Twilight Happened at Midnight

I admit it...I went to the midnight showing of Twilight. I bought my ticket days in advance. I showed up to the theatre early. I survived all the squealing high school girls who were swooning over Edward. I swooned a bit myself,but for Jacob, not Edward. Also, I never squealed. I wasn't alone in this fanatical event. There were other post teenagers there...lots of them, and I have proof:
In all seriousness though: I went, I watched, I witnessed. It was so much fun to be there with all the energy that was buzzing through the theater. Things got exciting enough to bring out a camera man from one of the local news stations. I really enjoyed the movie. It had it's weak spots due to the fact that it was a lower budget film, but I think they did an excellent job with all the characters. Most of them looked just they way I had pictured them in my mind when reading the book. I think the best part though was going with a bunch of the other podiatry wives at midnight. It was fun to feel a little carefree again!

A Time for Thanksgiving

Here's a game of tag
That should be great fun
Count ten of your blessings
Begin with number one.
Count to number ten
Then tag four others,
You can tag your friends,
Sisters, children or mothers.


My ten blessings:
1. My Savior, Jesus Christ

2. My husband. He's perfect for me. But more importantly, he's a total stud!

3. My baby girl, Charlotte. Nothing makes me happier than being a mom!
4. My parents. I wouldn't be who I am today without them.

5. Adam's parents. I have two reasons for this. The first is that I think they did a great job raising Adam. The second is that I get along with them wonderfully. I'm so glad that I get to be excited when I visit the in-laws!

6. My big brown fuzzy blanket. It's the blanket that leaves all other blankets behind. I feel like a little kid again with the way I drag it around with me from room to room. Don't judge...if you had this blanket, you'd do the same thing.

7. Hot showers

8. Music

9. The internet...so much knowledge right at my fingertips!

10. My home. It may be a small, simple place, but it's my little refuge from the world.

I tag Cassie, Amber, Beckee and Emily W.

Just copy the poem above to your blog and add your ten blessings below the poem.

The Cavs

Last night Adam and I went to a Cavaliers game. It was my first time attending a basketball game that wasn't held in the church cultural hall (sad, I know). A friend of his from school, Dan Piper had some extra tickets to the game and invited us to go. We had a really good time, and Charlotte even enjoyed it.

Basketball games have a very different atmosphere than baseball games. There were a lot more bells and whistles during the basketball game...including flames.

Adam wanted a picture to prove that Charlotte was a Cavs fan, so he insisted on this picture:

Charlotte acted surprising well during the entire game. She only fussed once and the rest of the time sat on Adam's lap. Her hands are very entertaining for her right now. What I want to know is why she can't sit this contently at church.

We had a great time with Adam's friends from school. They were a lot of fun, and I'm sure Adam was glad to have someone watching the game with him who actually loves sports. I enjoyed going to the game more for the experience of it rather than the actual game. The Cavs did a great job though. They not only beat the other team, but they made more than 100 points which means that if we take our tickets to Taco Bell, we'll get a free chalupa!

Reading

Charlotte has already cultivated a love for books. She even likes to read to herself when Adam and I are busy:
Okay, not really, but I thought it was so cute when she grabbed the book I was reading to her and held it all by herself in front of her face! She just looked so mature with that book there it made me laugh.

Change

With all the commotion about the change that is coming to the country now that Obama has been elected president, I decided to jump on the bandwagon and make a change myself. Okay, let's get real...it had nothing to do with the election. It had more to do with the fact that I was way overdue for a haircut.

I decided to chop my hair off. Why? I don't really know. I liked my long hair. It was easy to manage. I was used to it. Adam liked it. Just a few dead ends needed to be taken off and the layers cleaned up. I think I just wanted something different. I thought about short hair, but it made me a little nervous.

Quick story: When I was in fifth grade I went through this phase where I wanted to look like my mom. I don't know that I really wanted to look like my mom, but I just wanted to look more grown up. I was in that akward transition stage where your arms are too long and your nose is too big and you have to start using face wash. I realized that I didn't look like a little girl anymore, but I didn't know how to present myself as a teenager. So, I went for the next closest thing...my mom. I wore her clothes that were too big for me (Looking back I now realize that she must have known that I was adding to the problem rather than helping it...I was also probably too stubborn to listen to her when she told me it didn't look good). Well, she cut her hair short, and I got the crazy notion that I needed to do the same thing. BIG MISTAKE! First off, I remember that the lady who cut my hair was still kind of learning. As she butchered my mane, another one hovered over her attempting (but failing) to fix her mistakes. I came out of there with a haircut looking more like my dad's than my mom's. To top it all off, I was going through that akward stage, remember? That means I didn't have a very feminine body yet. The worst day was the one when a kid a few years younger than me asked, "Are you a boy or a girl???" Talk about DEVESTATING!

So, to this day I have been terrified of cutting my hair short. I told Adam my predicament, and he assured me that if I cut my hair short I would still look like a female. I wasn't entirely convinced. Luckily, I really trust Jamie who cuts my hair. Bless her heart, but she had to go through two weeks of me emailing her pictures and asking her questions before I finally made up my mind to go short.

I did it. I don't think I look like a boy. And I like it.

Here are pictures from before the change

and after the change

I donated the hair I cut off to Locks of Love, so that was exciting. Also, these pictures aren't the best because I had to take them myself since Adam is at school. And please, don't ask me if I'm a boy or girl! ;)

Back to the Future

When my dad was here, a picture was taken that reminded me of one of my baby photos. Here is the picture of my dad and Charlotte:I don't think it even occured to him that 21 years earlier he had posed with me the same way:
It seems like some things never change!