Volkswagen Commercial: The Force

I laughed so hard I had tears in my eyes....You can just picture this kids face, so awesome

Groundhog's Day

When I was a little girl I remember feeling that Groundhog's Day was one of the most important days of the year. I truly believed that what the groundhog saw would determine the weather. I remember coming home on Groundhog Day in 3rd grade and being upset that there was 6 more weeks of winter and I really just wanted to wear shorts. My mom tried to console me and explain that even if the groundhog hadn't seen his shadow it wouldn't be warm enough to wear shorts for a long time. I think that was even more depressing. Hopefully the groundhog was right this year.

I am pretty sure I had Seasonal Affective Disorder...who are we kidding...HAVE Seasonal Affective Disorder.

We the Pizza

I was told I needed to update my blog. So here it is:

Like my fuchsia tights? Me too, but turns out it is hard to put an outfit together around purple tights, It took me 30 minutes and changing my clothes 6 times to figure out what to wear and in the end there was only 4 inches of tights showing under my boots. So as we are walking out the door I said something about it to Rich and he said, "they look fine okay....but even if they didn't I wouldn't say anything now because you have already spent 30 minutes getting ready." That is not exactly the way to instill confidence in a girl or to let me trust your future opinion. Do they REALLY look okay or are you just in a hurry/sick of waiting for me? The whole first part of the drive I kept insisting that he would PROMISE to not let me out of the house looking like an idiot no matter how late we are. Again....I am neurotic. But seriously, I think all of you ladies would agree that this is an important promise to make. So whether the fuchsia tights were ridiculous or not, I liked them and Rich gave his seal of approval (whether I can trust him or not I will never know ;) ).

We LOVE watching the Bravo show Top Chef so our goal was to go to dinner at Spike's pizza place after the temple trip. We went to We the Pizza and got a Potato and Prosciutto pizza and a Mushroom pizza with 4 types of mushrooms and truffle...mmmmm. I love mushrooms.

We called up our friend's Billy and Laura and they met us there. It was a great night.

Possessive?

Apparently, the turkey post was gross...sorry about that.

If you read this post the only thing you will learn is that I am neurotic...but most of you knew that anyway.

About 4 years ago Rich and I discovered Pandora and through that the artist Josh Ritter. We love his music, have bought almost all of his CDs, and been to his concert twice in Richmond. We even got to meet him.

I have "liked" Josh Ritter on facebook and I received an update that his song Change of Time was used in a movie trailer. One of my new favorite songs is Change of Time . Most ordinary people would be excited for him and his success and that a favorite song is on a popular movie trailer. But not me...no, I become irrational and jealous. I worry that EVERYONE will start to like him and I knew about him first. As if I have some sort of ownership over him...it was just so ridiculous that I had to share.

Does anybody else feel possessive over music?

Turkey Lurkey

For Thanksgiving this year, Rich took the lead on preparing the turkey, but when he started to go in to retrieve the giblets he decided nitrile gloves were a MUST.

Then after a few minutes he determined a headlamp would be necessary. Luckily he found the neck. Even after all that we still left the bag in. Rich was digging and digging and never found it so we figured they hadn't put one in. FALSE! That's okay it still tasted awesome!

Sick!!

Neverland

"Well I will not grow up! You cannot make me! I will banish you like Tinkerbell." -Peter Pan

Sometimes I feel like this, but unfortunately I have to be an adult. I pay my bills, I go grocery shopping, sometimes I clean my house, and I go to work, but there is definitely part of me that wants to play. Occasionally, I just have to say Well I will not grow up! You cannot make me!

One night I was reminiscing with some girlfriends about the fun of playing night games. We were talking about how fun it would be to play night games again. At first when somebody said we sould do it I didn't believe we really would, but then everyone started to get on board. So I got together with a bunch of moms to play night games. We played fugitive.

Emily and I found the first two renegades crouching in a ditch by the side of the road. We were flashing lights at them and yelling names, but they did not move. We started to wonder if we were yelling at trash bags, but they kept giggling and we knew we had them.

On my last round Sara and I were running through an apartment complex. Sara started to say, "I think this grass is wet," but it was too late my feet started to sink in to mud but my body continued to propel forward and I face planted in the muddy, watery mess. Sara and I were dying laughing, but also trying compose ourselves/avoid peeing our pants.

If you look closely you can see the lines of muddiness on my pants.

Even though I didn't win a single round and I did a face plant into the mud, it was a fantastic night. Thanks to a fun Neverland night!

Comeuppance

I really like the word Comeuppance.

come·up·pance/kəˈməpəns/

Noun: A punishment or fate that someone deserves

I use it regularly when we are playing games such Ticket to Ride and Settlers of Catan. I use it to let Richard know that he WILL get his comeuppance for cutting me off of my path to winning the game.

One of the best lines in The Mummy is, "You know, nasty little fellows such as yourself always get their comeuppance."

I have a story of comeuppance for Rich.

A few weeks ago we were invited to a sweet Co-ed engagement party for this cute couple:

It was held on this Schooner:

I helped with the crew (yes my muscles are HUGE AND BULGING!!):

The handsome and lovely Host and Hostess with the mostest proposed a fantastic game.

Each person in the group

was assigned to write down one thing that the bride-to-be had to do before the end of the evening. I said that she had to sing Old McDonald Had a Farm and another person said she had to square dance with the groom-to-be. We all submitted our assignments and then were informed that instead of Brooke completing the task you submitted you would have to complete your own task.

Well this is where is gets juicy. My lovely husband had assigned Brooke to the fate of "kissing the captain of the boat on the cheek." According to the rules of the game this meant that Rich would need to kiss the captain. A few of us ventured to the front of the boat to watch and I giggled like a school girl as Richard explained his predicament to the captain then meekly asked if he could kiss him. He offered a homemade lollipop as form of payment for this favor and the captain response? "Will it be quick??"

It was quick, but Brooke's camera skills were just as quick and this moment was caught on film and posted on facebook.

And that my friends is comeuppance