A Very Duggar Wedding

DID YOU SEE THIS??!!

I recorded it on Sunday and watched it today with Melissa. I wouldn't let her erase it just in case any of you want to come over for an hour of amazingness.

My favorite parts:

* The church ladies mixing vats chicken salad with their bare hands.

* The sisters referring to hickeys as "love marks."

* Mom Duggar getting all weepy and saying, "It's just sad to think that this is the last time I'll shave the back of his neck."

Seriously, you're invited.

The Anti-Eisoptrophobia

You guys, I have a problem.

I have a ridiculous obsession with shiny objects,
namely, mirrors.

I have noticed this more recently, realized that it's not just a recent problem, it's just getting worse.

While I was walking down the hall at the hospital, I caught myself staring at myself in the reflection of the windows. All the way down the hallway.

And then, in the fish-eye mirrors to let you know if there's someone coming around the corner.

Also, in the reflection of the nurses glasses.

The worst is at work. We have 2 real mirrors. I practically whip-lash myself everytime I walk past one of them.

What's the deal? It's stupid.

SO- if you catch me doing it, poke me in the eye and tackle me to the ground before I recover. Please. I'm annoying myself.

2 out of 3 ain't bad

Last night, I had a dream I interviewed to be Kimora Lee Simmon's personal assistant.

She didn't like my nail polish or my hair,

but she did think I was funny.

Apparently my dreams are as self-confident as I am.

Rant.

Okay, so I consider myself to be a pretty easy going person. However, after a discussion with my husband, I realized that I'm a bit bi-polar with my likes and dislikes. I either LOVE something or it BUGS the CRAP out of me. (A bit graphic, I know.)

Anyhow, on with the list.

I absolutely cannot stand:



*Getting splashed.*

If I want to get wet, I'll do it on my own terms, thanks.


*Having the designated drink buttons pushed down on a lid.*



Only times I am okay with this is if I am in a group with lots of cups with dark colored soda and you don't want to accidentally drink someone else's drink. Then, and only then, I am okay with pushing a button. Only one. And it better be the right one. And I'll push it myself. If the right one isn't an option, none get pushed.


Thank you QT for not giving buttons to the drink lids.


*Incorrect use of the phrase,
'I couldn't care less.'*


Ug. I don't know how many times I have missed the rest of some conversation because someone says, "I could care less."


My brain gets so wrapped around the incorrect use of the phrase, holding back the urge to tell them, that actually the phrase isn't could care less, because that means that you do care, not that you don't. Seriously, I don't know how that can be so confusing to people.


Lastly, the reason that this whole rant got started:


*Bruce Springsteen and

the E Street Band.*

Jason LOVES them. Oh. My. Word. They are horrible!
If he could dance like this guy,

or was attractive, like this guy,

I'd let him slide.


But he's not.


He wears all black, but not sexy black. He wears an old black t-shirt, tucked into his old black Levi 550's, with his black braided belt, and has a snaggle tooth (#6 to be exact.)

He has a pirate in the band, and a lady with red hair. Also the bass player looks like he'd be so ridiculously annoying to talk to. The sax player is cool, he doesn't need a lanyard, and I respect him for that. The drummer though? Wow. He totally reminds me of the principal on Ferris Bueller's Day Off. He's probably as cool as him.

The most annoying thing about them is they jam. I'm totally fine with a song. Born in the USA? Sure. It's fine. But when they run out of words, they just jam and it makes me want to punch someone. End it allready.



Did I mention Jason LOVES him/them? He calls Bruce the Boss. He also loves to push down the buttons on lids and incorrectly uses the phrase 'I couldn't care less.'


Luckily, he's never splashed me, so we're still married.

Another Baby Post

Sorry! I know, I'm usually not a fan of kid posts, but lately, I've been obsessed.
I just had to show the babies as de-tube-ified as they've been since birth. They're cute.

Here's Nate playing peek-a-boo. (He's so advanced.)

And Reese sweatin' to the oldies.

P.S. Reese smelled like a baked potato.

P.P.S. They said that they'll get to wear clothes soon and will get to come home in 3 to 4 weeks. Hooray!

Somebody's creepy. I'll give you a hint, it's not Nate.
Yep, that's right. That's me holding Nate!! Finally, after 5 weeks, I got to hold my cranky little baby B. He didn't like it.

Nate opened one eye for the occasion.
[please excuse the bra-strap, it's not my favorite]

In other baby news: Reese had surgery #3 of 4 yesterday.
He liked it, you can tell by his grin.

It was to fix a connection he had between his trachea (wind pipe) and esophagus (food pipe.) Now, he can get air without popping holes in his guts and can get food without getting food in his lungs. (Surgery #1 was to put in a drain in to let air out of his guts, surgery #2 was to remove scar tissue that formed around his guts where the drain was and put in a g-tube and j-tube that can be used to vent his stomach and feed him into his intestines.)

By the way, he makes awesome spit bubbles. Oh and he's really not that fat, it's just the post-surgery swelling from low blood pressure. He's really, really cute.

Has it really been that long?

So, I think I feel old because today, Jason and I have been married for 10 years. Congrats to us, we are registered at Targetand a botox center / fountain of youth (and for a comb.)
Yep, we've aged a little bit.

So, walk down memory lane - this was my favorite picture. Hmmm. Nice eyebrows, me. Jason was worried about his thinning hair at the time. If only he'd know to love what he had.

These are some of my favorite pictures now.

Well, this one always was. Meet Maury, Jason's grandpa. I love that
#1: Jason will look just like him.
#2: All of our kids look / will look just like him.
#3: His hand is on my bum.
#4: His shirt is tucked into his underwear.

Okay, who said Brandt is the best photographer? What the...? Is this really a hot picture? And, btw, I love my mauve nail polish.

Similar theme to the last picture... this is bordering levi love. I think that a cowboy hat on Jason would complete the feel here.

Now, for pictures that make me feel okay that we've aged and it's not 1998 anymore.

This picture, I think, is amazing. I posted it for Kev and Jake's sake, and I guess Chris too. Disclaimer's for each of them: Chris had just cut his hair from Jesus long to Martha Stewart short. Jake was 2 days fresh back from his mission, and Kev: um... he was a teenager... wearing his band tux.

And the cousies... I love Julia's red tights and Trevor's obvious happiness to be there. Thanks for rushing to get there from your pop-warner game. Look how tiny Tanner, Dan and Annie are! Note: remember that no matter how much you do to a cultural hall, it's still a cultural hall/basketball court.
This one is just for Jenny.

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Here's to more happy life to come!