i bet you can tell I just drank my crystal light “energy”  hey! no judging… its not like its a hot drink!

so Chad and I have been married for 8+ years.  Out of those 8 years we’ve been pretty much a 1 car family. 

 its been the bane of my existance.   I have been the prisoner of my own home for 8 years.  Seriously anytime I needed to use the car I’ve had to drive chad to work… drive home… get ready… run to the supermarket to get milk and tortillas… run home to take a nap because I’m so tired from getting up at 6am to get Chad to work on time… wake up… get in the car drive 30 min to go get chad… drive home.  I hate it so much I rarely take chad to work.  So that means I’m stuck at home and then I get so depressed that I can’t do anything but clean or watch Judge Judy, Judge Alex, and Judge Whopner that when Chad got home all he’d find was a sloppy mess of a woman in pj’s and uncombed hair.  He loves being married. 

But there has been a couple of months here and there in the past 8 years when we’ve had 2 cars and its was so Freaking Awesome.  I didn’t have to wake up at the crack of dawn to have the use of a car.  Getting more sleep I was a more happier person.  Being a more happier person I always cooked a good hot meal and made sure I looked pretty.  Also instead of watching Judge Judy I read and write.  Then when Chad got home he was greeted with a kiss and a home baked peach pie.   oh and the kids… the kids!  they were all like “DADDY DADDY WE LOVE YOU!”  and thats all because  when Dallen got home from school I was able to drive the two of them to Sonic for happy hour so that we could all get our mid afternoon cocktail of slushes and RT44 diet coke and go then to the park.   

Life is good in the Kendrick home with two cars.  Life is good.

So I’m proud to say that we are now officially a FOR REAL 2 car family as of saturday.  Yes my friends we did it.  We are the proud owners of a 2005 Kia Optima with a Classy Cherry Red Exterior and a Blue Cloth Interior that looks like a pimp mobile.  It has a CD player and also power lock doors.  Also its a 5 speed so I don’t get to drive it… bummer. 

And today I was able to sleep in until 7am.  And I’m going to Sonic…. and maybe…. wait for it… wait for it…. the library!

makes you work harder because

the mattress isn’t a stable surface

So this morning when I woke up on my stomach

I thought

I’m already in almost push up form

might as well give it a go

and so I put my palms down

and pushed up

the mattress was very unstable

and it made it very hard

I didn’t even make it all the way up

so on the way down

I flopped into my pillow and went back

to sleep.

the end. 

Its my way of apologizing for the summer of no blogging and being pretty much a lame butt.

Mark Wahlberg  : ” I don’t like you.  If I were a lion and you were a tuna, I’d swim out into the ocean and EAT YOU!”

Will Ferrell:  “A lion, really? Lions don’t like to swim! If you put it near a river, or some kind of fresh water source, that make sense. But the ocean? Swimming in 20 foot waves — I’m assuming its off the coast of South Africa — to attack a 800-pound tuna with 20 or so of my friends with me? You’ll lose that battle, my friend. You’ll lose that battle 9 out of 10 times. [pauses] Did that turn out how you hoped? Nope.”

I have turned into the worlds biggest cry baby.  But over really dumb stuff.  Not over important stuff like hugging my family goodbye knowing it will probably be a year before I see them again. Stuff like :

• At Kennecott (Copper mine in utah) I started crying seeing a framed certificate from the 2002 Olympics thanking Kennecott for donating Bronze, Silver, and Gold for the medals. 
• Also at Kennecott I had to wipe away tears when they showed a man planting a seed in old mining dirt. 
• At the airport I started tearing up when a man moved his suitcase out of the way so that Kate could walk by.
• Oh and today I started crying seeing a picture of my friend on facebook who I babysit for.
• When I used my Magic Bullet today I started crying because it reminded me of a funny story my friend Sheryl told me.  I mean usually when I remember a funny story I laugh so something must be up.
• What really made me realize I’m a weirdo is when I started crying when I watched a Abs Circle Pro and the lady pointed at the camera right at me!! and said “You can do it” and I was like “BAWL!  I CAN DO IT!”

I’m going to get started on my Emmalee story again.  Ha ha to the thought before I left that I could totally keep working on it while I was gone…

love you! miss you! love you love you love you!!!!!

CRY!!!

