Oops I crapped my pants.

So I go to get our mail last week and there is this cardboard box. Hmm. What could this be? Surely Mom ordered something....or something. But wait, it's addressed to me. Interesting. From "Young America Corporation Distribution Center". ?????

I turn it over and find this:

Hmm. Looks to me like free samples of tampons or something from 8th grade. So I'm like, what the h is this? So I open it up to find a bundle of joy:

In case you can't read that, this is ADULT UNDERWEAR! Naturally the first thing I did was run to get my phone and call Amy. Duh. Her one question was the only thing on my mind also "How the hell did you get on THAT mailing list??" Ugh. Enough said.

Not so fast

So I wrote the last blog I wrote waaaay to quickly. QUITE the eventful night. I should start out by saying that my mom is substituting at St. Mary of Carmel. This school might be awesome...but the constantina wire surrounding the building made me (rightfully so) extremely nervous. I don't love the idea of my mom working somewhere that they find constantina wire to be necessary. Moving on....

I'm sitting in the auditorium waiting for my mom to come back and this dumb show to start. Stage right: Fat man enters and approaches the microphone.

"Ladies and Gentleman, we are going to have to cancel the show. Unfortunately a man has decided to pull a gun on another parent and I'm being forced to ask everyone to evacuate the building for your safety and that of the children. I apologize -- we will try to put the show on tomorrow."

What the &*$#??! Not normal. Not okay. But no problem. We'll just try again tomorrow.....

Have yourself a Merry Little Christmas

As I write this first (very short) blog in...well....months...I am sitting at a keyboard (that's right. No pianos for us, but BAD ASS keyboards) in a gymnasium of a grade school. Why, prey tell am I in a gym with a keboard?

That's why. My cute little Momma. Maracas, tambourines, jingle bells and yes, a keyboard is her way of spreading a little Christmas Cheer. I got roped in to turn the pages as she plays. :/

I promise to blog more but I had to share her sarcastic smile with all of my little blog followers (let's be honest....maybe Anne, Amy, and Pat if I'm lucky).

Balloons to the rescue.

Sometimes my office has the grumpiest bunch of people you have ever seen. I always feel like Pippi Long Stocking (is coooomin' into your town!) when I'm at work because I'm miss little chipper and cheerful. I'm usually a pretty peppy person anyway so I'm not complaining and I'm happy to do what I can to spread the wealth....but sometimes it can be exhausting.

So for the past two weeks I have been helping out another department that was short staffed. Because of my two weeks in Denver, I had a pretty good understanding of that department and was able to actually help instead of just ask questions and annoy people. Only problem is...they are so busy and so short staffed that everyone is WAY stressed. F bombs fly around the office more than smiles and papers/phones/pens/white outs are constantly being thrown against our little cubicle partitions. DEPRESSING! GUYS! We just ship stuff! I'm not saying I don't take my job seriously, I do...but we aren't doing open heart surgery on children. Don't be so damn down all the time. It's FREIGHT!

So I was joking around with people about it (because that's how I handle uncomfortable situations) and said, "Do you need a balloon? Would that make you smile?" just totally screwing around. But then it dawned on me that this could actually be a good idea. Stupid? Yes. Immature? Duh. But possibly a cheap way to get everyone out of their poopy little diapers and act like happy adults. And it worked! I literally tied a balloon on everyone's chair that had been grumpy. In retrospect it was probably a little embarrassing for them but everyone seemed to be a good sport. And it actually worked! People were talking about it for days!

My boss called me in to his office in the morning and is totally serious (which he never is) and is like, "is this to cheer everyone up? balloons? That's your answer?" and I'm thinking...oh damn...is this inappropriate? I know we have a casual office but maybe i took it too far or it's not "professional" or something. But then his "I'm trying to be serious face" broke and he grinned and he goes, "I'm just screwing with you. Great. Thank you very much. Keep up the good work...I really appreciate it". I was like, SERIOUSLY? GREAT!

And that is how Lizzi saved the day.

Cherry Crickle

So another food blog. Did I just eat the entire time I was in Denver? Why yes, yes I did.

We went to Cherry Creek Grill on my last Saturday there after the Zoo (loooved it!!) and had this artichoke in the picture with this awesome dip...it was ammaazzzzing. I can't honestly say I haven't ever had an artichoke like this. Hearts, sure. But hittin' it straight up like edamame? nope! So all in all apparently my trip to Denver was full of trying new things.

