For Bob

Some unsolicited advice: If your cleaning routine (or whatever other routine you have) needs some pep, try L.E.S. Artistes by Santigold or Walking on a Dream by Empire of the Sun. I spend enough time cleaning that I have several Pandora stations dedicated as "high energy cleaning mixes." Nothing wrong with a little booty shake while you're scrubbing the bath tub. Don't imagine that.

This person, on the other hand...

...has not been doing much cleaning lately. This is Paige's room. She moved to Rexburg. So did Ian. So this is her room before we gave it a little makeover. I'll post 'after' pics as soon as I get around to taking them.

As for my bedroom makeover, I haven't gotten very far. I'm still trying to work out the living room. It's hard to collect pieces you love and have them all get along.

Sunburned my neck this afternoon. Went out by the river with Danny, Paige, Ian, and Ian's Korean roommate GP, and barbecued and hung out while Ian and Danny fished. Nobody caught anything, of course. But it's still warm here (80's people! I couldn't be happier.) so we had to take advantage.

Let Me Tell You One Time

What is the cure for Bieber Fever? More Bieber? Or going cold turkey?

Because I am BURNIN' UP!

He's a cutie with a whole lot of innocence and a healthy dose of awkward. Adorable! And he's gotta be cool because he signed with Usher, right? By the looks of this video, they are homies 4 life.



Justin's got some moves (Usher = personal dance coach, remember?), sings love-y, respectful songs about girls and has girls HIS OWN AGE in his music videos. And he travels with his mom. No bump and grind. No poppin' bub in the club. No thug life for this teen pop star.

One more for your viewing pleasure. Just watch it and try not to smile.



It doesn't hurt that he looks like my little brother. Which means I've got the Fever in a non-romantic way. Get it straight people.

The Original Justin Bieber

vs

Ian the Bieber Impersonator (sorry about the pic quality, I had to crop one of his prom photos)

Too bad Ian can't sing. I think he could make some moolah on the side by impersonating Justin Bieber and singing at 12-year-old girls birthday parties. 

Rug in Action

Le rug. 

We are still needing--need, need! Not want I say!--a real coffee table, side table(s), lamps, art to fill our frames, and some element of a dresser/storage/stand type thing that we can put a tv on. Who has the money for all that at once? I should look for a sponsor. 

 I won the work lottery today! Which means tomorrow there will be a new 21.5" iMac on my desk! And it also means I will be doing lots more work on it... And keeping the clunky PC at my side too. 

So. I know you've all been wondering what I got my mom for Mother's Day. Answer: Lady Gaga's cd Fame Monster, of course! Hey, before you go passing judgement, she specifically requested it! I'm not forcing my music taste on anybody. Yesterday I get a phone call from her and all I heard was "Caught in a bad roooommmaaance!!!!!!!" blaring from the speakers. Like daughter, like mother.    

Runway Friday.

Is it bad that I sometimes think of the long hallway at work as a runway?

Occasionally, I'll find myself strutting--just a little--and I have to take a step back and say to myself, 'Whoa. You're at the work place. Tone it down.'

Speaking of runways, is anyone watching ANTM this season? I really liked Ren at first but then I realized she's really boring behind all that red lipstick. Glad she's gone. And Anslee? I can't wait for her to get voted off. She's such a know-it-all.

Beverly Hillbillies 90210

The truth: We ghetto-ed it up last weekend. Again. 

We ran down to Ikea in SLC to get some couches for the second weekend in a row. Not exactly our idea of a good time but what do you do when only one couch will fit in the car, and shipping them would cost more than the couch itself? 

We twined the couch in, then used bungee cords, then bungeed the hatch down all during a random blizzard that lasted just a few hours. Freeway noise aside, just the wind whipping and rattling the plastic packaging on the four hour drive home made us both want to permanently plug our ears. I told Danny we were the "Beverly Hillbillies 90210." I couldn't remember which was the hick show so I melded the two. Having never seen either, it's an easy mistake to make. Of course, he made fun.

Beverly Hillbillies 90210: A little drama, a little scandalousness, and a whole lot of white trash.

The finished product + some art I want to replace + the Persian rug I now dislike. It's hard being fickle.

Okay, so the second one isn't a couch but a loveseat.

I think they look great for being from Ikea, and the fabric wrinkles will go away quickly with use. I love the fact that I can slip the covers off and wash them, or just get a new one for when I'm feeling especially fickle.

On an unrelated note, I blew out the speakers in the back of my Camry listening to Lady Gaga. Whoops. To my credit, the volume dial never indicates if it has reached its max. Listen to Monster, Alejandro, or Dance in the Dark--you'll blow your speakers out too! Love Gaga.