it hasn't rained in months...

but i love me some rain boots. i want.

enter giveaway here.

grandpa round three.

i've heard two grandpa stories lately that deserve a post...

greg's dad and grandpa were sitting on the couch watching a game on television. grandpa's cell phone rings. he looks around. he spots his wine glass sitting in front of him. he picks up his wine glass. chuck watches with curiosity. grandpa holds the wine glass up to his face and yells into it "hello?...hello!? hello???? i can't hear you..." i can only imagine chuck's laughter.

today, chuck took grandpa out to lunch. they were the only two customers in the whole place. they were seated at a table with a mirror behind chuck. chuck notices grandpa looking around his shoulder and into the mirror. finally grandpa leans in and whispers to chuck "that man over there has the exact same hat that i do!"

I really wish i could have been around to witness both of these gems!

27

twenty seven years old as of july sixteenth.

that.

sounds.

old.

oh darlin' don't you ever grow up

you like my bed?

a small part of me loves when sweet husband hits the sac before i do, solely because i am usually entertained at what will come out of his mouth when he stirs as i crawl into bed. last night?

g: "you like my bed?"

n: "yes?"

g: "you like my bed?"

n: "yes!"

g: "you like my bed?"

n: "yes!!!"

g: "me too."...(snoring)

nerves

we were driving to greg's parents' house for sunday dinner and stopped to get gas. gregory decided to wash the windows and was taking for. ev. er. so naturally i laid on the horn. he was startled and started laughing then quickly finished and hopped in the car. he pretended to be angry and said sternly with a slight smirk "you are getting under my nerves!" i start to laugh and shake my head. "close, try again" he quickly corrects himself "and over my nerves too" i laugh harder as sweet husband gets further from the correct phrase" sorry for getting on your nerves, love." he rolls his eyes. little does he know that i find his mix ups charming.

i would walk 500 miles...

i would consider the walk/run a success. there were minimal fits due to being woken up at 6:30am. the majority of said fits thown by emmerson claire and only maybe one from me. gregory was a trooper. i wont lead you to believe that we dominated that course like champs...we did take a slight detour to spice/speed things up and we were sure to scoop up as many free things as we could get our hands on. we all know sweet husband loves himself some free goods. the weather was perfect and it was refreshing to do something out of the ordinary. oh, and i kid you not...those socks gave me energy. lifesavers.

nothing like 30 lbs of dead weight to add to a brisk walk.

showing off the socks.

tube socks.

tomorrow i'm going on a walk/run for blood ...or something like that? regardless, i'm participating. laugh if you will. those who know me are well aware of my workout habits. nonexistent. unless i'm power walking through a mall, or chasing after the little one, i pretty much prefer to remain stationary. i really don't like to sweat and being out of breath isn't my favorite. sweet husband has promised that we can walk tomorrow...and i'm fully banking on a leisurely stroll. my main motivation for agreeing to something so out of my comfort zone? our outfits. emmerson has some amazing 1970-esque running shorts and tube socks, and i may just have to bust out my tube socks as well. i just feel like they make a run/walk WAY more fun. scratch that. they make ANYthing more fun. i should probably wear them more often. we all should.

sing your heart out.

i just feel strongly that a career in music is in her future...

it's a party in the USA

red, white & blue + july + family + friends + amazing breakfast + swimming in the pool + baseball + slip'n slide + photo shoots + laughs + hot sun + cute littles + naps + delicious desserts + chatting + bbq + lounging + tanning + sidewalk chalk + silliness + dance party (to none other than party in the USA by miley cyrus) + singing + laying in the grass + matching outfits + pajama party + movie on the grass (the sandlot of course) = 4th of july with the nielsens.