Weekend Update

With Chelsea Bell and Tina Fey...sorry no Tina Fey. This weekend was a whirlwind! We had TWO baby showers both for boys!
Highlights? I love buying boy's stuff. It's so different and fun. Also I tend to lean toward the band t-shirts, skull & crossbones paraphernalia, & Nirvana-esq beanies which it's safe to say is what I'd pick out for Tyler (the aforementioned is almost exactly what I got Chelsd. for babe Dylan). Inappropriate? Maybe, but a boy has to catch the ladies somehow. But I digress... The chocolate turnover at Jen Love Crowell's baby bash. Simply a work of art. I don't really have any other words for this delicious mocha colored spot of heaven on earth other than, "Time stood still while eating it." And lastly how beautiful both Mama's to be are and how much in love with their little men they'll be.

Bells of the Ball

It's another girl for the Bell Clan! Congrats Andrea and Casey! For now here are my Bell gals and we can't wait to meet the latest (my guess is she'll be a blondy...)

Bemusings: On being an Adult

With a capitol "A."
Recently I've discovered I'm a grown-up. Recently, you ask? Chels, dude. A bit late for that...
Contrary to popular belief it wasn't the wine on my counter, the married man (oh, excuse me, my HUSBAND) sitting in our living room of the house we OWN, or those two crazy girls who are MINE that tipped me off. No, no, it's the realization that I used to think John Mayer's lyrics were honest, and I now think some of them are selfish. Hmm...something to think about. More on this to come!

Daddy Daughter Dance

Ty is loving his two girls and doing a great job shuffling from here to there being a father to both (as we speak he just joined the Disney Rewards Club just so we could get discounts on movies; awesome I know). In honor of him here are two of my favorite pictures of him with each of his girls!

disheartened

BNK lost again, which makes this twice in a row, something that's never happened! The men's hearts weren't in it and I think they've hit a wall. Hmph...maybe it's the afternoon games? Maybe it's time to move on? Not sure, BUT here are some pics of today...

Hip Hip Abhor

Most people know I don't really like hippies. I'm not really into political ravings, RVs, camping, or floor length skirts. I am really NOT a fan of Matthew McConaughey because he's the epidomy of annoying hippie squatter. No shirt, no shoes, no problem...umm, NO thank you. However, lately I've made one exception: Pearson. Though she never confirms this, I'm fairly certain they've been learning about weather at preschool and all she talks about is how water from the sky is called rain, the sun is our friend, etc. Today she informs both Andi and I that if she's blessed to have a boy cousin (which we all find out next Thursday) his name will be Rainbow...
Ok then.

Bemusings: On Funny Moments

Recently I've been thinking about funny moments in my life, one of these is embarrassing, but again that is partially what makes them so funny. Here are two of my lesser known favorites from childhood. No real moral lessons, but maybe in typing them out a lesson will come to me.
Story 1: In 2nd grade, I had a teacher (yes, I was involved in public education and I think Waiting For Superman is directly speaking to my experience in this particular instance) named Mrs. M; a dame in her 60's with one hell of a smoker's cough and a penchant for meanspeak. I would say names are changed to protect the innocent, but let's be honest...a regular and beloved phrase of hers to keep us in line was, and I quote, "(Fill in the blank) OR I'll skin you alive." At first I thought she was joking then quickly realized that was not the case. During 2nd grade we had a guidance counselor named Mr. H; the kind who drove a GEO painted as a pond with frogs on it and talked about kind words as "warm fuzzies" and mean words as "pricklies." He was WELL over 300 pounds and would come into our class once a month to discuss life issues. This is a true story. One month he came in and announced to the class that the talk would be about divorce (he didn't use those words, but nevertheless that was the topic). AS he's saying this, he sits on a double desk and cracks it in half, thereby divorcing said desk. A more appropriate illustration I cannot think of at the moment.
Story 2: (Disclaimer: if you know my dad, this story will be awesome.) In 8th grade, my dad mistakenly put on a pair of MY jeans and proceeded to wear them all day. This should tell you three things:
1. I might have been a chubby 8th grader.
2. My dad was skinny as a rail.
3. Said dad must care nothing for fashion & these jeans just may have magically transported him back the mid-1970's when he really did wear bell-bottoms?
Just an observation...
Lessons I've discovered while typing this; firstly, public education may be a mess, BUT at the very least they are teaching 2nd graders that not all grandma-esq figures bake pies and call you "Honey," obesity kills (pine wood desks), and the last thing you should be in life is a teacher if you do not like children. Lastly and maybe more importantly: fashion is not for the faint of heart.