I Am A Groupie

Okay, so last night I got to see this band...it was really great and the music is nice and all but oh my, the drummer is HOT! He was totally making me swoon! And even though there were 100 people there, I know he was playing just for me - even if he couldn't see me. I tried taking a picture but after one shot, my camera died. So do you want to see this fantastically gorgeous drummer? But I warn you...

HE'S MINE!

The Man has played percussion in a community orchestra called Wasatch Winds for about a year now. Last night he played bells, timpani and crash cymbals (and probably at least one other instrument I can't spell). He really likes it and I like watching him play. The kids like it, too, as long as I have enough fruit snacks for them. This was their fourth concert. I think they are really good, but then again, I know nothing about music and am tone deaf. :)

Sweet Dreams!

It's here! It's here! Yesterday I received my beautiful bedroom set and last night, we got it all arranged.

The Bed.

I wanted a canopy, he wanted wood. We both won. It's convertible so if in the future we decide canopies aren't cool, we can take it off, remove posts, etc. There's also a cute little bench for the foot of the bed. The Man didn't think we needed the bench. I disagreed.

The Dresser.

The Other Dresser with Mirror.

But wait! There's more! Check this out:

Sliding doors. Pretty cool, huh? There are two nightstands, also, but my picture was really blurry so I didn't post it. They had a swell slide-out tray for writing or breakfast in bed.

Thanks, Anita and Brock (my in-laws), for getting the ball rolling! (And for watching my kids so I could go look at furniture.)

Now...what color do I paint the walls??

Where are they now?

I recently read this post from one of my favorite bloggers over at ClubMom. And I can't stop thinking about it! I can't help but wonder where are these people today? Where is Kate from elementary school that was my best friend until 4th grade and then I did nothing but pick on her? Where is Justin from 6th grade that came to school with bruises? What have they made of their lives? What could I have done to help them instead of make them squirm in their seats?

And most of all...what if my kids become them? What if da Boo sits all alone at lunch? What if the Boy never gets invited over for playdates? What I can tell my kids to help the tears? What did their parents tell them and did it help?

Chocolate Poetry

A few days ago, my chocolate calendar had this cute poem:
C if for chocolate,
H is for hand,
O is for overweight, I understand.
C if for chocolate,
O is for out,
L is for last piece, when most of us pout.
A is for apple,
T is for treat,
but when we spell it,
E is for eat!

And just so you don't think I'm the only one that quotes my calendar, look here.
The Man comes home tonight! And so do the rest of my in-laws. To celebrate, we are going here. Envy me.

Slacking...AGAIN!

I am a widow for this week so I've had my hands full. And my in-laws are in town. Well, not all of them...just my mother-in-law and my sister-in-law. They are here because it is Spring Break and because the boys in the family are riding bikes down in Moab. Not all the boys got to go. The Man is here and the Boy has to stay with the girls. Still, he got to try out Grampa's equipment before they left. My sister-in-law is a senior in high school this year. Her main objective on this trip was to find a modest prom dress (secondary objective was to tour BYU). So we went shopping for a dress. It was so much fun, like having my very own, life-sized Barbie doll! She looked amazing in everything so I got to make her try on dresses that I would have loved to wear. "Try this one next!" "But I wore green last year." "Who cares? Try it on!" "But it's over $300." "Come on! I must live vicariously!" She did find an amazing dress (the ruffly one in black with a white sash). Now she just needs to find a date.

Tomorrow I am assisting in da Boo's preschool field trip to the Bean Museum. Should be fun! Then I get to go spend the night with the Man up in SLC. He's promised to take me out to a really nice restaurant. "Really Nice" means they don't ask if I want fries with that. Also, we're supposed to go shopping for a bedroom set. We have our clothes in laundry baskets and rubbermaid drawers since we got married. I think it's time my nightstand doesn't have a snap-on lid...