I am not bitter...

What's this you ask? Well I (Scott) thought it would be fun to teach Cat a new card game so that she could have fun playing and not just be stuck keeping score. Obviously I kept score (see the above scribbles that resemble numbers). So it was a lot of fun right? Yeah until the end when...

This was the final score. So don't let her tell you that she isn't good at games (see previous post). I think she actually enjoyed herself while finding a way to beat everyone else. Beginner's luck.

p.s. sorry Malorie. I thought about not including your score but decided everyone needed the whole story.

games

it's a new thing to me. either you're from one of those game families or your not. i'm not. we did weird things, like:

1. put on concerts for our parents. our favorite part was when dad would say "INTRODUCING... SARAH AUGHTMAN". then sarah would come in and do a cheer. probably "who rocks the house" if my memory serves me correctly. "go jets! we're number 1!"

OR

2. we would guess which bird noise dad was making... only to find a screeching crow at the end of the line up.  i guess the game phase of mine and sister's lives were spent growing up in beauregaurd. so give a break. 

it just all depends on where you're coming from.

some like board games

some like cards

  others just prefer keeping score.

[let's just all agree that malorie winning was the best thing that could happen for mary and zach's relationship.]

well worth the wait.

friday nights we watch people come down from their rooms onto the courts. and what was once a seemingly blurry picture of the days [here in hong kong] is now being brought to life, with colorful conversations.

we've been waiting for these days.

dear scott,

when your precious locks are getting to the point where they bounce when playing soccer, it may be time for a hair cut.

garbage disposal.

we don't have one right? right. not a big deal. lots of people don't.

i've never not had one. so i'm a newbie at putting that funny little strainer over the drain. the concept is okay. the reality is gross to me. so there i stand in the kitchen, feeling the fumes coming out of my ears because i really don't like doing it. isn't that weird? it's just food that is wet. but it's food THAT IS WET. you know what i mean?

food + wet = soggy

[it's a word i can't stand saying, like i bend my knees and do a weird shrug of my shoulders type thing].

i have a choice here. i can be a snob about it and have a fuming pity party

OR

i can use it to humble myself.

oh the bittersweet moments.

our september so far.

these are just a few here and there's to recap what's been going on this half of september in our lives.

if at times your eyes feel like they need some of these:

[thanks for the illustration, malorie]

...just click the picture up top and it will get bigger to see the words.

here's proof

that we couldn't be more excited about where we are.

[breanna age 8. "long-long" age 1 1/2.]

this is a letter that we received from next door. they are cuddly little people we hope to introduce [a picture of them] to you soon.