I almost felt bad eating fish with all those live fish swimming around

We recently installed a revolving door in our apartment because Hotel de Awesome has had a steady stream of guest for the last month. This past weekend we had seven people which lead to all sorts of cozy and crowded moments.

Three founding members of my fan club and their father/husband (I have not confirmed that he is indeed a member of my fan club but HOW COULD HE NOT BE?) drove all the way from Rhode Island to visit me. I felt so honored. They posed for the paparazzi during our day trip to a cave. Naturally they’re all looking stellar and doing an excellent job representing the Red Sox.

We spent approximately 78,952 hours in the pool over three days. Jillian and I spent some quality time with Mr. Happy who was making his annual summer appearance.

We gave them to Nashville on Friday. People who get lost in the town they spent the first 21 years of their life in are qualified to give tours in a town they’ve visited exactly 5 times. Of course I’m talking about Christopher here.

We saw this loony person in Centennial Park. I have no idea who she is, where she’s from, or who she’s related to.

I told Anna to look cute for a picture and this is what she did. It’s a pity the cuteness isn’t shining any more brightly. 
Ever since we moved here I’ve been hearing about how great the aquarium in Nashville is. I thought it would be a perfect place to take our visitors and I talked about for days. I love a good aquarium and the more beluga whales and penguins the better. Turns out there isn’t a real aquarium in Nashville. There is a fish themed restaurant called (any guesses?) The Aquarium with a huge fish tank in the center of the dining area. It was a fascinating. Much better than the fish I sometimes visit in the tiny pet section of Walmart. 
There were no penguins in sight, but we did see a scuba diver cleaning the coral while we ate. 
Come back anytime, fan club. Our revolving door will always go around for you.

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everything I never got around to blogging about this week all in one post

It has come to my attention lately that this blog has turned into a by-weekly/somewhat non-existent portion of the interweb. I blame that 1/3 on lack of time, 1/3 on lack of material, and 1/3 on the fact that when I have to choose between blogging and sleeping, sleep usually wins.
I have not been completely without material because this week…
Mr. Aggie came home!! I went to the homecoming and it was right up my patriotic alley. The more men in uniform gathered in one room the better. 
…Mom and the twins came by for a visit! Look how happy Aaron was when I gave my tour of our town (not to be confused with my award-winning Fort Campbell tour). He was BURSTING AT THE SEAMS with joy.
…I love Molly. I love her every week, but look how extra cute she was last night! I plan on keeping her for my very own when her family moves to Korea. Personally I think I’ll be doing Jenn a favor since she’ll only have to wrangle one child during a 15,856 hour flight. 

…I once again decided that I have the world’s best husband. He signed us up for ballroom dance classes for my birthday which, according to my extensive research, only 2% of husbands willingly do.

He did make some comments about my lack of frisbee throwing/catching skilz recently, but I overlooked such statements because I need a dance partner. 
Not to  mention that my frisbee throwing/catching skilz are pretty much NOT THERE.

six short stories and a note about toilet paper

* A few weeks ago I received my Cara Box for the month of April. The directions said to blog about it soon after I got it, but I obviously failed at that rule because it is now the middle of May. I sent to Lindsay and received from Angel. Every time I sent her an email I had to triple-check that I spelled her name properly. I have a terrible habit of writing “angle” when I mean “angel”. The theme was Earth Day and she sent me all this. Jenn and Co. have similar water bottles so now I’m in with the cool kids. 
* Yesterday I lost Hungry, Hungry, Hippos to a two year old. Multiple times. It was a humbling experience, but I managed to redeem myself four times.
* I’ve seen a few dolla bills in my day, but it never occurred to me to do this:
* Aidan and his best friend the chicken watching the bathroom redecorating show. I offered to turn on a more child appropriate show, but he (Aidan, not the chicken) was really into new ways of tiling a shower. 
* “She’s taking pictures of me again. Doesn’t this woman have anything else to do with her life?”
* Our truck died so Christopher spent a portion of the day trying to jumpstart it. He called me over to help look for the engine block which, given my limited car knowledge, was a bit risky. He doesn’t seem to be that much more gifted in the car knowledge area because when I asked him what the engine block looks like, he said “I’m not sure.”
Needless to say, we never did get the truck working.
*The people of Venezuela are experiencing a toilet paper shortage. I’m very sympathetic to their plight, but it strikes me as SO FUNNY. 

