B-O-R-I-N-G

My life is boring. I've wanted to blog for a few days now but I have nothing to say. Don't get me wrong, I like boring. I crave schedules, normalcy. I enjoy predictability. I love knowing what I'm doing next Tuesday. I realize that's strange, and I have worked on being more spontaneous. However, in my defense, spontanaeity isn't something one can always create when one has small children. Especially when those small children are both (finally) sleeping 12+ hours at night. I'm terrified of that changing, therefore I revel in my boring schedule.

Besides, it's not like never get to do anything. You can't just sail to the Dry Tortugas every day.

You can't just have a fresh grouper, caught by Ryan and Ace, for dinner every night.

And you cannot just hang out with Belly Dance Superstars in Costa Rica everyday.

And you cannot just meet people on the internet who become your closet friends (and travel halfway across the country to visit you) every day.

And you certainly cannot wear funny hats every day . . .

. . . or hang out with Winnie the Pooh!

And you don't get to chill backstage with an American Idol Finalist (Vonzell, center) every day.

And you definitely do not get to have a giant water slide in your yard for a week that often.

But I do get to look at these beautiful faces . . .

. . . every single day. And on any given day my boys and I might play golf, swim in the pool, or go out on the boat.

I just love hanging with my boys. Yes, my life is b-o-r-i-n-g!