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Saturday, November 21, 2009

Crazy Delivered: Straight to your doorstep

Thursday was a busy, busy day. I appreciated that. I was excited ALL DAY and it would have made it horrible if I'd been watching the clock.

So around 7PM I headed out to meet up with my girls. And can I just take a minute and say that for me, the whole Twilight business is really about MY GIRLS. It's all bonding all the time when we're talking Twilight. Jen, Kathleen, Mama R and I have all loved doing this together. I'm so glad I caved and read these books.

So yeah, 7PM, dinner with my lay-days. We hit up Jason's Deli in our "Edward Prefers Brunettes" t-shirts. Mom and Abby are blond and if I had thought about it I would have made them "Emmett Prefers Blondes" t-shirts. Next time, chicas. At dinner I swear I was so excited that I ate super fast and gave myself a wicked case of indigestion.

After dinner we hit the theater at 8:30 where we met up with more people. Chase and Eric joined us as well as BFF Steph and a few of Jeni's girlfriends. We proceeded to stand/sit in line (me subjecting everyone to my griping about my indigestion - sorry!) until 10PM when they let us into the theater. We couldn't really tell how far back in line we were, so Jen starts literally BOOKING IT into the theater. Partly to be funny, but I think partly because we weren't sure if we'd get good seats. But it wasn't necessary. We got awesome seats all together. We were a large group so there was some worry we'd have to break up. Though, Chase and Eric did choose to sit by themselves apart from our group. I'm not sure what they were accomplishing with that. It just looked questionable. And for those who know Chase, yes. He did bring his laptop so he could stare at spreadsheets all night long. That's my monkey man. Boatloads of FUN AND NON STOP ROMANCE! OOOOOHHHHHH!! Ladies, he's taken.

Two hours of girl talk later the lights went dark and a lot of screaming commenced. And after 45 minutes of trailers I think they finally decided to start showing the freaking movie.





I know I said it would require a TI-82 to figure out how many times I would see this movie. I was wrong. It's going to require something more sophisticated. A complex set of algorithms and a couple spreadsheets at least.

There was less cheese, more muscles, better action, less blue tint to everything, and (somewhat) less awkwardness. Bella may have even smiled. And I don't think I saw her bite her lip once. NOT EVEN ONCE! The werewolves were fantastical, Edward was swoon city. Jessica Stanley made every scene she was in, per the usual. Rosalie was actually drop-dead (pun intended) gorgeous! Chris Weitz did a phenomenal job, overall.

My only gripe? Not enough of this guy. Sad face!


See why he's my favorite???? Good gracious!

And now! The crazy!


IMG_2298 IMG_2299 DSCN2930  DSCN2927 DSCN2924 DSCN2923 (see Chase sitting on the floor below me? See Abby's sad face at not having a t-shirt?)

And, I had to tag this on. It's hilarious.

Friday, November 20, 2009

I know you're all waiting for me to bring the crazy...

But if I'm the one so obsessed, why do you keep checking my blog?


Wednesday, November 18, 2009

So close...yet so...far...away


Emmett, you're going to have to stop calling me. Listen, I'm a happily married woman! With children! I know, I know. You find me beautiful, alluring, and incredibly intelligent. Yes, the word sexy isn't strong enough to describe me. I get it. But, you know, there's got to be someone else out there for you. Other fish in the sea and whatnot.

So hang in there, kid. I have a feeling things are going to turn out for you in the end. Somehow.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

If you forgot about this website...

You'll want to revisit it. And don't forget it next time. I'm sick of always having to remind you of things! What am I, your mother?!

And just so you know that I'm not ACTUALLY spending all my time on the Internet, you should know that my house looks amazing right now, Miles is on the mend, my carpets are freshly steam cleaned and I had the most delicious breakfast involving spinach and tomatoes. So there.

Enough of my justifications! Just go here!

...and when you're done you can go here and check out the latest on the New Moon Saga. I swear I've never seen that website before today. Stop judging me!


Monday, November 16, 2009

This is it.

The week has finally arrived and 12 year-old Anna (12 YOA) is beyond excited. To celebrate 12 YOA will spend some time doing things like, watching countless clips online when I should be steam-cleaning the carpet - because, let's face it, no 12 year-old steam cleans carpets; going to Jen's house tonight to watch a couple MTV New Moon specials; making a customized New Moon t-shirt; making said t-shirt at my Twilight Watching Party on Wednesday night with a boatload of friends (side note, will be serving "Blood Red Velvet Cupcakes" for Team Edward and "Puppy Chow" for Team Jacob); wearing a clock around my neck Flava-Flave style on Thursday so I know exactly how much time is left until 12:02 AM.

12YOA is going to have a good week, it seems.

Though, 29-For-8-More-Weeks-And-Cherishing-Every-One-Of-Them Anna is going to have to step in occasionally to do things. But I'm going to try to keep it to a minimum.

Also too? Saw THIS guy on Saturday night, which made my heart happy.

I used this clip for a few reasons: 1. You get to see how funny he is when he plays live. He's freakin' hilarious. 2. you get to see his sparkly red guitar strap, which I was admiring during the show. And 3. because he played this on Saturday and it's one of my absolute faves. If you've never heard of Rufus, well now you have and you should consider yourself accountable for this priceless knowledge.

