I don't mean to break the rhythm we have going in this blog, or take away from what Sharon's going through. It's just......I found my USB cord for my camera and.....well.....I want to post some pictures. Sorry to break ranks here.
It all started with JW. I thought that Jaren and SweetWife were the only married grown up couple in modern society that would want to put up a tent in their living room with me (at 2 in the morning), but to my extreme amazement, and I'm sure Sharon's as well, I suddenly found myself in another grown married up people's apartment (Jen's) and found myself putting up another tent in another living room. This time in broad daylight.
As if their apartment was far too big, or, perhaps because they needed a little time away from their gangly and irresponsible week-long houseguest who kept eating all their cereal, here is where they remained for the rest of my visit.
Also during my visit to Jen's, we took Olivia to a petting zoo where we ran into a few wildly dressed chickens and birds that Jen (not ME, but JEN) decided represented Sharon very well. While Olivia stared with her mouth open at goats and roosters, Jen pointed out birds that looked like Sharon and I proceeded to take pictures of them, threatening to post them here, which I have done, as you can see. I didn't have too much to say, having ranted and raved all of the past two weeks, but here are some pictures of old friends and their babies that some of you might care to see. Cheers, adios. I'm going for a bike ride.
This is me infilrating good culture into Jen's Olivia while she's still young and malleable. Legos AND wookiees in one solid go.
Notice how Henrietta's hair began with Em's hair and then drifted suddenly and boldly into Brian's, making her look like they dyed the tips. Really really funny and bizarre. Only for a Pew's child would I believe it.
Trev's Carter, 6 mo.
Em and Brian's Henrietta (Esme Gertrude Petunia), 10 mo.
Jen's Libby, 16 mo.
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Cute cute babies. And the rooster's head dress I would kill to have. Could that possibly be Aaron with the beard? No way. Is it Trevor? Remember when JG freaked out at me for asking Aaron some innocent questions at Em's farewell--like "who are you? Are you worthy to marry Jen? What is it you love about her? What don't you love?" Perfectly legit questions--huh? Aaron?--that I plan on asking of Em's intended also (If her Prince Charming ever finds his way out of the woods. He probably got eaten by a frog already). Are the Watson's sweating their way across the great Western states yet?
Haha, that was Trevor, S&M. With the curly hair that I always told him to grow out and he never did until his wife told him to? I always told him the ladies dug it.
And I believe the question you asked Aaron was something along the lines of: "Exactly what ARE your intentions with Jen?" or something else really fantastically abrupt and connotative. Hahaha!
Propagation celebration...so many tykes.
Sharon--not without laughter. It wasn't the nature of the questions you put to Aaron, it was the oblique launching of them in Aaron's face amidst a group of mostly strangers. He handled it much better than I would have, which would have been sheer defensiveness.
It was both wildly hillarious and deserving of a "what the..?"
I think what cracked me up most about that situation was Jen's reaction. She just turned her head, cringed in a 10% amused and 90% horrified expression, and uttered a litany of "no no no no"'s. I know that she saw the S&M grilling coming from far away in the distance, like a steam engine gathering momentum. Cracks me up to this day.
Jen, is JG right? A "Steam Engine"? Moi? I, myself, remember the true delicate, slightly inquisitive, carefully sensitive nature of said questions. Thus, my surprise at JG's jaw dropping,"You are a piece of work." I think that was his exact comment after said Aaron and Jen left--closer to each other than ever for having answered my deeply thought out and elegantly worded rhetoric.
I can't get the pictures to display. What the &$@# is going on?
I can't get the pictures either. Em, fix it please. Oh and while you are fixing things, we don't call Olivia Libby, that doesn't make any sense. We call her Livy (short for Olivia, duh!) Silly Em, I bet that you called her Libby the whole time you were here!
Sharon, a "steam engine" is putting it lightly, although I guess that it is a pretty good comparison since I did know the questions and the way you asked them were coming...similar to a steam engine's blaring horn letting everyone know if its impending arrival. He he he. Aaron is watching me type this, and we both agree that it wasn't too bad. He had already met my dad, so it was all down hill from there. I do still tease Aaron about me being his "trophy wife" (yep, you asked him if that's what I would be for him or something like that). The trophy wife comment is especially funny since I have gained ten pounds and don't always have time to shower everyday, much less do my hair and make-up. Some trophy I turned out to be!
"Trophy Wife." I did so not Say such a thing, Jen and Aaron P. Tell 'em JG. These big fat liars. I would never have said this rude and thoughtless thing. Whew and Geez. (That's how you swear on here, JW. Get it?)
By the way, pics are out of this world. I hope Em can fix them. She's a doll. Can you put a stamp on her forehead and mail her here for awhile??
You want me to put a stamp on Emily's head and send her to you? I bet that she could just make the drive and it would be a lot cheaper.
Well, if I go, it better be first class and you better pay the extra 3.50 for mail insurance. What's wrong with the pictures? Who can and can't see them? I'll work on it. Later. Tonight.
For the record....maybe "trophy wife" wasn't said at my farewell....was it?...but it was definitely said at other times. And I don't know.....Jen looks pretty damn sexy when she's bending over to put bowls on the bottom rack of the dishwasher. I'm just saying....... *more and more gratuitous winking*
Me can't.
I can see clearly now.
Em, I still can't see pics!
I'm on it, I'm on it. Later, though.....I hafta go actually do productive things today....change my oil..............buy contact solution..........get an ugly prom dress at the DI for the ugly prom tonight.....................................I suppose I could fiddle with things after that.
Ha. Jen, Just because I wanted your baby sent airmail, you don't have to get snippy about my pronoun agreement errors. And why would I want Em sent? She's always here. I trip over her or her belongings every time I turn around. I want the Watson kids too. Whine. Whine. And, yes, now that I've had time to think about it, I do recall the "trophy wife" comment to Aaron. (I'm ashamed, Aaron.) But loved JG's description of you squirming on the couch.
Emily, Emily, Emmmm. A Prom Dress? Could you drop back to planet earth every once in awhile. You're scaring me.
Em, I don't know why you need to buy a prom dress. I remember on one occassion being at your house and you coming across a red-sequined dress from your show choir days. I think that would work just fine.
Sharon, who knows...maybe my parents will buy some land on their trip to Idaho this week and they will be there by Christmas. That's what I'm hoping for anyway. I have no real desire to go to stupid Albuquerque for Christmas...it's always sunny there and Christmas is not supposed to be sunny. Anyways, maybe we will be able to see you then. Oh, and I will apologize to Aaron for you, but I think that he has already forgiven you.
Wait, so you weren't calling ME a doll???? Geez, Sharon. Now I've got a whole new complex.
Jen, I've looked high and low for that red sequined number. I think it might have been basement storaged somewhere near Middle Earth while I was gallavanting around Tokyo. But no worries...I took my mom and William to go ugly prom dress shopping with me and my mom found me the BEST hot pink nastiness with BUILT-IN PEARL NECKLACES and seven different types of sleeves going on in the same masculine power-shoulder that made the 80s so damn fantastic. And William found these awful heels (yes, HEELS) that are black and white in just the right places. Oh, beloved dress. I'm a regular Molly Ringwald in it.
All for under ten bucks, too.
haha okay now the pictures aren't showing up on mine either. weird. i'll fix it tomorrow.
Prom dress? Prom dress? What? Can you be serious? You've lost your mind again? What are you doing? Do I need to come down there?
Em, I hate to be a whiner (well no I actually I don't) but I still can't see the pictures. I am dying to see them!
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