No wonder the photographer took so long editing... Not long enough, obviously.

This is my whole life...

...or at least I wish it was. Ive got some other STUFF to deal with:

1. Alana, when I read what you write and how you write, it makes me want to curl up in a little ball, crawl under a rock, and never again resurface to the world of posting. You're the only person who makes me feel that way- even including ... well, maybe not Harriet Beecher Stowe, but at least Stephanie Myers for sure. You're so much better than the rest of us. Want to buy a new house? Just compile your most racy posts and send them to a publishing agent. I wish I had time to write more.
   
2. Quinn is from Venus, Nicole is from Mars.
3. I'd like to be independently wealthy.
4. This year I finally realized there is no end to being stretched too thin. No no, I didn't say I was thin. Tisk tisk. Just that I used to exist believing in the pretense that there would come a day of respite from the madness. There would be entire days for me when my life was totally like those perfect women you read about on those "Isn't Life Bliss" blogs. Those ones that sew and bake and make out with their husbands all whilst posting every bit of ooey gooey life-is-delightfulness for us to scathe at. Not Debbie Downer, not even depressed. Simply SLAPPING myself across the forehead that I could have been so naive! Silly me. Silly me.
5. Furthermore.... Just WHAT was I thinking showing up to family photographs like this...? I'll have to burn them all.
   

There's still a prize in the box?!?!

Go figure.

They still give away prizes in cereal boxes!?!?!

I'm shocked. I totally thought that was an 80's thing or something that remained strictly on Napoleon Dynamite movies. You'd think that prizes in the cereal box would be the first thing to go during a recession. Nope. Today I got my very own Shrek water squirter out of the Cinamon Toast Crunch box.

I may need to mention that until I became 7 months pregnant, I absolutely HATED and LOATHED all cereal. Hence the 20 year flashback to prizes in the box.

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Oh, and Alana- until about 2 years ago, Quinn literally thought a line of credit was extra cash... free money. Try breaking that news to a 27-year-old who thinks he can afford a fishing boat.

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The latest:

Last week of school starts Monday (thank the Lord) and I have been positively swamped. You know it's bad when I don't blog for a while. School has been crazy and draining, I've been in SLC almost every weekend for the last month, we are still remodeling the apartment, dance recitals and lessons are finally over, and in one week, all my end-of-the-school-year happenings and stress will melt into pure summer bliss.

Quinn drove to Vegas on Friday to buy me about 10 menu items at Cheesecake factory and he's been diligently pushing me out of bed each morning. For this reason alone I am at a loss as to what single pregnant women do to get out of bed during pregnancy. Plus, he has the best haircut and he is sexier than ever (seriously, he is so hot- how does he even function with the rest of us???).

Better Now

Thanks. I feel better. Just had the "we should be further along" glooms for a while. Thank heavens for Netflix! It's a better pick-me-up than prozac!
Currently in the middle of Vanity Fair.
How does it know what movies I am going to love?!?!

Big Brother and all that rot I suppose...