Am I Immune to the Ultimate Love Story?

This morning, my husband and I were watching the morning news. Well, I was, my husband was putting on his shoes. It was a slow news morning so they had a fluff piece on about some newlyweds. They were going through old vacation photo albums of the wife's. In a picture, they showed the girl at Disneyland standing next to one of the seven dwarfs....or do we call them little people too? Anywho, the husband saw his father standing behind the posing dwarf. In front of the father was a stroller which held the husband! They'd never met. The wife was from Florida and the husband was from Canada.

It was fate. They were 5 years old in the picture. The father looked as if he was looking into the camera. The newscasters were "awwing and ooohing" during the entire story. My response?

"Stalker!"

Now my husband, isn't a romantic. He knows that kind of shit is wasted on me. My response prompted a sigh and an eye roll. "You don't think that is the coolest love story ever?"

I don't. It's peculiar but I didn't turn all warm and gushy. I mean, come on! We all know this is a small world and stranger things have happened. Of course, I don't really believe in fate. If fate were real, I'd be with somebody else right now. But why is it that this love story didn't prompt gushy feelings of true love?

I have a couple friends that have great loves. Their love makes me want to vomit. Not because I hate them. Because love makes me wanna vomit. I loathe the term "making love." In fact, that whole combination throws me into a scowl and an eye roll. Seriously, let's just call it what it is. Nowhere in that whole act am I "making love." Cause if that's "love" and I'm "making" it, love is truly a dirty thing. :)

Is there something wrong with that? Am I the only one that thinks that? Please tell me I'm not. I need some company here.

Me and the girls are off to Six Flags today. Yes, I'm crazy. But we had planned this before M was diagnosed with diabetes. I have made a promise that I won't hold us back from fun. Even though, this day would've sucked before the diagnosis, it's going to be a little harder. My backpack weighs over 15 pounds. When I walk a mile with this backpack on, I have a feeling I'll finally remember why I have a husband. Ah, true love....carry my backpack now. ;) Happy Hump Day!

If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.

Tuesday Carpool of Smiles

Yes, it's carpool Tuesday. The kids were a little sluggish today but they all managed to smile when they got into the car. This morning before setting off I had to order my daughter's Spring pictures. It wasn't a bad picture. She looked like she faked it pretty good. A little grimace that showed her perfect teeth. I feel her pain. I always hated school pictures too. I didn't start taking good pictures in school until Junior year. Oh and my Senior pictures were great too.

I'm not sure when it happened to me but I am NOT an annoying picture taker. I have friends that have to retake over and over again. I'm the girl that glances at it and says, "Whatever!" It's a freaking picture. The only time I'll retake is if my eyes are closed or my arm appears to be the size of my thigh. (Cause seriously, my arm isn't that big. WTF?!)

I've always had this thing that I've gotten used to. When I smile, one of my eyes squint a little. I don't know why. I always see it though. I can't fix it because when I try to, I always end up getting that "crazy eye" look. You know the look? Where they can see the whites of your eyes and you look like the photographer flashed you their goods. Yah, that one. So if I see it, which I always do, I just shrug and think, "That's just me. Take it or leave it."

Here's the carpool conversation!

Me: Did everybody get their pictures yesterday?

M2: I was absent on picture day so I didn't.

E: My mom never buys my pictures so I didn't even bother.

Me: Well, the package says I'm supposed to have 5 sheets in it but I only got 4. I swear if they screw me over with the missing sheet, Ima be pissed!

M2: How'd your pictures turn out M?

M (daughter): Typical picture. I look like he told me to smile and then I had to hold the smile for an hour before he took the picture.

Me: I thought you looked great.

E: Didn't you have curly hair that day M?

M (daughter): Yah, it's about the best thing in the picture.

Me: How come your mom never buys your school pictures E?

E: Cause she says I always look weird. I either look like I'm taking a giant poop or a clown walked into the room.

Me: Ha! Yah, clowns freak me out too.

E: Oh, no doubt. What the heck are they about?

Me: I find it hard to believe that your pictures aren't a little cute. I mean, you're her baby!

E: You've obviously never seen me take a poop....or heard the shrill scream I do whenever a clown is near.

Me: Thank god on the first and hopefully one day on the other.

Cause seriously, clowns are evil and should be banned in at least 48 states.

If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.