Fun Fun Fun Fun

Since it's almost friday please humor me and watch this video. Watch it until the end. And then go around all day singing "front seat back seat which seat do i choose" like I do. Seriously. Once you have been inspired by the awesome lyrics you can spend hours a day making up your own. If you get any rad ideas and make your own you tube video and become the next Beib-miester you will owe me half your riches because I shared this awesome-ness with you. Enjoy!

Toot Toot

So I was so overwhelmed this year with the thought of buying gifts for everybody that I had a mini meltdown. The older you the get the more people you know which means more people buy you gifts or make you treats which means you or I have to buy more gifts and make more treats. I love it. I really do. But at some point it gets a little rediculous. I decided to make a few gifts this year but I couldn't find any patterns that really caught my eye. So. Get ready for it. I made up my own pattern! Not to toot my own horn or anything but toot toot. I need to acutally take pictures of people wearing some of these skirts because they are much radder on a real live bod. Love it.

Howdy Ya'll

I have come to realize I'm not so much of a blogger in the sense that I like to read other people's blogs, I just like said other people to read my blog. If you are like me and are a skimmer because people write so dang much and you get bored and only really like to analyze every one's pictures and covet outfits and new hairdos ( I have offended a few by my lack of blog reading depth) then skim away my friends because I have ten million pictures and I will probably say something incredibly witty and hilarious about each and everyone. I won't be offended. Maybe a little. But not really. Go ahead. Skim away.

Poops and I recently went to Texas. Hence the "howdy ya'll". And yes people really say stuff like that there which makes me want to be a southern bell sipping sweet tea-minus the tea-on my huge white front porch in my huge rocking chairs even more. I swear I was meant to be born Scarlett not Jessie. Ballsie had to stay home because as many of you know she is a teenager now, a teenager who plays sports, and I guess coaches think that means that these girls are their teenagers, not ours, and they therefore need to spend every waking minute including Christmas break with them not us.

I let Matt make the travel arrangements because, let's be honest, I was having a little mental breakdown about the whole thing. I like things to be easy and when they aren't easy I just say no thanks and move on. Matt is an investigator and will find a way to make it work. Matt got us tickets out of PDX. Great I think how will we get up there? We only have one car and had to leave it home for Molls and I didn't want her to drive us up there and have to drive back over the scary mountains and thru the woods all alone. Matt's solution? Ride the Greyhound bus of course! Gasp. Mental breakdown round two. It was all that I imagined it would be.

This is us waiting in an awesome line with awesome people to get our tickets. The whole building smelled like smoke. There were gangsters, I'm sure that's what they were even though Matt insists they weren't. There was a confused lady with mad chin hair. I chain smoking dad with lots of tattoos who couldn't control his children...one of which was named Jesse...I thought I was getting yelled at for 4 hours.

This my friends is what was at our feet. The used towel was the icing on the cake. I had the best posture I've ever had because I was scared I would get some unknown disease if I let my head touch the seat. I went to the back of the bus to try to use the bathroom, but the boys just out of some sort of rehab informed me that they "wouldn't use no greyhound bathroom if I was a chick...just one sit on those seats and you'll get an STD and I ain't kiddin" Yikes. Guess I can hold it.

We got on the bus in Medford. We stopped for "lunch" in Central Point. That's 10 minutes away from the bus stop if you drive slow. Awesome dad with crazy kids said I should smoke now because there won't be another stop for awhile...what he meant was there wouldn't be another stop until Roseburg...a hole hour without a smoke is tricky I guess. While we were stopped for "lunch" for 45 minutes I took the opportunity to buy some rad new hand sanitizer. It sprays and it rocks. It was gone in two days. Good thing it was a two pack.


We survived inspite of all my fears. Hello Texas!

Spence and Sara wanted us to feel like we were on a "real" vacation. Because going to see them just to see them is not enough I guess ; ) They sure did a good job. We had a blast. The first day we went to these beautiful Japanese gardens to feed the koi fish and walk around. Pretty huh?

