Monthly Archives: June 2007

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Lasterday

She says, "Do you remember last day, we went to the park?"

I say, "You mean yesterday we went to the park?

She says, "Yes, lasterday we went to the park."

Almost there.

I am Not Sure How to Follow Up a Skydiving Post…

except to say, we’re still keeping busy busy around these here parts. The girlies and I took a quick trip up the coast to visit with some old friends. We met shaggy haired three-week-old Miller this week (isn’t he adorable?!). His mommy is one of my favoritist people in the world. There she is, proud mama Megan.

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We visited with my good friend Shannon- there she is holding Lauren. She gave up a room, made us a gourmet style breakfast and trotted about downtown Manhattan Beach where I ran into Suvivor winner Yul (2 seasons ago) at the downtown Coffee Bean (for the record, I was silly and starstruck and babbling and didn’t have the camera, of course).

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And to celebrate the summer sunshine, we snuck in a quick pooldate with old friend Mattie Sue and her little sister, Malyn. Her mama Stacy and I can’t get over that between the two of us, we have produced five new people.

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I think they’re a fine looking group of bathing suit beauties, too, dontcha think?

Turning 30- the Real Deal Birthday

We’ve been saying I was going to do this jump for months…

Andy made the reservation two weeks ago…

And two days ago, the butterflies started.

And they got worse as my birthday day approached.

Because on my 30th birthday, I was jumping out of a plane.

Here’s the video of my skydive from this morning :)

It’s worth four minutes to see my squirrel face and me trying to show 30 with my hands, (even if it looks like 35 or that I’m throwing some kind of gangsta signs- I’m not).

By the way, it was REALLY really cool. Seriously, an exhilirating experience.

But I think I might plan a cruise for my fortieth :)

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I’ve got some butterflies in my tummy.

What rhymes with Pleasecake and has /ch/ at the front??

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Cheesecake, of course! (that’s the Kahlua Cocoa Coffee Cheesecake awaiting my palate above)

Some of my girlfriends from Bible Study joined me for my unbirthday celebration this past weekend and ohmygoodness did we enjoy some cheesecake at noneother than the Cheesecake Factory! I heard they have a motto… "Something for Everyone". Yep, there’s the Tuxedo Cheesecake:

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and the Lemon Raspberry Cream Cheesecake:

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The dinner was amazing, too (I know this sounds like a commercial, but no, I’m not getting paid to advertise their Thai Chicken Pasta):

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Not only was the food great, but so was the fellowship :) What a great bunch of ladies I am blessed to call friends.

So, what cheesecake would you be pleased with??

got God?

I was on the way home today and pulled up to a stoplight to see a yield shaped sign in the car window next to me that read:

Got God?

So I looked the driver in the eyes and gave her a thumbs-up.

And she looked back at me with a bit of a question-like look.

Then smiled and gave a thumbs-up back.

I thought, maybe I’ll get to know her name in Heaven someday.

Just in case you don’t know Him, you can easily have a relationship with our Creator by asking Him into

your life with a short prayer. God continually blows me away by His perfect timing, presence and amazing ways he orchestrates everything.

Everything.

I hope you might invite Him into your life.

May you be blessed today and this weekend, friends.

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Here’s a jump to kick off the weekend! Woohoo :)

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Midweek Madness

—>My IT guy is awesome. Even when he’s out of state, he knows how to fix the CPU.

—> We have had two park days already this week. Would you like to join us for one tomorrow, too? It’s BYOSunscreen.

—> My fingernails are pink. I’m feeling a little self-conscious about it. I was not going for the Barbie colored fingernails when I chose this color, but I am trying to embrace it.

—>Guess what little Sincock is celebrating a 6-month birthday today?? The cute one, of course.

—> Do you like my new summer banner? The little orange guy off kilter up there is jumping. Jump, spot, jump!

—> Here’s a useful tip. Don’t leave jute hanging near toaster ovens. They cause small kitchen fires when the toaster is in use. Thankfully, our sink is next to the toaster and I was able to quick put out that fire out. Sheesh.

—>My bud Cathy has a midweek getting to know you question and I love it. So go over and try to win a small prize this week (great for you fellow crafty folk)!

—> My girlfriend and I had a virtual iced tea date yesterday. Here’s a refreshing glass for you, too :)

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You Sure Have Your Hands Full!

_mg_73806 It started off very innocently.

I just thought I’d take a photo of Lauren and her daddy on Father’s Day. See, they’re looking all cute together (by the way, this is picture 6 of a series of 7 where I finally got her to smile from peeking behind the camera).

And then I thought, let’s get them all in the photo. Won’t they want to see what they looked like on Father’s Day 2007 with their daddy?

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(photo tip: if more than three people are in the photo, make your aperture larger. Do as I say, not as I do)

And then I very sarcastically reported, "Man, you sure have your hands full!"

Because he literally does. But it drives me CRAZY when mere strangers say it to me. CRAZY! In the parking lots. In the grocery store. At the park. I have heard this line more in the last 6 months than in my entire life. At first, I laughed it off. Then there was that man crossing the parking lot and he chuckled. A deep belly chuckle, like he was laughing AT me. AT ME! Look, I know what got us into a full hands sort of situation, but you don’t need to laugh at me.

Jerk.

But it was a nice Father’s Day. Promise. The girls have nice taste and got Andy some cool grilling junk that we made pork kebobs on last night.

And just for the record, I didn’t throw any punches in the middle of any nearby parking lots (but geez, I think about it more than I should).

Happy Anniversary, Happy Anniversary

Today, Andy and I our celebrating our five year wedding anniversary. I was going to post a nice photo of me looking radiant (read: shiny) and him dapper (read: burnt) from our June ‘02 afternoon wedding ceremony, but I would rather share a series of photos that my brother-in-law caught that captures the fun we were having a couple of months ago vying for the further back placements of our faces in the photo. You see, this first photo was taken in the spring of ‘02 where my face clearly appears to be larger than my soon-to-be-husbands:

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Fast forward to April ‘07 when I asked Patrick to take our photo. But Andy knew what I was going to do- stand behind him so my face wouldn’t appear as large as it did in that first photo.

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He kept moving back with me.

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And by doing so, making me laugh hysterically.

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By this time we’re laughing so hard – him trying to keep cool, he takes a shot at practicing some jujitsu on me.

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That’s it. I’m down.

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Well, just because he’s bigger than me, he won and got the back face placement in the photo.

Of course, it’s an awful photo… its caption might read something like  "Oh, by the way, Andy and Susie showed up in the picture under the counter and below the chair."

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But at least my head doesn’t look quite as big as it did in that photo taken five years ago.

And that we’re still having just as much fun together. Man. I love this guy :) God just knew.

Happy Anniversary, Husbandly.

ily.

 

Just call her Flash

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Little Flash here is almost always on the go. In fact all four shots prior to this one are of her in motion. I called out her name and snapped this. It was just a pause because without skipping a beat, she was off again.

I was just thinking the other day that I haven’t taken as many photos of Ashleigh lately, but then I was reminded that it’s so hard to keep her in one spot sometimes that I can’t really be at fault. Plus, what kid wants everysingleday of their life documented anyway? I mean, we all have our bad hair days….