Apples

Why is it that Bubba looks like this for a picture with me...

...and like this for a picture with Trophy Hub?

Because he likes the photographer better, right? Come on, lie to me!

Anyway...

I'm a little late posting the pics (because my good camera is broken and I'm using an old one that I HATE so I'm not all that excited about any of my pictures, but I digress) from our trip to the apple orchard last weekend. We had a great time. The weather was perfect and the apples were awesome. And I even got Peanut to pose for a pic!

And you are how old?

Peanut to Trophy Hub:

"You are the best daddy in the tri-state area!"

He's my lobster!

Seven years ago today was the happiest day of my life. That day, I married my best friend. So much has happened in the 7 years since I asked him to accept me as his wife.

He knows the reason for every smile, every tear and loves me as imperfect as I am.

He gets my humor and my moods (although he may not always like them).

He can always make me laugh.


We have known the joy of having babies and we have felt the sorrow of losing one.

I have watched him grow from a guy to a man and from a nervous young father into an awesome dad.

I have watched him grow confident in his profession and become an elected official at a very young age.

We have laughed until we cried and cried until we laughed.

It will always be him. It will always be us. He's my lobster!

Whew!

My workout today was exhausting...for Bubba?? One minute he's looking around chatting with me and the next minute he's collapsed. So when we got home I left him here for a little bit while I sat on the porch and read a magazine. Fabulous.

Rudeness

Oprah said in one of her shows that you show your true colors by how you treat people that serve you. I don't bow down to Oprah, but I happen to agree with her 100%. Having worked in the area of customer service for the last 15 years or so I know how it feels when someone is unnecessarily rude to me.

Today Bubba and I went into town to grab a few groceries and some top soil for some fall gardening we are doing. We stopped at Wendy's for lunch and witnessed a woman having a temper tantrum because the cashier almost didn't give her a medium fry and drink like she had paid for. ALMOST. He caught it before he even gave it to her. She was rolling her eyes, sighing heavily and looking around in disgust. It was one of the most ridiculous things I have ever seen. I think she wanted someone to agree with her that the man working at the register was a complete moron, but I only saw one moron - and that was HER.

If I didn't have my son with me I would have told her she was a moron and I would have told the guy at the register that I was sorry he had to put up with people like her. Seriously...is that her biggest problem? That the order guy at Wendy's didn't get it exactly right? Wow.

Bear

And the latest in the " 'Oh, no he didn't' news"...read this. I would have gone mama bear on his ass.

That reminds me of this:

In this life I'm a woman.

In my next life, I'd like to come back as a bear.

When you're a bear, you get to hibernate.

You do nothing but sleep for six months.

I could deal with that.

Before you hibernate, you're suppose to eat yourself stupid.

I could deal with that too.

When you're a girl bear, you birth your children (who are the size of walnuts) while you're

sleeping and wake up to partially grown, cute, cuddly cubs.

I could definitely deal with that.

If you're a mama bear, everyone knows you mean business.

You swat away anyone who bothers your cubs.

If your cubs get out of line, you swat them too.

I could deal with that.

If you're a bear, your mate expects you to wake up growling.

He expects that you will have hairy legs and excess body fat.

Yup, gonna be a bear.

Dog tired

I'm tired. I have no idea what my problem is, but I'm just tired. I'm beginning to think that I have adrenal fatigue or my thyroid medication needs to be adjusted. It's probably the latter. Or maybe I just need more sleep. Who knows.

Peanut is having a ball in kindergarten. In typical Peanut fashion, he loves it, he loves everyone and now has 11 girlfriends. The only thing he wasn't thrilled about was the mandatory rest time. "Mrs. Meyer told me I had to take a nap." This child is not a big sleeper and hasn't taken naps since before his 3rd birthday. So to be a big boy going to kindergarten, he finds it ridiculous that he should have to take a nap. Looking at it that way, I can't say I blame him.

And Mr. Independent doesn't want us walking him into school either. "You can just drop me off, Mom. I know where my class is." Other kids are clinging to their moms, screaming and Sam wants dropped off in the parking lot. I guess it's better off this way. Bubba will be screaming and clinging, so I'll have my fun with that in a few years.

My camera died so our life in pictures is on hold for now. That is part of the reason for my lapse in posts. I usually have great pics to share. I need to bite the bullet and get a new one, but I would rather shell out $700 or so and get a really nice one than spend a couple hundred on a crappy one that I'll be unhappy with. Any suggestions on cameras? Our old one was a Canon and I really liked it for the most part. We bought it about a week before Ben was born and it's already outdated. It's only 6 megapixels and I think the ones for sale now are 10 or 12.

That's the update from Minivan Mafia Central.