We went shopping at La Cantera. It was also beautiful. I felt like I was in some tropical shopping paradise. It's a good thing I wasn't alone because I could have spent some serious time there.

These are my rad new celebrity wannabe sunglasses that cost me a whopping three dollars. Never mind that I look like a bug. Three dollars!

Matt and I went on a date to get lard burgers at Longhorn Cafe. If you ever happen to be in San Antone and want the best burger of your life you should go to Longhorn. Only don't call them lard burgers when you order...apparently lard in burgers is not as uncommon as I think.

After our fill of lard burgers we went to a Spurs game. My fav part was people watching and dreaming about getting nachos. I love fake cheese nachos. I was bummed I ate my whole lard burger because I had no room for fake cheese.

"Go Bucks" That only makes sense if you are Sara and I don't have the time to explain all our awesome inside jokes. "Oh dear"

We went to look at the lights on the Riverwalk after the game. Pretty much the most awesome feeling ever down there. I wanted to live there. In my Southern Bell house I'm going to have big trees like these with awesome hanging lights so they look like weeping willows. Love it.

Matt talked and dreamed and talked about getting some real cowboy boots because, just like me wanting to be a Georgia Peach, Matt fantasizes about being a real live cowboy who has guns and horses and rad boots with spurs. Well after hours, and I mean hours, of trying on boot after boot he finally decided on these beauties. He had to wear them home because they wouldn't fit in our bags. He rocked. A real cowboy said that they were good boots, now he thinks he needs to wear them everyday.

We went to the Nutcracker one night. Matt wore his boots of course. I had cheesy nachos on the brain since I didn't get any at the game. I waited in line twice for this nutritional treat only to get the last nacho boat. Cold. Gross. I only like classy fake cheese nachos and these were not classy.

Matt was hot and bored but I loved it. I was however very distracted by how it's possible for people to move their bodies like that. Dancing on my tip toes? I can hardly walk on my tip toes.

Addy used to like to wear my shoes. I guess Matt's are cooler. I have been replaced.

One of my favorite parts of the whole trip, aside from discovering HEB whole grain mac n cheese, was going camping on the beach in Corpus Cristi. Seriously. Amazing. Is that a fly I see? Oh no it's just Jessie rocking her new shades.

Sara wasn't kidding when she said we were camping on the beach. Not a campground by the beach. Can you even believe? Camping in the middle of December on the warm Texas coast.

Cute Addy.

Building our fire. Are you jealous? I am and I was there.

You could not keep this boy away from the ocean. He was in love.

We all slept together in one tent. Big happy family. It was awesome and cozy and this pic doesn't do it justice. We had a blast sitting around the fire, singing Christmas songs, eating junk, laughing and loving.

Good warm morning to ya

We packed up the next day and drove around to some different beaches. We saw dolphins and big turtles and got sunburned. Perfect day.

On our last day we went down to the Riverwalk again. We went on a boat tour and walked around the Alamo and ate some Mexican food on the river.

This is a rad old cathedral. It's really fancy and really old and that's pretty much all I know about that.

This is at the Alamo. While we were walking around I saw an awesome little boy with red hair and freckles dressed up in a full on cowboy outfit looking at a Davy Crocket dvd. I said "hey-you are just the cutest boy I have ever seen! look at how cute you are!" And he said "Why thank you ma'am" And I said "how cute! you really talk like that! you are just so cute I can't stand it. Do you love Davy Crocket?" And he said "ma'am?" becasue I was rambling like a crazy old lady but seriously could he be any cuter? Then I asked him again and he said "why yes ma'am I sure do!" I wanted to keep him but his parents were there and probably wouldn't have allowed that.

