I don't understand.

Do people lie to me because I like to believe that deep down, people are generally honest and good? Is that just too tempting to pass on taking advantage of?

I take people at their word far more often than I should, apparently.

My heart is breaking all over again. You would think that seven years would deaden things like this.

I never cease to be let down by other people.

My favorite little person

I have a lot on my mind right now, but I don't even know where to start. So I think I'll just skip it and show some pictures of someone who is easily my favorite person under the age of 25.

First day of school this year. The girl has her mommy's crappy posture.

At Watercourse. Best vegan food ever. Seriously. Cheesecake, buffalo seitan strips, biscuits and gravy. Her favorite is the banana bread french toast. (Sometimes I look in the mirror, then look at her, and I can't believe that I actually birthed something this gorgeous.)

At her birthday party. Some of the parents stayed to play, too, and that's always fun.

I made this. In a Halloween theme per Bean. She's borderline obsessed.

And just because I thought it was the most clever thing I'd seen in a while:

When did I get old?

Bean's birthday party was yesterday. I realize that her actual birthday was weeks prior, but it's just easier all around if I schedule her party at least 10 days afterward.

We went to Pump-It-Up for her birthday party because I didn't want to have to clean up after a bunch of kids and because Chuck E. Cheese is lame now. Do you know that they don't even have the band with the mechanical animals anymore? It's all on a video screen. What a rip-off.

Anyway, have you ever been to Pump-It-Up? It might be the most fun place ever. Giant inflatable slides, boxing rings, an obstacle course, a jousting ring. It's great.

So tell me why I was so exhausted after the party that I slept for two hours. (Which led to being wired at 11:00pm, telling my husband, "I'm bored" while he was falling asleep on the couch.) I nearly rolled my ankle racing a seven-year-old through the obstacle course. I got a rug burn type deal, and let's not even get into how I hurt my butt.

After play time, we all went in to do pizza and cake and presents. And, I love my girl's little friends, but I couldn't wait for everyone to leave so that we could just go home. When we got home, Hubs wanted to watch the Broncos lose, Bean wanted to play with her super cool new toys (I love that my daughter asked for science-related stuff for her birthday), and I wanted to curl up and fall asleep in bed. So it was win-win all around, really.

When I get caught up, I'll post pictures of the party. The slides, the presents, and the kick ass vegan ice cream cake (that I made, that's right).

I'm still tired. So tired. When did I get so old? ACK!

I am convinced

I have seen these tired ass decals all over almost every truck belonging to an army guy in this town. (Scroll down if you dare... it's semi-unsafe for work)





















I'm convinced that any man who feels the need to display these on his car probably has never seen a woman like this in his life. And if he has, he has never actually touched her.

Unless he paid for it, of course.