Yesterday completed 4 birthday parties in 2 weeks. Whew, that was a lot of cake. I think I gained a few frosting filled pounds. I'm wearing my "forgiving pants" today though, so I can't really tell. Denial, it's the treadmill that we love to run our lives on.
This party was for my niece Jasmin, who is now entering the "two zone". She has a 6 week old baby brother, so all I can say is.....Good luck Jen.
It was a rather laid back party.
I made Emily my photographer for the day
Which is why there are zero pictures of her. But I was busy, busy sitting on my butt and hanging out with this fellow
Can you blame me?
You know you'd do the same, just look, with the cheeks and the precious and the fingernails!
I did get manage to grab a shot of Cali with her grandpa though
Happy birthday Jasmin! We love you.
Don't drive mommy too crazy, and kiss that baby for me!
For those of you following along at home, we now return from the commercial break with a variety show of weekend events in no particular order of importance or terribly creative storytelling, because it's Monday and my brain has yet to upload completely.
Thursday was the kids' last day of school. Emily got a class award for "Best Creative Writer" and she got a school award for "outstanding writing achievement".
Her introduction from her teacher went like this:
"Once in a while you come across a student with an innate ability to write. This year I encountered such a student. Her writing is informative when necessary, entertaining when appropriate and always composed with a strong voice. This year's award for Outstanding Writing achievement goes to Emily Sharp."
SO proud.
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Friday we celebrated the first day of summer vacation by taking all 3 kids to the dentist! So fun. Honestly though, it went just fine. 3 cleanings, 3 great checkups, 0 cavities or issues. Cali actually keeps asking to "go to da dentis, and hold still"
Right after, we went to see "Up". It was great and I cried no less than 3 times. Pixar has outdone themselves once more.
We dropped the kiddos off to spend the night at grandma's and Patrick and I drove the hour and a half to Konocti to see Queensryche in concert. Patrick won the tickets and even though we both have pretty eclectic musical tastes, neither of us had really heard of them. We both vaguely recognized one song, but free tickets are free tickets. We were part of this VIP private acoustic set, meet the band thing-y, which was pretty cool. We got a picture with the band. Exciting huh? (I have no idea what the guy next to me is pointing at)
We hung around for the next 3 or so hours until the actual concert, but only made it through the first set. The band was ok, but the atmosphere was a little......off-putting. There were a lot of 50-ish men, in Playboy bunny tee-shirts yelling things like "Hell yes, Queensryche rocks mother fuckers!" and maybe we're too old.....or too young in this instance, or something else, but we decided we'd prefer a few hours to ourselves at home to sitting through the rest of this awkward show. I think we made a good choice.
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Saturday was the much anticipated dance performance. It went well. I had a great time. I got only half of it on video because my camera battery died halfway through. Such is life, but here's the first half, planted on Youtube for your eternal amusement. (p.s. I'm the one on the right)
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Yesterday Patrick took the day off, and stayed home alone while I brought all three kids to not one, but two birthday parties for 3 year old girls. It was a lot of cake. The second party was for my niece Kylee who is 6 weeks older than Cali. Everyone was stuttering the whole time..."KY...Cale....Cali....whew"
Ky and Cal
And Kylee's big brother Jeremiah, who you would never guess is actually 9 months YOUNGER than his cousin Emily
And now back to our regularly scheduled programming.
I regularly try to think before I speak, or act, or buy. It's something I tend to pride myself on. Self control, right? I'm usually pretty sure I want to say what I say, I don't fly off at the mouth and hurt people's feelings......unless I'm sure.
Same goes for my consumer habits. I take a conteplative look at the next up and coming before I decide "yes, I need that" whether it be shoes or electronics or what have you, which is why I currently own only 7 pairs of shoes, and am just now thinking it might be a good idea to get an ipod and a flat screen tv.
Part of it is laziness, I'll admit. It's like "do I really want to get involved in all that, figure out how to work it and whatnot?" I mean, a cd is so much easier to figure out than how to sync with itunes. Except I got my kids ipods, so I had to figure it out anyways.
Part of it is a desire to not look like an idiot? If you jump in with every trend, chances are you're going to have some regret. Like parachute pants? So glad I never went there. Although I did take a fairly long ride on the neon spandex wagon, but we don't have to talk about that.
Part of it is I'm fairly certain the price is going to drop significantly in a fairly short time, and right now everyone is just paying the "impatient price", and who doesn't like to get a good deal. Like instead of paying $500 for an iphone, I have a nifty motorolla razr that I got off of Craigslist for $75. Neat, huh?
Consequently I tend to be 5 or 6 years behind the times in almost everything. Like wow, have you guys heard of this new-fangled thingy called the internet? So totally awesome!
For reals though, blogging, been around a little while now, but I just jumped in last year. I have a Myspace, but haven't hopped over to facebook, and I've definitely never twittered. That's probably because I don't have an iphone.
Crap, just file this under "posts where Brandi makes herself look completely lame"
New Cali obsession: Tom and Jerry, formerly referred to as Tom and Jerry on demand, as in "I wan watch Tom and Jerry on demand" _____________________________________________
I had dress rehearsal on Saturday. It went alright. We were missing a few people and my shirt didn't come off super easily in the "ripping the shirt off" part. What's that? You want to buy a ticket now? It's not that kind of show. I'll be wearing another shirt underneath, ha! Barring those few things though, the dance part went pretty good. Just before though, as we were making our way out to the stage, things got a little hairy. The director led a few girls out a door marked "stage right". My experience with this theater I had always used to "stage left" door. So I stood undecided for a few minutes. Just long enough that when I eventually did try to follow them, they were nowhere in sight.
If you've never been backstage in a theater, let me tell you....it's dark. Very dark, and confusing. There are stairs, ropes, equipment, narrow passageways.....
I followed the stage right sign, and found myself in a dark dark narrow passageway. Hmmmmm, I guess this could be the way....*step* where's the ground? Not there, and I'm falling, and falling. I landed on my right wrist and right hip, and my left leg stayed 4 feet up..... on the "stage?" I'm actually lucky I didn't break my leg. It now sports a lump and a baseball sized bruise.
I hopped back up, dusted myself off, thanked my lucky stars that I was all alone, and went back the way I came. I went out the stage left door.
After our rehearsal we were approached by a woman who had watched. She told us we "were amazing and so inspiring, and wow, how long have we been dancing?"
I smiled and thanked her, and didn't mention my bruised leg.
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