Ladies and Gentlemen of the Jury, Members of Parliament, Fellow Witches and Wizards,
We have reached that day. The day when dreams come true and hearts grow at least three sizes. The day of the Rapture.
ARE YOU READY TO MEET YOUR MAKER?!
*cue smoke, lights, and "Final Countdown"*
I joke and I kid. I'm not talking about that. I'm talking about the day when Ava hugs me MORE in a day than I hug her. Best. Day. Ever.
You may now resume your lives and start paying your mortgages again since, you know, the world IS NOT ending today.
Always willing to pop a balloon of ridiculousness,
Tiff
Saturday, May 21, 2011
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Charleston side note
So it was kind of cool to meet/chat with this guy (very briefly):
But I was really happy to have been able to get to know this guy a little bit:
He is good people.
But I was really happy to have been able to get to know this guy a little bit:
He is good people.
Care-Hoe-Line-A
All right. Now I feel okay blogging about Charleston.
Ava and I were out of town for like 3 weeks straight. My parents went to the Hong of Kong to see their bestest buddies who live there and I Shannon-sat because who the heck would leave a 16 year-old at home by herself for 10 days?? Although I think I kept things crazier than they would have been if Shannon had just been there alone but ANYHOODLE. Amidst all the out-of-town-ness I was madly gathering paperwork and criminal records and driving records and MBE scores for Danny so he can take the Michigan Bar Exam for his new job WHILST preparing and putting an offer down on a house. Oh. And Ava decided to cut 4 molars all at once. Crazy. But all-good-things crazy. Can't complain about that.
So once my parental units returned to their domicile I left my babe with them and went with one of my best friends, Reilly, to Charleston.
It.
Was.
Glorious.
Even just the plane ride alone with the option to sleep or read or DO WHATEVER THE HECK I WANTED BECAUSE I HAD MY LAP TO MYSELF was beyond-words relieving. The city was absotute-ly beautiful and the weather was perfect. Reilly's cousin, Jen, lives down there and has a house in downtown in which we stayed. Since her cousin lives on Sullivan's Island, about 20 minutes from downtown, we had the place to ourselves. And she decorated it BEAUTIFULLY. I felt like I was staying in a magazine:
Our days were leisurely (sight-seeing, shopping, and beaching) and our nights were spent having fun with Reilly's family. Jen has four boys and we did a lot with them, including a couple Riverdogs games. They're the minor league farm team in Charleston for the Yankees. The boys' dad owns the team so it was fun to get special treatment (okay, okay. Their dad is Bill Murray. They're a pretty big deal. WINK).
One of the games lasted until 1 am - the fog rolled in shortly after it ended.
Mascots of any kind creep me out. And the germs! OH the germs!
Pralines are legitimately delish. And southern.
If you ever go to Charleston YOU HAVE TO EAT AT HYMAN'S. It was delicious. Except that my body hated me afterward because I could not resist the gluten. Hush puppies and whatnot. BUT I DON'T REGRET IT.
The architecture was amazing and the people were actually very polite.
The homes were ridiculous (I didn't take this photo)
And there was beautiful wrought iron work everywhere.
I would go back in a heartbeat.
Ava and I were out of town for like 3 weeks straight. My parents went to the Hong of Kong to see their bestest buddies who live there and I Shannon-sat because who the heck would leave a 16 year-old at home by herself for 10 days?? Although I think I kept things crazier than they would have been if Shannon had just been there alone but ANYHOODLE. Amidst all the out-of-town-ness I was madly gathering paperwork and criminal records and driving records and MBE scores for Danny so he can take the Michigan Bar Exam for his new job WHILST preparing and putting an offer down on a house. Oh. And Ava decided to cut 4 molars all at once. Crazy. But all-good-things crazy. Can't complain about that.
So once my parental units returned to their domicile I left my babe with them and went with one of my best friends, Reilly, to Charleston.
It.
Was.
Glorious.
Even just the plane ride alone with the option to sleep or read or DO WHATEVER THE HECK I WANTED BECAUSE I HAD MY LAP TO MYSELF was beyond-words relieving. The city was absotute-ly beautiful and the weather was perfect. Reilly's cousin, Jen, lives down there and has a house in downtown in which we stayed. Since her cousin lives on Sullivan's Island, about 20 minutes from downtown, we had the place to ourselves. And she decorated it BEAUTIFULLY. I felt like I was staying in a magazine:
Our days were leisurely (sight-seeing, shopping, and beaching) and our nights were spent having fun with Reilly's family. Jen has four boys and we did a lot with them, including a couple Riverdogs games. They're the minor league farm team in Charleston for the Yankees. The boys' dad owns the team so it was fun to get special treatment (okay, okay. Their dad is Bill Murray. They're a pretty big deal. WINK).
