That 70s Night

After being inspired by Hedy's dress-up night at Geek Prom, my true-blue fabulous friends and I decided that we needed a good old-fashioned dress-up night! We went geek-ish, but with a lean towards 70s chic, because let's face it, it's FUN to dress up in that shit!!

My hair went into "flip/feather" mode a little too easily...


Since my Shane is far far away, and Roger is dating my girlfriend Dianne and she is far far away too (in Utah), I told Roger that he would be my date for the evening. I even bought him a fancy boutineer:


My arms look like two slabs of ham in that picture. I don't even know if there is such thing as ham slabs, but my arms tell me YES.

Roger is throwing up some gang signs - apparently, the evening is brought to you by the letter 'W'

which is odd because Roger is from Florida, but he was feelin' WESTSIIIDE. Next on my other side we have Elise, who ROCKS because my middle name is Elise (OMG we're twins!) and we actually share the same birthday in March!! Now that is kinda coincidence... Last is Atticus, who is loving on his Blue Moon like a baby loves his milk.

He almost likes Elise as much as he likes beer. And if you know AC, you know that this is a BIG THING. How cute are they?

Almost makes me throw up a little bit in my mouth. JUST KIDDING. I am jealous because I am flying solo and I have no one to love on.

We went and had a lovely dinner at Copeland's... I had never eaten there before - it was okay. My stomache was a little stressed and all they have is spicy Cajun food so I just ate mashed brown sugar sweet potatoes. They look like baby shit but tasted pretty good:

Mmmmm... appetizing...

Elise ate Ducky Shrimp or Shrimpy Duck which was spicy duck and shrimp in a spicy sauce which was FREAKY! Only in the south do they come up whith flavor combos like that.

Trish joined us late in the meal and she was SO CUTE dressed in traffic-cone orange from head to toe. Go Trish!


She was concentrating steadily on her food.

We figured out later in the evening that Trish looked A LOT like an Orbit Gum commercial chick... "Dirty mouth? Clean it up!" was all she was allowed to say for the rest of the evening:


Trish is so tiny and adorable and she is married to JD, who is VERY TALL and huge and is the guitarist in this band:


"Missing Stateside" - they play 70s-80s-90s standards and they are most excellent.

Here we see JD and Roger having a tongue contest... Ummm, sorry Rog, you are NO LONGER MY DATE.

I am VERY IMPRESSED, JD. Trish is a lucky woman.

My tongue wins no contests. My chin looks giant, too, but you can see my rockin' flippage so well:

Oh yeah, and I decided to wear my tiara that I got at a yard sale last summer, too. I have been waiting for JUST the right moment to wear it.

My face was SO GREASY because it is like 100 degrees here every day... even at night. I swear.

You Can Stop Looking For It Now...

I got rid of the offending post, chicka... you can stop looking at it now.

September 24, 2006 is now GONE.

That is all.

Move on.

My Son Has Princess Hair

More stories from Seatown...

My 3-year-old niece Vivi is still the most fabulous girl I know... SUPER girly-girly and she is the absolute QUEEN and BOSS of her 3 older brothers and they love it.

This is Viv:


I talk about her all of the time because she is my surrogate daughter and I am gonna steal her someday FOR REALS.

When Stone and Tully showed up, she just assumes that she was in charge of them, too, and my boys were actually fine with this.

Vivi herding Stoney:




Vivian immediately decided that she LOVED Stone's hair. All of her brothers have very short hair, and Tully does, too, but STONE has long lucious lady locks... She would get close to his hair every chance she could and gently pet pet pet his hair...

One night, Stone had a sleepover at their house. He and his cousins were playing video games in the basement, and Vivian went and got her pink Little Tykes Vanity stool and plunked it down behind Stone and with comb in hand, she got to 'astylin...

Stone didn't mind the grooming, until after about an hour, and he reached back after she was tugging on his hair a little too much, and he realized that she had TWIRLED THE COMB INTO A KNOT IN HIS HAIR. Oooops.

As Vivian ran and hid, my brothr-in-law sat for the next hour and untangled the mess.

My sister called me and reported the story and it made me LAUGH. Especially since Stone's hair drives me INSANE and I wish he would let me cut it but he refuses and I don't want to be an UNCOOL MOM.

More Lego News:
Tully bought "Fort Legoredo" off the internet (it's an old set) and he assembled it and it promptly became "Fort Catoredo":





Tomorrow night some of my friends and I are going to dress up in our finest 70s regalia and go out for a fine fine dinner and then party like rockstars with the local band. I still don't think I'll be able to drink copious quantities because of my paranoia that something will happen to the kids, and I'm the only responsible parent in the COUNTRY so... it will probably be a dry night, but at least I can dress up...

I got a PLAID red formal, BTW... fuckYES!!

Anyone Wondering Where I got Tully's Name?

More picture from Seattle - This was a shopping excurion that Tully and I took to Bellevue Square (yes, I do call it BellSquare when I am amongst the locals) with the purpose of going to the Lego Store that they have there...




Tully is OBSESSED with Legos and I don't think it will ever go away... I am pretty convinced that he will be an adult Lego collector, so whoever marries my son better be prepared for this reality...

We passed by a Tully's Coffee on the way to Lego Heaven and I had to take a picture -



The whole time that I was pregnant with him (or at least after the ultrasound) we had decided to name him Jake Richard - I have no clue why we chose Jake but Richard was after my dad who died when I was 2 - a week before 'Jake' was born, Shane returned for an R&R from Korea, and as we drove around Seattle, I JOKINGLY suggested baby names for the new baby ("How about we name the baby Nordstrom?? How about the name Ballard? How about we name the baby McDonald?") and as we passed a Tully's Coffee (a Starbuck's rival in Seattle for those who are not in the know) I said "HOW ABOUT the name TULLY?" and after those fateful words, my husband was CONVINCED that it was the perfect name for our wee babe...

