Thursday, November 18, 2010

Birthday extravaganza 2010


Videos and photos (in no particular order because I am having a beer and can't figure out this damned blogger...) of 1) Dylan swinging from his bed ZOMG after telling me, "Hey mom, come look at THIS!"

2) Me telling him we're going to the circus, and him saying, "oh.. can I bring my DS?"

3) Unwrapping presents and us all singing Happy Birthday.. It's like you're there! Ok not really...

enjoy.

OH WAIT. I can only load one video at a time.. I SHALL LEAVE YOU IN SUSPENSE UNTIL NEXT TIME. hahahhahahaha (evil cackle).. hah.. heh.


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Friday, October 29, 2010

Well hello there...

[said in smooth, Tom Brady/David Hasselhoff-eque voice as I turn in my chair towards you while wearing a red plush velour smoker's jacket].. "how are you?" [Lionel Richie's "Hello" is playing in the background] [I DON'T CARE IF YOU DON'T KNOW IT GOOGLE IT AND YOU'RE RUINING MY FANTASY].

SO, because my birthday has been an ongoing festivity at my workplace (I'm that loved.. for real. I've had many ask me how old I am and so many people are surprised that I am 25 which makes me feel good because they claim that I come across as much more mature than 25. HAHAHA If they only knew, amiright?

Anyhoo, I just thought I'd throw that out there because sometimes or, ah-hem, all the time I would like to appear older than I am, and then people ask me how old my kid is (inevitable) and I'm all, "He's going to be 7 in a few weeks, WHAT?" One co-worker made a comment alluding to the fact that I've likely been busy in the past 7 years what with having a kid and going to school and told me, "Good for you!" and I don't know if she meant it but it makes me feel good. Look how far we've come, baby. It's weird to think that I'm this person that most people would have looked down on, yet HERE I AM in a pretty decent job with a pretty decent degree and all [cue fist pump a la Jersey Shore]. Sorry to be so boastful but it's not often I feel so proud of my accomplishments and I guess I'm getting sentimental in my old age.

Completely unrelated: So, I have not talked to my mother about the laptop SITUATION (hahah another Jersey Shore reference DON'T YOU MISS LIVING WITH ME!?) because, well another situation came up. I am officially like the worst daughter ever. Supporting point #212321: Here is a chain of e-mails that took place between 3:20 and 6:55 pm today:

E-mail 1: "Ticketless Travel Passenger Itinerary" (my mom to me)- [showing that my mom has booked a flight to arrive here at 6:05PM Friday 12/10 and depart Sunday 12/12 at 1PM in order to see my graduation ceremony which I had previously told her was on Saturday 12/11]

E-mail 2 (Me to my mom): I forgot to tell you I just found out that my ceremony is at 10 AM on Sunday 12/12... I don't know how to write that without it sounding like a sarcastic joke but it is true! Sorry :-(

E-mail 3 (my mom to me): How long do you think the ceremony will last? I'll change my ticket to a later departure.
Love,
Mom

E-mail 4: (me to my mom): ?


AND THAT IS WHY MY MOTHER'S HAIR TURNED GRAY WHEN I WAS 16.


And without much further ado, HAPPY HARVEST CELEBRATION.. er.. HALLOWEEN! (OMG someone ELSE told me about how their church was having a harvest celebration because they don't "do" Halloween.. where the kids will dress up in costumes, receive candy in bags, and "celebrate" the "harvest.." WTF you don't DO Halloween? Oh, you've done Halloween yo..








Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Ikea!

Please share your thoughts... Before:

After:


Our room (not the best shot, they look better in person AND I will be attaching the cords to the wall so they are pulled straight):

In Dylan's room:

And finally, new centerpiece:

The end.

Saturday, September 18, 2010

Ch-ch-ch-chaaaaaaanges

At the risk of this becoming all "OOH LOOK WHAT I SPENT YOUR MONEY ON WHILST YOU WORK YOUR BUTT OFF OUT THERE..." I present, our new bed:




Anddd how the bookshelves look now (MORE ORGANIZED):



And, because I'm just cleaning all the pictures off my camera, here's a shot of Dylan on Crazy Hair Day at camp:



And one of Monty when he was giving me a crazy eye:


I don't think I'll ever turn this into something more than "Here's a bunch of random pictures that I don't even attempt to string together in any kind of story or form.. but enjoy anyways!"

xoxoxox.

Monday, July 26, 2010

Dylan sings Justin Bieber.

video

To console you: Yesterday Dylan was head-bobbing to "Karma Police" in the car.

Sunday, July 25, 2010

I'm a little too excited about this:

OMG ARE YOU JEALOUS!?!?!? I'm eating them RIGHT NOW.

Who lives here?

A (sassy) super reader does, that's who! Dylan earned this for reading 15 books (so far). AND a coupon for a free kids meal at both Buffalo Wild Wings AND Rainforest Cafe. Perhaps we shall use them when you are here in 5 MORE WEEKS.

Sunday, July 18, 2010

This (1/2) week in photos:

On Thursday it suddenly started raining so hard that in the time it took us to run the ~150 feet to our car from the store we were so soaked we looked like we had gone swimming in our clothes:



On Friday we spotted the clown car but oh wait I cannot upload a photo from my cell phone on here because I am technologically illiterate. On Saturday Zimmerman decided he's NOT TAKING NO SHIT FROM NO ONE:





AND on Sunday we made rainbow pancakes and OH LOOK awww it thinks it's people!



My flowers are going to die because I can no longer go on the back porch to water them because this treacherous beast has taken up residence and OMFG it's spinning a web and what if it has babies!? I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DOOOOOOOOOO:





SERIOUSLY..it's not like I can wad up some TP and go kill that monster. WHAT IF IT JUMPS!?!

Sunday, July 11, 2010

Why is it the $1 toys are always the ones he ends up playing with?

Dylan spent, oh, 45 minutes playing with his ring from the pool. As exemplified here ("It's a picture frame!"):

















And... here ("It's a skirt!"):










Annnnnd.. here ("It's a necklace!"):









Just in case you were wondering, here is what our living room now looks like:


Fin.

Saturday, July 10, 2010

Just a thought.

Hey babe, how about I post pictures of Dylan here, so you can watch him growing up even though you can't be here? I thought it might be easier than sending e-mails with tons of pictures all the time. (AND here's one of uh, Zimmerman..)



I can start with Dylan's swim lessons, as soon as I remember to bring my camera.