The day the dance-dance revolution ended.

I had to take Bud to school today.

This is bad on several different levels.
1. My body's natural wake-up time is nine. Not seven-thirty.
2. My life has little structure. There isn't anywhere on a daily basis I have to be to at a certain time. This makes me think time has no relevance.
3. It typically takes me 30 minutes to wake up after my alarm has gone off.

After my alarm went off this morning, and I realized that I DID have somewhere to be on time today, reality hit that I couldn't push the snooze button.
Which made me crack open my little peepers enough to think "uhhhhhhhhhhgh. Mother bitch. It's still dark outsiiiiiddddde." I threw a miniature kicking tantrum in my bed and threw myself out of it.

I tripped into Brayden's room and as I got closer to his bed to wake his precious little sleeping angel head, he jumped and scared me.
Little booger was waiting for me.

We ate our cereal discussing the fruit sudoku on the back of the cereal box and why Harley likes to eat leaves when she just throws them back up.

On the way to school (barely 30 minutes since my awakening) I decided maybe dancing in the car would do me some good, get my blood flowing.
I had let Bud sit in the front seat so he happened to have a good view of this.

After about 20 seconds at a stop light, he says "Ok, you're starting to make me embarrassed now."

Sad thing, is that we weren't even anywhere NEAR his school.

Thanks to the males in my life for letting it be known loud and clear that I'm not allowed to dance anymore. Even a 7-year-old knows this.
Damn.

Poriticary Correct

If you know by brother James at all, you know that he rarely says his 'l's.
I don't know why.
He just thinks it's hilarious. Or maybe hirarious.

He calls our niece Hadlee, 'Hadree'.
He named his bicycle 'Hirrary Crinton'.
He says 'prease and thank you'.

Well, sometimes crap like that rubs off on you.

As we sat in a Chinese restaurant last night, the waitress brought our tab with fortune cookies. There were two cookies in one wrapper.
To this I exclaimed "Hory Shit!"
Probably a bit too loud.
Inappropriate for the setting? Highly.

Manny shakes his head and says "You know, I used to think that maybe you were a racist, but now I know for sure."

"Are you serious?!"

"No, I'm not, I never thought you were, I always knew."

The next 10 minutes were spent trying to convince my boyfriend that I was not a racist. Hello, I AM dating a Mexican.
Wait, was that racist?

Anyway, as we made our way home in the truck, my hip-hop song of the week came on the radio and I proceeded to bust out my version of krumping.

That's when I heard "Cracker ass, don't dance."

HA! Gotcha bitch!

The moral of the story is that I am in fact not a racist. There are however, certain stereotypes that have some truth to them. Asians have a hard time with their 'l's, white girls can not krump, and well, I'm wondering where Manny keeps getting all the stereos I find in the garage....

I think I'm going Japanese

Japanese words I know.

Konnichiwa: Hello. Everyone knows this word, as well as

Kamikaze: "divine wind", suicide airplane pilots.

Murasaki: Purple. I know this word because it's what James named one of our family's cats after he returned from Tokyo.

Sushi: Vinegar rice, usually topped with other ingredients, such as fish. I know this word because it is delicious.

Karaoke: Singing to a song with no vocal track. I know this word because it is both terrifying and necessary. Terrifying because I cannot sing. Necessary because it's how Manuel makes extra money.

Manny was the Karaoke Jockey at a bar in town that closed a couple years ago and he hasn't really used his equipment since then.
With money being tight lately, he started talking to the owner of the B&B who expressed interest in trying it.
Last weekend was our first Karaoke job at B&B.

Look who showed up to the party and had the same outfit idea I did that night :)
Proof we were separated at birth.

Jess, Me, Erica

Sean was really great! Who knew?!

Karaoke Duet


Serenading me: Dance Dance Dance
Oh, but this wasn't the only serenade of the night.....


I was talking to Erica when her eyes got HUGE. I turned around to see this dude leaning on the back of my chair giving his rendition of a certain Bloodhound Gang song.... Holy embarrassing. Never turn your back on karaoke singers, it's dangerous.

We went to McDonald's for Sunday dinner again, but this time when I asked if we were ordering off the dollar menu, Manny said "No, you get whatever you want."
Wahoo! The best part of a karaoke gig? Having a couple bucks to take your sweetheart on a NON dollar menu date to McDonald's :)

Domo Arigato to everyone who came out and made it a great night, we'll be back on Halloween!

You Capture: Still Life

I was at my parent's house this morning and couldn't help but notice some of the great fall leaves that had already made their way to the ground.
I was particularly drawn to this one, and my dad and I went around putting it different places.

Here are some of its travels :)



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DONE!

The sweater is done!
I really thought it was going to take forever, but after 3 months here she is!

I can't even begin to estimate the hours it took- Aaron made a pretty accurate statement when he said "so there's no money in knitting sweaters, huh?" Uh. No. Not unless someone would like to pay $1500 for one!

It actually feels pretty priceless though :)

Thanks, to Laura for persuading me into doing this, answering my dumb technical questions and sitting with me for a good hour deliberating over what buttons to choose.









And thanks Dad for the photo shoot :)

Don't stop till you get enough, ch'mon

Holy shit this last week has been busy!
I'd waited for weeks in anticipation of last weekend.
Two girl's nights in one weekend. giddy UP.

Friday night was at Laura's mom's house- one of my second mothers.
Since I don't have any biological sisters, these girls have taken me in to assure that I have FIVE. They include me in the good times and I don't have to deal with much of the sister drama. WINNER.

