Random thoughts

First, I've got lots of pictures today. I'll save my venting thoughts from the last few weeks for the end. Sage and I went to the zoo for the first time last week w/ Kristina and her kids. I was all excited, thinking Sage would have so much fun and enjoy seeing the animals. Man was I wrong. We got there bright and early, but after breakfast and driving out there it was pretty close to nap time. So, she was sleepy pretty much the whole time. I don't think she ever actually looked at an animal, no matter how hard I tried to get her to. It was nice to be out in the sunshine though. This was her for 99.9% of the trip; totally content in her stroller sucking on her fingers. She's into a couple new things this week. First: belly crawling to get under the kitchen chairs, and then freaking out once she's under there b/c she can't get out.OK, maybe not freaking out so much, but she does look pretty nervous, right?

New thing #2: first chocolate covered pretzel! She LOVED it. I can't get this girl to chew her food for anything, but she somehow made it through a pretzel without gagging. Maybe b/c it was covered in chocolate?

So happy!

This one reminds me of Kenedi's silly grins.New thing #3: Staring at herself in the oven. I guess this isn't totally new, but I'm just getting around to taking a pic of it. She loves to look at herself in the oven, tv, glass...she just talks to herself like crazy. It's hilarious! (please ignore the handprints all over my oven. They're always there, no matter how many times I clean it.)

And finally, new thing #4: Pulling herself up onto things. She loves the couch and likes to hang on to the edges and walk all around it. I've caught her letting go a few times, but she gets scared and grabs ahold real fast. Isn't she the cutest thing?

Now to vent. What is it with old people drivers? I love old people and know I'll be there one day so shouldn't complain, but COME ON. They drive me crazy. I've decided there are two types of "old" drivers. 1-the kind who think they can go wherever they want, even if it's against the law; and 2-the kind who are to scared to drive and cause accidents almost every time they're on the road. The snow birds out here are on my last nerve. Every time someone pulls out in front of me or turns left when their arrow is long gone, it's an old couple. Every time I have to sit behind someone at a stop sign for minutes at a time because they're too afraid to go, it's an old couple. I mean, come on. Get off the road already.

Next venting subject: my boot camp. I REALLY shouldn't complain about this, b/c I love it. Love the people who come, love kicking their trash every day, love making them hate me. But...I have a few campers who are driving me bananas. Two of them are super competitive and like to one-up each other. I'm all about being competitive and everything, but when they start doing the exercises wrong or trying to cheat out of laps to win-I can't handle that. Then when I call them on it-which I always do-they make up the lamest excuses and act like it's the other person's fault. Grow up people. Plus, they cannot stand it when I beat them. Every once in a while I work out with them, just to remind them who's boss (wink wink) and they do not like being beat. It's pathetic. They say things like: "well it's b/c you don't do these workouts every day, so you're fresher than we are." I mean really? And then there's the few who have an ailment every single work out. Seriously, every time. I can't do this one, my back is sore. This one hurts my ankle. My sides hurt so I need to walk this lap. Whatever, no you don't. You're paying me to kick your A so shut up and do it already. Thank heavens for my other campers who work their butts off and sweat like crazy and are always eager for a good thrashing. They make it worth it. I'm pretty sure my hormones are raging nowadays, so that's what I'll be blaming this latest vent fest on. The end. Oh ya, and my whole family minus Amber is going to Colorado this weekend to go skiing and we're not. I'm so jealous.