3.31.2012

Swirly

"The swirl looks so good, but I don't really like that flavor.
I'll probably get the swirl."

                              - J.A.N.

80 Degrees!

It's the type of weather that makes you want to go tubing but then you realize that the water comes from snow melt and you freeze your ace off.

3.30.2012

Skinny Love

"Do you want to go to the Feist/Bon Iver concert at RedRocks?"
"Yeah... and take a big ol' nap?" 

3.29.2012

Uncouth

We've been made aware that some readers think any quotes posted on this blog have been posted by the person who originally said them. We would like to clarify that that would be Lame. To write something you said and then give yourself credit. Please, know that all quotes are typed and posted by the person who was tickled pink by hearing the words - not by she who first thought them up, failed to realize their offensive quality, and chose to speak them through caveman gestures, emails, texts, or vocalizers.

"I'm Alma."

You don't have to read The History of Love because it's not that good. I took a picture of the part that IS good. You're welcome!

3.28.2012

Lentil

My coworker said she gave up sugary stuff for lent and her energy has gone through the roof!  Just the thought of giving up sugar depresses me and makes me want to lie down. 
                                                                           - B.A.B.

3.27.2012

The Wet Bandits

Remember when your family got their first answering machine and everyone was warned to never record "Sorry, we're not home right now, but please leave a message." Because the person calling would hear that and come rob you because you so stupidly told them you weren't there to defend your home. Technology is so scary


"They're gone!"
"How do you know?"
"I called their house phone."

Jade

Good news, she's still as adorable and good-sounding as ever.

3.26.2012

Might be the most delicious thing on the whole damn planet

Chocolate covered strawberries are awesome. But, as BAB so daintily showed, they are not a sensual food. Add that to her list of things she's not allowed eat in front of a boy.


3.22.2012

I thought having a boyfriend meant you didn't have to do this shit

Go figure. The first time I have to change the tire by myself, my boyfriend is standing over me, slave driving me. You'd think that my wearing a dress and no underwear (I like to feel the springtime breeze!) and having a strong able-bodied male at my side would have immediately exempt me. You'd also think by the way I'm cranking the jack that I'm left-handed. Neither proved true. Luckily I had ESP (emergency sweat pants) and the strength of two men in my left biscep. I changed that tire.

3.21.2012

Sacajawea did not say "G'day, mate."

Me: "The answer is Ayers Rock. It's also called Uluru, which is what Aboriginis named it first."
Idiot 1: "But people forced the Indians to change the name."
Idiot 2: "It's Native American, Khoa."
Me: "No it's not."


7th graders are so dumb.

3.20.2012

Give her a gold star

I swear, people aren't proud of you until you have a boyfriend. You can do anything and they don't care, doesn't matter.
                                         - B.A.B.

3.19.2012

Krusty the Clown

You'd never think you'd feel like the oddball by not wearing sideburn-curls and a babushka hat.

Eff you, John Elway. Ye know not ye do.

 Is nothing sacred! Let me tell you a little story about the time Tim Tebow was at a church camp and all the older guys started a weight lifting competition. Tim was a very competitive, driven kid and as second to last guy, he knew he'd have to make it a good one. The number to beat was 40. Tebow did 400.

Are you kidding me? That's the type of guy we are going to give away. There's an even better story about him bringing his broken dog back to life, but I don't think any of us deserve to hear it.

3.18.2012

IRA4LIFE

We hope your St. Patrick's day was full of swearing like a sailor, drinking red wine all day long, 7-letter word bonuses, laughing so hard at dinner you start crying, getting ditched by a bunch of boys, playing abusive card games, late night ghetto carbomb, youtube clips of Michael Flatly's Lord of the Dance, cheeto fingers, dancing your way to self-checkout lanes, spying on shirtless guys digging holes at the park, and napping in that park with your BFFL (with your heads downhill). It's what the Irish have been doing for 2000 years. We like to keep it traditional around here.

The High Dive

Jumping off the high dive gives you plenty of time to scream.  JAN and I faced our fears once and possibly never again.

  It wasn't unlike horse diving.

On the bus

Time and again I hear a dude, who I assume to be homeless, talking about his wife.  

Then I can't help but think, "Does she, too, carry around a dirty backpack and a dog on public transport?"

JAN and I are responsible adults who buy tires for our cars.

And spending that kind of dough pisses us off.

3.16.2012

Keepin us real

Bab and I believe we're capable of doing all sorts of amazing things as long as we're able to be a team in the deal. For example, peace corp, raquetball tournaments, hotdog eating competitions, mutton busting, tallest lady in the world, and more recently Dual Slalom Snow Downhilling. For a wild moment, I thought I'd enter the bike race on my own because there were very few ladies entered and the payout was good. But thank God I didn't enter. That course was steep! Bab said had I entered, she would have seen how nervous I'd have been and said, "It's ok, you don't have to do it." That's the kind of best friend you want to have. One that encourages you to bail on things because they're challenging. YET, we are positive that we would have signed up, IF we could race on a tandem.

"And they're walking their bike down the mountain, in tandem."
                                         - pretend announcer a la TJ


Where's the faith?

3.14.2012

3.13.2012

Poppin' Wheelies in the p.a.r.k.

