Wednesday, November 28, 2012

to do the thing we never had

So I missed the whole "be thankful" for November thing.
Its okay! You're not even mad about it. I promise, you still love me and you still love to read my blog.

Anyway, if I HAD done the "thankful November" thing, I most definitely would have included how THANKFUL I am for my friends. Especially my Best Friends.

Which brings me to this sweet kid.
Meet Collin.

Col is what I like to refer to as my Bestie with Testies (his words, not mine (but you gotta admit, its clever.))  And he really is the best.  Thats the only way I can think to describe him. The best. Collin and I met waaaaaaaay back in our teeny bopper high school days.  I thought he was like totes the hottest. He though I was like totes the shortest. Turns out we were both right. I mean, really? Look at him. He's darling.  
Anyway, Collin and I managed to stay friends through High School and then became even better friends after we graduated.  Then when our boy here was forced to flee the country and hide out in Mexico for 2 years, (haaaa, jokes, he was on his mission kids, and he was a killlllllller missionary fyi) I somehow got stuck with the role of Elder Bell's secretary, sending him letters every week and tossing in the occasional package to show I cared.  And then when the teeny tiny near mexican finaaaaally came home, we stayed friends.  The best of as a matter of fact.  And we still are.  The BFF's.  And he puts up with me. A lot. sometimes even when he shouldn't.  I told him that I am pretty sure I was put in his life to show him what it would be like to have a sister (this boy only  has one Big brother. And I mean it when I say BIG.)
Anyway, just like in any brother/sister or BFF relationship, we fight sometimes. Usually because we are both super stubborn and neither of us ever want to be the one to give in.  But in the end we always make up, and then we're right back to being the cutest bff twinners ever.  And sometimes, after we fight, and I'm super bummed, because I haaaaaaate fighting with him he does really nice things. Like this.  
You didn't believe me when I said he was the best huh? Well he is. He's just the very best.  And I'm really really really really really glad he's my bestie with testies. Because my life would be really boring without him. 

and rememebr how he is totes the hottest?

Yeah, well strangely enough, he is also totes the singlest. 
So if any of you darling little ladies want a piece of some delicious Collin Cake, let me know and I'll put in a good word for you.  Really, I got your back.  And he is the beeeeest date. You won't regret a night of gazing deeply into those baby blues. I promise.

Sunday, November 18, 2012

I'll keep you my dirty little secret

As you get older, you begin to realize that things that were a huge deal at the time, really aren't a big deal now.  Sometimes, things just need time for it to all calm down.  Every now and again my brothers and I sit around and have a "tell all confession session" with my mom about things that we did, or that happened when we were younger.  The stories go from accidentally hitting cars into fences on dad's old lot, to being heartbroken and devastated over being last pick for ice cream, to getting in trouble at school for something you didn't do.  The other day one of these conversations happened to arise and I confessed to my mom that I used to lie about how long it took me to read books.  She would buy me a new book on a tuesday morning, and I would have it finished by tuesday night around 10.  I used to lay awake in bed at night and read "just one more chapter" until the early hours of the morning.  I could never get enough of these stories, and I fell in love with the characters like they were my friends and family.  I always had to lie to my mom about how long it took me to read the book for fear that she would be upset at spending 17 or more dollars on just a one day activity.  I craved books, and new adventures like sugary candy to a child on halloween.  And I'm the type that can fall in love with a story again and again.  I would end up rereading the same book two or three times in a week just trying to wait it out before I could ask my mom for a new novel. I had books stuffed in every nook and cranny in my room; under my bed, at the bottom of my vanity drawers, and on the top shelf of my closets before my mom finally gave in and bought me a big new book case.  And now every time she walks in my room she laughs at the bowing shelves that are still much to overstuffed with books I refuse to part with.   When I confessed my fibbing about how long it took me to finish books to my mom she laughed.  Why would she ever be upset with me for reading?  I'll never know what I was thinking.  All i know is every now and again I still find myself sneaking around, staying up late, and cramming through books I can't put down.  If i were smart, I'd buy a library card.

oh and because I really don't find any blog post to be complete with out mentioning my favorite humans, I will inform you that I am also absolutely thrilled that the tinies in my life also love to read.

Look at Pete cross her legs like a lady. I'm dying. I love her. And she loves books.

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

photo booth gems

I know I talk about my nieces and nephews a lot. 

But for real. 

They are amazingly cool.  So just endure through yet another post about Brinley. You won't be disappointed. 

In the front room of my mom's house sits her huge nifty iMac computer.  At family gatherings there is almost always a battle between the grandchildren about who gets to play on this large shiny toy.  Then after everyone has gone home, we tend to find little surprises around the computer. My personal favorite is when one of the older kids leave themselves signed on to facebook for us to play with.  But there is also usually barbie dolls that have been dressed, Justin Bieber music videos on multiple tabs, and if we're lucky, a few photo booth gems.

Can you blame her? She was lookin good.