On that note, I'm going to rummage through my kitchen. Nothing else to do on a late Saturday afternoon than snack, right? Right. Adios my amigos.

Shooting Stars and Mountain Sheep

Another Denver story!! I went on a little hike one day and stopped at this Nature Center in the middle of no where. I ran in to the restroom and there were calenders all over the place talking about this Perseid Meteor shower. I've never even seen a shooting star so I figured when I was in a city that I could get far enough away to actually see a meteor shower -- I totally had to go.

So somehow I convinced Andrew to drive me out to the damn mountains at 11 at night. I was so super excited, especially since right when I jumped in his car I saw my very first shooting star -- and we were still in the middle of the city! a-m-a-z-i-n-g!!

So thirty minutes later we end up at Red Rocks. There was a concert going on and we were trying to get away from the lights....so we drove up a little bit higher and then hiked for a bit. We ended up sitting in the middle of a trail on a little cliff which is totally as bizarre as it sounds. Andrew was making me feel oh so comfortable by telling me "we really need to watch out for wild animals up here" . Needless to say...everytime the damn wind moved a leaf I whipped my head around looking for the mountain sheep that would end our lives.

The meteor shower was a bit disappointing though. I saw tons of shooting starts...but no

"shower".

We jumped in the car and started to leave. On our way down we found a road that was super dark and I saw whatever a big shooting star is called (comet? I don't know...), screamed for Andrew to stop and got out. We ended up laying on the top of Andrew's car and I thought this picture of his feet hanging through his sun roof was so funny. Not sure why....but it looks a bit morbid, no?

Anyway...fun night in Denver.

xx

Bone Marrow? Why not.

So when I was in Denver, Andrew kept telling me about this place "Bones" that had the best lobster ramen (I know, right?) ever. We finally made our way there on a Wednesday night and I have to agree with him. Best. Ramen. Ever. My ramen doesn't usually cost 20 bucks...more like 15 cents, but oh well. When in Rome, right? So for an appetizer Andrew says, "oh my god, you have to try the veal bone marrow...it's amazing". What? No. What? Absolutely not. Veal? No. What? Bone Marrow? Absolutely not. As always, somehow Andrew convinced me that it wasn't unethical and that I should try it. It was....interesting. I'm not sure I want to go back and order it again, but I'm going to have to blame that on mental reasons...not the lack of tastiness. I was however, very proud of myself for stepping outside of my little Dallas box. Well worth the experience.

Missin' out

One bad thing about being in Denver is I missed the family barbeque this weekend! We have been planning this thing for a month and of course...I miss it. I asked my mom to send me pictures of the Smith boys and Jack Sprat so I could feel a little bit more "there". I thought this was so funny. Jacob, Caleb, and Samuel are all smiley and cute....happy as little clams. So then I get the picture of Jack.

Bahahahaha.

He is pissssssssed. Unfortunately I just don't know what to say to Amy. Jack just loves me more. I'm his favorite..I'm SORRY. I can't help it. I'd love for him to love all of his aunts equally. I promise...but it just isn't so. I'm sorry. Amy...maybe you can win over the next dog in the family. ZING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

On top of the world

Today was a-m-a-z-i-n-g. One of the huge things I wanted to do when I was in Denver was go to the top of Mount Evans. AND THAT I DID!! :) You feel like you're on top of the world. You are literally IN the clouds. It's an insane drive though. It is the highest paved road. I wish someone else had been driving so I could have taken pictures because you are literally on the edge of cliffs. There were so many cars but I still found myself asking "do people actually drive this?!" I had to drive about an hour or so outside of Denver and then up the mountain. Once you get to the base of the actual peak, it's another 15 miles up. The summit is at 14,000 feet (more than 2.5 miles). That didn't sound all that high when I thought about it...but that fleeting thought makes me a total moron. It definitely makes you wonder if you are scared of heights. :) Thankfully I made it to the top in once piece.

