I think I am addicted to drama from afar. I kind of look for it, but I don't really like it in my own life. Recently, Rich and another friend have asked me why I always read the comment section on controversial articles. I don't know what I get out it, but I can't help myself. I scroll through facebook...halloween costume (awww), random post about a "friend's" day(ummm...ok...who is this chic again...oh yea she was in the interviewing class when I a 2nd year PA student...why are we still friends), my hippie cousin's existential post on the universe (ummmmm...ok), halloween costume(cute), halloween costume(adorable), my friend liked dove soap (why did she do that?...does she get some kind of discount for liking them), my dad's friend liked one his photos from 2011 (must have been a boring Friday night), controversial article about______ (oh here we go...not even going to read the article let's see what the comments are about....oh man, these folks are CRAZY...and that one dude had a good point....wow that person needs a friend or spouse or somebody else to listen to them...ok that is not even the point of the article-that I didn't read...ohh crap Elliott just pulled the eggs out of the refrigerator...why did I pick up my phone to begin with..oh yea I needed to put a reminder to take the laundry out of the washer)
Anyway, you get the point. I look for the drama. I loved watching Gossip Girl. With that show I could be in high school with the drama and the gossip, but never had to worry that I said something I wasn't supposed to say or shared somebody else's secret. You know that moment after you've said something and realize...uh-oh that was not common knowledge. Yea, that moment is the worst. But as a spectator of fictional characters, it is all the drama none of the guilt. Bachelor/Bachelorette is the perfect combo of fame-seekers, emotional unhinged individuals, fantastic producers and "love." It is a like drama soup and all the ingredients are perfect.
So yea, I like drama a lot. Honestly, I started this post a couple of days ago and I can't remember where I was going with this. I mean it's my blog, I can ramble if I want to.
Ok and speaking of random stories with no point, last night I had the Young Women from church over to my house to watch a movie. I picked out 10 movies. Well, you better believe that one of them was You've Got Mail. One of the first girls to arrive looked through the stack and said, "what's this one? I've never heard of it." I tried to convince her that it was only the greatest movie of all time and she should vote for it. I tried to tell all the girls as they came in that this was my favorite movie and they should pick it. The moment to vote came and I was pretty excited that I might be able to introduce them to this epic work of art. The 17 year-old girl was presenting the options to everyone she started naming off each movie and when she picked up You've Got Mail she said, "some email movie....whatever it's called." AHHHHH!!! Dagger to my heart. Once again folks....solidifying that I am become ancient and irrelevant.
The Safari Zoo...it was a mix of amazement, disgust, terror and excitement....but mostly really messy.
Charlotte didn't want the giraffe to eat out of her hand so she just lined the food up and the giraffe...he figured it out.
Charlotte said she wanted be like tiana and put powdered sugar on their waffles. I left the room and she gave a couple extra doses to Elliott.
Daddy Daughter Date!! So cute. She specifically requested he wear a suit.
Look at the wheels turning in Elliott head...Hmmm It looks like....
Rich went hiking in Yosemite.
Elliott did not want mama eating all his popcorn.