"Ya'll can go to hell but I'm going to Texas"

All to soon our trip was over and we headed back home to stinky old Ashland. Boo. In Matt's awesome, I can make anything work, travel plans he booked us to fly out at 6 am - Texas time mind you. Awesome. Needless to say this is where mental break down number three comes in. We went to bed at midnight, we were up at three...recipe for disaster anyone? Good news is I only yelled at two people. And then once more when we landed and FINALLY got to eat. We went to Red Robin specifically because I knew we could get fries on the double. Newsflash. Teased hair girls at Red Robin will cause a fuss if you try to order fries right when you sit down these days. Luckily I looked crazy enough that she brought them anyways.

We had such a blast and it was a much needed treat to get away for awhile. Sure love you Texas Lakes.

Yes I am Mean

Balls had her first basket ball game last friday night. I must admit I was a tidge bored watching basket ball after so much water polo. Anyways, Molls is on varsity this year. She had a great game. At half time the athletic director came over to chat it up with Matt and made a joke about starting to charge us for all the time Molly spends in the trainers office healing her wounds. Ha Ha we said...so funny... as if we haven't spent the big bucks already fixing her up from last years season.

This is what Molly looked like at the beginning of the 4th quarter...

And this my friends is what she looked like by the end of the 4th quarter.

Tragic.

Poor dear. Her teammate threw her a pass that was a smidge too high. Molly jumped for it and when she landed she apparently forgot you have to put your feet down first. She landed right on her knee. Everyone in the gym heard it. Sweet. Matt and I rushed down to the trainers office to find the poor little soul. When we got there Molls was grimacing in pain while the physical therapist twisted and prodded her poor little knee cap. I had to leave the room. It was very sad. Once I gained my composure and Molly stopped crying I did what every good mother would do. I asked the trainers to move over so I could get a picture for my blog. They stared at me like I was crazy. I said I needed it to document. Blogs are very important you see. While Molly was fussing about not wanting to be on my blog when she looked so horrendous, I explained to her that it was my journal and she shouldn't sass me about such things. Plus, I told her, you will look rad and then you can tell your kids how ferocious you were. Then she rolled her eyes at me because she gets embarrassed when I talk like that.

Come on my little hobalong...that's what I have had to say ten mill times since then.

And if any of you doubted how awesome of a sister I am I went right away to the movie store and rented John Tucker Must Die from the grumpiest movie lady that's ever existed and then waited on her hand and foot for the whole weekend...partly because I love her and partly because it takes an incredibly long time for an injured to make an egg sandwich.

As Always...It's Been Awhile

This is a ridiculously vain picture update of all the awesome things we have been doing.

Molly is growing up these days...kind of sad. This is her and Matt before Homecoming...once again I wish I could chop her hair off and glue it on my head. Bummer.

This is Molly's date Adam...her and B-ryce broke up earlier this year. Gasp. They drove all the way from Albany to make it home for homecoming just so they could see all the nasty kids grinding on the dance floor. What gems.

In November Molly's H2O team made it to the state playoffs. She rocked as usual.

Fierce.

Overall the girls took 3rd. Way to go Grizz!

Molly got an award for 2nd team all state. If I played sports I might be able to understand what exactly that means. Maybe in my next life.

I am trying to compromise with Matt about having a tv in our room so I moved it to Molly's room...we have had quite a few movie nights since then. I am getting over tv in my bedroom withdrawals slowly but surely.

Molly is now a real live driver. I know. Scary. I don't know what is scarier that she is old enough to drive or that I have to ride with her when she does. It might give you some peace of mind to know she got 100% on her driving test and you better believe she reminds me of that everytime I try to boss her in the car...who is this girl?

Matt spent his Turkey day break painting our bedroom. I will have to unveil the final project just as soon as its done. Don't hold your breath.

Matt's favorite day: Turkey Bowl

I wanted Molly to be in my "look what we got on black friday" picture but she refused. I had to pretend. Rad boots huh?

Christmas tree hunting in my rad boots.

Matt and Molly picked the tree because I was driving everyone, including the helper boy, crazy with my indecisiveness.

Dollar Tree Angel still going strong after 20 something years.

Get ready for the cheese.....

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!