Little did I know there was a little hike at the end of this HOUR DRIVE UP THE MOUNTAIN! It really wasn't that high...but coming down was a bit more crazy. I sort of lost the trail down so ended up just sort of...hiking down rocks. Which I guess is really what people in Colorado do all the time...but lets be honest. I'm from Dallas. I know how to get 10 hours worth of shopping into 1 and know my way around a bottle of hairspray. I don't hike up mountains that are 14,000 feet UP. So I was very proud of myself. The picture just to the right of this is the little hill I hiked down. Is it stupid that I'm super proud? OH WELL! I don't care if it is! I'm so lame when it comes to outside activities (probably because I live in Dallas where it feels like hell when you walk out of our overly air conditioned buildings and physical activity sounds about as good as a punch in the face) but I would love to be able to crank that area of my life up a bit. Maybe I need to move to Denver. THOUGHTS ANYONE??!! :) Today was awesome. So so so beautiful.

Lookout Mountain

On Saturday I woke up and wanted to explore Denver. I went downtown for a few hours which ended up being cool but a bit uneventful. My plans for the day changed last minute, but wanted to still do something outside so I decided to the head towards the mountains. I was hoping I'd get lucky and run into something cool and that's exactly what happened! I saw an exit for "Lookout Mountain" and figured it had to be what it sounded like. It was! :) It was beautiful. I'm pretty much convinced anywhere you go in Colorado is amazing. So there are a bunch of trails all around Lookout Mountain and I really wish I could have gone and explored a little bit -- but everyone says not to hike by yourself. So I just sat and hung out and enjoyed the scenery. Andrew said this is where everyone used to go in high school to make out. Do kids actually drive 30 minutes outside the city and up a mountain to kiss? I think I made do with a car. Or my front porch. Anyway. Awesome day!

The Mile High City

So I'm in Denver for two weeks for work. I've only been here a couple of days and haven't had a chance to get out very much...but I love love love it. It's so beautiful! The scenery, weather...everything. Last night was the first night I was able to really get out into the city. Andrew came and picked me up from work and went to eat an ammmaaazing dinner. The neighborhood we were in was so cute. I'll definitely need to ask Andrew where we were.

After dinner we went downtown and drank a little vino at Cru. When we were there Andrew took a picture of me that he changed with "fat booth". So I've seen these pictures on Andrew's facebook of him and his friends as totally fat, gross men. So it's an iphone app that is so so so funny. So of course...we had to do it. Here is what I would look like if I ate everyone I knew. Uhhhh......so gross.

Anywho. Not much to report at this point...but I'm sure more stories will come shortly. Keep you posted. :)

Keeping up with the Crazy's

So more TV I have been obsessed (where do I ever find the time to sit on a couch and be THIS lazy?.....) with lately is ‘Keeping up with the Kardashians’ and ‘Khloe and Kourtney Take Miami’. They craaack me up. I’ll be honest when I say Kim is my least favorite. She doesn’t seem to be nearly as much fun as the other two. Kourtney is so little and inappropriate and Khloe is just totally ridiculous. When she gets going about Scott (Kourtney’s on again off again boyfriend/babydaddy/crazy)…I swear it encourages me to be a mean person because she makes it look so fun. She makes fun of him, screams at him, calls him a “douchelord” (not my word Anne,…Khloe’s. You can’t get mad if I quote someone) and has definitely hit him in the face before. All the while being hilarious and entertaining. I can barely talk about Scott. He is totally ridiculous and reminds me way too much of Jonasty (for those of you who do not know that reference…by very very glad). He’s just…terrible. See picture for any one who has any doubt and well...I rest my case.

They seem to be a favorite constant topic with Chelsea Handler too which has been pretty funny. Even Heather McDonald did a bit on them at her show that we went to. I still can’t wrap my head around the idea of their….trunks. And the mom?? WHAT IS WITH HER? She is totally nuts. Period. She is the one complete ‘crazy’ on that show. Oh wait, no then there is Bruce. Put them together and it is almost complete agony to watch. That mom wants to be her daughters and Bruce…well. Bruce just wants to be on TV. Even if he looks pathetic and depressing while doing so. His face just really bothers me. I can’t tell if it’s just one too many surgeries or if it’s some chemical peel he tried that went south. Either way, he should have let nature run it’s course (with the hair as well). The men on this show just...crack me up.

I have no story about them, just wanted to blogger it up.

Are you there Vodka? It's me, Chelsea.

