lunch break

...i am just so proud of her

...Meet Molly (on the left side of the picture)...

Molly was one of my first friends I made ten summers ago during my first week in college. We played basketball together. She was an engineer and I was a writer (so she tutored me on fundamental math homework and I edited her English papers).

Fast forward four years, and Molly and I had lived either with each other or doors away from each other for our entire college career (including those months in London where I kept referring to the Eiffel Tower as the Empire State Building). We were now sorority sisters (Pi Phi). I was getting married and moving to ooooooo-klahoma. Mollster was my maid of honor. I got married young. Really young. Most of my friends were used to planning prom and sorority after parties, not weddings. But Mollster rose to the occasion - accompanying me to dress fittings, tastings, anything.

We've kept in touch, lost touch, got back in touch in the last seven years. Nothing really changes though. She'll always be my Mollster.

So...my point. Molly graduated from college and got a great job with a great company. A dream job, by any standards. But she wanted more. She comes from a patriotic family, but I'm not sure anyone expected the day she told us she wanted to become a Marine.

...And become a Marine she did. Not just that - she became a Marine helicopter pilot. She met Jeff, her now fiance (and just an all-around wonderful person), who she'll marry next May, and now the two of them are in Iraq. Separate squadrons, but they have seen each other a handful of times since arriving there this spring.

So, you can understand why when this picture arrived in my inbox today, I got a little teary. That's my Mollster. Molly Marine, with her Jeff. I am just so proud of her.

...empire state building

When I lived in London, we started planning a long-weekend trip to Paris almost immediately. And I had this really, really annoying mental block. I kept calling the Eiffel Tower the Empire State Building. Don't ask me why. I'm not from New York. The two structures look nothing alike. The only thing they share is the "E."

Well, for the past week I've been telling people we're going to Scotland in September.

We're not going to Scotland.

We're going to Ireland.

I think Diana Gabaldon is getting to me.

So today, I go to get my passport picture (please explain to me why I paid $15 for this?) The lady is being nice and asks where we are traveling. "Scotland," I say, without a second thought.

Ugh.

PS - I have a full left eyebrow. I'm not really sure where it went in this picture though. Or about the unnatural twinkle in my left eye.

...fun with friends

So, we have a little visitor today. She is pretty fierce. Her name is Camden.

Witness how intimidated Charmer is (double-click to start, click once to stop):

And this one we call, "Are you my mother?"

Hope you are having as entertaining of a aweekend as we are.

...a few snapshots

...Forget scrapbook supplies, I need more garden supplies!

A few more photos can be found here. Sorry if I butchered the names. I'm a novice.

Hope you had a great start to your week. We did with a phone call last night! More to come...

…nostalgic

Last weekend, the senior class at my work graduated. Ten years almost to the day that I graduated from high school. I spent some time with the boys during the days and weeks leading up to graduation and hearing their conversations, sarcastic remarks, and witnessing their confident behavior brought back a lot of memories:

…I remember cruisin' the pike every night with my girlfriends (a good Delaware reference for you)
…I remember the dozens of friendships made, and the handful that I've held on to
…I remember honestly believing that I was going to stay with my high school sweetheart
…I remember senior skip day (we were so bad) and the subsequent community service punishment
…I remember high school parties tucked away in basements listening to Under the Table and Dreaming
…I remember buying my laptop for freshman year at Lehigh. It weighed about 500 pounds, which was a close second to my 400 pound car phone (kids, it was called a “car phone” back then, and it stayed in the car)

So, in my nostalgic mood, I decided to scrapbook some high school photos. I'm slowly re-doing that album, which primarily consists of titles cut out from Seventeen Magazine. :)

Journaling reads: “I transferred to Friends during the middle of my sophomore year (an awkward time in the life of any teenager). And these girls? They welcomed me without a second thought or motivation. A part of me will always be grateful to them. 1995.”

Copyright Two Peas in a Bucket

...our newest neighbor

...meet Camden!

(The latest addition to Carron and Ben's family). For more pictures, click here.

...see this movie

I have not laughed this hard in...never!

I saw it with my mom (only see it with your mom if you are not uncomfortable with ahem sex scenes), and plan on taking Ken to it on Friday. It was just that good.

...rainy sunday

...Glad I spent all day outside yesterday, because today I am A) Tired and B) This is a good illustration of the weather right now:

I haven't had a rainy sunday in a long time. I remember a few days like this in college - my roommate Sharon and I would look for a movie on TV and lay in bed most of the day. I specifically remember one rainy Sunday that involved Steel Magnolias. I think we both walked out of the room a few hours later looking like we'd been crying for days.

Today, while editing some stuff for work, I'm watching Pay it Forward (totally forgot about the sad ending. yup. cried again) and Erin Brockovich. 

Hope you are having a lazy Sunday wherever you are. XOXO

ETA - Made it through four - Pay it Forward, Erin Brockovich, Mrs. Doubtfire, and My Big Fat Greek Wedding (forgot how hysterical that one was). And now, it's time for bed.