One of the games lasted until 1 am - the fog rolled in shortly after it ended.
Mascots of any kind creep me out. And the germs! OH the germs!
Pralines are legitimately delish. And southern.
If you ever go to Charleston YOU HAVE TO EAT AT HYMAN'S. It was delicious. Except that my body hated me afterward because I could not resist the gluten. Hush puppies and whatnot. BUT I DON'T REGRET IT.
The architecture was amazing and the people were actually very polite.
The homes were ridiculous (I didn't take this photo)
And there was beautiful wrought iron work everywhere.
I would go back in a heartbeat.
get out your flux capictors, we're going back to the future
So I just sat down to blog about my trip to Charleston with Reilly and realized that I never blogged about our trip to Utah in March for my SIL's wedding. What the....?? Who AM I? A lazy keeper of her blog, that's who.
It was a fabulous trip and we had lots of fun and April got married and she was a beautiful princess. The end.
More specifically, Ava and I went out about a week early to spend some time with my friends and family and then Danny came out for the wedding festivities.
Quality time with G&G Gray
They have a playhouse upstairs that's Ava-sized.
Ava LOVED rolling around with Grandma. Heck, I would love it too!
And theeeeeen we played with the Wittwers. In Nelson's Grandpa's cabin. In Midway.
(Side note for those who are unfamiliar. Lauren here, is my super best buddy-friend-quazi-sister-soulmate. And she is newly married to Nelson (pronounced Nelt-sin). End of side note.)
They're not baby hungry AT ALL. Fra fra fra.
Lauren creepily holding my child through the sweet 70s stairs.
Hahahaha and in the same room as the sign was....
THE BIGGEST BATHTUB I HAVE EVER SEEN
Lauren sits like a toddler - flat-footed squat.
Classic us.
BABY LOVE
Caught Lauren singing our classic rendition of "High on a Mountain Top" (it's a loud, old-lady-in-church kind of rendition) to Ava
And Ava's reaction...
And more good times...
One of my friends had a GIANT lamby on her floor (Ava sleeps with a little lambskin every night) that Ava rolled in for like an hour
Angry clouds over Timp
Playing with Nana Armstrong
Wedding dinner getting CRAZY UP IN HERE WITH THE PREGNANT LADY
At the wedding
Yeah. It was fun.
It was a fabulous trip and we had lots of fun and April got married and she was a beautiful princess. The end.
More specifically, Ava and I went out about a week early to spend some time with my friends and family and then Danny came out for the wedding festivities.
Quality time with G&G Gray
They have a playhouse upstairs that's Ava-sized.
Ava LOVED rolling around with Grandma. Heck, I would love it too!
And theeeeeen we played with the Wittwers. In Nelson's Grandpa's cabin. In Midway.
(Side note for those who are unfamiliar. Lauren here, is my super best buddy-friend-quazi-sister-soulmate. And she is newly married to Nelson (pronounced Nelt-sin). End of side note.)
They're not baby hungry AT ALL. Fra fra fra.
Lauren creepily holding my child through the sweet 70s stairs.
Hahahaha and in the same room as the sign was....
THE BIGGEST BATHTUB I HAVE EVER SEEN
Lauren sits like a toddler - flat-footed squat.
Classic us.
BABY LOVE
Caught Lauren singing our classic rendition of "High on a Mountain Top" (it's a loud, old-lady-in-church kind of rendition) to Ava
And Ava's reaction...
And more good times...
One of my friends had a GIANT lamby on her floor (Ava sleeps with a little lambskin every night) that Ava rolled in for like an hour
Angry clouds over Timp
Playing with Nana Armstrong
Wedding dinner getting CRAZY UP IN HERE WITH THE PREGNANT LADY
At the wedding
Yeah. It was fun.
Monday, May 16, 2011
Friday, May 13, 2011
On why Sarah Palin is the only person I could crush in a political debate
I don’t really enjoy talking politics. I enjoy watching other people talk politics but I have a word vomit issue when someone wants to engage in these types of debates with me. It’s embarrassing so I really just like to keep. my mouth. shut. I don’t study up on/enjoy reading about super detailed political wah wah wah on a daily basis (although I will study up when there is voting to be done), I just like to know what’s going on generally. I guess you can lump me with mass of ‘Mericans that have a couple issues about which they feel strongly but don’t have an opinion about everything.
So really, I am doing you a solid by not fully engaging you in your attempts to sway my political opinions in a 3 minute conversation (because LBH, guys. That’s what you’re trying to do. ) Otherwise, you would end the conversation with a lower IQ and a hankering to learn French because you are sure I would have made more sense if you spoke French.
Here’s an example of my political brain. I was listening to NPR yesterday while they were talking about the upcoming 2012 presidential race. My thoughts were as follows.
