WHAT?! There is no way--Hey look at that!

We were at a Los Angeles Dodgers baseball game when I was about 8, Christian was 5 and Andrew wasn't even thought of yet. My dad was holding my brother on his lap, trying to explain the game to him. Here is how the conversation went:

Dad: Ok, bub. See the guy with the bat? He's going to hit the ball. When he hits it, he is going to run as fast as he can to that white thing called the base. Then the guy already on the base is going to run to the next base. They score when they touch all the bases and end up where they started, at home plate. Do you kind of under-
Christian (interrupting): Look dad! A baby!

Obviously he had more important things on his mind, like perfecting his Elvis impersonation.

Circa. 1992

I tell you this story because I got some interesting news news today, and I'm hoping this will help illustrate how my family is a little random and bored easily,  not ADHD.

I took three on-line quizzes, and answered them as truthfully as possible with the results being the same each time. Each time I took a quiz,  this picture showed up at the end: 

I should mention that I stopped and started each quiz like 5 times because I just didn't like the tone of them. I guess I really shouldn't be that surprised because my brain does operate at a rate of 1,000,000 miles a minute, and I'm guilty of interrupting others (even myself) during conversations a lot.

My whole entire life, my mom would constantly say: "Why can't you just go from A to B? A to B? A to B? If you start something FINISH it, it's not that hard!"

Yeah, well you know what mom? You can take your A to B and- OH! I forgot to get the mail today!

I mean really, does this look like someone with ADD/ADHD?
You know what, don't answer that.

Shhhhh.....

I am going to my friend's surprise birthday party tonight! I LOVE surprise parties-well, I love surprise anything, really;  I would say "if you have chance to throw a surprise party for someone DO IT!" but I recently found out someone in my family would "rather die than have a surprise party." So that throws 80% of my ideas out the window!

In honor of surprise parties, here are some pictures of my surprise 22nd birthday thrown for me by Chris and my best friends (P.S. Please ignore my terrible haircut/outfit. Being as this was a surprise I was NOT warned to wash my hair and/or look my very best! I blame Chris):

SURPRISE!

Backyard Surprise parties are the best! 

Yep, that is my smooshy face back when he really was a little smooshy faced boy!

Every party needs a pinata, especially one representing Pirates of the Caribbean!

CANDY! 

Chris, giving me a birthday toast:

I just realized that for all these years I thought it was a 22nd birthday party that was thrown....it was not, it was a 23rd birthday party....What else have I been getting wrong all these years?!

He must really like cake.

Our huge smiles say: YAY for surprise parties! 

Since my surprise party was such a success, maybe I should throw one for that reluctant family member? Is it possible to throw one for myself? Well, either way.....

HAPPY SATURDAY!

In honor of Puxatawny Phil.....

One of my favorite movies of all time is "Groundhog Day," I love it. Maybe because it has elements of Time Travel? You know how I feel about the awesomeness that is Time Travel....

I watch this movie EVERY time it comes on T.V.  Anyways, we went to dinner with our good friend Jordan tonight (post coming later) and came home to this cinematic perfection on T.V. If you haven't seen it, stop reading this and go rent it RIGHT NOW!

 In case you have no idea what I'm talking about: Rude weatherman, Phil Connors, is stuck in his own personal hell re-living the same day (groundhog's day) over and over and over. Thus, getting into all kinds of shenanigans, finding true-love and learning about himself. 

 We were watching this and reveling in ALL the things he gets to do while re-living the same day over and over. Pretty soon curiosity got the best of Jordan, and this conversation happened: 

Jordan: "How long was he actually living the same day over and over?!"
Chris (thoughtful): "Man I don't know. It had to be a few years....
Me: "Yeah he DID master the piano."
Chris: "....AND saved that kid from falling out the tree everyday, OH! and save that guy from choking...."
Me: "And he mastered French! And knew everything about all the people in the town..."
Chris: "AND he learned how to carve ice with a chainsaw....and remember he became an expert  throwing cards in a hat!..."
Jordan (REALLY wanting to know how long he was there): SO he was there a LONG time then!!
Me (after looking it up quickly and shocked): 10 YEARS! He was there 10 YEARS!!
Chris (not suprised): "Yeah I figured something like that."
Jordan (angry and NOT liking this movie anymore): WHAT!? 10 YEARS? THAT IS TERRIBLE!  THIS MOVIE SUCKS!!
Chris(angry as well): "Yeah! Poor guy! He was probably miserable, I feel bad for him now!"

 So that being said,.....

...... HAPPY GROUNDHOG DAY FROM THESE TWO:

Decorating 101

In the fall of 2010 I felt inspired and created my very own "picture wall" in our living room. Here is a picture of the famous wall: 

 -sorry for the blurriness my skills are a bit lacking in the professional iphone photography department, but you get the idea.

