Proud Aunties

the stork has been good to my friends. they have the most precious babies and playing with them is one of my faaaaaaaavorites. and for the first time ever, we ALL got to hang out last week when jen, tripp, and kate AND abby and blake were in town. roxie, abby, maddie and i met them at the triangle for pizza at mandola's and then some sprinkler park time. even z and k-rog got to stop by to join the fun. a group shot didn't happen, but please allow me to, in no particular order, introduce you to auntie say and auntie la's tiny tots...

the trippster...

all boy. loves bugs, trucks, & his bff (rob).

sweet baby kate...

lil miss independant. nobody puts baby in a corner.

maddie pie...

the entertainer du jour. loves books, car alarms, & top notch.

blakey girl...

angel! fun fact: lct, sem & blake all use the same lotion.

are you all in love? they are precious, i told you. here are a few more pictures jen took while we were all together in babyland.

maddie & tripp l-o-v-e-d each other.

i think she secretly knows his affinity for camo & knows she doesn't have a choice in the

matter of marrying a hunter someday.

kate attacking/loving on b.

kate clearly knows the ways of the world & it's only right that she passes her wisdom

down to the only ladybug smaller than she is.

couldn't leave this out, now could i?

there's a pretty stong possibility i will end up kidnapping kate someday.

on cue, mp darted off so we could get a good shot of her in her new tennis skirt.

she's very camera shy. hope she grows out of it someday.....

these punkins honestly and truly light up our lives! who would've ever thought two years ago, on tripp's 1st birthday...

...that we would now have three more chickadees to get our kicks from. moreover, who would have EVER thought 15 years ago, while belting out hymns front and center in church choir together, or cheering on the panthers, or pranking any/everyone who would stand still in any/every public place possible... that life would be this great... and kid-friendly :)

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Bienvenidos Summer

if you are to know anything about c & p, you must know of our absolute necessity for pool time. above is one of our faves... could you even ever dream of a more picturesque setting in which to fry and mole-up your skin, only to have them cut out of you at your next dermie full body check?

in honor of summer pool days, i am apparently going to write in blue.

so it's summer in austin, texas and it's hot. is it me or has it gotten way hot way quick? normally i thrive in the heat, but this year is different for some reason. i say this after two things have happened to me in the past week...

1) yesterday i was running at 7pm and i literally had to stop and sit down at the end because i started seeing blue spots in my peripheral. i could understand this happening between the hours of, let's say, noon and 4pm, but it was evening, people! i could also see this happening if i was running an, um, greater distance, but that was not the case either. also,

2) monday i was running and passed a group of men going in the opposite direction and one of them looked at me and simply stated, "you're on the wrong side of the street." to which i yelled back, "i need the shade, but thanks, RUNNING POLICE."

me-ow. did that really happen? i'm normally pretty good at keeping my rude-ish comments on the inside. the only thing to do is blame that error in judgement on the rising mercury, right??? (i'll assume you're all nodding in agreement.) is anyone else having trouble keeping their cool right now???

hmmm, what else. oh, also for your listening pleasure, we have added a PLAYLIST at the bottom of this page! i can't figure out how to get it to automatically start when you come to the blog, but for the meantime, just go down and press play and keep this page up while you browse the web, i-shop, g-chat, etc. we'll of course continue to add to the mix to keep it fresh and playful.

stay hydrated out there, blog friends!

peace, love & thyzeson,

sem

p.s. to clarify, i am not a hardcore runner. those two instances above were the only two times i ran in the past 7-10 days. they were also the two heated low points of my last 7-10 days. that's an interesting observation. do we see a common thread here? k bye.

shut. UP.

well i'm clearly baffled. after hunka-hunka-burnin-love ed wore that smokin' snow bunny outfit, complete with reflective aviators (melting my heart into a mushy mess), and jilly gave him the rose and he said it was perfect, i thought there was no doubt that i was in fact RIGHT about him being the last man standing. i already had my "i told you so" blog post all worked out in my head.

wrong.

he left.

he chose his job over jilly. there is obviously only one silver lining to this mis-calculation on my part. and that is that my gaggle and i are going to chicago in october and we will find him. no need to worry about me getting nervous... when it comes to meeting past bachelors, i have absolutely no problems putting it all out there. and i find they appreciate my openness...

look at 'ol yeremy, of bachelorette deanna fame. could he be more thrilled at my jesture of giving him my final rose? (*note- i have just recently found out that lct had to write a $3 check for the rose in that picture. to reiterate, there are no limits on going after what we want when bachelor/bachelorette cast members are invovled.)

so all that's left to say is ed, wait for me. lct, babs and i do not kid around when it comes to finding reality stars in obscure places. needles in haystacks are no match for our ways.

the other last thing to say is that i am now putting all of my eggs in the reid basket. he's a cutie for sure... or according to roxie, he's "hot." couldn't have said it better myself. he reminds me of a compact chandler bing. cheers to your quirky glasses and witty comebacks... it's all you, reid!

