Paris is nice

I ran into a friend's mom who told me what her daughter was up to.
"She got into a Hollywood party and met Paris Hilton and Brittany Spears and 'Paris is really nice.'"
At that moment I realized I honestly don't care.
I've had friends run into famous people.
A friend of a friend's uncle is Chuck Palahniuk. My friend got to spend some time with the writer and talk to him about his books. I was very interested in any insider information. What jobs did Palahniuk have that gave him ideas or knowledge?
But essentially Palahniuk is a man I don't think about, unlike Hilton and Spears which are in every grocery isle and slapped all over the internet.
But when someone I know actually met them I realized I don't care about these girls, not even a little bit.
I wouldn't want to met them. I don't feel like anything they do is important.
I didn't have an honest response to the mother's statement. I think it must have been 'neat' and we moved on from there.

But I really wish I could have responded, "Who are they? I've never heard of them."

Giving Spencer what he wants

Adia gets a Sesame Street podcast once a week.
This last week featured Cookie Monster which made Spencer go nuts.
I didn't think much of it cause there are a lot of things that make Spencer giddy and excited. Try taking him into any store he will pick out 4 things he NEEDS and like 10 things he badly wants.
He finds his giddiness over a blue monster hilarious and has asked me several times if I plan to tell his family how delirious Cookie Monster made him.

I'm going to step it up; Here you go Spencer a blog post about your wacky reaction to seeing your beloved childhood icon.

Here is my post:
Adia and Spencer watched a Sesame Street Podcast featuring Cookie Monster. This got Spencer excited.

Experiment outcome; messy

My mom is really into science. Sometimes she likes to do experiments which is why she must have had five kids, so she would never run out of test subjects.
One fine afternoon she offers my sister some hot tea.
My older sister happily drinks up and decides to go to the store with my mother. Once in the store, older sister barley made it to the toilet where she emptied her colon.
My mother finished her shopping and stopped by the bathroom to pick up my sister where older sis was sobbing.
Mom: Ready to go?
Ol' Sis: I *sniff* think I'm dying. I don't know what's going on
Mom: Oh good the tea works.

Apparently it was a cleansing tea.


I think this is why Mormons are suppose to stay away from tea it's so they don't pull theses experiments on their children.

Spencer was drawing pictures of vikings. I told him to draw me as a hot viking girl.
Here is Spencer's drawing. Next to this hobo slob picture is an illustration of a hot viking I created. Clearly I am the winner and superior artist.

Trash Baby

Adia found our trash can.
I really should have figured out that she would try to get into it. She is exploring everything so when I wasn't looking she pulled the trash down finding some deliciously stale rolls that I had thrown out.
She excitedly bit into them and discovering they were rock hard cried for me to make it better.

My baby's first dumpster dive.

Now I hide the trash can in the closet.

The Sex Talk

When I was about 8 my grandma gave my older sister and I the sex talk.

"One day you are going to meet a guy, and you're going to like him. He's going to take you up into the woods. He's going to want to, and you're not going to want to. And if you don't come across he's going to leave you there."

My sister and I still discuss this. What were we suppose to do? Come across or be left? Which was the route she was encouraging?

I think my grandmother may have been trying to get out of work. She made over 100 quilts each year for unwed mothers and would make well over 300 dolls each year for needy children.

Still, come across or not to come across.

Every time I visit my family I feel that I am in competition with lil' sis.
Mom: I think lil' sis's eyes are bigger than yours. Stand side by side. Let me see...oh definitely lil' sis!
Then my mom marvels at lil sis' ability to match colors.
Mom: Look how that blue shirt matches with the blue in her jacket!

I want praise and attention! me! everyone read this blog and tell me I'm funny!

I'm jealous of the girl whose life motto was "I'm Chrissy in training!"

Doppelganger

Spencer and I had two friends in Utah that we always dreamed of hooking up. Since I don't need to tell you their names I'm going to make up names. Her name is Strawberry-pop and his name is Rexalicious.

Strawberry-pop and Rexalicious didn't know each other and were not friends. Both were single.
I tried on several occasions to get them together but Strawberry-pop was one not to be crossed. If she felt like she was being set up on a date, I would probably end up being tied to the ground with a room full of babies. (If this analogy seems a bit foreign just borrow someones baby for a while and let them crawl around by your face. They dig their tiny little nails everywhere, especially eyes mouth and nostrils, and they are remarkably fast to hurt you.)

Spencer and I moved to Bellingham and we found a man who looked and acted remakably like Rexalicious. In fact his name was even Rexalicious. Wanting a Bellingham version of our Utah friend we quickly invited him over. His wife was named Strawberry-pop! She was just like the Utah Strawberry-pop--she loved to watch horrible TV and knew it was horrible TV. She liked musicals minus most Rogers and Hammerstein. I had so much fun with Strawberry-pop that I didn't even realize I was with Bellingham version it felt like the real thing.

Please be on the look out for my doppelganger. I bet she's awesome.

What About Thad?

Did anyone see that movie, What About Thad? It's this really old Mormon movie where this boy get corrupted by evil hippies. Spencer's never seen it and I'm trying to find it so he can watch it.
My friend Sachiko wrote about stalking, This reminded me of my favorite game. When I exit the freeway I won't turn on my turn signal until the person in front of me does. Coincidentally, most of the time the driver and I will have the same places to turn so although I don't actually follow them it looks as though I am.
This sort of thing would terrify my mother so I assume it would to other motorist.
Wile driving the dark wooded freeway to Bellingham I noticed that for at least 7 miles I had been following an SUV. It was taking all the turns I do so I just turned my blinker when they did. I must have really freaked them out. They pulled into my apartment complex, and quickly turned their car around to face mine.
Spencer now finds this game amusing.

I'm a feminist trust me

Last night Spencer and I were talking about the bad connotations the word feminist has.
It seems that some girls are afraid to be pro fems.
I must have ranted a bit too much and frightened Spencer, because later that night he started a conversation like this:
"Do you think the guy who invented.. or girl, girls can invent things too."

There's snow in Bellingham.

Sometimes Spencer and I pretend to do the things Adia does, like we'll kiss eash other the way she does it (really gross big open mouth.)
After a while of imitating her Spencer said, "Poor Adia, She doesn't know her parents are in the other room making fun of her."

Thanks for ruining the fun Spencer.