(I actually received that message as a text from my cousin who leaves nearby – it was crazy because I got it right as we were getting settled in our hotel room!)
We planned on leaving early on Monday morning to get a good start and get into town before it got too late in the day. The boys slept really well, so we were loathe to wake them, especially since Mike was still lazing around! We finally got on the road around 8 or 8:30. I’ll tell you this much…Ohio is BORING. Pennsylvania is very pretty but mountainous and I get a little freaked out driving in them. Not to mention, there was like a 90 mile stretch when we were on the turnpike and there wasn’t a Service Area (or whatever they call them! In MI, they are Rest Areas!) and we were ready…SO ready for a break! But, we made it and it wasn’t horrible. Matt even took a nice long nap; I dozed off a few times – mostly when Mike was driving, hehe.
Since it was rush hour-ish when we crossed into Maryland, there was a bit of a backup, but we got to the hotel pretty …
Welcome to D.C.!
rAnDOm ThOuGhtS
Ok, let me just first say this – while I understand there is much sadness in the world that Michael Jackson died, I am not on that bandwagon. Yes, I loved his music when I was young, even had a poster of him in my bedroom that my brother teased me mercilessly about. But he became a horrible person, in my opinion. Allegations, truths, whatever, my image of him was changed permanently years ago. Any grown man who says that he thinks it’s ok to sleep with, to have little boys in his bed, whether his child or not, so that he can “love” them? Well, that makes me want to vomit. You can use what ever excuse you want – his horrible father, bad childhood, lack of childhood, whatever, but in my eyes there are no excuses. He may have been the King of Pop in his day, but he died a broken, sick man.
And the fact that it took him dying for people to buy cds and remember that they liked his music? Well, that’s just wrong too. Setting up shrines? Calling him an idol and a hero? I’m not in the music business, and I certainly don’t …
Not caring as much
If you know me at all, it’s no secret that I worry about what people think of me. Wait, maybe it is a secret…I talk big, but when it comes down to it, I’ve always been concerned with the thoughts of others. Which in general, means that I’ve given people too much…what? Credit? (I just lost my train of thought catching up on tweets, hehe). Anyway, gave myself too much credit, maybe. I mean, WHY the heck would most people give a crap about me or how I look??
But recently? Even though I am the heaviest I’ve ever been? I don’t really give a shit so much. I mean, yeah, I’m overweight, but I don’t dress like I’m a size 4 or anything. I don’t wear revealing clothing; if my clothes cling too much, I’m totally uncomfortable, so I wear clothes that fit, but not that fit snugly. And I admit, I look at overweight women who wear those revealing outfits, those outfits that are so snug I wonder how they can breathe, and I think not why do they do that? but, wow, the confidence that person has!
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Summer is upon us here in the midwest – fiercely, at …
So much fun!
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Matthew and Preston went on their first “roller coaster” ride this past weekend at the Strawberry Festival….we weren’t sure if they would be freaked out or what, but they LOVED it!!
14 and counting
Fourteen years ago, I stood in front of my family, friends and God and promised to love, honor and cherish a fabulous man. 14 years ago. Gah, we were babies!! {We’ve officially been married longer than my parents’ first marriage!!}
I’m pretty sure I couldn’t have picked a better guy to spend my life with; I know I couldn’t have picked a better man to make babies with – he is a wonderful father. We’ve had our ups and downs, but we are good. Solid. I trusted him with my heart 14 years ago (well, 18, really) and he’s taken good care of it ever since.
With two young kids it becomes easy to forget that we were a couple first and parents second; admittedly neither of us can, nor want to, remember our lives before the boys. Yet we still try to make time for us – we go to dinner every once in awhile, we go shopping, we play golf when we can. One day, when our boys leave us with an empty nest, I’ll be glad to have this man by my side, basking in the silence and warmth of years of memories.
Happy Anniversary, dweeb.