My life has been consumed with Chelsea “Coslopus” Handler for the last 2 weeks. I have read all three of her books, watched her standup on Youtube and have set my DVR to record ‘Chelsea Lately’ every night. She is hi-lar-i-ous. She is my new favorite everything.

This whole debacle started with Amy and Sarai and I going to the Heather McDonald stand up show. Heather is on Chelsea Lately and was so so so funny. Her Drew Barrymore impersonation is by far the funniest thing I have seen any time recently. I was laughing so hard I almost fell out of my chair and Amy and Sarai almost hit me because I was being so annoying. Anyway. After that, I went and bought her book, “You’ll Never Blue Ball in this Town Again”. It was funny so then I wanted to move on to Chelsea Handler. Anne had let Amy borrow her second book…which then I borrowed….to which I fell desperately in love.

I don’t know if I have ever fallen so head over heels for anything like this ever before. I don’t know how I have lived without her for my 24 years.

I feel like she and I have a special little bond over our obsessions with midgets. (sorry for the inappropriateness of that statement…but I have to be honest. I feel like my sister Anne is going “oh my gosh, I can’t believe she just said that. Sorry Annie Fannie….) Although I don’t call them my little “nuggets”. That makes me a little better, right? She is so absolutely inappropriate that she is just…so funny.

She has a chapter in her book “Are you there Vodka? It’s me, Chelsea” that is solely devoted to her love of midgets, a one “Kimmy” in particular. She starts out by talking about a letter she gets from a mother of a midget who is “deeply offended” by Chelsea’s comments. Chelsea goes in to talking about how much she loves midgets and writes my favorite passage in the whole book:

“Next to fat babies, midgets are my favorite things to hold. I love them so much and I want to help them to do adult things like drive cars, Jet-Ski, and lip-synch. I’m in awe of their little limbs, their large craniums, and their medical-ball asses. I love the little baby steps they take while shifting their weight from side to side, and the fact that when you knock one over accidentally, he flails like a turtle on its back that can’t get up right away.”

Are you kidding me? So inappropriate, but so funny. I can’t get enough.

I then moved on to her most recent book “Chelsea Chelsea Bang Bang”. EVEN BETTER THAN THE LAST ONE!

I can’t even talk about the first chapter on a public blog. The midget topic was really pushing the envelope for me but…it’s just too ridiculous, even for me. If you love her inappropriateness, trust me and buy this book. It is….beyond words.

So moving on from the first chapter. One of the things I think is the funniest about her writing is the way she interacts with her parents. She curses and sounds like a brash 50 year old sailor when she’s like…six. It’s sort of an ongoing topic throughout her three books and just cracks me up.

I can’t even begin to talk about this book because it’s so funny so I’ll just share a couple of my favorite quotes.

“Like any self-respecting brother-and-sister combo, Greg and I decided to eat some mushrooms.”

“I had never planted my face so fast into a carpet in my life.”

“My parents couldn’t have been more unreasonable when it came to fads or clothes that weren’t purchased at a pharmacy.”

“Why he wouldn’t agree to install an eight-by-eight-foot fish tank and then not fill it with a single dolphin made me want to burn his eyebrows off.”

wah wah wahhhh

okay my blog went whack. i'll work on fixing it but right now i'm going to bed. xxxxx

Shopping day with Anne

Okay so I went with Anne last week to run errands and we stopped at Home Goods. And I'm sorry. This is wildly inappropriate but this leaf hanging/picture/whatever the H this is supposed to be, CRACKED. ME. UP. If this doesn't look like, well, you know...I don't know what does.

Seriously...WHAT IS THIS??

Tastes like the Fourth of July!!

Man oh man I love that scene. Stuffing a hot dog in her face....

Anywho. So the fourth of July was spent with Anne, Mark and her amigos. I was....not at my finest that morning after a night out with Miss Martha but, as anyone who knows me, am always willing to attempt to rally.

And I did.

I made Anne soak a watermelon in Vodka and was totally excited about it. I was really nervous about Anne not putting enough Vodka in it and then I got there, tasted it and realized she is in fact a Doak. God love her.

