I can't hula hoop. The little punk next door, Vela, can hula hoop. She might just come from hula hoop gene stock however. I have hips though so I just don't really get why that darn hoop won't stay up. I almost just now looked up "how to hula hoop" on the internet. I kinda feel like I am in this phase of my life where I am all just try me. Like I can do anything. Man. Just try me. Maybe its this advanced age sneaking up on me making me feel like I should be able to do anything with all this experience behind me. Maybe its because I am coming up on finishing my stint at graduate school. And when you get close to completing something that you didn't think you could do in the first place then it kinda goes to your head that you could do anything. It would be really bad right now, having said that, if I indeed did not finish graduate school. Boy, talk about a downer.
Andrew and I just passed seven years of loving each other. Have you ever heard of the 7 year itch? I'm not itchy. On the day that we have proclaimed our anniversary we did stuff, I can't even remember what now. Probably grocery shopping or went to the park. It was a Sunday and we were family like but we didn't remember that it was our anniversary. Then when I was driving up to meet Hallie at Ikea, to pretend that we could one day have cute curtains, I remembered Andrew and I hadn't said anything all day about this seven year big deal. So I called him on the cell and said what we hadn't said all day. I wasn't mad or upset that we hadn't remembered I was just excited to say hi. Hi and Happy Stinking Seven Years baby. Seven more? Just try me.
best post in weeks. i seriously love you two.
Posted by: s | July 22, 2010 at 10:03 PM