Sunday, May 15, 2011

So I just wanted some ice cream cake

But the best part of a DQ ice cream cake is the gel topping. So how do you maximize that?

By pretending that you have twins, that's how! The awkward questions and comments about how parenting twins must be hard, and how old are they and whatnot is just a small price to pay.


Saturday, May 14, 2011

Things We Actually Do

Because it's probably time to show more pictures of my kids or something like that.

I've decided that Kentucky is a lot like Boise. But greener and hillier. But still way too many people.

But I think that's the Sandpoint in me talking. See?

Living there taught me that it's better not to have neighbors (even if they own hot tubs). You want to know how I know? Because ours recently hid drugs in our basement and we had to call the police at like 1 AM. <---- True story.

And this is the least ghetto place we've ever live. Proof.

See that? You can tell it's upper middle class because all our neighbors have the exact same tree, planted in the exact same spot in their front yards.

We have the nicest mailbox though (take that Joneses).

Except for the three huge bumblebees that guard our mailbox now. I bet my neighbors love watching me get the mail. It's like a whole pounce and attack dance I do every day.

We went on a date the other day. Our first since our cruise. And by "date" I mean we went to McDonalds for ice cream and made our children sit all the way across the restaurant from us.

Then thankfully our friends (what we have friends now? I know, it's kind of nice) took pity on us and we went on a real date. That's Cincinnati behind us, and that is the Ohio river. I never realized it was like a huge mud puddle before.


Thursday, May 5, 2011

Terrorist Tuesday

No it's not Tuesday, but that just has such a nice ring to it, doesn't it?

I've always wanted to be waterboarded. I know that's weird, and it's absolutely not an invitation. But I'm immensely curious. I hear it feels like you're drowning. But that doesn't make much sense, because I've been swimming before and in the process have been fully immersed in water while I'm not breathing. I'm pretty sure that's like drowning, too. It wasn't so bad.


Wednesday, May 4, 2011

In Case You Need a Laugh Today...

Best Lamebook ever!


Monday, May 2, 2011

I Just Need to Brag to the World

So some people do crafts, some people clean, other people play with their children or bake.

Not me. I've spent the last three years (no exaggeration there) trying to figure out how to link my archives to a different page.

So please click on my archive link at the top of this blog and then tell me how awesome I am.

Because my family doesn't think so...


Sunday, May 1, 2011

Disappointing Day

This is what Jerry Seinfeld had to say about the royal wedding:

"You know, it's a dress-up. It's a classic English thing of 'let's play dress-up. Let's pretend that these are special people.' "

Ouch, right? But let's not pretend that we all weren't thinking the same thing...

I'll admit that I watched it. Not 12 hours full of commentary (nor was I tempted to buy a new commemorative fridge), but I did see a 5-minute clip of the highlights. Here were my impressions...

1. Kate's entrance - why didn't I get to walk down the aisle? To a thousand adoring fans?

2. the vows - ummm why don't I have an English accent?

3. the cake - holy brilliant - two cakes? Seems so obvious now!

So to make myself feel better, I decided to look up what the monarchy does in England. The first line of wikipedia said that while they can vote, they shouldn't because they're supposed to remain neutral.

Ummm...what? So the only thing I thought they did, they can't do. I have more political sway than the monarchy.

And I'm a Libertarian in Kentucky.

So basically I'm better off.

And besides...I did marry a prince!

*And this is where I'll eventually post a picture of Rust playing Prince Charming in his high school play. I'm just currently much too lazy to go dig through our basement and scan in a picture.

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