attempting to prove that broken theory over and over again.
It's just a waste of time.
You know, time that could be used being happy, oh I dunno ...NOW!
I know, all you perfect people are thinking, "Duh!" ...and good for you!
Why are you still reading this post?
Go out and teach us other 99.99% of the human population
the secret of your brilliant and carefree ways! We'd be much obliged.
As for the rest of us,my advice is simple:
a) Find at least one thing every dayto look forward to. You owe it to yourself.
b) Smile ...you know, that's where you turn up the corners of your mouth. Trust me. It never fails. If you can manage it, laughter is even better ...like smiling, but out loud!
c) Listen to happy music, birds singing, and/or the funny conversations of people around you and breath deeply (fresh air, that is).
d) Don't go searching for happiness, you'll just wear yourself out. It is and always will be found inside of you (hello, corny-side of me).
e) Say a prayer. Even when it seems like no one in the world gives a darn about your lack of happiness, someone alwaysalways does.
This past weekend was a blast. I went to visit my sister Kimmy and her cute family for a whole weekend of much-needed bonding time.
First,
Madre, Dad & I went to Binny's 6th birthday party at Chuck-E-Cheese's
Bry and Binny with The Big Cheese himself
(is that where that phrase came from? jk)
My brother in law, Rog, and his brothers-in-law, figured out how to get the high score on the pinball machine every time. Look how excited he was to show Kim. Haha!
Apparently, Chuck-E-Cheese's slogan, "Where a Kid Can Be a Kid," is not limited to just kids ;)
And the tickets come spilling out!
It was fun running around with all the kidlets and watching them play the games and ride the rides. They loved it and redeemed some sweet prizes with their tickets.
I love this picture of Lyni. Look at her hair!
She was fascinated with going up the stairs and down the slide over and over and over again.
She'd point and say, "Chock-a-cheese!"
On Saturday, I went shopping with Kim, just her and me (she and I? me and she?)and we had a lot of good laughs telling each other stories and participating in some funny stories of our own.
Brief pause for some reminiscing,
when I was little I wanted to do everything Kim did:
We went school shopping once as a family and I deliberately looked for the same shoes that she wanted, but in my size. To my delight (and her dismay) they had some! I still remember what they looked like.
Kim always makes food look really good, aka she's really good at savoring:
biting the kernal off of the popcorn and saving the soft part for last,
making a bowl of no bake cookie dough and eating it without forming it into cookies,
cutting pieces off of an apple rather than just biting into it, etc.
I always craved whatever she was eating. Always.
When we were little Kim, Heather and I used to have slumber parties in Kim's room in the basement. We laughed till we cried...correction, we laughed till we wheezed for lack of air!
We used to watch the old classics like "Saved By The Bell" and "The Chipmunks" as sisters. Kim was always Kelly or Britney: the pretty, popular one. Heather got second choice: Chelsie and Elenor: almost as pretty and popular. I got stuck with what was left: Lisa (girlfriend of Screech) and Bridget (girlfriend of Simon). Do you see the trend? I didn't like it much, but Kim and Heather had me convinced that they were "just as cute".
When Kim was engaged and came home from college, we shared a room together, just like the old days. I didn't get a lot of sleep those days, not because Kim snores, but because she's a light sleeper and insisted that I blow my nose when I was sniffly or get a drink whenever I cleared my throat. I love her, she taught me to love having a room to myself (jk Kim)
Yes, we sisters have had a lot of fun over the years and, let's face it, we're only getting started! We've come up with an evening once a month to get together.
YAY! I'm so excited for this tradition to begin! I love my seesters!
So, back to the weekend:
Kim and Rog went to the Jazz game one night while I watched the kids. It was a blast! We watched "A Goofy Movie" and made french toast for dinner (with orange zest, yum!). After dinner, we made funny videos on Photobooth and laughed the night away. When all the kidlets were tuckered out and tucked in, Bebe and I stayed up and took pictures for a little while.
I love that chunky-cheeked baby!
I am convinced that it's impossible to avoid looking like a doofus when talking to a baby
(at least for me it is). I honestly can't help it.
I love being an aunt
(have I mentioned that?)
Thank you,
Kim, Rog & kidlets for the fabulous weekend!
I love you!
P.S. Stay tuned for a health project I'm starting up soon:
Lorelai: What happened? The reception on the phone sucked. All I heard was "Rory" and "Chilton" and "Get down here."
Rory: We didn't go to breakfast.
Lorelai: What are you talking about?
Rory: We came here. They broke into the headmaster's office as the big initiation.
Lorelai: Ugh, those stupid girls.
Rory: Uh huh. Part of the initiation was ringing a bell. So, that's what I was doing when security showed up and they called you.
Lorelai: That's what you got busted for? That's it? Bell-ringing?
Rory: Yes.
Lorelai: Were you at least smoking a Cuban cigar while you were doing it?
Rory: Mom.
Lorelai: No, I mean, "bad girl, how many times have I told you not to ring bells?"
Rory: [interrupting] Let's go.
Lorelai: [continuing] "They can dent, or scratch, and they make dogs go crazy. Who do you think you are, the Hunchback of Notre Dame? Are you French? Circular? I don't think so."
Rory: I'm walking to the car now.
Lorelai: [later] Was it a big bell at least?
P.S. What's your favorite post? Maybe that'll get the juices flowing.
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