Rolled tacos from the place on the corner.
Crack(ing my back).
Whatever song is my obsession of the day.
Wiggling my toes. I can't stand tight shoes.
Tucking my hair behind my ears.
I'm the luckiest girl in the world. Seriously, the world loves me. I'm not sure why it does, but I love most of it right back. I love wrapping presents. Flowers are important. That TOTALLY wasn't me who prank called you, I swear. I love to grocery shop. My boyfriend loves to cook. I can't get enough of kissing him. My bicycle has streamers on the handles. I think if people wanna know about my faith, they'll ask. I look young, and sound old. I love chaos, so you'll always find pets and teenagers around my house. I always have at least one book in my purse. At camp in high school, I was voted "Most Talkative." UNANIMOUSLY. I dance at the slightest provocation. This blog is my mirror, my publicist, my calendar, and my most flattering angle. I am its pushy stage mother. And apparently, I'm important enough to get hate mail. Sweet.
Blogging from sunny San Diego
At the drive-in, we saw Pirates of the Carribean and Cars. I really wanted to see Pirates, and wasn't anticipating liking Cars. But was I the only one who got the impression that Pirates was written in the following manner? -
Cards with eight different scene ideas and eight different merchandise tie-ins were shuffled and handed out to eight different writers, who were then sent to eight different rooms to write their scene ("Larry, you've got something with a witch and it needs to include something we can make into a stuffed animal. Undead monkey perhaps? George, you've got cannibals and try to give us something we can use in the updated ride.") Then the writers came back and played paper rock scissors to determine the order of the various scenes.
And Cars was surprisingly endearing.
But the funniest part of the evening was when some little boy decided to use not the bathroom but the bushes next to our car. He got kinda freaked when Nick's flash went off. *giggle* Are we evil?
The next morning, bright and early (and hot) we were right back in the same lot for a swapmeet. I bought an old paper parasol, which really helped with the 100+ degree heat. Our loot also included a vintage (and unused) scrapbook, some dishes and a pair of really nice picture frames. At a produce booth, we picked up some onions, tomatoes, avocados and a pineapple.
Next we went grocery shopping. Is it strange that we really enjoy grocery shopping? And never do we go to the grocery store without stopping next door at the pet shop and playing with all the animals. A white ringneck parakeet fell in love with Nick. See? He's irresistable.
Nick and I spent the rest of the day tidying up and sweating.
Sunday was our Christmas party. I have lots of pictures, but for some reason Blogger isn't letting me upload them. Grrrrr. I'll find a way.
|Warning - The scariest thing I've ever seen.|
Lou said she felt a bit like a priest offering them communion. I promised her that next time we'd bring wine and pour a bit into the lake. I didn't mention that I'd seen a homeless man doing just that earlier.
By the way, Lou, I like your Nick. He appreciates all the right things about you. And I'm glad you like my Nick and his pictures.
I accidently hit a duck in the head. Opps.
I miss having a pet duck. I think Lou needs one too. Couldn't you picture it?
"I find that a duck's opinion of me is greatly influenced by whether or not I have bread." -Mitch Hedberg.
Cuteness (and teal) abounds in this picture of Lulabelle and Cocobelle.
Lola, in her new glasses.......
......... and on our wild night in Tijuana. (Totally faking.)