music on a monday

flip flop wars

i was at the splash park this week with little miles.  i took my flip flops off and left them by the fence.

2 facts about my flip flops:

1. they are from old navy and they cost me, what? a dollar? they were so cheap, i don't even remember.

2. i painted my apartment while wearing them last summer, and then walked on some spilled paint. there is still paint on the bottom of them.

let us continue.

right as i was about to leave, i noticed a lady walk right up to my flip flops, put them on, and walk away.  um?  apparently she needed some shoes.  i would be more than happy to let her have my cheapo flip flops, if i didn't need them to walk home in! so i ran (and she had made some distance.  i debated confronting here for a total of 3 minutes) up to her and we had the following conversation:

me: um...excuse me? i think those are my flip flops.

flip flop stealer: no they aren't. these are mine.

me: no. i think they are mine.  do they have paint on the bottom of them?

flip flop stealer: (looking under the flip flops and CLEARLY seeing paint) no. they don't. these are mine.

me: that's paint! right there!

flip flop stealer than proceeded to kick the flip flops off like she was having a tantrum and then stormed off. could my life get any more awesome?

just in case

you're like me, and you can't get enough of this little boy, here are a gazillion pictures we took in the park today.

the birthday boy

turns 27!

wade had class tonight (and a test! blah), so i had to put my thinking cap on and figure out how to celebrate his birthday during the day. i surprised him with a little kayaking trip on the charles river. aside from the time we almost got rammed into by, not one, but two sailboats being steered by 10 year olds, and that our shoulders got quite the workout, we had a good time. that being said, we only lasted about an hour and we decided we were done. the city was pretty and the weather was perfect!

we then went to lunch at california pizza kitchen and were serenaded by this lovely bunch (who couldn't remember wade's name, and therefore called him "guy"?):

after wade came home from class, we opened presents and he blew out his candles. only 7 of them...because, well, lets be honest, i didn't feel like frosting 27 cupcakes.

happy birthday husby!

the drummer boy

once upon a time i was "dating" a drummer.
it doesn't really count as "dating" because he was the biggest flake on the face of the planet.
and he never had time for me because he had to practice his drums until all hours of the night.
and be all musician-y and stuff.
the funny thing is, he wasn't really my type.
and by not my type, i mean, he was sort of like a mountain man.
but somehow he got me to like him.
it took him a loooong time.
like almost a year.
he wrote me cute letters and said nice things and got me hooked.
and my friends thought i was crazy.
but as soon as i started liking him...
he started to not have time for me.
anyway.
i was at school in logan.
he lived in orem.
he asked me to drive down to go on a date with him.
i went out of my way to make the drive.
and guess who flaked.
well, it wasn't me if that's what you're thinking.
i got all dolled up and i waited all night and i think about 11 pm he finally called.
"i can't do it tonight."
psh.
this was probably like the 15th time this had happened.
so i threw in the towel.
i was done.
i deleted him from my phone and never spoke to him again.
fast forward 1 year later.
i am married to the love of my life.
{and thank goodness....not mountain man drummer boy}
well guess who decides to text me.
yes. mountain man drummer boy.
the conversation went as follows:

mmdb: hey babe. how are you doing?

me: (thinking...what in the heck? who is calling me babe?) who is this?

mmdb: oh come on! you know who this is!

me: um. seriously. i don't.

mmdb: how could you forget me? it's mmdb!

me: oh hi. how are you?

mmdb: doing good.  we should get together sometime. i miss you.

me: um. i'm married.

mmdb: oh.

and right then and there i felt that i had finally gotten revenge.
isn't that like the ultimate rejection?
i hope he was super embarrassed.
the moral of the story is:
don't be a flake and think you can just call up an old flame
and rekindle it a year later.
they might just be married.

duck lips

a few of my favorite things right now

home depot moving boxes.
ahhhh!! yes!! i'm finally packing. our. stuff.

it's been a while since i've read a really good book.
my sister-in-law recommended this and i'm loving it.
it's told from the point of view of death itself.
as in, death personified?
anyway, it's fabulous.
but i'm not done yet.

and last the best of all the game.
i really really really love summer.
and i pretty much wear flip flops everywhere i go.
and my feet get so dirty!
and one thing you should know is i cannot sleep with dirty feet.
so every night i scrub my feet before bed.
this stuff is heaven.
and it's cheap at walmart.
so get yourself a little pumice stone...
and discover pure bliss.

that is all.