UP.

the other day i tried to take pictures of that ladies house while 

driving. i know. they say don't text and drive,

but i'm pretty sure they didn't say anything about taking pictures

while driving with glasses that aren't strong enough.

this is just one side of the house. she has like

5 nativity scenes on the other side. 

it wasn't really snowing in my car. or outside of it.

i just kinda wanted it to be snowing.

it is hard to see a lot of them.

pictures don't do it justice.

when i drove by the next morning?

there were more out.

sean wouldn't walk over with me to take pictures.

he was up for the championship against Tiger.

apparently that is more important than humoring his

wife who wanted to take pictures of some strangers lawn.

he needs to get his priorities in order.

he won, in case you were wondering.

anyway, without him there,

i had to count on my own.

there were over 20 blow up figurines.

some are smaller than others, and some are

hiding behind others.

i'll keep you posted on this fascinating story.

something flew in my the other day

and i had to take out my contacts that i am supposed to take

out every night but haven't in 2 months.

so i had to wear my glasses today that aren't strong enough.

i don't love them. i think they are too big for my face.

it's been one of those weeks where i can't turn my mind off.

i hate it. i haven't been able to sleep at night because

i can't stop thinking.

it's hurting my head. i don't even know what

i am thinking about.

no one is benefitting from me thinking.

it's all dumb stuff.

like the other night we watched UP.

i couldn't stop thinking about the couple in it.

how i wanted to move my house to the top of a mountain.

how i want sean and i to have chairs like they do.

then i want a little boy like the one in the movie.

or at least with his voice.

then i think,

should we put our kids in boy scouts?

what about our girls?

what if they don't like it?

what if they meet an old man who decides to

put a bunch of balloons on his house and fly away?

would that concern me? should it?

i think it would be pretty neat.

then i think, sean would probably worry a lot.

then we might fight.

because i think it would be one of those cool "life experiences"

and it would add character to the kid.

sean would be like "it's not safe"

or something grown-up like that.

then i think about the chances of that ever

happening are slim to none.

and then i get kind of sad thinking about how

that could never happen but it sure does make for a good movie.

then i start thinking about how are kids are going to turn out.

will they be all show-offy and responsible like sean?

will they be motivationally challenged and good at sitting

on the couch like their mother?

will they think getting homework done early is important?

or will they work better under pressure like their mother?

me be a mother?

scary.

will they like scary movies?

will they even like movies?

will i let them watch movies that i watch?

will they look like me?

or sean?

or will they even like me?

will they like the movie UP?

will they ever have clean clothes?

who is going to do their laundry and cook for them?

man. i don't have all this figured out yet.

then i think about all the candy in our front room that is almost

gone. i just got it.

am i going to get cavities?

will sean like me still when all my teeth fall out?

should i maybe start flossing more?

nah. i am not that worried about it.

will i be a hypocrite when

 i eat candy and sean tells our kids not to and i

can't tell them not to because i won't have any teeth?

then i start thinking about how this is all ridiculous.

all this started from a movie that

we watched kinda late because sean

was tired but i wanted to stay up and watch it

and then i think that if we would have just

gone to bed like sean wanted to then i might not be

up thinking about all this.

then i start thinking about will our kids

stay up late like me?

or wanna go to be early like their dad?

then i feel lonely because they will probably

go to bed early and i will be the odd one in

the house who stays up late...

watching animated movies about a man

in a house with balloons on it and

too deeply analyzing my life.

but then i remember? that i am crazy.

and i need to just stop.

life is good when you are married to your best friend.

everything else will work itself out.

phew. at least i did one thing right.

let's hope our kids get more of their dad's genes...

then they can all be responsible and hardworking...

take care of me. that's what kids are for, right?