Just stuff. Indulge me.

Every single time I sit down to write a blog-post, Scarlett poops her pants. What is it with that?? And she just sortof loiters around me with her poopy diaper, letting the stench sock me in the face over and over again until I'm willing to step away and change her. But it's like clockwork I tell you. Clockwork. So I'll be right back.

Ahem. Lemme tell you something else real quick before we get to the point, humor me please. I had a dream last night that I had an altercation with a bunch of punk teenagers (I'm such a grandma- not the altercation part but the "punk teenagers" part) and they happened to be in my ward in my dream and we were in the church parking lot, it was all snowy. And I had just been called to be an advisor over the young women of the ward. And one of them tried to steal the carton of milk I was holding and I twisted his arm behind him, white washed him, and told him, "You picked the wrong young women's advisor to mess with!" And I drove away after that actually thinking in my dream, I can't wait to blog about this! That was just nuts! Yes, that's right. In my dream, I was consciously excited to blog about the altercation. And apparently I'm kindof a charlie's angel type in my dreams. Except I'm not fighting bad guys, I'm just beating up teenagers. Weird. The only thing I can make of it is that yesterday I said to my husband, "Can you believe one day we are going to be "Scarlett's parents" and "Lucy's parents" and we'll have to meet the dudes trying to date and marry our daughters?!??" Jason and I both had to dry heave at this thought. The dream followed shortly after. Hmm.

So, the nitty gritty is that two weekends in a row I got to hang out with some of my absolute favorite women on the planet. First off, on July 30th I had my 10 year high school reunion! Talk about crazy! I was SOOO nervous leading up to it... to see all the people who used to bully me and to finally tell them off about me being a real person with feelings... and of course to see all my ex-boyfriends. Actually none of that's true. A part of me was wishing it was more like that to be honest. I didn't even really date anyone in my class (I've always had a thing for older men you see). It was wonderful to see faces from my adolescence and childhood, and it wasn't even nerve-wracking at all or anything like that. People always seem to think high school reunions are. It would have been a lot more invigorating and dramatic if I had dated someone from my class though and was all nervous about seeing him again and how awkward and dramatic that would be introducing my husband. And then maybe he would have confessed he was still in love with me and had been thinking about me and wishing on a star every night about me all these years, and then his confession would give others in the room the courage to confess the same thing, and then Jason would have had no choice but to beat all of them up, because he is my gallant husband and his job is to guard and protect my heart. And he would see that this situation would be seriously distressing to me, and it would just KILL him. Because I'd obviously have to be sitting over in the corner hysterically crying because of the emotion of it all, and my girlfriends would have gathered around me to comfort and fan me. It would have been crazy. {Some girls actually kinda like scenarios like this. It's sick. But true. I mean not me. I'm not one of those girls. Just some sick girls I've heard of... somewhere out there. I mean I can barely stomach even thinking about it when it plays out in my mind... over and over and over again.}

Wait, wait... I take that back, it was pretty dramatic because my boyfriend of 2 weeks from 5th grade was there; he did give me a "gold" necklace that he stole from his mom back then that I treasured for some time as a little girl. And my boyfriend from 7th grade was there too, but our whole relationship consisted of note passing (actual conversation was very scarce) and one solitary hand holding session so I don't know if that counts. I mean, don't think I didn't still arrange to have several white doves released behind me upon my entrance into the reunion. And a power fan behind me, blowing my hair all over the place. Because I did. And when the doors burst open and the doves flew out from behind me as I stepped into the room, the music died and everyone stopped their chit-chatting and just stared. Right at me. And I stared at all of them back. And then I noticed all the doves were pooping on the carpet and dinner tables and stuff... and then the staff threatened to have us all thrown out. It was all pretty rich indeed.

Okay let's get to business! Here we are at the lunch picnic... these are my besties from growing up (minus Rem! We missed you Remi!) and our babies. We all have 2 kids except Amb... who was just recently made an honest woman so she's off the hook. She's gettin' to it though pretty quick with that brand new hubby of hers... more on that later. (I mean more on Amber gettin' hitched, not more about Amber and Kenny making babies. You perv! Not that kinda blog, folks.)

Here's a group of us that night at the dinner... at the one and only Shilo Inn.

And here's a few shots of me and the proud hubby...

He's still proud despite his facial expressions. You can tell a lot about every day life in our marriage in these 3 simple shots. Love you Jason. And love you IFHS class of 2001! It really was so fun to see everyone and to catch up on everyone's lives. We missed you all who couldn't make it!

The very next weekend Stacy and I flew to Boise and met up with Brand and Court for Amber's wedding. It was wonderful! Such a sweet ceremony and gorgeous couple. These two are adorable together. And they deserve each other so much.

What a beautiful bride. The whole event (wedding ceremony/reception and dancing) was perfect. I'm so happy for you Amber! You and Kenny! Love you both. Lots. Thank you for letting us share in the joy with you. And thank you for those chocolates!! Good grief, I couldn't stop myself!!

The whole event would have even been slightly more perfect for me had I not had several awkward stares full of tension with a fellow short-haired girl from across the room. She looked about my age. She was in an orange dress. She had a very pretty face. And she had great hair. Something you might not know about us short haired women, there is a great sense of identity in our short crazy hair. And when someone else walks into a room with similar hair, it's like there's just not room for both of us. So all night long there was lots of awkward eye contact and bumping into each other and stammering. I can't really explain it all, but it's true. I kept making the resolve to go say something to her about her hair, but then I'd try to get through crowds of people over to her and she would vanish into thin air. Bedy bedy sneaky. Maybe I'll see her again one day. And maybe I could tell her, "I like your hair". And then we would both just smile at each other. Smile and nod. No other words would be necessary. We would just know. We would both know that what I actually was saying was, "I like MY hair".

Stacy and I flew over on Friday morn, did some shopping, went to the wedding Friday night and flew home Saturday afternoon. It was only one night and not even 2 full days without my babies and hubby, but a little girls trip will work wonders for a SAH mom. I'm happy to report my baby girls were alive and well upon my return home. We were headed straight to another wedding reception from the airport when Jason picked me up and we had no diapers, no wipes, and not the slightest idea of when the last time either of them ate anything was. But they were alive. And that's what counts.

P.S. On August 10th, we were given a beautiful brand new niece. My brother Abe and SIL Tiffany welcomed sweet Emma Jesse into the world on her older sisters birthday. (Happy Birthday McKinley girl!) Just look at that little face. Too much for words. Her little pictures melt me. Like a lot. I just love her.

Hold onto these last couple weeks of summer! Hold on to 'em with all your might!!