Holiday Weekend Wrap Up

I just ate Milk Duds and Sour Patch Kids for dinner while watching The A Team for the second time. It's pretty funny, you should see it if you haven't. My stomach hurts. And now I'm going to go finish Girl with a Pearl Earring. Friday we watched The Dark Knight and el DHT said I woke up around 2 a.m. thrashing and yelling. Most likely I was dreaming about the Joker slashing my face. Is it just me, or did that movie get twice as creepy after Heath Ledger killed himself?

Fourth of July was pretty good. More accurately, it was a bit of a bust. The parade in the morning was very commercialized, with only three actual floats. The temp never got above 70 and it put me into a depressive spin in the afternoon. Why does Idaho hate me and hate summer? Why does it have to be cold on Independence Day? People shouldn't want to buy hot chocolate instead of popsicles. It's wrong.

Later in the day Danny coaxed me off the couch and away from my beloved Spanish cooking channel and we made it to the fireworks/wannabe fair/who-can-be-the-most-white-trash contest in Idaho Falls.
We saw:
- a lady driving a motorized cart with food in one hand, while the other hand burped the cat wrapped in a blanket resting on her shoulder. Like a human baby. Please take a moment to fully visualize that.
- fourteen pregnant or still nursing teenage girls.
- various asians and mexicans who have adopted the signature stiff, ratted, extra deep side part Idaho hairdo.

The fireworks were good too.

Around midnight at the grocery store we sighted three unidentified--actually I knew one of them--BYU-I males trying, unsuccessfully, to buy wine without anyone noticing. They waited in the long line, clutching bottles against zip-up hoodies under which were surely hairless chests. All three were carded. I don't know what they were doing with a bottle of wine each. White Zinfindel no less. If you want to get smashed, maybe get something harder?

It's a Rexburgian Miracle

So it turns out that we have roses and daylilies in front of our porch. The roses were scraggly and barren all winter, twice I mistook them for an overgrown weed and tried to rip them out. Good thing I never finished the job.

The plant is a weird shape. Should I have pruned? I don't know, I'm just a renter who regularly polishes all the baseboards. They also look like poor man's roses, but I'll take what I can get. Especially here. If you click on the photo to see it up close, you can see a brownish smudge on the porch. That would be from when I got depressed this past winter and started blasting everything within arms reach with gold spray paint. 

One lone orange daylily.

We sat on our porch for good while tonight enjoying the fresh air, talking and eating grapes and brownies. (It was my night to cook dinner.) It stinks to be cooped up in an office all day long. Sometimes I feel like Pinky and the Brain with Danny. Me being Pinky, of course. If I weren't the one bringing home the bacon I would feel like a one of those not-so-bright humans I make fun of all the time. (You know, the ones that still write checks at the grocery, drive 25 in a 45, give their four-year-old a mullet.)

Baby bum for good measure. This is my naked nephew Asher. He likes to swim (hence the nudity). He is also anti-talking. He's stubborn and refuses to talk. I like that.

Also, is anyone else SUPER excited about 4th of July? I don't know what we're doing yet, but GOD BLESS AMERICA. 

Totally Awesome

Love these shoes. The heel is about 6-7 inches and the price is outrageous so I don't think I'll be getting them. Plus, I don't think Idaho could handle these babies. But thank you Dsquared for using your imagination. Nice that they come in both bootie...

...and sandal form--you can wear them all year round! 

I love bandage heels. Apparently people who tried these shoes on said they were comfortable! I can't wait to see pics of people wearing this shoe so I can live vicariously through them. However, I think cleaning the heel--especially in winter--would be worrisome. I'd spend the whole day trying to avoid puddles, snow, mud, etc.

Verdict: Worth it.

Seventh Grade Shame

I'm fairly sure no one is going to comment on this post, and I don't mean that in a reverse-psychology way. I mean it in a 'This post is gross' kind of way.

Today I woke up with a big, red, swollen zit on the top of my nose. One of those kinds that are deep and hurt. You know the ones. I massaged it with a wash cloth trying to get it to go down.

Didn't work.

So I packed on some makeup (concealer, foundation, powder, repeat) and went on my merry way.

By lunch it made it's debut. It had clearly doubled in size. The bugger was so sore! No more hiding under layers of meticulously applied makeup. And then, horror of horrors, it began to, you know, well... form a head.

Shame I haven't felt since seventh grade welled up inside me. How long had I been walking around like that before I went into the bathroom and noticed? How come nobody said anything? And then a more pressing question: Get rid of the beast and risk an even brighter nose than before, or attempt another cover up?

I rid myself of it. But there was nothing to do with the anthill on my nose that remained.

The first thing I did when I got home this evening was wash the little festering mound, and of course, my entire face. It feels so good to be makeup-less! And to have a pore refining mask on!

I get a few PMS flare-ups like anyone else, but never anything like today. At least not since seventh grade. I swear, if any of you reading this ever got a big zit and no one told you, I would. That's just the kind of friend I am.

P.S. You're all just lucky I decided not to put a picture on this post.

Happy Father's Day to Me

I have 58 cans of Diet Coke in the house. I am happy.