Randoms and picture vomit

1. Look at how smart Eli is. He LOVES to read. Seriously, it is scary how brilliant he is. He just read Isaiah, after he finished reading this Animal Kisses book. And look at the way he is trying to pull that book away from his cousin Lucy. Is is because he is a snotty, possessive brat? No. He just has an extreme and compulsive hunger to learn. I took a lesson from my scarily smart son and read a lot in Hawaii. It was so nice to just sit. Sit there and read and not feel guilty. I read Life of Pi (highly reccomend it) Thorn in my Heart (pretty good for romance fiction) and the worst book ever: The Memory Keeper's daughter. If you want to read about how people miraculously avoid disastrous consequences to horrible choices, ruin their own lives, the lives of people they love, and a pattern for how to create lackluster boring and worthlessly crappy marriages, then read this book. Oh, and it spends like 49000 pages talking about useless, mundane tasks that are somehow supposed to be deeply influential and mesmerizing because the author metaphorized it into something spiritual. Seriously, it took the guy four pages to walk to his old house. It was all filler. All of these immature people in the world who have such adolescent decision making skills...yes, I know this book was fiction but I am still mad at it.


2. I hate saying goodbye. For anything. I know that is a stupid cliche remark, but I hate it so much I would rather just leave than do the ceremonious thing. I think part of it is because I don't know when I will see my family and friends in Utah anymore. No, actually I have always hated it, but that is part of it. Like today, I went to the fabric store with some friends and just left without telling them all goodbye. Why? I don't know. I am lazy and I figure we'll see each other again at some point. I hated saying goodbye to everyone when we left Utah, and Hawaii and Las Vegas. I'm no good at it. I am way better at writing "I miss you" and "Thank you" cards. So if you felt the cold shoulder when I left, it's nothing personal. I just hate doing it.

3.Hawaii was so fun. We sat and sat and surfed

and ate all kinds of my father in law's famous meats and sat some more and snorkeled and took in all of the island living niceties. I think we are going to look for a dental practice in Hawaii, retire at age 50 and surf everyday. I want to get really good at surfing. We took lessons one day and it was SO fun. And so freaking hard. But I collided with a native surfer the next day while body boarding. It hurt real bad. I need to learn better surfing etiquette apparently. My leg still hurts but it was worth it. The waves were unreal. I have never seen anything so naturally out of control. Yeah, that's a surfer in there...it's me, actually... We went and watched an insane competition. This does this guy, who probably died, no justice.
4. Adam and I couldn't be more opposite in our picture taking propensities. I love taking pictures of people with pristine and compelling backgrounds; he thinks people ruin the picture, that it should ONLY be background. That's why I don't have any pics of my favorite things we did over the past three weeks, namely snowboarding, surfing and hot tubbing-I'm too impatient to do it, and Adam doesn't care to so we don't do it. So he takes 150 pictures of the sunset and makes ugly faces and protests like a four year old when I suggest we take a picture together or of anyone else. So forget it. Except E. He likes shooting E...with the camera. But not much of us. The ones I have came at a costly price so I don't have very many. Oh well. I don't think people want to see all of the pics of the sunset. They are cool, but you know. Let's be honest. Most of you scroll down just to see the pictures of Eli and how fat I might look in my swimsuit. Fat. Anyway, sorry to disappoint.