Waxing Wordy

Well, I'm glad so many of you visited Neal's blog yesterday. I'm anxiously awaiting his next post, as I'm sure you are, too. He was understandably frustrated at the ratio of hits (197) to comments (17). I said, "welcome to the slightly disappointing world of hit counters." I actually have a really hard time reading someone's blog without leaving a comment every once in a while, but that's just me. I follow the Golden Rule of Blog Commenting (i.e. [and please note the golden text], "Comment on others' blogs just as you would want them to comment on yours," or something like that).

As for me, I have absolutely nothing to post about, unless I decide to very wordily and not very wittily describe the audible cheers and claps from the way back of the car when we pulled into Target at 8:30 this morning to pick up our newly-released copy of this movie. I also picked up this book because I seriously can't click on a blog or talk to a friend without this book eventually coming up in conversation. And, gasp, I haven't even read it yet! (for those of you who have read it and are on book 3, here is a rockin' coupon from BN.)
Or I could get all HTT on you and bring up the fantastically ridiculous idea of "sock sizes" and how one's "sock size" has absolutely nothing to do with one's "shoe size," and how, before we bought our TMNT movie, we had to go to Customer Service and return 3 packages of socks because, for example, although I very carefully obeyed the "size chart" on the back of the Hanes socks package, the socks I bought for my 4-year-old actually fit ME. So lame, but I won't bore you with that (or did I?).
Or, I could challenge you all to a run-on sentence contest because I think I just broke my own record. That sock sentence was 83 words long.

So, I'll get a little more wordy on y'alls and, for lack of better blog material, rely on one of Miss Natalie's monthly series of Real Simple interviews. Are your eyes hurting yet? Oh well, here it goes:

1. What's your best summer memory?
Going on absolutely incredible family vacations. We would take off in June every few years and head to Europe, or Japan, or Australia, or Hawaii, or England, or the East Coast, or one epic RV trip when I was 6. We followed the LDS Church history trail all the way back to Vermont. I also remember going to lots of Angel games, always sitting in aisle 29, spending lots of days in our backyard pool, playing diving board games, drying off in the warm garage or laying on the warm cement, and riding bikes with the neighbor kids. Sometimes we would imagine that strange things were happening on our street and that we had mysteries to solve. Or washed-off rocks to sell. I had a great childhood.

2. Your chosen form of exercise is:
I really prefer not to exercise, even though I always feel better when I do. When I do get the urge and act on it (about once a year), I'll start "speed walking" (on the treadmill in the summer), and I enjoy toning up with free weights. One of these days, I'll try pilates. And one day, when all my kids are in school, I'll hire a personal trainer. So I can look super hot.

3. What was your Mother right about?
Pretty much everything. That seeing the world and the way other people live can change your life, that children are the most precious thing in the world and need to be actively and tenderly loved and cuddled and listened to, that a quiet home is a peace-filled home, that I needed to practice the piano, and that education will make your whole life more fulfilling.

4. If you suddenly came into $1000 in spare cash and had to spend it all on yourself, what would you do with it?
I think I'd use it for airfare to Europe.

5. What's one thing you refuse to eat?
Cauliflower and/or crawfish. As for the crawfish, although I enjoy most Southern and Cajun cuisine (except collard greens, bleh), I just can't bring myself to eat glorified insects. And they're really not all that glorified by the people who love them. People here don't care if they look like bugs, because apparently their brains "taste really good."

6. Describe a party you would throw if the tab were taken care of.
I'd have a big, fun BBQ on a beach house patio, right on the sand, with delicious food catered by Giada DeLaurentiis, fresh lemonade and expensive root beer on tap, a bonfire and s'mores when it got dark, fabulous, funny people to keep the mood light, a good band (maybe Jack Johnson, he's beachy), and all of my family flown in.

7. The big decision I'm currently wrestling with is....
the same one as last month (where to live and work). It's gonna be the biggest one for the next long time.

Tomorrow, I'll just post a picture, promise. :)