I got you. I got you.

This weekend Aaron had his mega event: Moto of Nations. (Aaron was in charge of a huge portion of this. He got man-hugs from his bosses. Man-hugs are a good indicator of how much they like him.) I snuck away to meet him and enjoy the VIP area. I'm not really into Motor cross but I have respect for the guys that do it. Crazy. My heart always goes out to the guy who gets lapped. What's crazier to me is the price for these events. 150$ a head...to sit in the hot sun on the grass (or dirt) getting coated in a layer of filth. Sure the races are cool but 150! I can spend 150 on a lot of things that aren't sweaty or dirty.

wallet sidebar: it's missing. I'm 95% sure one of the kids took it. They all have conflicting stories that involve some guilt but no one will confess. And no one will retrieve it for me. So I get to search the house with a comb tomorrow. Wish me luck.

sister, so, you have a sister

My sister Amber is the luckiest person I know. She is winning stuff like crazy right now. I need a trip outta here. I need some of her mojo today. But I'm married to Aaron who blocks all luck from our home. Tears. smooches.

You can't say bomb on a plane

Bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb. This year I planned to have all extras on Tuesdays. Was this wisdom or madness, I'll let you decide? Today's itinerary:

7a: wake, get ready, breakfast.
8a: homework & guitar practice.
9a: My turn to teach Joy School.
11:45 a: Send joy kids home.
12p - 2p: Presidency meeting (program & next year's teacher roster)
2:15p: I finally take a shower.
3:30p: Pick up kids from school.
4p: guitar lessons & kid herding (the best, Jerry, the best).
5p: dance for lore.
5:15p: shove food into the other 3.
5:45p: dance for bryn.
6p: grocery store.
6:45p: pick up dancers.
7p: drop kids off & go to RS activity
9p: get home and blog to you.

Shew. Of course, the rest of the week is golden. So maybe not so bad, right? Ava has her dance class tomorrow. Her first. She's so excited.

mom. mom. come smell me.

Mmmm. minty.

I want pie. I want beef jerky.

I wish my life read like this: Kittens inspired by kittens. So passionate. So true.

marriage has brought us together today

Thirteen. years. That's like a bazillion dog years. Sometimes it feels like forever ago and then sometimes it feels like yesterday. Smooches for my best friend (even if he didn't like Mockingjay--my feelings were mixed on it too).

You got served

Bailey, our dog of many talents and mischief, has been escaping through our backyard rod iron fence. This was a headache...until Aaron took her to doggy school and the trainer said not to get an electric fence or collar. Instead he recommended a dog life vest (for boating, ridiculous. People buy these things. I don't love my dog enough to buy her a life vest.)

Anyway, so we got one and sure enough, she could no longer shimmy through the bars. So for a couple of weeks the dog hung out all day in a life vest. Our neighbors thought we were boating a bunch, but then we explained and had a laugh. She looked ridiculous but problem solved. This week, she officially grew big enough that she no longer requires the vest. She's too big to fit. Yeah, she's going to be a huge dog. We also took down the chicken-wire fence that served as her ladder before the vest.

mockingjay sidebar: tomorrow. I so excited. I called B&N just in case they were doing a midnight sale. The sales associate that answered the phone asked for the name of the book again and the author. (The windows of B&N are plastered in mockingjay. No wonder they're struggling.) I was so shocked I almost shouted "Blasphemy!" But my manners held my tongue. I mean, I know they sell a lot of books but you can read the words mockingjay all over the store. Know your industry. Or just look up and around your store.

I just re-read catching fire cuz I'm a nerd, yo. So good. I'm ready. Sunny: get crack'n. Amber, Livy: for shame. get crack'n.