weekend at the symphony

You may recall (because I’m sure you all keep notes on the ins and outs of my highly exciting life) that in March we mistakenly missed a concert I bought tickets for in December. I was so upset over the whole affair that I almost lost the will to live. Almost but not quite. As long as there is cheddar cheese there is the will to live. A very sweet lady named Nancy who works for the Nashville Symphony happened to read the melodramatic post and offered to give us free tickets to a concert of our choice to make up for missed concert. I thought it was spam comment at first but Jenn was all CLAIM YOUR FREE PRIZE! and I’m so glad I did.
Saturday night we went to Elijah and it was so beautiful. We had excellent seats-eight rows from the front! I took these pictures before the announcement about no photography! whatsoever! allowed in the auditorium.  Nancy will never again invite us to another concert. 
Monday night we were back at the auditorium for a Lyle Lovett concert. Seldom (read: never) in my life have I been so serenaded in such a short amount of time. I got Christopher the L.L. tickets to make up for the missed concert before Nancy contacted me, so we basically got two replacement concerts. Not that I’m complaining. 

I was FASCINATED to learn the Lyle and Julia Roberts were married. Was I the only one who didn’t know that? When I googled for confirmation (Christopher is not always up on the who’s who of celebrity weddings) I found an article titled “Lovett First Sight”. I do enjoy a good play on words.

Between Josh Turner and the two concerts this week, it’s shaping up to be a very musical year. Maybe Brad Paisley’s people will be the next to offer me a ticket…

Linking up with Sami’s Shenanigans.

for all he went through, Jonah’s hair looks pretty good

Sometimes I think I should sit down and blog…and thinking is as far as I get. 
Lack of blogging these days can be blamed on the fact that I spend almost every day at the preschool and remembering that Dylan was put in time out 7 times by 8:45 or that I was whacked in the back with a plastic bat is not really a priority in my life. I often leave the school feeling like the Jonah I found in a children’s Bible. 
I spend most of the time when I’m not at the school babysitting my favorite little people. Molly has learned how to wave and does so 1,558 times an hour. (Why do I feel like this blog is becoming a documentation of Sam and Molly’s lives?) No need to tell me the awesome quality that is this cellphone photo. 
Mr. Levi McCuteness celebrated his first birthday and personally invited me to the par-tay. Just look how thrilled he was when I took him for a walk while his mom did party preparations. It’s like he could barely contain his excitement.
Last night Christopher had a 24 hour shift at work so I made supper and brought it up to him. We ate in the meeting room and when we were done, I started looking around for something to entertain us. I spotted the copy machine and asked Christopher if he ever photocopied his face. 
I think we’ll hang it in the living room right next to the Monet waterlilies.

For all I know, Celine might not even be her first name

Wednesday brought about an earth-shattering revelation …Toby Kieth’s last name is not Kieth. It’s like everything I thought I knew about country music has gone up in smoke. Is Brad Paisley’s name really Ignatious? 
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My cousin Pickles (who was given the name Nicholas at birth) and his peeps came down to Tennessee for a visit last week. They all stayed at my aunt’s and on Friday I went to her house for the morning. Here I am with Pickles, Alyssa and Kaleigh (not related but I wasn’t about to kick her off the couch for a cousins only picture).
Alyssa is only 17 but she easily looks as old as me. My youthful appearance tends to cause some confusion. Last week I went to visit a new family to babysit and the mom asked if we were a military family. After I answered in the affirmative, she said, “So your dad is the one stationed here?” Um. No. As a matter of fact I am married. Hence the wedding ring on my left hand.
Saturday Christopher volunteered at a festival downtown. I met up with him later and, surprise surprise, got slightly lost among the food booths and rock climbing tower. I called him for help and when he asked where I was, I said, “Over by the Titanic.”

I never knew I wanted to say that phrase until it was out of my mouth. It really was all I could do not start singing like Celine Dion right there next to the funnel cake stand.

I should have entered the talent contest.