Mark and Anne had all kinds of goodies for everyone. Snacks, the most amazing punch ever we discovered from the Bailey's, homemade burgers (Mark...kudos....), and things that no one else would think of, like blueberry ice cubes to celebrate the fourth of July. We were joking about this on Sunday but I will repeat. My kids are definitely having their birthday parties and "holidays" at Aunt Anne's house. She is the most crafty homemaker that is not a homemaker I know. I can't wait for them to have kids (sorry for this awkward topic Anne) because they will be the best parents!!

So Anne might kill me for this but I can't resist. I'm pretty sure Mark thought he was being devilishly handsome. Something tells me Anne might argue that point. Bahaha...he's just being silly. It's a good hoot.

Winni Klaus and German mania

Okay so this guy is my new favorite person. A guy in my office sent me this picture thinking I would like it -- which is incorrect. Love. I LOVE it. This next one was just the day of the German game and he completely lost his mind. All in all...it's been a good couple of entertaining weeks.

The ridiculousness of the World Cup

So my office is like the United Nations. We have people representing the US, Germany, Argentina, Brazil, Denmark, Thailand, China, and England. Needless to say, the World Cup has turned our office into a crazy place.
I also have to interject here and say I think the US is the only country in the world that doesn't understand how big of a deal the World Cup is and I feel sort of lame about that. Oh well.
Anyway. So Brazil played the Netherlands on Friday and everyone expected Brazil to win. So I come in to work and everyone is talking shit to everyone else as they have been doing for weeks so I sort of just tune it out until I hear what sounds like high heels but 10 times louder. I sort of stand up and am like, what the h is that noise? Well...turns out Winnie, one of our little German friends has decided to root for the Netherlands and represent with WOODEN CLOGS.

He was walking around in these things all damn day. I thought it was pretty funny.

Life and all it's lovely little details

So I keep thinking about all of these things I want to do or have or see...and I thought maybe if I put them out there in blog cyberspace I might eventually check off one or two. It's also just good to think about this stuff, right?

•Learn French
•Live in a foreign country
•Date a tall adorable man who thinks I'm small and adorable (true story...)
•Learn how to scuba dive
•Actually go scuba diving
•Learn to sail...or atleast go with someone else who know how
•Someday somehow be able to fit all of my belongings in a car (let's be honest...won't ever happen unless there is a fire, but it's a nice thought to be able to just pick up and move somewhere um. Knock on wood....)
•Die my hair some drastic color
•Own a Westie
•Be able to use "Chloe", my favorite girl name
•See Niagra Falls
•Work with flowers
•Get to the point where I want to work out everyday to be healthy (hahahahahaha)
•Be able to drink and appreciate Scotch without gagging
•Find the Australian boy named Jonathan who I had a crush on and went to preschool with. We can't remember his last name...but I wish I knew who he was.
•Ride in a hot air balloon
•Play with a baby tiger
•Be on a Bingo team
•Create such a thing as a "Bingo team"
•Swim with a group of seahorses (do they swim in groups?)
•Figure out why I bruise so easily
•Learn to drive a stick
•Find a way to get my mother to Ireland
•Know someone who has the Fargo accent
•Get a masters (in no particular subject)
•own an old school Porsche Roadster
•Sell things I make on Etsy
•Move out of my mothers house (love you momma...)
•Have a kid who wants a duck (and I will buy one....)
•Be able to drink black coffee (I still have to have all of the delicious bad stuff thrown in...)
•Get my hands on the white iPhone 4....and an ipad while I'm at it!

...more later. I like this. It gets ya thinkin'!!

xx

This one goes out to my family

*visine commercial guy's voice*

Better?? Or worse??


Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Abandoned and dying

My poor little blog. I have completely left this thing to rot and die. Wah wah wahhhhh.

I'm going to try to be a bit better. (Everyone always says this but I'm going to TRY to actually mean it...) I have no idea what I have been up to and I think it will just exhaust me to try and make up for everything I have left out. (Waaay too much work)

So last weekend Mom and I went to Kansas for Memorial Day. We technically weren't even there on Monday because we left early, but we tried. I decided to go with her because I had a friend that was meeting up with us and she wanted to go because there was a little family reunion. The big draw for this little gathering was "Uncle Ed"... my grandfather's twin brother. My mom wanted to see him because he's getting old and her father passed away. It was fun for me to go also -- I never met my grandfather because he had died before I was born. Uncle Ed was too cute. I think my mom said he is 92 and he's just adorable. I don't know why but I have this thing for old men. I just think they're adorable.

