A Tasty Treat

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For those of you who are still not watching, Glee, I give you a preview of tonight’s episode.

Gah! Finn’s spastic dancing and Kurt’s lady-fabulousity and Artie’s popping wheelchair wheelies and Random Football Player #2’s breakdancing! If I could, I’d marry this show. Unfortunately it’s not legal to marry television shows in this country, but just you wait, Congress! I will prevail! Equality for all!

I guess until then, I’ll have to be content with making out with my television when no one is looking.

What?! What did I say?

For the love of all things good and holy WATCH. THIS. SHOW. 9/8 Central on Fox. Please.

Because if this gets cancelled or something because not enough viewers are into a musical dark comedy that routinely does songs by Bon Jovi or Journey (or Rhianna or Beyonce or Queen), then I will lose my shit. Totally.

A List of Sorts

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Things I’m In Love With Today:

Love Mash Up

(clockwise from top left)

1. Puppies, especially ones that I get to play with and then leave behind for their owners to deal with late at night.

2. The rock-chalk chant! Go Jayhawks!

3. Old irish guys playing jigs in nifty caps.

4. Breakdancing in subway cars (amazing shot via NYC + KC)

5. Frye Boots

6. Glee!!! If you’ve never seen this show (blasphemy!), you must click here or here or here…and trust, you’ll love too.

7. Autumn colors and orange decorations.

8. Family-style football games, including Grandpa’s and Uncle’s coaching, and one unruly ballerina.

9. Small treasures. Rocks and flowers and grubby little hands.

One to Remember

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On Friday, Lucy and I walked to her school, where she picked me a few weeds flowers for my desk, which I put in a plastic cup. Then Trent, always the overachiever, had these delivered to my office….

Guess what just showed up at my office?!

…and I squealed and smiled and grinned and giggled like I was turning seventeen, instead of twenty-seven.

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That evening, I was lucky enough to have a certain friend who refused to let my birthday slip by without celebrating in the company of the loveliest girls on the planet.

My Birthday Dinner

Girls who cannot only look gorgeous, but also indulge the crazy in me….

Crazy Girlies

…and make me drink disgusting shots until I whine, cry and make sad faces….

I always look so confused...

…and who still act like they know me, even after I drop an entire beer on the floor of a bar….

Breakdancing

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Then, after a day of rest and visits to the petting zoo with some wonderful friends and their kids…a surprise afternoon at an amusement park….

9/20/09

…where I screamed my head off on a patriotic-themed roller coaster (Trent dared me to scream Ooooobbbbaaaaammmmaaaa on the way down, but instead I just stuck with the high-pitched wailing that I’d been doing all day), totally beat Trent at a shooting game where I ended up winning a life-sized yellow monkey, Trent won an acoustic guitar (I know, WTF?) and then we had a caricature done with our prizes….

A girl, a boy, a giant yellow monkey and a guitar.

Guys, I’m pretty at twenty-seven. For reals.

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Thank you to everyone for making my day(s) ah-may-zing. I love you all! And you too! And you, who left me a message with my own personal song! And you, who read me a poem on my voicemail! And you, who sent me an ecard saying I was less crazy than Michael Jackson! Even if it’s totally not true.

Conversations with a Nine (NINE!) Year Old

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My sister’s triplets turn nine-years-old today, which I’m in denial about because that means I’m nine years older than when they were born. Which is totally unreal. So I’m just going to pretend it’s not happening.

I spent most of my Saturday hanging out with my niece, who at the ripe old age of nine has learned how to properly roll her eyes. It’s glorious. And just in case you thought sarcasm skipped a generation, I recorded some of our conversations to somehow incorporate into her wedding video or graduation toast when she’s older. Because I’m her favorite aunt, and favorite aunt’s live to embarrass their kin.

Her: My mom said I couldn’t paint polka dots on my wall.
Me: Wow, sucks for you.
Her: Yeah, so I gave her a new nickname, “Spirit Crusher.”
The Mom: What?
Her: Spirit Crusher!!!!

Her: This scary guy walked in on a kid from our school in the bathroom. It was gross.
Me: Some people are so weird.
Her: You said I was weird.
Me: Well, you’re a good weird.
Her: What’s the difference?
Me: You’re weird, but I still like you.
Her: Oh. You’re weird too.
Me: Thanks.

Her: Why do you call yourself a nerd?
Me: Remember what I said about being weird?
Her: Yeah?
Me: Well, I like being a nerd. I’m a good nerd.
Lucy: Mama, you a NEEERRRDDD!
Her: {rolls eyes and looks at me}
Me: Um, yeah, well. Whatever.

Me: How do you like my new haircut?
Her: You look, um, different.
Me: Good different, or bad different?
Her: {Pauses, thinking} Good different.
Me: Nice save.
Her: Thank you.

You may be wondering why I have no conversations with the boys? Well, because they spent most of the day begging me for quarters to play the video games at the arcade and the other half playing football/kickball/baseball/dodge-ball/wrestling/testosternone-scares-me games with my husband. At one point my brother-in-law asked if they could have Trent over for a playdate once a week. Which further solidifies my argument that Trent is actually a nine-year-old.

A Recipe for a Proper Goodbye to Summer

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Take one part a Friday evening full of laundry
Two parts a three-year-old’s first ballet class
Sprinkle in a surprise visit to see some favorite cousins
Add a dash of a Jayhawk football game
Mix in a David Sedaris book and glass of bourbon (optional)
Pour in one cup of Kansas City Irishfest and one ticket to an inflatable bounce house
Add in the premiere viewing of a new office space
Stir with equal parts of farmer’s market visits (adjacent to new office space)

Take a break from cooking to enjoy a cherry limade on a street corner

Return to stove with some amazing in-laws who bring flowers and food
Add one husband, grilling up a storm for his last summer cookout
Combine with several bottles of wine, and a new song called “I Like Tequila”
(written by your husband and father in law)
Bake at 350 degrees or until a Julia Roberts movie comes on TV to distract you

For dessert, combine one part in-laws who take your kid all around town in the morning so you can sleep in
Add one closed Costco store, which can be substituted with one trip with your mother in law to the mall
Mix in a makeover session at Sephora with one adorable top from Banana Republic
(optional laughs over buying pantyhose)
Complete dish with one three-year-olds bathtime

Sit down with a glass of wine, a bad movie, and your computer

Savor your life

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