Occasionally as I am chatting with jj I will send him pictures of myself at the very moment I am talking to him. I sent this one a while ago and today he sent me the above version back. If you look at the original you will notice that I am graying. Or that I rubbed my head against Gentry’s bathroom as I was painting. It was a pretty hot look. I tried to use it as an excuse to not go to church and teach my lesson. JJ didn’t buy it.
:: a little boy who is so good and watches Superman while I work ::
:: Christoper Reeve as Superman ::
:: my new camera :: people contacting me for photo work, out of the blue :: I can never explain how happy that makes me ::
:: Santana :: and this one :: and Maria Maria ::
:: comfy pants :: aka: stretchy pants :: isn’t clothing constricting ::
:: new glasses ::
:: little bitty sprouts in my garden and planters ::
:: yummy food ::
:: a warm home ::
:: a couple of cute guys to cuddle with ::
We have had a lot of home decorating done lately. We went out and hired (wouldn’t that be nice) ourselves, our labor is cheap. We painted a wall in the living room and then painted Gentry’s bathroom and put up shelves. I really like the colors, they are darker than I thought they would be, but still nice. Here is my favorite from the photo shoot. Gentry eventually took charge and started taking pictures of me, I won’t share my nose holes with you though. That is the only angle he gets of me unless he is sitting on the counter or I am in bed, which is actually a lot more than you probably think.
Also, my cough is finally gone. It only took a month and 10 days of antibiotics that I don’t think helped. Gentry has the cough now though. Poor kid. He should be done shortly since he got it about a week after I did. Hopefully.
JJ and I thought of a new cereal that will knock your socks off.
High Fructose Corn Syrup Berries & Charms
We are going to copyright and patent it tomorrow, so you all better not steal our good idea. This could be worth millions.
The adult (xxx) version will be called:
XTreme High Fructose Corn Syrup Berries & Charms & Caffeine
Perhaps we should lay off the late night posting.
Does 9:30 count as late night?
I like my baby (he prefers big boy).
I especially like when dad keeps telling us to stop giggling while he is reading the scriptures. I continue to tickle and poke him, forcing him to squeal with laughter and resulting in my own defiant laughter.
Yesterday was our six year anniversary and jj’s work Christmas party. The party was at Snowbird and we got a room and stayed the night. Mostly we wanted to play in the hot tubs outside in the freezing weather and watch snowboarders rush by. I am to scared to snowboard with a recently broken appendage. I think I have broken my bottom before and dang, Gina, it hurts. I didn’t want any repeats this year. So we just relaxed. It was nice.
This was at an event for jj’s company at Broncos Stadium. I get to travel with him, all I have to do is starve myself the month before and innocently flirt with nerdy techy guys. Which is usually pretty calm. They are amazed I can put sentences together and that I will not go out drinking with them even though I am married and my husband would never know. I smile and tell them I would know.
I can also see the laser beams focusing in on them from across the convention hall. It is probably in their best interest I don’t sick my skinny, red-headed hubby on them.
jj made egg noodles for chicken noodle soup last night. They are so good and easy. There is really no reason to not do it yourself every time.
I have about a million things to do downstairs. I don’t know if I will ever be able to enter that level of the house again.
jj got up from the kitchen table and went and stood by the front door and farted.
Several times.
Loudly.
I guess I should thank him for not doing it at the dinner table.
However, I was at the dinner table.
Eating dinner.
And he was standing there.
Smiling.
Coyly.
Like, look at me. I am such a gentleman.
Farting is one thing.
Farting performances.
Well, that is a complete other thing.
