On the Road....Again....

Well, folks ~ This may be my last post for just a while since Jonathan and I are moving tomorrow morning to the Big Twin Cities. Thanks to our friend, Geoff, we got all packed up tonight. Boy, do we have stories to tell about the huge moving van and trailer situation. Not fun, let me tell you. I don't think I've ever been quite so frusterated in my entire life. All over now - almost....there IS that eight hour drive up to Minnesota, but I've got all my fingers crossed that it'll go off without a hitch. Come up and see me in Minnesota ~ we'll go to Twins games when they play the Cubs!

I Hate Boxes

I have a love/hate relationship with these suckers.

If one is being handed to me by, lets say, UPS or a friend, then I probably love it - especially if it's around holiday time. However, it is a completely different story when YOU are the one putting the stuff in 'em - and it's not even new, exciting stuff - it your old, crappy stuff. Then you've got a box-filled apartment and the only thing you have to look forward to doing with them is carrying each one down three flights of stairs and into a big ole truck, only to drive three hundred miles to take them out again. Not so exciting.

Now, I usually consider myself somewhat of a minimalist....don't like to keep stuff I don't like anymore or don't need. Thought I was doing a reasonably good job at keeping clutter away, but I had a rude awakening as soon as the boxes were broken out. Now I'm up to my eyeballs in boxes and I've pretty much abandoned my organization method that I started early on in this moving process and I've started just throwing stuff in, at and around random boxes. No labels. No marking on the side. At this point, I care very little about keeping the ones marked "Fragile" safe or caring if I'll even be able to find any of my stuff after this move is over. I've fallen into the "Moving Abyss". You lose your soul there, and probably tons of your old crappy stuff. Next time, I'm hiring a professional mover to come do all this for me and I'm going on vacation....Yeah, right.

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Energy Addict. Anyone who knows me is quite aware of my espresso habit - NO, need. I am now ashamed to admit that I have taken this whole "energy" addiction to a whole new level. If the first sign of addiction is denial, I'm sending red flags up all over the place. If, for some crazy reason, I cannot get my hands on a double-skinny-hazelnut-no foam-soy latte', I have a wingman. A shoulder to lean on. A quick fix. This stuff right here:





Ahhh....my favourite two drinks in the same picture. They taste like a carbonated mixture of pee and battery acid with a hint of lime, but the end justifies the means here. At 2.29 or more a can, at roughly 8 cans per week, I figure my little habit could be costing me around $1,000.00 per year. On the other hand, energy = good / tired = bad. And it makes me a more fun person. Tireless and fearless and alert. Until someone can give me some good reson why I should quit, I'm gonna shell out the couple a bucks it takes to make my bloodstream happy, while I get a second job to afford it. Cheers to that!

I think this was Nemo's Uncle....

Okoboji has tons of really georgeous lakes and we fished every day that we could - it was great!





Of course, Jonathan was the only one who actually caught anything.
But he let 'em go....so much for fried fish supper....

And the Tony Award goes to....

As promised ~ awesome pictures of the two most fabulous actors in the Marion production of "The Music Man"



Mary "Pick a Little" Beth and Adam "Big Trombone" Gaines. Lemme just give a rave review - Seriously, this was the absolute best school play ever in the history of school plays. There was something for everybody - dancing, singing, humor and the acting was magnifique! Five Thumbs Up! And that was just my right hand!




I am fully aware that Mary is going to kill me for all the praise, but she needs some glory for her incredibly acting. Really, folks - she belongs on Broadway. She does it all - an amazing voice, incredible dancing and an expressive actress. And most importantly, she looks devilishly ravishing in that hat!


Adam - you get a standing ovation from me for that impressive dance number you did right there on the front of the stage. Folks, he did a complex dance number with a little girl - whirling her around and moving his feet so fast you could barely tell that they were there, ending by tossing the girl up and catching her in mid-air. Wow, Bud, didn't know you had such mad crazy skills! And you look quite handsome in uniform!

Y'all HAVE to let me borrow the video when it comes out.

I'm proud of you! Be sure to thank me in your acceptance speech!

Life, as usual.

Well folks, fear not! I am back from my vay-cay-shione'. Fun in the sun - almost... It WAS lots of fun, but there was a severe lack of actual sun until the last day we were there. It turned out great, though. Went fishin' almost every day - didn't catch a thing. Got a little sunburned. I'll post pictures a little later. Now it's back home to pack all week long *GIGANTIC SIGH* Annie, come save me!!!

We sailed away for a year and a day....

