Sunday, March 27, 2011
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
This is Chad
He likes to rock climb
Be funny and crazy
He loves it when I jump in his pictures
He turned 23 yesterday
This is the same man who teased me
The same man who called me goop
The same man who constantly asks, "Is he your boyfriend?" at the mention of any guys name
Even if the guy I'm talking about is actually 20
Happy Birthday Chubby :)
Sunday, March 20, 2011
When I walked into church, my daddy greeted me with open arms. Gave me a big hug, and a kiss, like he hadn't seen me in years.
"Sister Snelson! It's great to see you on time!"
"Well, let me tell you, I got up at 9:20 when my daughter woke me up. I was up late last night because Aubrey was out until 1 for a party."
Everyone glances at me, the rebellious teen.
"So I wake up, and Brian walks in and says, "Honey, I'm leaving now. I hope you'll be able to make it."
Laughs from the audience
"I get in my bathroom, when Brian texts me and says, "Kay Nelson and Diane Magelby (audience members) are here. I've saved a seat for you." I texted back and said, "You're not helpful." It's not very easy being married to a comedian."
"Oh, but we love his jokes!"
"Yes, but you aren't the bud of them."
I come down in pursuit of some chocolate milk. Removing a tall glass from the cabinet, I fill it all the way to the top with milk. Then, I get in the fridge to fill it with gobs of chocolate syrup. When I squeeze the bottle, whoosh. Nothing but air.
My daddy looks up. "What's wrong Aubs?"
"I wanted chocolate milk, but there's none left."
He looks utterly aghast, like he was recently informed he's allergic to cheesecake. "No chocolate? At the Snelson's? Impossible."
He begins riffling through the fridge, determined to help my cause.
"No, really Daddy, it's fine. I'll just... have something else."
"No. My girl wants chocolate, my girl gets chocolate."
After 30 years of marriage, my mom's taught him well.
Friday, March 18, 2011
It all started yesterday
Yesterday, in case you didn't know, was Saint Patrick's day
I woke up, like all days, with a vague idea of what I might put on my body.
Then peering into my closet, I began doing what I do each day, search the top half of the pile of my shirts.
[Boys, this post is indeed about clothes. Forgive me. I promise to post tomorrow or something with an amusing drawing I attempted]
When my eye fell upon that lacy shirt I got from D.I.
"Brilliant!" My mind exclaimed and immediately accessories, shoes, and a hair style popped in my brain.
[I just want to point out how much end of term has fried my brain. I typed "brian" instead of brain the first time, then had to look it up. Perhaps thinking of my father too much?]
I merrily skipped down my stairs (it's possible, believe me) when my father warmly welcomed me with, "Morning Aubs! Happy Saint Patricks Day!"
"Papa, it's not Saint Patrick's Day"
"Check the calendar again dear" said my father with his crooked smile.
I reevaluated my outfit, nope. Not one spec of green.
So I ran up my stairs, too much of a hurry to turn on the lights, and opted to use the natural source streaming through my blinds.
Which were drawn.
I looked up.
It's green, right?
Okay... so what with it?
Ummm... It's cold, right?
Awww... I love this top! It's sooo cute! Why don't I wear it more? I really should. Poor guy, stuffed in the back of my closet, hoping for a bit of sunlight, maybe some air, and a squirt of Fabreeze or two.
You go to school, remember?
Modest is hottest!
Why did I take that class again?
So I get to school.
"Nice skirt. But where's your green?"
I look down, and up at the group of expectant teenage faces.
"This is green, right?"
"Aubs, really? Like, can you see okay? That's blue."
"Nu uh! Doesn't count! You're a boy! And boys are... well they can't tell colors, and some of them are.... COLOR BLIND! That's it. You're probably color blind. HA."
"Hey Aubrey, that's a cute skirt, where'd you get it?"
Finally, someone sensible.
"Figures, haha, that's where you always get your stuff"
"Hey, can I ask you a question? What color is my skirt?"
"No it's aquamarine"
"What? You're ridiculous. It's turquoise"
"But that's a shade of green, right?"
"No, I think it's a shade of blue, mixed with like, a little yellow, I think"
"But, there's green in your tights!"
That was all I heard all day.
Why tell you this story?
Simply because, this is my blog, and I can type whatever I want.
On a happier note, have a fantastic day!
Monday, March 14, 2011
Sunday, March 6, 2011
If Jason came home:
- There would be a trip to the airport. A long car drive. Possibly signs made, welcoming him home. To live with me again. Chanelle and Haley would meet us at the airport. There would be new nick names and stories of crazy co-workers and new friends. And he'd stay before the next adventure.
If Brooke came home:
- There would be a trip to the airport. I probably wouldn't clear my schedule to go. (sorry Bee). There would be a big event happening. Like a wedding, or missionary farewell. Most likely a wedding. There would be borrowed pajama's, stolen shoes, and shopping trips. There would be funny stories and pictures to share before she left to her real home.
If Chad came home:
- He would walk in through the front door, unannounced. Unless it was locked. Then he would ring the doorbell A LOT until someone came to get it because he was too lazy to go through to the garage. There would be stories of a recent date
- He would come for one of three things:
- To get an essay edited
- For food (eating or baking. Sometimes both)
If Chanelle came home:
- She might have something planned to come down. Like a doctor appointment or a haircut. There would be borrowed clothes. There would be some returned, some gifted. There would be hilarious "Chanelle-ism's." There would be clothes that would somehow end up back home with her. There would be funny stories of co-workers and patients. There would be friends to play with. There would be arts and crafts.
[Thanksgiving 2009. The last time all of us were together]
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Today. Less than an hour ago. At a choir competition.
"Hey, hey, the girl with the sparkles in her hair."
I turn around after realizing that there are indeed sparkles in my hair.
Glances at friend as if to say, "Do I really want to do this?"
"Your outfit is HOTT."
"I love her tights."
"I love her hair!"
[I realized there hasn't been a post acknowledging my recent hair change. So, hair, consider yourself acknowledged.]
I love that each time I change my hair, the Bishop at first is shocked and says something like, "Aubs, what happened?" or my favorite, an extremely shocked, "What DID you do?"
Call me a sparkly rebel.
...I just realized how much that made me sound like a vampire....