The older I get, the more I understand what my dad gave up/put in to be the dad he is to us. (Not to mention the husband he is to my mom and the son he is to his mother and the brother he is to his brothers, and the grandpa he is to the babies, etc.) It's not easy having 8 kids. I wish I would have thought about that for one second as a child. But I guess the fact that I never did is just more proof of my good parents. Good thing we've still got tons of years for me to appreciate him. And isn't it just about the best thing in the world to see brothers/cousins/friends become dads? There's nothing better.
The kids make it all worth it. They're perfect. (And of course, Coach Taylor) Even though I really really really wish they would have kept it more simple and cut out the special effects, crazy unrealistic stuff, politics, and cheesiness. Would have been more suspenseful, more funny, more meaningful, etc. Like Hollywood cares about any of that though, right?
TV show to watch (besides Bachelorette of course): Shark Tank
Seems like I'd hate it because these people are so extreme but I can't get enough. People bring their businesses to these 5 billionaire business sharks and cut deals with them/get torn apart by them. It's so entertaining. And they go through the people fast so it's easy to watch.
Music to listen to: Bon Iver
I know it's not technically out yet but pretty much everyone's been listening to it. (Sorry, Justin) It's really good. Really really good. So pretty. A couple songs sound like Phil Collins which makes Regan mad and makes me happy. So look out for that.
Regan and I tag-team it and we're almost to 2mill on the scoreboard. Just saying. It's what we see when we close our eyes.
While I'm at it, here are some other things I've been enjoying a lot lately that aren't media-related (I got a bit depressed after reading that post): summer softball with friends, the pork burrito at this place, eating pounds of strawberries, finally starting our awesome line-a-day journal, good news about babies all over the place, windows-open weather, etc.
I flew to Rome all by myself to hang out with my boyfriend for a while. Right about this time we were probably wandering around the train station looking for each other. (Regan told me to meet him at the cow statue at the Rome train station but there were 30 cow statues at the Rome train station. And, I forgot to call him and tell him I'd be 5 hours late. Add in jetlag, exhaustion, heat, and some creepy cab drivers and we were off to a great start.) Although I don't regret it, (Actually, I'm really happy I did it) I don't exactly know how I'm going to explain this one to our teenage daughters.
As if they really needed to tighten their hold on me. Especially when it comes to their baby clothes section. It's a good thing these don't come in bigger sizes too or I might maybe have bought 17 (!) of them today.
Just know that you are miles ahead of most anyone working and/or patronizing the Beaver, UT Wendy's.
*Can I exclude myself and my family/friends from this even though I've been there a million times?
**I still like small Utah towns, it wasn't that. It was a whole lot of other stuff. I hope.