Well, everyone, we are off this morning to the Okoboji for a week (hopefully) of relaxation. Did I mention that I actually BOUGHT a SWIMSUIT for this? Actually I bought two. Very cute. I won't be showing pictures of me in them on this blog. Don't wanna scare ya away. I have also been fake-baking for this very vacation and I am now a sultry almost-tan.

Well, folks ~ have a fabulous Easter, and don't go missin' us all at once.

Jonathan had to drive me to work this morning, so I thought fast and snapped this picture of us as we were cruising through the street. Thought I'd share it with you. Doesn't Jonathan look snazzy.

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I look like a whaaahh????

So, apparantly everyone knows someone who looks exactly like me. I've been told this by tons of people....they see someone who looks just like me on TV or they have a friend who looks just like me. Maybe I have a super common-looking face, I dunno, but I decided to find out. I went to myheritage.com to see what celebrity I most resemble and I was suprised with the result. After uploading a semi-crappy picture of myself, I found that Brenden Fraser could very possibly be my long-lost genetically similar relative. Apparantly he could be my brother, according to our smiling photographs. I'm actually pretty impressed - he does kinda look like me....I'm also just a little creeped out....

Also, the picture program that they used must be on crack 'cause they matched my photo with Penelope Cruz. Wish that were true, but alas. I'm not convinced.

So my search for my cosmic twin is still on.

Se-ve-nty SIX trom-bones in the big PAH-rade....Everybody, now!

Tons of Good Luck to Mary B and Adam this weekend as they perform in "The Music Man"!!!!! Y'all are gonna kick tushie! We can't wait to see it this afternoon!
I'll post some fabulous pictures of them in action after the play. Break a leg, y'all!

Does Anyone Else Smell Bacon?.....

To tan or not to tan, that's my question. Because the apartment I'm moving to has a bunch of these suckers. And I am freakishly pasty white. Now, I've tried laying out for days and days, trying to absorb those elusive rays to no effect. I smeared on tanning lotion, bronzer, self-tanner, thought about using crisco, but have gotten NO TAN. And, on the other hand, theres a little thing called skin cancer. Which is worse - blinding innocent bystanders with reflective sun rays off your legs in the summer or a little skin cancer here and there? Jonathan calls me "Alabaster", as if that's gonna make me feel any better. Webster's Official Online Dictionary defines Alabaster as "usually white and translucent", and the even more assuring "hard, translucent and sometimes banded". GREAT! So he's saying that I'm white, translucent and he's wishing vericose veins on me? At least the "hard" bit could be translated as "she works out"..... Oh, who am I kidding. I don't work out.

So, this summer, I will probably push all those skin cancer thoughts to the waaay back of my mind and take full advantage of the beds. And then I'll post a picture of me with my fakebake tan, so you can be impressed. Oh, wait a minute - that IS me - up there - in the tanning bed. See - I HAVE been working out. Yeah, right.

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I want everyone to go online and purchase one of these for me!

Those guys at VH-1 read my mind

How did they know that I was completely lost without my Flav? Desolate in a world that no longer made sense? On the Flavour of Love REUNION, Flav announced that he and Hoopz were just meant to be friends and so he'll be hunting more melodramatic floosies on a new season of Flavor of Love - or, as I like to call it, "Hoochies Making Fools of Themselves on TV so Flavor Flav Can Look Sane for Once" (It's a much catchier title, I think). So my Sunday nights will again have meaning, as well as all those days of rereuns. Thanks, VH-1.

And because you were DYING to know....

MY NEW BRUSH!!!!

Ooohh, my hair is happy!

My Favourite Thing....

is to sing into my hairbrush. AND I got a TWO NEW HAIRBRUSHES yesterday. Tah Daaaahhhh!!! I heart new hairbrushes. The above picture sums up how I feel about my hairbrush. It just makes me want to jump on a bed. And sing. It is a pic of me and my sisters when we were little. I'm the middle one. The one on the left is Annie, and the one on the right is Mary B. ~ we adopted her from Paraguay. We are identical triplets.

Only Annie and Mar will find this even remotely funny.... But I really DO love to sing into my hairbrush...

Yeah Boyyyyyyz!

You know what time it is - Flavah Time

Rob a jewelry store an tell 'em make me a GRILL.

My life is over. Flavor of Love on VH-1 is over. What the crap am I gonna do on Sunday nights, now? And on weekday mornings when they air re-runs? And all-day Saturdays when they show Flavor Marathons? I just don't know who I am without him....Life is not worth living.....Why didn't you pick ME, Flav? We were meant to be together. Forever.