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I may get tired of the rest of my family.
But I'll never get tired of that cute face.

12.27.2008

Highlight of my day? Jadon in his diaper.

God, I love that kid. I held him for the majority of the night and for some reason he was particularly smily and adorable. To which my Papa commented "Oh, he's got her hooked now."

Entranced to say the least.

It makes me wonder, is there anything cuter than a baby in nothing but a diaper?

(For photographic evidence I'll put pictures up on my flickr account.. but I'm without my USB so give me a few days)

The Oh in Ohio

Last night, Christmas Eve, my parents, my two sisters and I crammed into the peapod and made the ten hour journey to Akron, Ohio. We do it every year and every year it seems as though the drive takes shorter and shorter- this time it took less than ten hours, sweet! Although I do feel sort of guilty about the trip.. I was incredibly comfortable, sprawling out over my two sisters, which in turn made for a very uncomfortable trip for Maddie and Manda Panda. Yea, I feel guilty... but not guilty enough to conserve my legspace and let them lean on me occasionally. I woke up pain free and it was worth all my selfishness.

We arrived at quarter to six worn out and not completely ready for Christmas to start. Took a little pre-Christmas nap. The aunts, uncles, and cousins arrived in time for a late Christmas lunch and presents. The entire present process took about three hours. Oh man.. Yea, we're one of those families that goes around and reads the cards aloud, passes around presents, gives hugs to every person that gave them a present, the works. But it was really nice to see my Ohio family; only see them once, maybe twice a year if I'm lucky, so getting to see them is a real treat. They're all like different versions of my Daddy; quiet and incredibly funny. What more could I want?

For the next week I'll be updating from the beautiful city of Akron, Ohio. Hopefully I packed my camera's USB cord so I can share a little of Akron's charm.

I don't like pointing out presents but Manda Panda gave me a really thoughtful gift.. I got them and was surprised because I had forgotten that I'd even wanted them! She's a sweetie. Beautiful new rock climbing shoes. They remind me of bumblebees. Or the Chinese women that bind their feet to make them smaller. I think I'm a masochist because I'm overjoyed about an overwhelmingly painful pair of shoes that cut off circulation to my feetsies. When I took them off after only wearing them for about fifteen minutes I could feel the tingle of blood rushing back to my feet. Let the fun begin.

Ryan, Adams, Ryan Adams

AT LAST!!!

Katie and I finally made our much-awaited trip to Fairfax, VA to see our mutual dream boy David Ryan Adams. After four hours of traveling and eighty-seven U-turns we made it! About eight miles outside of Williamsburg, Katie and I ran out of things to talk about and realized that we are in fact not compatible at all and should no longer be friends. We are currently in the same hotel room and not speaking to each other. Just kidding!

Really what happened outside of Williamsburg is that we got our hopes up, thinking that we would make it to our hotel by 5 PM. HA! Proved us wrong. After spending hours in traffic and getting lost a nice man with pigtail braids at the Border cafe gave us directions to our hotel... which we were less than a mile away from. The boys at Borders asked who we were going to see at GMU- when we were leaving Katie and I had a little giggle at the fact that we could hear one of them say, "Brian Adams, what??" Frustrated at first, on the verge of breakdown, we both got hot chocolates, calmed down, and made our way to the Patriot Center. Then it was all better.

We finally arrived. Our seats were pretty decent. Except for the annoying girl with giant hair that sat next to Katie and was quite a wiggle worm- would not sit still! Also, somebody threw a rubber band at Katie's head.. so we retaliated by doing the same to some other unknown in the crowd. AND some weirdo behind me petted my hair and back, it was quite odd.. but soothing to be honest. The opener, Matt Costas, came out and all the silly non-true Ryan Adams fans freaked out because they thought he was the real deal. Katie and I knew better- we patiently waited until the love of our lives was standing less than five hundred feet away. In all the excitement I accidentally on purpose grabbed Katie's boob which turned out to be the highlight of the trip... for me, but quite the opposite for the person who shivers at human contact. His voice was amazing. They had a really good set, lots of variety- I really enjoyed myself. After Ryan Adams Katie and I were not interested at all in the prospect of seeing Oasis so we made our way back home.. to the Courtyard Marriot. But on the way to the car we noticed the tour buses.. and don't think we didn't stop and consider waiting in the zero degree celsius weather in the woods by the tour buses for Ryan Adams. Apparently it was the annual conference for Asians in Virginia this weekend because I'm pretty sure Katie and I are the only white girls staying in the hotel. After check-in Katie and I got some din-din where we had the strangest waiter in the world.. and since the hotel bar closed at ten we made a pit stop at the local grocery store to get some tasty treats and beverages. What a wonderful night.

Highlight of Katie's trip.
Waking up to this. My hearts nightie and electric blue knee socks.