I really LOVE decorating/re-decorating my house. It must be some kind of  'control issue' thing, because anytime I'm having a bad week or am sad, I come home and immediately start re-arranging.

-This trend started when I was in jr. high, my parents would try to come in my room only to find the door blocked by my half-moved bed and me trapped in the corner by my huge half-moved dresser saying: "I don't know how this happened!?"

I recently decided to our walls were tired of being "davenport brown", and they definitely wanted to be "atmospheric blue"-so I took all the pictures down, and painted the walls a beautiful shade of blue that made me sing.

And boy, let me tell ya, Chris just jumped at the chance to help me re-hang all the pictures:

Hey you! You're not sleeping! Can you please help me? Please? Please?*bats eyelashes*

There really isn't that many....honest! Why won't you help me!?

That is a lie by the way, these poor pictures were laying on the floor, moved to the table, moved to the counter, and moved back to the floor for MONTHS, waiting for me to put them in their proper place: gloriously displayed on the wall.

Chris, finally fed-up, said: "I'm sick of these pictures being everywhere, do you want me to help you hang them?" I could tell you that was my plan all along, but I don't want to lie to you twice in one post.

So Chris got to work hanging pictures, and I got to work telling him the exact location (longitude and latitude) of where they belong, he was a very good sport:

"You really think this needs to be moved up a centimeter more? OK crazy lady!"

After a few tears, one fight, many 'have you lost your mind?' looks, and hundreds of holes in the wall later, we finished.

Are you ready for the GRAND unveiling!? 

TA-DA!!

You know, now that I'm looking at this, I think the walls are telling me they really want to be "heather blonde"......

We can work it out....

If you remember, I told you in this post  about my love of basketball (and my whistle). I bring this up to tell you: I'm no a stranger to the gym/working out. However, the past few years, I slowly started to become a stranger to the treadmill....the weights..... running on the roads...... crunches.....tai bo...yoga...(you get the picture) and it was starting to show. SO I decided enough was enough and have started working out consistently with my dad.

Hey little lady!

Today, my mom told me she read somewhere that if you buy cute workout gear you're more likely to workout consistently because you look and feel good, and want to continue to fit in your fancy clothes. I thought about this, and realized she may be onto to something. Most workout pictures I see, show girls wearing clothes like these:

Her Patriotic 'Red, White and Blue' outfit totally gave her those arms...

Her pose says: I like nature, and sassy yoga outfits.

and finally,

If you wear that top and those shorts, you instantly get those abs....

I looked down at my outfit (that I'm still wearing) and realized I was NOT following the "wear the clothes that make you feel good so you workout hard" rule. Even my dad knew this:

Excellent color-coordinating, dad!

Then I caught my reflection in a mirror, and realized nothing I was wearing even MATCHED:

Please note my gunmetal gray shoes with hot pink laces, my maroon-pink sweats from Disneyland, my gray and red baseball shirt, and my red hoodie.....

.....Ummm, guys? I'll be right back, I've got some shopping to do....
Wait a second!
Who am I kidding? 

You know I don't care! That's good because I really hate going to the mall....
See you at the gym, I'll be the one wearing whatever I picked up off my floor.

Do you have a secret?

Remember in this post how I told you the first time Chris told me loved me was right after if I asked if he had any secrets? I've always loved a good secret (or a good conspiracy theory), but I recently learned that it is important to understand you may not always get a secret you're mentally, emotionally or physically prepared for. Please enjoy the clip below, recorded over Christmas Break of my husband and brother:

I had no idea that could be classified as a secret......

In honor of these two, I'm working on a post for you that I like to call: "I live with boys..." Stay tuned.

Notes:

Ok. Here's the thing, have you seen this picture? Women seriously lost their minds over the idea of 'fun spontaneity' with their spouse:

The caption of this said: "I plan on being a really fun wife."

Every time I saw this stupid picture (which seemed to be EVERYWHERE), I wanted (still do) to point out:

1) Her 7th grade grammar error

B) The fact that she says: 'Two things' and then goes on to list 3 things

3) This dude just got off of work- give the poor guy a beer and let him watch Sports Center for 30 minutes before you try to be cute and attack him with Nerf darts....

Maybe it's the tomboy in me that thinks: 'Oh sweet, silly, naive lady.... how in the hell are you going to have a proper Nerf gun war IN YOUR HOUSE? You wait until dark, wear some black clothing, hide behind a car and sniper that ass, Call of Duty style, while yelling: "TAKE NO PRISONERS!"'  

Maybe I should take a page out of this person's note writing book because these are the kinds of notes I leave MY husband: 

The John Wayne magnet makes it that much more motivating....

and this is TOTALLY the kind of note I'll leave when I'm a mom....

HAPPY FRIDAY!