I wonder if Obama, or any first-term President, gets upset at his presidency being upstaged by the speculation and campaigning for the next presidential race. I know I would. I would slam doors and scowl at people and scream at my chief of staff that he was ruining my life.
Is that….? Does he…..? Does this political correspondent have a lateral lisp? He totally does! And I can’t take him seriously because of it! I’m pretty sure that makes me a horrible person….
Newt Gingrich is running? Does he realize that he won’t get elected because his first name is ‘Newt’? Who names their son Newt? Probably the same type of people that name their son Jimmer….
At least I don’t feel the need to word vomit about politics all over national television (see: The View).
YOU’RE WELCOME.
So really, I am doing you a solid by not fully engaging you in your attempts to sway my political opinions in a 3 minute conversation (because LBH, guys. That’s what you’re trying to do. ) Otherwise, you would end the conversation with a lower IQ and a hankering to learn French because you are sure I would have made more sense if you spoke French.
Here’s an example of my political brain. I was listening to NPR yesterday while they were talking about the upcoming 2012 presidential race. My thoughts were as follows.
I wonder if Obama, or any first-term President, gets upset at his presidency being upstaged by the speculation and campaigning for the next presidential race. I know I would. I would slam doors and scowl at people and scream at my chief of staff that he was ruining my life.
Is that….? Does he…..? Does this political correspondent have a lateral lisp? He totally does! And I can’t take him seriously because of it! I’m pretty sure that makes me a horrible person….
Newt Gingrich is running? Does he realize that he won’t get elected because his first name is ‘Newt’? Who names their son Newt? Probably the same type of people that name their son Jimmer….
At least I don’t feel the need to word vomit about politics all over national television (see: The View).
YOU’RE WELCOME.
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
kai won xiao
You know what's awesome/kind of infuriating about China and Hong Kong and a good portion of the rest of the world? The haggling for goods in the open-air markets. It's awesome when you get a really good deal on something that is actually of pretty high quality but it is annoying when you overpay for a piece of junk.
My parents just got back from a fabulous trip to Hong Kong to see their best friends, Brad and Katie, who live there. Now, my sister and I were able to see Brad and Katie in Hong Kong about 2 years ago as well. Let me tell you a little something about Katie's sweet skills at the market - she is a champion haggler. The Michael Phelps of wheeling and dealing. It's truly a thing to behold. And you can bet my parents came home with some pretty sweet stuff (read: not junk) under her tutelage.
There isn't a whole lot of haggling to be done in America. We deal and discount and we offer and counter offer but it's nothing like China. We generally pay the price on the price tag or go the more polite, non-confrontational route of coupons! and sales! And you can get some pretty good deals that way too.
Pour example: I got a high quality unmentionable last week for $4.52 (orginally $32.99). I also got a highlight and cut for $10.00 (orginally $110.00). But the deal I am most excited about is this house:
We came in a good deal under the asking price. AND I JUST LOVE A GOOD DEAL.
p.s. my year of pictures has been drastically interrupted by a certain BABY who has gone through a ridiculous GROWTH SPURT and was able to reach the strap of my camera (where, just days before it would have been okay) and pull the whole thing off the table and onto the ground. yeah. that's an expensive fix so....maybe next year?
p.p.s. i am pretty sure that the title of this post is spelled correctly but I may be comically WAY OFF on that. if this offends you than you need to stop getting offended so easily.
My parents just got back from a fabulous trip to Hong Kong to see their best friends, Brad and Katie, who live there. Now, my sister and I were able to see Brad and Katie in Hong Kong about 2 years ago as well. Let me tell you a little something about Katie's sweet skills at the market - she is a champion haggler. The Michael Phelps of wheeling and dealing. It's truly a thing to behold. And you can bet my parents came home with some pretty sweet stuff (read: not junk) under her tutelage.
There isn't a whole lot of haggling to be done in America. We deal and discount and we offer and counter offer but it's nothing like China. We generally pay the price on the price tag or go the more polite, non-confrontational route of coupons! and sales! And you can get some pretty good deals that way too.
Pour example: I got a high quality unmentionable last week for $4.52 (orginally $32.99). I also got a highlight and cut for $10.00 (orginally $110.00). But the deal I am most excited about is this house:
We came in a good deal under the asking price. AND I JUST LOVE A GOOD DEAL.
p.s. my year of pictures has been drastically interrupted by a certain BABY who has gone through a ridiculous GROWTH SPURT and was able to reach the strap of my camera (where, just days before it would have been okay) and pull the whole thing off the table and onto the ground. yeah. that's an expensive fix so....maybe next year?
p.p.s. i am pretty sure that the title of this post is spelled correctly but I may be comically WAY OFF on that. if this offends you than you need to stop getting offended so easily.
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