Anywho. After the reunion we ended up just driving back to Dallas. I really wanted my mom to stop at Winstar, the casino right outside the Texas border. I think that would be so fun!! But we were tired and the parking lot was an absolute disaster because of the weekend...so it was understandable.

I'm looking forward to going back to Kansas when we can stay a bit longer an have a more relaxing time. Love you Momma!! xx

Ode to my Momma

So...as a lot of you know my mom has been watching little baby Jack during the days now that Stacy has had to go back to work.

This has been QUITE the undertaking. I wake up and Jack is there. I come home and Jack is there. This sounds like I'm going to complain but on the contrary. ITS WONDERFUL!!! Our house has bottles out...a bassinet in the living room and our kitchen table has been conveniently turned into Jack's little "changing area". ;)

The best part about having Jack here is getting to see my mom with him. Since I am the youngest, I never saw my mom with a baby. Obviously, through the years, I have seen her with babies...but never a baby that is close to us in our family. For anyone who doesn't know my mom -- I swear she's the baby whisperer. Screaming baby? Hand 'em on over and you'll see your baby giggle for the first time.

Jack is such a good baby anyway (I know Pat and Stacy are thinking, "hey...can't Jack have some credit? and yes...he most certainly can) but my mom is amazing. She anticipates his every need, keeps him entertained, talks to him, walks around with him, shows him everything there is to show a baby at 3 months old. I've heard her talking about Pinnochio and his entourage, gone through the whole cast of Sesame Street, teaches him about instruments (yup...gotta watch out for THAT one), and everything in between. She looooves working out with him. :) She puts him on his stomach so he can "do his pushups for the day" -- and I must say, although at first it looks uncomfortable, I think he likes it! Especially when she gets on the floor with him to keep him entertained. :)

I had a really happy childhood. We never went without anything we needed. We all had such a great time! And it's totally because of my mom. I'm so glad that Jack gets to spend this time with her Grandma. She loves it and it's obvious he loves it. I hope my mom is still willing to do this in 20 years when I have my first....

Mean old battle-ax lady

Okay I literally have not blogged in 2 weeks. Whoops....

I have quite a few things I need to blog about but this totally takes precedence.

So I go to Tom Thumb, right? No big deal. I go to turn right into a parking spot. Some CRAZY OLD BAT is coming through the parking spot direcctly in front of my parking spot. This crazy comes pulling THROUGH her own parking spot into mine, so obviously...I stop and wait for her to back up. Um. no. This nutjob sits here and throws her hand up in the air. And I'm like...SERIOUSLY?? I'm pulling into MY parking spot...what are you doing and why are you half way into mine. So I eventually figure out that she was wanting to be able to get in her car after the grocery store and avoid backing out of her parking spot. So instead of backing into a spot like any other considerate person would do...she pulls through her spot and into mine. (I doubt I'm doing a very good job of explaining this.) So anyway. After she so rudely motions me to move I motion the same to her -- and I end up crossing my arms as if to say "fine you old bat. I'll wait you out...I have allllll day" (which I have done before). So then she pulls up as close to my car as she can, throws her can in park and gets out. So she is now in the MIDDLE of two spots. So...being me I roll my window down to shout "I can't believe you just did that!" but she runs the other way. Not sure that she thought this through because we were both going into the same grocery store. So I run in and try to hunt her down to scream "KARMA!!!" in her face but she can't be found. I kept staking out the ice cream isle (lets me honest...I kept thinking I'd find her there) but no luck. Finally I talked to my girl Sarah who told me to calm down and that yelling at her wouldn't help anything. Of course then I see her (still on the phone with "just be nice" Sarah) so I just gave her the stink eye instead.

This was probably the worst explanation of this encounter but I swear...I was still talking about it an hour later. I was so horrified at the lack of manners -- I'm usually a really nice person. I open doors for people, help strangers out when I can, wave when someone lets me in, etc. etc. So I just couldn't believe it! As I was walking into the grocery store a lady stopped me and said "I just saw that!! That was terrible!! She was so rude!" So I'm glad to know it wasn't just me. I believe in karma and hope that lady gets slapped with it hard one day. *eye roll*

So this ladies car is the taupe one parked in between the others. Ruuuuude.