It Was a Good Run

i don't do good-byes. never have, never will. i can't even watch graduations of fictional tv characters and not be deeply moved to actual, real life tears. who knows if it's the oldest child in me or what, but i strongly attach myself to things/people/places/traditions/lifestyles/products/food brands... you name it. and when they aren't there, or if they change for any reason, i find it hard to cope.

you can only imagine my depression over the hills finale last night. lc, you were maybe a tad bit know-it-all-ish, but that is why i loved you. thank you for your braids, your dark nails, your career motivation, the downloaded songs on rhapsody, for introducing me to lo, and most importantly, for putting brody jenner on my tv every monday night. speaking of lo, look at this hottie in ok! magazine. she's a dead ringer for jen aniston in this pic... in the words of my mother: you go, girlfriend.

so there's another sad ending that has happened in my life the past couple of days. i've moved. that's right... my home- in every sense of the word- for over the last FOUR years- is no longer located on West 31st Street. (although i will continue to get my mail there for the next three months, fyi.) actually thinking about not having those zany, freckly scott siblings within arm's reach everyday is not an option at the moment, as i don't have my waterproof mascara on, so instead i will just say this: 100 years from now, when i look back on the times in this house, i will giggle so uncontrollably that my live-in nurse will have to come and give me oxygen.

welcome to my picture montage of some of my favorite nooks and crannies of the compound...

this would be the den where countless hours of dvr'd bachelors, grey's, offices, 30 rocks, 90210 re-runs, gossip girls, OTH's, justin timberlake hbo specials, andy milonakis', monster fish of the congos, entourages, friends re-runs, satc's, etc have been viewed.

and here is what i will miss the most next weekend when i can't find a thing to wear. bab's closet.

the daily de-briefing spot. h would sit on the counter by the window, i would be on the counter by the sink, and the crazy cat lady would be on the counter above the sink (natch). many world problems have been solved on these countertops.

my entrance & reserved parking space. except when joshua yates-y got the crazy idea that he could fit, too. that only happened the one time before i brought the hammer.

my tiny bathroom... complete with...

my tiny tub. she's all yours now, m. take care of her.

"create a space that nurtures, inspires, comforts and supports you." -oprah

this would be lct's favorite stop on the tour she would give guests at dinner parties. according to her, this is the secret place where i kept all my "greek t-shirts"... to be clear, not ALL of them are of college origin.

"sawah? do you think the texas should be 30% bigger?"

m's latest craft project(s) in the garage.

view of m's house from the window by my bed. if i was really lucky,

i'd wake up to him walking back and forth to his truck singing "paper planes."

view of our aggie neighbor's house from my room.

am pretty sure i flashed these people more than once and the dad also caught harper staring at him through this window with binoculars. he looked at her and waved, definitely thinking it was me. she happily waved back.

and finally, these are the glittery, fake fishing lures morgan would strategically

place coming out of my shower drain from time to time. i will not miss this.

thanks, babs, for calling me on my cell phone and telling me you found the perfect place for us to live. thanks for never deleting my recorded oprahs. thanks for leaving me notes on the counter for me to wake up to and laugh at. thanks for letting me end sentences with prepositions. thanks for throwing my perfect birthday bash by making dinner for all of my favorites and then spazmatic-ing all night long. thanks for buying clothes with us both in mind. thanks for always staying up with me to eat a brownie and ice cream when we got back from dancing at tambaleo on friday nights. thanks for making 42 billion christmas and valentine's day sugar cookies every year, even though you don't eat them. thanks for previewing each week's snl's and telling me which skits are the ones to watch. thanks for getting me addicted to the twilight books. thanks for knowing all my moles. thanks for never turning down a gatti's delivery. thanks for letting me knock on your door and come in your room to vent/scream/cry/whine anytime i needed you and for always taking my side and making me see things with a broader/brighter perspective. i walked through that little yellow door as sarah and i am emerging as sawah. thank you. i love you.

Sawah, MO-gan, H

2005 - 2009