I’m fond of my new family doctor. He’s hip and nice and plays tennis and wears cool shoes. I’m not so fond of my old doctor. She wasn’t warm and fuzzy enough. I like warm and fuzzy. And I like hip. And nice. And cool shoes.

I’m fond of Addison finally giving up her afternoon nap. For the first time in five years I’m not rushing home in the afternoons to get the baby down. I feel free as a bird!!! NOT fond of the meltdowns that inevitably start around 4 o’clock.

I’m fond of the scales at the gym. They’re like big, fun toys. I like to move the black thing back and forth trying to get it to balance. I’m not fond of the way my i pod always seems to add at least seven pounds when I weigh myself. (It’s a mini, not a shuffle)

I’m fond of visiting my hometown of Santa Clara, Utah. I love the crisp, dry air first thing in the morning, running into people I know everywhere, good straight hair days, and the small town feel of the place. I’m not so fond of the excruciating heat that follows the crisp morning air, running into people I know everywhere (make-up is an all time must), and the drivers. Lots of slow drivers. Lots of big 4-wheel drive trucks.

I’m very fond of Australian accents. I think Australian accents are the coolest. I’m not so fond of Kenny’s sad attempts to imitate an Australian accent. Every accent Kenny imitates comes out Jamaican. If he’s trying to sound English – Jamaican. If he’s trying to sound Indian – Jamaican. If he’s trying to sound Chinese – nope – Jamaican again. It’s hilarious.

I’m fond of fruit. I love to eat it and to use it to decorate. Not so fond of the stickers. The stickers on fruit bug me. When I get home from the grocery store I immediately peel all of the stickers off of my fruit. It just looks cleaner. And stickers on fruit just bugs me. Did I mention that already?

I’m fond of beach days. I love to visit with friends while my girls splash in the waves and play in the sand. Not so fond of the way we seem to always bring the beach home with us. Sand in the car, sand all over the house, sand filling up the bathtub, sand filling my washer and dryer…

I’m fond of the spry, little bunny living by my roses in our front yard. He’s awfully cute and the girls love to see him when he peeks out to say hi. Not so fond of the way he is nibbling away at my grass.

I’m fond of my weekends…not so fond of how quickly they’re over.

I’m fond of organizing things. Not so fond of the way my mom takes advantage of this every time I come to visit her.

I’m fond of my new Tarte shimmer from Sephora. It gives my legs just the right bronze shimmer for summer. I’m not so fond of the smell of the stuff. Too coconutty. I read somewhere that Carrie Underwood loves using it so I’m thinking maybe if I wear it enough, my legs will start to resemble hers. Or come dangerously close to looking like Edward Cullen’s chest in the sun.

I’m fond of blogging about complete randomness… it gets all of my thoughts out of my head. Not fond of the fact that while this post could go on forever, I’m yawning and it is time for me to go to bed. Good night!