Girly sunshine

I spent my Sunday planting with my mom! Learn something new everyday, right? I remember planting a sunflower at our old house that grew about...8 feet in like, a month. It was the craziest thing ever! So anyway, our house looked so drab before. Remember my reference to Heidi Montag's "time away"? Well....consider this the first breast augmentation. This weekend I plan to do the second (from a D to a G) and then hopefully eventually we can aspire to an "H" for Heidi. It's nice to know we all have the same goals.
Before:


And our new DDs


It's finally Spring!!

Howdy Pardner

Jack sprat graced up with his presence on Saturday and entertained me for hours. His outfit (the cutest thing you have ever seen in your life ) was a gift from Elizabeth Bailey. Elizabeth also made the little blue and red hat that made Jack into the cutest bird ever seen. I've never met Elizabeth but she must be fabulous (since she picks things out for my nephew that are beyond cute). Moving on...Jack is much more "active" these days instead of sitting there staring at nothing because he can't focus yet (I wont lie....now that those days are over I can say with no shame...he freaked me out a little bit when he would stare off looking at nothing). The pictures pretty much explain our day:

Peanuts Visit

I went to go see my peanut Jack today. He has this new thing where he has discovered his tongue. He also looooves sucking on his fist. Not his thumb. His whole fist. Thankfully he looks adorable with his tiny little tongue out. Pat came home and sat on the ground and started singing "everybody was Kong Fu fighting". Random lullaby choice but it was cute just the same. I managed to get some of it on video.

So I think Jack is looking more and more like Pat. He is so squirmy it's hard to get a picture but this is the best I could do:

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It's the MOST wonderful time!....of the year.

Gather round your friends of mine. We're Wilderness Girls and it's cookie time. We work hard and we live here, so buy a box and do your share.

If you want the best taste that you can find, (yeah, yeah!!) Chocolate chips are one of a kind. (yeah, yeah!!) Our peanut butter dreams will blow your mind. A box of them would be so niiiice (try some!!) Cheap at even twice the price (buy some!!) So come on down, come on down, it's cookie time, it's cookie time....

Ladies and Gentlemen. It's cookie time. Can you smell the peanut butter and coconut in the air? Thin mints and Tag-a-longs !!! Ooo wee!! I can honestly say the air just smells better when it's girl scout cookie time. I had my first girl scout cookie this year at a bowling alley. I was talking to the cashier about them and she pulled out a bag of thin mints and made my day. And thus, Spring began. Ahhhhh, I can taste the chocolate and mint right now.

So funny story here. A couple of years ago when I was in college I literally, kid you not, ordered girl scout cookies on ebay (smart little Girl Scout who hawks them on ebay by the way...) and made myself have a heart-attack by eating too many thin mints. Actually....not a total "real life" heart attack per say....but I DID go to the emergency room thinking I was having heart issues. Yatta yatta yatta, three hours later I was diagnosed with heart burn from too many thin mints. Bahahahaha....

And just because this conjures up memories of my childhood we're gonna throw out one more "Troop Beverly Hills"er...."Her recommendations for a campsite were totally unsuitable. There were no outlets. And there was dirt, and bugs, and... and it rains there. So anyway, we've found a place that's much more us: the Beverly Hills Hotel."

Geek out time.

There is an iphone app that is soooooo nerdy that I LOVE. You literally keep a fish tank. That's it. But you clean it, feed your fish, buy fish, breed them....it's actually sort of fun. I feel like an 8 year old girl...but really....it's sort of entertaining. Okay. That's it!

So I don't know...if you're bored.........

Threedaysthrowninonebutmakingitintooneverylongpost....

Well, well, well. I have a few things to post but SOMEONE (my brother...boo) told me that my blog is terrible and that Anne's trumps us all. (I would like to say, "Game on Anne!" But let's be honest...Pat never updates his blog so I don't really care). Instead, I am going to continue to post my most likely uninteresting posts.

First off, on Saturday Anne came over and the three girls and my mom moved furniture all day.

I must say, we made some pretty serious progress with no men around. Anne (hopefully) will have her dining room set up and we have our living room set up! There were several pinched fingers, apparently Anne has gang green, and bruises...but all in all, we accomplished what we had hoped to. (after 6 hours.....)

