He is now in the double digits....

Trent turned 10 on August 13, 2008. That week was a busy week for us. On the 11th, we went up to Seven Peaks. The kids had a blast and I got a pretty nice tan. I honestly love to go to water parks and just people watch. It is unbelieveable how many people squeeze into their swimsuits. All I ask is please wear a swimsuit that actually fits you...PLEASE! I don't want to see all your junk pouring out of the sides. It's just not attractive. Then there was this odd guy who wasn't the most attractive thing on the planet. In fact, he looked like one of those cavemen guys you see on the commercials. His friend was lying on the ground on his belly and he decides he is going to run over there and jump on top of his friend. Sadly, it doesn't stop there. He then decides his friend is in need of some humping action. OMG! Are people really that stupid? Then, later in the day the humper decided he was going to put his girlfriend?...friends?...bikini top on. I guess she brought a spare swimsuit. Trent just stared at them and then said, "He's an idiot." I just thought, yes he is.

On the 13th we celebrated Trent's birthday. We took him bowling during the day. I swear not a minute went by where he didn't ask, "Can I open my presents?" We had pizza and ice cream that night..no cake. The kid doesn't like cake. He is weird. We put candles in his pizza and he seems to like that. For his birthday he got an IPod, Guitar Hero for his DS, lots of money and a slingshot. The day after his birthday, he was out on the back porch with the slingshot firing away. I told Dalan Bart Simpson was on our back porch in his pajamas..bright and early. Right after we ate our pizza, Dalan and I were headed off to play softball. After the game, I was shivering and freezing cold. The next day, I woke up, went to my orthodontist appointment, came home and crashed on the couch. I have been sick ever since. I swear it's some type of flu, but it's not even flu season.

On the 16th, Trent had a football clinic to go to in the morning. That night was Kaela's mini cheer performance. I drug myself off the couch and went and got ready to go. I made it through the game, but when we got home, back on the couch I went. And, on the couch is where I remain. I really wish this sickness would just go away. I honestly feel like I could die from it. It's horrible.