Well while I was watching it… laughing, smiling, and crying I just missed Chad so much that it hurt.  Yes its been 5 weeks since I’ve seen him and I tell you what I will never go that long with out seeing him again.  Its funny how when you put a little distance between the people who you really love it just makes you want to work that much harder to keep them with you always. 

At the very end of the movie it was very touching and of course I started crying.  Even though Chad wasn’t sitting next to me I instinctively checked to my left as if to catch him crying.  I guess I shouldn’t say crying :) but I know that if he was there with me his eyes would be teary just like mine and we’d probably smile at each other and he’d put his arms around me and we’d both sniffle a little.  Chad’s a good guy.  He always has been and always will be.  I knew from the first time I met him that he loved me.  Way back in 2000 when I was just some 18 year old girl who walked to UVSC every day, took a bus to SLC to babysit, so loud and goofy that I scared most of the boys away. 

A really great quality about Chad is that he never ever makes anyone feel dumb or put down.  On our “first date”  I got really nervous.  We had gone night fishing with our roommates/friends and Chad and I were sitting on this bank and he threw a line out with one of those floater balls… you know half red/half white.  Well being my nervous self I yell out “POKEMON I CHOOSE YOU”  and it was so quiet which made my yell seem that much louder and I looked over at Chad and he just started laughing.  And it was the first time that I had been around a guy I was interested in that I felt safe.  I could be me. 

Chad is my cheerleader.  When I’m having a bad day I turn to him.  This past year has been really rough on me emotionally.  I have dealt with some hard things with some friendships that have caused some heart ache.  I would be laying in bed all curled up and crying and Chad would just hug me and tell me it would be okay and listen to all I had to say.  I asked him one night “Why is this so hard?”  and he said “Because you are growing up.” 

When I’m being a goof ball and lip singing in the mirror or dancing around like I’m in a rap video Chad just stands back and lets me be me.  I try to get him to join in but its true white boys can’t dance.  One time I put some ear phones in and was recording myself sing Jewel music just thinking I sounded so good.  For about 3 hrs one night I sang one song over and over and over.  When I was done I started listening to it.  I SOUNDED AWFUL!  I was literally cringing and so embarrassed because Chad was in the next room the whole time.  I went in and said “Honey Oh my gosh! Why didn’t you stop me!  I sounded awful!”  He just grabbed me around my waist and smiled and said “I thought it sounded great!”  and even if he didn’t totally mean it… that didn’t matter… because he made me feel loved.  And thats what matters.   

This past week I met with some writers here in Utah.  It was really fun and inspired me to keep going.  As soon as I left the restaurant I called Chad.  “Honey I think I can do it.  I really think I can.”  “Okay what do I need to do?  Do you want me to go build a new computer for you to write on??” (My laptop is a real dinosaur) I love that I can share my dreams with Chad, and that he never wants to destroy them even in the slightest degree.   

Well now I’ve gone all sappy on you.  But I guess its because I really miss my husband.  As much as I love being home its not as fun when he’s not with me. 

had a little time to write… its still in there :) got a little out but now I have run out of time.
Loving this song though. It helped me write what emmalee was going through on trying to return home.

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I got my package from Michelle last week but my lame A camera phone just barely sent me the pics after 4 or 5 days of floating around in space.  I wonder if while they were out there they got zapped to some other persons phone as they bee bopped around.  Like some guy in Iran just got a picture message and he was like “oooh what is this Michellescookies.jpg pic message i just received???”   Sorry guy in Iran :)   

See there that’s Michelle!  Hi MICHELLE! can you believe we get to see each other next week!  Okay so Michelle might be wondering why I have a picture of her family on my computer but when I had michelle’s name the first dream package swap I went through her whole blog saving pictures to my computer to use for a gift idea.  But now I don’t remember what the idea was… :)  But I do have like 300 pictures of her and her family saved in my computer!

So Michelle made me the cutest bag and the best thing is that I’m obsessed with big bags that I can drop things into.  I’m not a bag with pockets type of girl.  Also see that necklace that I’m wearing (I wish there was a better picture of it but that pic never made its way to my email although I sent it about 20 x.)  She made that for me to and I love it.  I never wear necklaces because I only own one and its in a tangled heap in my makeup drawer covered in toothpaste.  Also the thing that made me literally burst into tears and laughter is the tin of Smart Cookies that she sent.  I love my michelle.  I love my dream team.  They truly make my life so happy!