Patrick came over (Patrick we wont even discuss your "situation"....) and helped move one cabinet and was "so tired" and needed to go home. Blah blah blah Pat. HOWEVER, Baby Jack and Momma Stacy came home last night...so I would have wanted to go home to see them as well. By the way...many of you have noticed I haven't posted any recent pictures of Jack. Well...that is because Patrick hasn't given us any updates..cough...your blog stinks....cough.....(maybe this will encourage him to give us all more pictures of CHARRRRLIE) but also because the latest picture of Jack, Amy "claimed" for her facebook and I wasn't allowed to put it

up. :/ Boo. BUT!! You can see it here.

Anyway, only a couple of pictures of moving, but cute just the same

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ANYWHO. NEXT SUBJECT. SNOW!!!! It snowed last night like crazy though on Tuesday it's going to be 74 degrees and it was in the 70's a couple of days ago. Oh OH and did I mention it's almost APRIL! On a positive note with the weather however, I bought a hammock. Verrrryyyy excited about THAT one and am pretty sure when the snow melts and I get it up, that will warrant it's very own blog post. But back to present. The snow is fun and all but I'm a little annoyed with it...especially since I have TWO FLAT TIRES! Wah wah this week has been one thing after the next! So now I get to deal with that today when I was supposed to have a lazy sunday. :( Oh well. It happens to everyone, right?

So I have been trying to pick up Jack's baby quilt again. I had totally abandoned it for atleast a month and really need to finish it!! Just a little teaser....hahaha. I act like it's a new episode of "Gossip Girl"...don't they do teasers? I don't know. Pat's right. My blog does suck.

Birthday fun!

Poor Shepherd's birthday was taken over this year by having his wisdom teeth taken out. We went to Billy Reid to pick out a couple of shirts and ended up having to explain his ridiculous turrets-like behavior to quite a few people. Always funny to see people on pain medicine after surgeries.

Anywho, After that we went to dinner with his parents at Nonna. It was amazing! Everyones food was great and as always, it was great to see the Robinsons. Really cute little restaurant.



Momma and Pops



Birthday boy!!!

Love my friends. Happy birthday Shepherd!!!

xx

A Mighty Green Day

So one of my favorite holidays...Saint Patrick's Day, was a huge success this year...as always. We were talking in the car on the way to Greenville that everyone always says this is the one thing that Dallas does right...and I have to agree. I always have the best time! This year Anne, Amy, Mark and I went to a couple of parties on Greenville. Instead of being responsible and going home and going to bed at 7:00 like I usually do, I went to the Mavs game with Shepherd. So much fun! Floor tickets and then Ghost Bar. Was home waaaay too late, spent way too much money and slept all the next day, but all in all -- the weekend was a success.

Anne will kill me for posting this picture of her dancing but I couldn't help it. It was my favorite picture from the whole weekend.

And Amy...there are just no words.

Office Space

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Fresh start

I start my new job with DVS tomorrow. I'm a but nervous, as it's always difficult to start a new job. It's like being the new kid at school AGAIN. Bad news..no recess. Hopefully this is the beginning of a long stay. Wish me luck!

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Post from Defensive Driving snooooooooze fest.

I know you have all been there. I have to do defensive driving. *snore* I am sitting in front of my computer and then have my laptop in front of THAT computer so I can sort of pay attention....sort of not. :/ Is that bad? It's FIVE HOURS!!!

This is supposed to be a "comedy class". TERRIBLE. They have Elvis, the teacher from Ferris Beuller, Christopher Walken, and on and on teaching this class. I'm falling asleep literally as I type these boring words. Kill me now. This is literally my screen right now...

Real world post

Looks like I might haves job, folks. Everyone can let out the breathe they have been holding. :)


Does this mean I can't babysit as often anymore?? :( yawn....

Amy the Crip

As if Amy needs anything else ridiculous to happen to her...she broke her ankle falling down a flight of stairs. And when I say that, I mean she tripped over one step and twisted her ankle but the first sounds sooooo much more entertaining.

So now Amy has the excuse she has always been looking for....

Moving Day!

Longest day ever. We woke up and had movers all day. We moved from our apartment, our little storage closet, and things we had at Anne's house. Tomorrow...the rest of our things that will most definitely fit in about 4 homes...not our tiny little garage. It will be interesting.

Our house is a disaster and its making us all go crazy (hence Mom's picture....)