We ordered in from Maddox and each brought our own project to work on, mine of course was my sweater.
Jenn was working on gorgeous quilts for her daughters, Kate on some needlepoint, Eileen knitting on a baby sweater, Sar was cutting jeans for a quilt, Hayley switched projects so often I'm not really sure what she was doing, and Laura was doing a pumpkin.
It was a great night being with my adopted sisters and I got the sleeves done on my sweater! Holy balls. It's actually coming right along and I hope to have it finished in a week :)

I've never laughed so hard as I did Friday night, until Saturday night rolled around....

The night started out with dinner at Tona, which is always amazing. It was fun trying to help Rebecca (aka B-DOG) decide on what sushi rolls to order since she'd only had it once before. I still have a hard time deciding. It's all SO GOOD.
After dinner we skipped next door (ok, actually walked like a complete handicap since I had new heels on... :/ ) to Brewskis for a drink or two.

Breanne, Erica, Rebecca, Me

I love this picture of Breezy, what a cutie.

After Brewskis we went back to Erica's for a pajama party. We played the longest Jenga game EVER and laughed the night away.

With enough peer pressure (and booze), Erica eventually did her Raptor impression, which is frighteningly retarded comedy. Don't worry kids, Alicia has a video preserved for posterity.

Some of the pictures taken throughout the night I'd like to put up, but would require consent forms from the parties involved, and that's just too much damn work.

Thanks girls (Erica, Brein, Rebecca, Breanne, Alicia, Jenn, Megan), for a most excellent night!




Sunday night we were straight ballers.
Dollar Menunaires. Oh yeah, that's right.

Due to circumstances in this shit ball economy, we've had to cut way back. It was Erica's first Sunday family dinner joining the ranks of the destitute and there's no better fitted meal for that than McDonald's dollar menu. It really doesn't matter where we eat because we're always in good company.

On Monday, Laura tempted me with craft stores. One of our favorites in Roy is closing, so we had to go pay our respects (and get awesome deals).
Let me all clue you in on a secret. Get closer. Closer. Ok.
-Shopping with a two year old wears you out.

Oh, you may have heard this before? Yeah, well, this was my first experience.
Picking up things thrown out of the cart, quelling the panic attacks when his mother leaves his line of sight, making sure he isn't adding items to the cart or putting back what you've put in it. These may be every day issues for mothers, and I'm sure you get used to them, but hells was I tired. I love Cody. Don't get me wrong. He just has the uncanny ability to make my brain turn to mush.

Which brings us to Today. I feel like I'm getting sick, and this really shouldn't surprise me since I feel like all I've done is run for 4 days.
I took a nap, and now I think I might drink a dayquil-vodka cocktail and go out to the shop and run the scroll saw for a while.
Safety is for suckers. :)

You Capture: Fall

This week's challenge was to capture the feeling of fall.
I took this picture last week as I was decorating my house with pumpkins because the challenge was happiness, and fall definitely makes me happy.
Then as I was reading ahead I saw that the next week was fall, so I decided to save my photo for this week :)

Check out all the other photos here.

New fall comedy review

I love television.
It's genetic. I get it from my mother.

I look forward to watching 'my stories' in the fall when they return, and enjoy watching new ones.
I also hate it. My dual DVR is already clogged with all the old stuff that I have to record, it's hard to decide what new shows might be worthy of a slot on the hard drive.
Until I discovered hulu.

The internetses is a great invention. Then paired with television....
It's like a slippery-slide of Cheez Whiz with Oreos and Funyuns at the bottom.
In other words, incredible.

Here are a few new shows that are definitely worth checking out.

Glee
I do not sing. Choir horrified me. I'm terrible. The end.
My ears have become immune to the sounds my vocal cords can make, but I'd never wish that on anyone else. I sing in the shower, in the car, and in my office- but only if I'm alone in all of those places.
The only exception to this is Journey. I am utterly helpless when a Journey song comes on.
I can't NOT sing Journey.
Sadly, this takeover sometimes has a dancing side effect.
The only thing I'm worse at than singing, is dancing.
I use the term 'dancing' loosely, it's more like an epileptic giraffe that's just learning to walk. Oh, and my tongue is always sticking out the side of my mouth South Park Cartman style. This movement horrifies Manuel.
He tells me, "babe, you really shouldn't dance...."
Of course, he's totally right, but damnit, sometimes I just can't help myself.

As I watched the first episode of Glee, I found myself singing and dancing to their rendition of "Don't stop believing" by Journey.
Thankfully I was alone.

I didn't think this show was something I could relate to, but I find it strangely amusing and it's pretty funny too.

As long as I continue to watch it alone, I think everyone is safe.

Cougartown
As I watched the series premier last week with Erica, we both ended up staring at each other in amazement. Someone had seen our lives 20 years in the future and made a television series out of it.
Courtney Cox is hilarious and she's perfect for this role.
The interaction between characters is dysfunctional and well scripted- and oddly familiar- Right down to the ex-husband that hangs around, neighbor best friends, "wine and scrabble" night and a sarcasm overload.

Community
This is a pretty funny show with twisted honest humor that is near and dear to my heart.
It includes great characters- Joel McHale from The Soup, Jon Oliver from The Daily Show, Ken Jeong and Chevy Chase.

The best thing I've learned from this one is the term "douche-ray vision".

Modern Family
This show is great. It follows three families that are related to each other, each very different.
The dad that's married to the Colombian MILF with a pain-in-the-ass step son, the daughter whose family takes a hilarious approach to parenting, and the son and his partner who just adopted a child from asia.
The dynamics are hilarious. It's filmed Office-style showing interviews of the characters throughout the episode.


So glad Al Gore invented the www so I can watch these new beauties without conflict in the DVR (or 3 VCRs like my mom. Love you mom!)