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Friends, Santa Cruz

Chether

Heather sent me this picture the other day and it cracks me up. This is so us. In all our goofiness. We were at the Santa Cruz Art Museum and spent like an hour in front of this wacky mirror. The little things really do amuse us.
 

“Chether”

Cheryl, Life, Rob

50 things

I saw this post by Rockstar Diaries and thought it was the cutest idea. In case you don’t know a lot about us, here are 50 things to catch you up to speed:
  1. She grew up in Michigan, he in Washington state.
  2. We met in high school in Mesa, Arizona.
  3. She stalked him and left mystery notes on his door step.
  4. He asked her to be his girlfriend by holding hands with her.
  5. He said “I love you” first.
  6. We both played high school basketball and track.
  7. He was voted best dressed in high school.
  8. She drove him around for a year until he got his license.
  9. He idolizes Michael Jordan; she idolizes Reba.
  10. She went to Arizona State University & worked at the bookstore.
  11. He found her her first apartment.
  12. He surprised her with Lucy on Christmas.
  13. She loves scary movies but closes her eyes the whole time.
  14. He introduced her to crab, mushrooms, tomatoes and mustard.
  15. She introduced him to techno music, pasta nights and Einstein’s Bagels.
  16. Our favorite date night is dinner on the couch & Friends on DVD.
  17. This song reminds her of him. This one reminds him of her.
  18. He proposed on Coronado Island at sunset and she said yes.
  19. We postponed and got engaged again with friends at a lake house.
  20. We got married in Phoenix in March 2008 and mini-mooned to San Fran.
  21. She was giddy at the altar and couldn’t wait for the kiss part.
  22. Every day life is what we love most about being together.
  23. She always forgets to put deodorant on.
  24. He pursues acting in his free time.
  25. He once broke his sister’s arm throwing her around for fun.
  26. We went to Italy & Greece for our 10-year anniversary.
  27. She walks in her sleep and he talks in his sleep.
  28. She doesn’t like to cry in front of people, but always cries at the meadow scene in Pride & Prejudice.
  29. Her favorite book series is a tie between The Hunger Games & Harry Potter.
  30. He auditioned for American Idol.
  31. We started a pet-sitting business in 2010 and Gus was one of our first clients.
  32. He has a pretty good model pose.
  33. She loves to dance, and so does he. He often has dance-offs with random people.
  34. She likes to overeat, especially if pasta is involved.
  35. He eats everything except for cottage cheese.
  36. We fight. But, we can’t stay mad at each other for long.
  37. He used to have a bowl cut as a little boy, and she looked liked a little boy when she was a little girl.
  38. She likes a clean car on Mondays.
  39. She bought him Tacoma and it’s so his dog.
  40. He loves failed blogs and videos.
  41. Her favorite movie: Pride & Prejudice; his favorite movie: Oceans 11,12 & 13
  42. Our friends mean the world to us.
  43. He has lost 7 wedding rings.
  44. We love to eat in the car.
  45. Laughter is his purpose in life.
  46. If she wasn’t in marketing, she’d be studying volcanoes {maybe}. If he wasn’t in sales/education, he’d be an NBA player.
  47. He loves attention but HATES crowds.
  48. Our families rock.
  49. He once waited in line at a Stephenie Meyer book signing for her.
  50. We are best friends.

For me, one of the best moments with Rob was the week we moved in together after our wedding {above is right before he carried me through the front door}. We came home from our mini-moon, opened all of our wedding gifts, ate wedding cake… and from that moment on it was us. Every day, every night. It’s all I ever wanted.

To be continued…

Family, Felton, Heather by Hand, Santa Cruz

JAM-becue fun

Sister was in town last weekend and the timing was perfect in that she could join us for Heather‘s neighbors’ {and landlords} annual “Jam-becue”! Food, live music and lots of Felton folk.

Things got real crazy when we started playing corn hole. Just look at Heather’s face. {sorry Heather, had to post these!}

Sister won every single game and was pretty proud of herself after:

And in case you’ve never seen a banana slug, well, here you go.
This little slime thing lives in the redwoods and is also the mascot of University of California Santa Cruz.Viscous isn’t it?
Lucy

Lucy goose

I’m just going to say it. Lucy is our trouble child. I actually have dreams of her being possessed by the devil, sitting on our bed in an array of underwear and socks, panting with a crazed look on her face and teeth drawn {scary, right?}. If it’s not her broken tail, bad hips or sensitive stomach, it’s her neurotic tendencies {like eating poop, dirt or sand, dragging her butt on the neighbor’s sidewalk, scratching at walls and puking on carpet}. I’ve seen this little cloud of love eat a box of chocolate truffles with no side effects. I’ve seen her survive a minor pit-bull attack {at the expense of my ribs mind you}. She looks depressed half the time and mildly content the other half.  Her growl mixed with a whimper and butt scooch means she’s being playful. But when she growls and glares at you with red eyes, just leave her alone.  She hides bones in pillows and will squeak a toy until its death.

If she’s not snoozing, she’s wiping her eyes on your leg or growling at you for food or cuddles. Diets don’t work on her, neither does any type of dog training {my fault}. She is queen bee and refuses to mingle with other dogs since she must be the alpha in all relationships. There are only a few dogs she can stand to be around {Rudy is one of them}. It must be a lhasa-apso thing. Wasn’t I smart to ask for one.

Every week there is something new wrong with this dog, I tell you. This week, she got bit by a spider {or got into some poison oak, who knows} and started scratching her head compulsively. So much that she scratched open her scalp little by little, while we were at work. It bled and got infected overnight. The solution? A cone, a good clean-up of the infected area and oral antibiotics. She hasn’t been very fun this week and our bank account took a hit, yet again.

 

But somehow, all of this keeps us pretty entertained. It’s the easiest thing to laugh about {or cry about, ha}. She keeps us on our toes and there’s just something about this little girl we could never do without. She is still so loveable, even when she’s in a deep depression, staring at walls and hiding in small spaces. All I have to think about is how excited she gets to see us when we get home. When she rolls on her back for a belly rub, my heart melts. I don’t care how much money I’ve dropped on her in the last 6 years {enough for 5 Alaskan cruises I’m sure} or damage she’s done to places we’ve rented. She is my Lucy girl, my Lu Lu bug, my polar bear, my white cloud, my Lucy Goose, my first born.

To me, Lucy is our Marley {but a smaller version with more problems}. Tacoma looks more like Marley but he’s sort of perfect so I can’t compare.