Meh? II

Lest you think I'm obssessed with celebrity gossip thanks to the second post in a row on the topic, what do you think is the most interesting thing to me in this picture? (note: the caption says they're in Salt Lake City for his filming some reality show related to High School Musical)



If you said the Cafe Rio cup, then you are correct.

Meh?

I keep up on some celebrity gossip. I actually wanted Ben Affleck and Jennifer Garner to get together YEARS before they did (and we could have avoided that whole Bennifer thing--it would've been perfect!). So I pay attention here or there; for the most part, I don't care too much. But occasionally, I like a celebrity and care what they're doing, who they're dating, etc.

John Mayer and Jennifer Aniston? Not a fan.

My Hilarious Mom, Once Again

My mom and I just started driving away from our house tonight on our way to Home Depot when I saw a dog without any tags wandering in the street. I was driving, so I pulled over, tried to figure out which dog it was, and walked it back to the house I figured was its house (luckily, it was!). Now, my mom is REALLY not a pet person, and she somehow loves my dog, even though she has no desire to have any sort of pet. She wasn't too happy about the stop.

We started driving again, and saw another dog on the corner, and my mom said, "If I see ONE MORE DOG . . ." She'd had it, apparently, with creatures of the canine sort! =) "Why do people even HAVE dogs!"

I think the irony MAY have been lost on her . . .

4Runner and Gas

My mom HATES filling up her car with gas--I can't think of many things she would hate more. It's a waste of time, it's expensive, and it just interrupts her day, according to her. I can't tell you how many times I'll hop in my car and it's on E, even though I KNOW I didn't leave it that way! "My car was empty!" she'll say.

Recently, I said something like, "I think I need to go to Costco and get gas," (I hadn't driven my car for a few days) and she said, "YEP! You're out!" Whah? She said, "Yeah, I got in my car and it was empty, so I hopped in your car and it was empty, and it was the worst! I can always count on your car having plenty of gas in it!"

Cute Boy (literally, boy)

Liz's nephews are the man of her dreams, and while my dog and nephew are really the men of my dreams, I have a new one to add to my list. A few weeks ago, this adorable 8-year-old boy came up to me at the park and asked if he could play with Kobe. I was beyond impressed with this kid; not only was he polite and sweet--he asked questions! Then a week later, I ran into him at the park again, and he couldn't stop raving about my dog (#1 way to my heart). Then after we chatted about his Little League team, he mentioned his elementary school--my elementary school!

I asked him, "Who's your teacher?" "Mrs. Kirby." I HAD MRS. KIRBY! And she was my favorite ever! He asked, "Did you guys do plays?" "Yes!" "Which ones?" (see? he's asking questions? I'm so blown away) "The Wizard of Oz" and "Alice in Wonderland." "We're doing Peter Pan, and I'm Peter Pan. You should come!"

I did. It was the most fun Friday night I've had in months. Third graders doing 35 minutes of Peter Pan is just a riot. So afterwards I go up to my favorite kid ever--his name is Reid--and he was so excited I came! I couldn't believe it. He took me by the hand and said, "You've GOT to see Mrs. Kirby!" So he led me to her and it was so great to see her again! She was my favorite teacher ever, and I couldn't believe she remembered me, albiet with a different hair color. But we chatted, and it was a blast. There are obviously more details, but to keep this blog short(er) and sweet, apparently the new man of my dreams is somewhat of a professional actor, having done an episode of "Monk."

I can't get the picture of him to post, so copy and paste this into your browser--he's such a cute little kid . . . can I adopt him as a little brother?

http://www.imdb.com/media/rm1167364352/nm2126420

Camping

Lately, it feels like we've been camping . . . in our very own house. It seems as though we've developed a cricket problem of sorts--maybe they've found a way through the fireplace? We aren't exactly sure, but if it gets much worse, maybe we'll pray for seagulls or something.

Today's Horoscope

"A huge workload doesn't have to intimidate you. You can do this! You are a star."

This was perfect for my day--maybe I'll believe in horoscopes every once in a while?

Friends

Dear friends,

I knew that, this last year especially, I had some of the most fantastic friends. I knew that, and I know that; it's not like this is news to me. I couldn't have asked for better friends than this last year gave me. But every once in a while, it hits me again how lucky I was, and how much I want to transplant y'all down here so I don't have to be sad that y'all are up there and I'm down here. Life'd be pretty perfect for me if I could bring you guys down here.

Love you,
Laura

If I Can't Root for the Jazz . . .

Then Kobe will do the rooting for me:

I *Heart* Laguna Hills

These trees line the street and when they bloom with these purple blossoms for about a month or two a year, it's the most beautiful thing driving up to our street!

My Hilarious Sister

Today I remembered one of my favorite conversations with my sister ever. I can't remember exactly how long ago this was; I'm guessing it was around 6-7 years ago. She had a Mazda Protege at the time.

Laura: How's it going?
Nicole: The a/c on my car broke.
Laura: Really? Wow! How much is that going to cost to fix?
Nicole: I don't know; I bought a Tahoe.

Losing My Identity

I got a new cell phone and number yesterday, and because of that, don't have my trademark Super Mario Bros ringtone anymore. It's kind of sad, and by kind of sad, I mean REALLY sad. I checked out the Super Mario Bros available for my new phone, and it's not NEARLY as cool. It sounds all fancy with different instruments, and I'm just not a fan. I feel incomplete.