Cool story from the concert: It was held at Bass Performance Hall, which is one of these places where rich, old people get season tickets and attend everything. So it was fun to have so many of them in the audience for this particular event. Rufus may or may not have been what they were expecting. So anyway, one of these rich, front-row-seat season ticket holders happened to make her way to the upper galleries where we poor (read: normal) people were sitting. I guess her husband decided not to attend the event and she had a ticket to give out. She saw a teenage kid in skinny jeans and chuck taylors sitting by himself and offered the ticket to him. I watched with complete envy when he disappeared with her, only to have my envy escalate into green-eyed monster jealousy when I saw him re-appear with her. She was LITERALLY front row, center. Like, 5 feet away from Rufus when he was standing with his guitar. In the end, though, I decided this kid definitely deserved it. I mean, if you're a big enough fan that you're willing to come to a concert completely by yourself, you deserve to be hangin' with the sugar-momma in the front row. That's all I'm sayin'. Cheers to THAT kid.

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

To the Super Heroes

Dear Scott, Jerry, Karl, Dad, Grandpa, Uncle Jimmy, Uncle Randy, Uncle Mike,

I love you. And today I want to say thank you. Thank you for believing in this gorgeous, amazing country enough to want to defend it. Thank you for believing in our constitution and freedoms enough to want to defend them. Thank you for putting yourself on the line time and time again so that I can sit back and enjoy the fruits of your labors. It is no small task to serve in the armed forces. Leaving behind loved ones to go fight in a war or conflict simply because your country is requesting it of you is nothing short of heroic. Though, it is cool that some of you can literally fly. Let's be honest here.

To the wives of the above (Christy, Sara, Chrysta, Mom, et. al),

Maybe a bigger thank you? It's hard to decide who deserves it the most. The men who put their lives in harms way or the women who bravely stand aside and let them do what they feel is their duty. The women who manage to keep house and home together so that when The Soldier returns he has a soft place to fall. I've been blessed to watch some of you through these days, weeks, months and years of deployments. I've seen as you've come through them with grace and, most astonishingly, a deeper conviction of the rightness of your partner's path. The days are certainly not easy, and the nights are absolutely harder. The questions from children, the tears of goodbyes. You bear it all because YOU BELIEVE. You believe in your spouses' ability to effect real change in the lives of others. The sacrifice you make is equal in greatness, and I just don't think you will ever receive enough thanks.

To the Armed Forces at Large,

Thank you. I don't know you and you don't know me. But we have this great country in common. And when I see you in the airport I have to hold myself back from hugging you, my gratitude is so overwhelming. And, you know, that would probably be awkward for everyone. But really, if I could send each you a pan of brownies (and I make REALLY good brownies) I would do it. Because you deserve it.

In my home we really believe in super heroes. Some wear capes, and some just happen to wear Camo.

Edited to add: You can see some great pics of my military family at my SIL Christy's (aka SUPER TROOPER MOM) blog here. She's got my bros, bro-in-law and dad. All current or former military.


Sunday, November 08, 2009

Oh, and another thing...

These guys are going to be huge one day. I just feel it. I stumbled on their "single ladies" cover one day and fell in love. You heard it here first. (maybe)

Friday, November 06, 2009

We're camping this weekend...

But all I actually want to do is sit around in a thick cable-knit sweater, sipping herbal tea and listening to this.


Thursday, November 05, 2009


Just wanted to get that out there. That is all. Go about your day.


*Where's my Team Emmett shirt?

Monday, November 02, 2009


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We trick-or-treated for a full 90 minutes. Sophie walked every stinkin' step of the way. And I'll be honest and say that I was kinda hoping she was going to get bored/tired/distracted by candy after the first couple of houses so that I could just take her back to the house. But no. Sophie wanted to prove her mettle and she would SHRIEK every time I tried to pick her up. She was SO tired but just wouldn't give up. By the end she was struggling to walk up the ramp parts of the sidewalk (you know, where it slopes up from the street), her legs were so tired! But would she let me hold her? Nope. Her little pumpkin got so full because people were letting her grab as much candy as she wanted. We had to keep emptying it out because it was too heavy for her to lift. She screamed every time we emptied it and kept screaming until more candy was put back in it. By the end of the night she was a MONSTER. (how fitting) She would walk up to a house and people would duck down so she could pick the candy she wanted and she would literally SCOWL IN THEIR FACE and belligerently  grab as much candy as she wanted. It was both hilarious and horrendous.

As for the boys, they are seasoned trick-or-treaters. They rocked the neighborhood. At one point Miles did embarrass us by looking at the proffered candy bowl and saying, "Um no. I don't like that." And then staring at the man as if waiting for him to go find something else he would like. That was pleasant. Miles also wanted to stay at the door talking to everyone. I literally had to pull him away from almost every door. He's just a friendly kid...

And now we have 20 tons of candy. I've been trying to convince Chase to let me donate it to Operation Gratitude, but he's not buying it. He has some pretty incredible willpower and can limit himself to a specific number of candy pieces per day. I, on the other hand, have no such willpower. For me it's a simple math equation. Me + Giant Bags of  Halloween Candy = Gaining Forty Pounds in Two Weeks. So I'm going to keep working on him...I'll let you know how it goes.