Peanut Butter M&M's

For my birthday Glenn got me a beautiful card and my favorite Peanut Butter M&M’s and mini Reese Peanut Butter Cups. I know, your thinking, that’s lame…but you see, Glenn had bought my birthday gift earlier. He bought me a new wakeboard and it would of done me no good getting it right now, at the end of the summer.

So, where is this going…

Well, by the time Glenn got home from work last night all the Peanut Butter M&M’s were gone. Yes, the whole family size bag gone! I wasn’t going to tell him, but my guilty conscious got the best of me. The worst part, he got mad and couldn’t believe that I had “no self control.”

But that’s right, when it comes to chocolate covered peanut butter….I have no self control!

Step 1: I admit, I have a problem.

That said, my solution is easy…I don’t keep any Reese or M&M products in my house.

Anyways, it’s not that bad, I don’t crave M&M’s. And I’m not totally psychotic, I don’t go running out to the store just to buy M&M’s, and I can stand in line at the supermarket without having to buy a package. But, if they are sitting in a bowl, on my kitchen counter…they are asking to be eaten.

Why does it seem like only girls have these uncontrollable tendencies? Or am I the only one with a problem?

(Now I need to worry about the bag of mini Reese Peanut Butter cups in the back of my freezer)

Happy (30th) Birthday to me...

I remember a decade ago thinking 30 was old...and alas, now I am 30!

"Oh, how time flies!"

I've been worrying about this day for a few months now. To me, it seems like 30 is the new 21....the age of entering into adulthood. You can get away with things in your 20's, but now, it's like we should have it all figured out and there are no excuses.

Nevertheless, I have some incredible memories of the last 10,680 days of my life, and overall, I am proud of where I am today. I also must not forget, that I have an amazing husband, a wonderful family, and a ton of great friends, whom I all love dearly.

Me yesterday, enjoying the last day of my 20's

So, as I move on into my 30's, I'm looking forward to many new and exciting times ahead. I can guarantee that Glenn and I will move again in the next year or two (and who knows how many other times in our lives) and quite possibly start our own little family (don't go getting too excited yet). But honestly, my melancholic views of turning 30 are slowing dissipating, as I realize that time does go fast, life is meant to be celebrated, and you're only as old as you think you are.

Boob-Honking

(Don’t worry…I promise this is a clean blog)

Yesterday, as I strolled the chip aisle of the commissary, wondering if I could actually buy Glenn his favorite Sea Salt and Vinegar Kettle Chips and get them home without opening the bag, it happened. A young (well not that young, do I still consider myself young) happy couple walking side-by-side towards me, her pushing the cart and him ever so nicely putting his arm around her neck, over her shoulder, and dropping his hand over her boob and giving it a big old HONK! Aaggh! My mind is thinking, “No, he did not just do that”….but worse, I must of gasped out loud, because the couple suddenly stopped. The poor girl looked at me with eyes of embarrassment, and he, with his hand still over her boob gave me that look of, “what did I do?”

Anyways, what seemed like a long frozen in time moment was over, and all I could do was rush to the end of the aisle (sorry Glenn, no Kettle Chips). I peaked around the corner to see if the couple was in the next row yet, and thought, instead of risking the chance of running into them again, I would skip the next 8 aisles, go straight to the dairy section, pick up my blueberry yogurt and head for the cash.

So guys, here’s the lowdown on boob honking:

Boobs are great….and go ahead if she wants, give them a grab (a nice, sexual way) or a even a honk if you like, but keep it at home, the drunk nights at the bar, private parties or with close friends…

BUT please do not honk your girl’s boobs at the supermarket!!!



(ouch…am I getting more conservative in my old age???)

Washington DC

This past weekend Glenn and I took the time to head up to Washington DC. Not only did we want to see a few of the memorials and national museums, we made plans for Glenn's brother Ed to meet us there for a visit.