Most commonly used phrases:
1) What the hell?
2) GD!
3) S'no big deal.
and finally...
4) RYAN ADAMS!!!!!

cow

You Should Learn French

They always know the right thing to say.

he writes it for me

"whatever you are

or would like to be

being that

like that

built up like so many bricks to afternoon

light

i am that

that light

inside for

a second

when you do that trick where you read my 

mind

as if to say

hello mister

you are indeed

worthy of a lust

inside

and 

out"

-R.A.

The Good Ol' Days

David and I were reminiscing at work tonight.

Remember these shows?

Just to name a few...

Sigh...

Cheers!

Sunday night I finally got to see the much-awaited Happy-go-Lucky at the Naro; it was tres cute! I even got a date at the last minute, score! My Daddy, who probably just came for lack of nothing better to do, can be a pretty tough critic and even he enjoyed it. I'm not much of a critic myself so take from what I thought of the flick what you will. I liked it for three main reasons... 

One- the accents. If you know anything about me at all you know that I'm obsessed with accents. Personally, I like to impersonate the Kiwi dialect from time to time. I even go so far as to answer the Naro telephone when the feeling hits with this particular accent; one lady even asked me if I was Australian, to which I replied "No way! Kiwi, thank you very much! They say "park the car" we say "park the car" the accents are completely different." So listening to Poppy and all the characters in Happy-go-Lucky was music to my ears.

Two-the wardrobe. The wardrobe that Poppy wears is ridiculous! The movie starts out in a club scene so you think "Ok, she's just wearing those crazy clothes because she's out and about." Think again! It never ends! So bright and colorful; Poppy was pretty much every gay man's wet dream. 

Three- it was totally random. There's no real story line, except for the sub-story of Poppy and her driving instructor Scott. Depending on your worldview this is one of the most true to life movie plots ever because it's just a random progression of events where nothing really matters. Poppy takes a dance class. Poppy does trampolining. Poppy goes to the chiropractor. Poppy visits her sister. Poppy meets a boy. Poppy befriends a homeless man, etc. No real conclusion or wrap-up to the story. It just ends. With plenty of loose ends to be tied up.

Me likey.

Dammit, Owen!

Owen showed Katie, who subsequently showed me at work, the video "Shoes" by Kelly (aka Liam Sullivan) on youtube. It's so silly it's hilarious. Save me all your "I like intelligent humor" bull, it's funny! I couldn't help myself, later on I looked up more videos by the guy who made "Shoes" and I found this little gem. Once the actual "Let Me Borrow That Top" song starts it's not as funny, but the first four minutes are pretty hysterical. "The organic vegan girl on girl sandwich tour has been postponed due to lack of sponsorship..."

'Tis the Season

..for being greedy. Long gone are the days of wanting nothing but your two front teeth. Hello to the only time of year where wanting a ridiculous amount of things is perfectly acceptable, even asked for; I'm definitely jumping on this bandwagon! But don't you worry your pretty little head, I'll make it simple, just one thing.

Dear Santa:

Get me THIS!

Oh yes, that's right, the beautiful yellow Schwinn Madison 2009... and it's a fixie! I'm in Heaven. Who needs a boyfriend when you can have this much fun between your legs?

P.S. Santa, I feel like I have a shitload of good karma coming my way sometime soon so if you are feeling generous then I wouldn't mind getting this either.

I Swoon...

I am so stoked about my upcoming mini-roadtrip with Katie. Ryan Adams is opening for Oasis (they're back together?! my thoughts exactly) December 20th in D.C. Even though Oasis is the headliner we're totally going for Ryan. I mean how could you not love him? Tall, dark, handsome, killer musical ability AND tattoos? My everyman for sure. Ok, so he may have not gotten such an awesome review in the latest Paste Magazine but I like what I hear and I know I'll like what I see so it's an obvious choice. Go see the boy. We've gotten our tickets and hotel room booked, Washington, here we come!

The hotel room booking process was a little annoying to say the least. Katie: "My hotel person was in India, I could hear bomb noises in the background!" Photographic evidence of this momentous occasion.

Laundromat Date Night

If there were anyone who ever knew best how to procrastinate, it's yours truly... Case in point, I usually (okay 9 times out of 10.... ok, always) let my hamper fill and fill until I am left with no clothes. Yea, I'm one of "those people." To make matters worse, my washing machine is completely screwy. The water trickles in, seriously takes more than an hour to fill it up! I think if I listen hard enough I can actually hear each single solitary drip. I just don't have the patience, so lately I've been making weekly trips to the laundromat. I will give my laundromat it's dues, all in all as laundromats go the one in Ghent is not too bad. Saying that, it's still a laundromat; complete with the people who won't quit staring at you and the faulty change machines. So you can imagine my excitement when I finally found a buddy to do laundry with! Monday nights are now laundry date nights with my girl Katie! I get so much accomplished. My gossip quota is met, my clothes are all now Tide-fresh, and afterwards we get dinner (tonight I had the delicious Ten Top creation, Black Bean and Corn Chili, yummy!). Jealous?