I heart band

Whenever I see a marching band in a parade I always cry. Always. Even if the band stinks, I love it. It feels like something so wholesome and good and it warms my heart every time. I realize that most of the time they are playing Eye of the Tiger or Louie Louie, but nonetheless it feels so American to me, and I hope that marching bands live on forever. Today Molly saw her first marching band and I am proud to say that she loved it. We even ran down the parade route to see it twice and she still cried for more marching band all the way home. It made me double cry to see her love it too. Yeah for band nerds everywhere!

Reality Star

Sometimes I wish I could go on a reality tv show, not because I actually want to participate in the show, but because I am curious how the producers would portray me. Would I be the villian that everyone hates? Not likely, I tend to be mean only in my head. The girl that stirs up drama by crying all the time? Perhaps, I could see myself getting flustered and weeping openly. My money is on the girl that no one really remembers because they are just kind of there and get voted off early. This train of thought has led me to wonder what reality show I would choose if given the chance. Definitely not Survivor (I could never lie that well) or Amazing Race (Adam and I agreed that if we were ever on this show we would self destruct and end up getting divorced). I think I can safely rule out America's Next Top Model and Bachelor, so I think I would choose the Biggest Loser (minus the weighing in with only a sports bra and spandex biking shorts on.) Working out nonstop, nutrition advice and a makeover? I'll take it!

Life's Mystery

Today I solved one of life's greatest mysteries, I figured out the password to my blog! So no I've not been off watching Gilmore Girls reruns for the past year (ok I have, I think I'll watch them till the day I die) I have merely fallen prey to a terrible memory. So if any of you still care, I'm back!