We arrived late Friday night, checked into our room at Fort McNair and set our alarm to wake up early the next morning. Saturday morning we succeeded in waking up early, getting breakfast and taking the Metro down to the National Mall, only to find out the museums don’t open till 10am. Oh well, it was a nice morning to sit on the steps of the National Gallery of Art and watch all the runners go by. (This city is a runners paradise, there were literally hundreds of runners on the streets of the mall….if I only knew, we could of brought our running shoes too)

We had to meet Ed at 11am, so we only had an hour to check out the art gallery. My highlight was hearing Glenn ask the security guard, “is that really a Monet, I mean the real thing and not a fake” and the security guard staring back at Glenn with the expression “who’s Monet?” Anyways, the art gallery is beautiful and there is tons we didn’t see, so it goes on our list of things to go back and see one day.

At 11am we found ourselves running down Madison Ave to meet Ed, Liz and Katie at the Natural History Museum. Few minutes late, but we made it and found them without a problem. The Natural History Museum is awesome for kids (and us adults too) with lots of hands on displays. Glenn seemed oddly fascinated with the bug exhibit, were as I enjoyed the animals (even if they were stuffed) and the 45-carat, deep blue Hope Diamond (they say its over a billion years old). One day I would love to visit the museum with Mama Ott; not only would she love it here, she is a great biologist and wonderful teacher.



Later that afternoon we crossed the Mall to the Air and Space Museum. Glenn and I had been to the museum before, but we both love aviation so much we can visit over and over again. After touring around the displays for a few hours (and by this time our legs were starting to hurt) we sign up to see the 3D Imax “Walking on the Moon.”



After the movie we were ready for dinner. Ed, Liz and Katie said they were up for anything so we all jumped on the Metro and headed for an Indian restaurant we found in our tour book. You always take a bit of a chance trying a totally random spot, but dinner was excellent. Glenn and I love Indian food and I think Ed, Liz and Katie were impressed too.

We had a great day but we had to say goodbye at the Metro station. Ed and Liz had to go pick up their two younger boys who were spending the day with her family, and head back to Philadelphia.

Sunday morning we woke up to the most beautiful day. We quickly packed up and headed back down to the Mall, this time to see the memorials. Last time we were in DC it was snowing and not as pleasant walking around the park. So we took our time and checked out the WWII, Korean War, Vietnam, Washington, and Lincoln memorials.




Well that was it….we headed back down the highway and was home by dinner. It was short, but a great trip and it was wonderful seeing Ed, Liz and Katie. Next time we get together should be Thanksgiving at our house…and Sam and Jacob will be here too.

Am I officially part of the bloggosphere now?

Well, I don't know where to start, but I guess I will first thank Andrea. I’ve been thinking about writing a blog for a while now, but it wasn’t till I read her exciting adventures (Dawson City and the emergency landing was the best) that I thought this is something I need to do.

I'm not sure why I’ve been dragging my heels doing this, the web is nothing new and the bloggosphere has been exploding for years. I’ve had my own website for a while now, except I only ever used it to sell things (most recently Buddy’s boat, which I hope the sale went through because I erased it this weekend). I’ve had great intentions, and I still do, that one day it will be a site for Glenn's family, filled with pictures and updates of the whole Ott gang. I also have a myspace page. It's fun, and Glenn and I have found some old friends using it...but it just doesn’t feel like the right place to write a journal.

Nevertheless, here I am getting ready to turn 30 and thought it was a great time to start something new. (I know, I've probably said something like this before, but really this time is different) Anyways, most of you that know me well can commonly consent that I am terrible at sending emails and keeping in contact...so instead of waiting for me, please add me to your list of favorites and enjoy this blog of “my life and it’s random findings."

ps ~ To my Mum and all my friends who are teachers & linguists, please ignore spelling and grammar, its never been my strong point (and Jill 'my editor' is still back in Alaska)

…...oh ya, and comment are always appreciated!!!