2010: The Year Of The Shoe

The other night after our wild and crazy night of Rock Band, Dayna crashed at our house. Partly because there was beer but mostly because at 8pm her parents called and said, "If you are coming home you need to come now because we are locking up the doors for the night." Did you catch the part where it was only 8pm? For you west coasters that's when you leave work.

So the next morning I'm putting around (Un-showered and in an apron mind you), washing dishes and doing laundry when Dayna comes to. Then she says,

Dayna: Is this what you do all day?

Me: Um, I homeschool sometimes.

This short conversation shows just how mundane, simple and dare I say boring my life is. I know, those of you who frequent my blog are shocked by this. I know you would have sworn that I lived a glamorous life. That Matt and I hang out with Brad and Angie in the evenings after we put our kids to bed. That it would have to be raining fire and brimstone before I would be caught in anything less then a designer ball gown and four inch heels and that even then I'd probably be in a cocktail dress and the more practical three inch heels. (you know for running)

I've seen many people recapping their year in blogging or facebook updates this week. So here's the deal, I'm too lazy to recap my year in blogging and if  you really wanted to do that you are welcome to dig through my archives. Godspeed. Also I'm not sure I've ever updated my Facebook status. Ever.

I think the easiest best way I could sum up my year is with these four pictures.

I homeschooled, fed and washed these kids. I've also attempted to teach this boy to keep his penis covered up. It's a work in progress. She makes me especially proud with those crazy eyes. Just like her mother.

 I made this kid cry. Mostly for sport but sometimes by accident.

I cooked with action figures. I liked having someone to talk to in the kitchen. However, my boy Kareem there is no longer in one piece and I could use a new action figure to cook with. Matt, I hope you heard that. Valentine's day is coming.

And I did all of that while cyber-stalking one unsuspecting, well-educated, nicely tanned NFL Quarterback.
For some of you this is the year you were introduced to Trent Edwards and I am honored that I introduced you. You're welcome, by the way.

There might be some of you that feel that my year lacked any substance. To you  I say, DID YOU MISS MY MULTIPLE POSTS ABOUT AIMING LOW?

I hope you'll come back in 2010. I hope to explore the concept that the only time sex is referred to as "safe" is when he is wearing a condom. It's not like condomless sex involves juggling daggers or breathing fire. If that's not enough to keep you coming back, I promise that I'll write a detailed post about my colonoscopy in the spring. There might even be pictures...of the shoes, people.