My own Freaky Friday

Mark and I sat chatting last night about which famous people we would like to switch places with if we had a choice. He of course, picked the man who invented Buell Motorcycles (who he got to meet @ SEMA). He argues he was innovative and rich.  My mind, ALWAYS goes straight to Rob Dyrdek. Seriously though, if Harry Potter were real, it would be him but a close muggle-ish second, is Rob.

Who is Rob Dyrdek? This guy has THE best life. He rakes in the money doing things like making a reality show where he buys a show pony for a pet, drives cool cars, and rides bikes into a foam pit. He owns a portion of DC shoes, has stock in Monster, hosts "Ridiculousness" (think America's Funniest Home Videos but for hipsters) and is cool!

His life consists of nothing stressful. He gets boxes of clothes from his sponsors, gets to travel, meets cool people, can skateboard like a boss, and has a business manager that makes all decisions for him. He is funny, gets to pal around with Big Black and goes to work every.single.day. loving what he does.

His middle name is Stanley which isn't so covetous but all in all, his life is pretty exciting.

Who would you pick?

in the army now

I suppose it was only a matter of time before Mc took it upon herself to cut her brother's hair. Having her own hair cut, I AM SURE, perpetuated the inevitable. As I was working, K comes to me saying, "Hair, hair, hair" and I look and see a HUGE scissor shaped, to the scalp, chunk of hair missing. Downstairs to find a calm Mckinley, scissors placed back where they should and no hair to be found. She had carefully removed all evidence. We had 4-5 chunks & it appeared, as her own messy bun hung un-elasticed down the side of her face, that she had tried to cut her own. "At least" she didn't cut her hair (I would have lost it)  and the only buzz cut involved a little boy where it was much more common place. As you can tell, he didn't mind at all. I just miss the faux hawk.

Before you came into my life, I missed you so bad

10 years ago, yesterday, Mark and I got engaged. It was cold in Logan but that didn't stop us from taking the motorcycle up the canyon. I stuffed my hands into Mark's coat pockets and hid my face from the frigid wind as we zipped around those tight corners. Little did I know the ring, sans box, was in his coat pocket, the one with my hand in it,  and had I moved wrong, it could have been lost forever. I said yes. There was no question. One time in my life that I felt certain, without a doubt that I was making the right decision.

There was a time in our lives when the only reason we would wake up on Saturday morning before 10  was because we got hungry or had to go to the bathroom. Now, that has been replaced with the cries of a toddler from his crib and the cold feet of a 4 year old snuggled against your back every morning before the sun even comes up. This morning was different. Mark got up, got the kids ready and took them to his mom's for the day. I just woke up. The house is quiet. I ate a caramel brownie for breakfast. What a difference two hours makes.

Real love. A true companion in all things. My rock. My Zen Master.