Last week, I don't know what got into me (probably a combination of spring weather, new yayco bike frame, and cute boy watching) but I decided I'd pop some wheelies at the park. I was doing just fine and then! Then I didn't land on the pedals and they cheese-grated my shin! Geez. That's what I get for showin' off for my boyfriend. In the words of George Strait in his monumental roll as Dusty-the-fed-up-with-all-the-lights-and-the-smoke-country-singer, "What a neurd."
[photo was taken a week later, after I finally shaved my yetis]

3.12.2012

It struck him that there was one more thing to do: to find a lady to be enamoured of. For a knight errant without a lady is like a tree without leaves and a body without a soul.

We have a friend who went on a quest last night to win back his fair maiden! I sorely hope he succeeded and offered her his hanky as a token. Keep the fairy tales alive!

"Buzz - your girlfriend!

WOof."

"Did you eat a whole clove of garlic?"

Yes, I did. Last night I channeled my grandma Virginia and put raw garlic into the stinkiest and most delicious salad I've ever made. Although a strange sensation, I wasn't surprised that the raw garlic burned my mouth a little (after that one time I chopped garlic for pad thai and tried to put my contact back in... Holy mother... the burning... I couldn't even begin to open my weeping eye for a whole minute). What was surprising was how bad my breath smelled - because I have a blessed cold the smell never reached me, but the taste has remained with me until this morning! So, I guess I will continue to eat garlic sporadically, knowing now that it keeps both vampires AND boyfriends at bay.

3.09.2012

You are not Bronco material.

No, Peyton Manning. No!

Thanks, public library.

Truth. This wild lioness was spotted walking with an abandoned newborn oryx. Neither had a herd of their own. Scientists observed her for two weeks and found she overcame the struggle between predator vs. mothering instincts to become this baby's mama. The lioness' milk was not the right nourishment for the baby, and the lioness couldn't leave it to hunt, yet they stayed together as they slowly starved. She would clean the baby and it would snuggle against her. One day, she was forced to hunt and another lion killed her baby as she watched, powerless. After that, she returned to hunting like a normal lion. But, in her lifetime, she would adopt five more abandoned baby oryx. Then one day, she disappeared.

ohhh, my heart. 

3.08.2012

You can keep your hazel eyes.


Robyn, referring to my eye color, "The green and the blue blend to make a lovely shit-brown."

3.07.2012

Little known fact


Today is ol' Beanfull's birthday! It's fun having a best friend who leads the way through time. And here's something I read once that I liked and would like us to embrace this year, to learn to use the passions of our hearts to love on this world in a powerful way. That's my wish. And as BFFL, it's my right to make a wish, too.

Happy best day, birthday friend!

3.06.2012

How are we so cool and why do we deserve a posse?

1. I'd say our coolness can be attributed to a love of hot springs, beer, hilarity, and racquetball

2. And the only reason we deserve a posse is because one sucker is willing to be in it - we'll take her!


Our posse is in the sparkly dress.  she has shorts on underneath.

My last fuel injected cherry.


Honorable Stockpile

Here's a list of what I'd have in my mormon stockpile:

1) Green Tea
2) Stinky cheeses
3) Carlo Rossi 
4) Crusty Bread
5) Chick-fil-a 6-pack nuggets kids meal
6) Plain frozen yogurt

And I know what you're thinking - what a shitty stockpile. That this wouldn't last me more than a night or two of the apocalypse. You scoff at the perishable items. But, if the cheese and wine are gone, I don't want to live much longer anyways; I'm guuuuud.

Oh yeah! One more thing:

7) BAB.



3.05.2012

It's only fair.


Because TJ gets Nyquil, JAN gets to have a nightcap, guaranteeing she gets at least 4 hours of sleep before having to get up to pee.

I'm ready

 for the new season of all-terrain putt putt. I found the perfect putter at the thrift store yesterday! Just as I was saying "I wish they had one of those crappy ones like at the putt putt places." Then I saw this thing, a shining star. Crappy. A little too short. Likely lead-based. And when I asked how much and he said "A couple of bucks" and I said "How many bucks?" "$1.98" I new we were m.f.e.o. The price was right... precisely two cents under my limit!

3.04.2012

The saddest little indian.

A kid drew this a while ago when I subbed for art. Could that little face be any sadder?! Not without breaking the rules of drawing only in the circle. Man, I love this. I tried to think about what in life ever makes me feel this sad, and it mostly revolved around that one scene when Littlefoot thinks he sees his mother, but he's just chasing a rock's shadow. Then he curls up with his tree star because his mother is still dead. (also, I feel this way when all the milk is gone).

3.02.2012

Every day is gray shirt day!

The cool thing about being a sub is that I never see the same kids twice. And the coolest part about that is not having to pick a different outfit every day! Aside from new underwear, Monday's outfit usually carries me through to Friday (wherein I switch to weekend outfit: ninja turtle suit). I simply lay the week'soutfit in a flatish manner on the hamper and blindly grab it in the dark morning. I might add some flare, like a bra, but nothing too fancy. Today, I'm wearing my Charlie's for a little extra warmth, but this grey shirt I don? I've been wearing since the beginning of the week. Day and night.

It feels so good to be doing something with my life.