?