It worked out well... The name Tully is Gaelic for "Peaceful One" and in comparison to his older brother, he truly is the Peaceful One...

Tully thought seeing hirise window cleaners was pretty awesome, too... I have to admit, I was pretty impressed too. SIGH. I do miss the big city.



Now time for a comedy break, courtesy of my husband in Iraq. This is a picture of a bulletin board in the Legal Office on base in Iraq:



Notice the only pamplet-holder that is empty?? Hmmmm... Let's take a closer look:



Don't worry, he only sent this to me as a funny ha-ha picture, NOT as a 'hint', lol...

My Brother-In-Law's High Tolerance

My oldest sister and her husband and kidlets are my favorite people, next to my husband, kids, and OH my father-in-law, too...

Their 2 youngest kiddos had a dance recital while I was up in Seattle, and the dads had to participate in the final dance number AND they had to dress up like a storybook character...

He entrusted US (my sister and I) to go to Costume Display and Supply to get him an outfit... we didn't want anything boring (there ended up being like 4 dads dressed like The Cat In The Hat - pish... how blah) so we went for DARING!!

This isn't the first time that we've commented that he looks like Shrek...







My sister and I basically giggled the WHOLE afternoon....

Embracing Embarrassment

I can't sleep. SO I will tell an embarrassing story from my Seattle Vacation.

On Father's Day, we had invited a bunch of people over to my father-in-law's house...

Shane's sister & her boyfriend, Shane's aunt, my sister and her family... it was GREAT! My f-i-l's neighbor stopped by, too...

I'm sitting outside with a few people, eating some cake and chatting, and I happen to glance inside, and what do I see on the living room TV?? Why, a lovely photo slide show of the pictures that were on my camera's flashcard/memory card/ whateverthefuck you call it...

The problem is, you see, I, um, took some pictures of myself after I had spray-tanned and I was in pajama mode (T-Shirt and Undies) and I was feeling sassy and channeling Raymi and I thought to myself 'Oh, I could take some dirty sexy pics to send to Shane in Iraq' and THESE PICS WERE BEING SHOWN VIA MY KID'S WII WHICH WAS CONNECTED TO MY FATHER-IN-LAW'S TV...






Never mind the RIDICULOUS posing, the picture quality sucked ass, too... I have no skills. And I am mentally retarded.

SO anyway, I YELPED and bolted into the house and shut OFF the Wii and my kids were ROLLING on the floor laughing and then they stood up and started imitating my less-than-fabulous pose.

I was VERY embarrassed, but I said to everyone who was now looking quizzically at me 'HEY, I had just tanned and was feeling good and I need sexy pics to send to my poor husband so BITE ME.'

I am so fucking classy.

I Lost My Ipod

We got home LATE last night and I was so glad to be home! I draagggged all of our shit into the house and of course all of the pets were in FREAK OUT mode and were very happy to see us... this was cool until I finally got to sleep at 3 am and I think I was awoken about TWENTY times by Bijou-cat YOWLING outside my bedroom door. She is NOT allowed to sleep with me because I sleep with my door closed and she usually wants to get up and be let out at 4 am.

She YOWLS until I say "BIJOU NOOOOO!" and then she is quiet again until she needs to check and make sure that I am actually still home. She has been stuck to me like GLUE all day.

So after my CRAPPY nights sleep last night, I woke up and needed to go get food essentials, and I went to grab car cell phone charger, Ipod connector, and Ipod... FUCK FUCK FUCKITY FUCK!!! I vaguely remember taking it out of my laptop bag and putting it next to me on the flight from Seattle to San Francisco... I do NOT vaguely remember putting it back INTO the laptop bag. FUCK. I haven't even owned the damn thing for a year!!!!!

And it's not like I can run out and get one right now, since I am BROKE as shit from all of the money that I bled into Seattle, especially Ikea. DAMN YOU, Scandanavian bastards!! I think I will not be going out much in the next few months... let's see how much money I can actually SAVE for once!!

I called and left messages at all of the United lost and founds in all of the airports that it could possibly be at... I have about ZERO hope that that will pan out but we'll see... I'll probably get a Nano next, so if I lose it, it won't be as much of a kick in the gut as losing a fucking Video Ipod...

Oh, and taking pictures of the Space Needle NEVER gets old... I swear...



I am sad as SHIT about my Ipod but now that I blogged I feel a squidgy bit better. Sigh.

Enjoying The Hell Outta Seattle

I do love it here. Anyone who hasn't visited Seattle needs to do so NOW.

I hooked up with some friends that I went to GRADE SCHOOL with on Queen Anne...



The boy on my right with the shorter hair is my HUGE CRUSH when I wasd a wee young girl... he made my heart go pitter-pat! Now he is just like my brother.

The husband is still alive ank kicking... Here he is in Baghdad with one of his Iraqi crew members. The huey helicopter behind him is what he is currently flying:



He said that it is pretty cool flying in an Iraqi helicopter with an Iraqi flag because the people over there are so sick of seeing American choppers and are thrilled to see ones with Iraqi flags on them... makes them patriotic and happy. Hopefully it also makes them less of a target!!

OH and I have the BEST BEST house/pet-sitter in the WORLD who is not only taking care of my mini-farm, he did YARDWORK too because I have been procrastinating doing the man-work and so anyway he did it for me and that rocks my face off. He posted the pictures in my MySpace comments of before/afters of my yard and that tickles me pink to no end. I LOVE my friends!!

Webcamadness

Too many people are talkin' bout deleting their blogs lately... alls I gots to say about that is JUST BE LIKE ME and hide in a closet for a few weeks and then jump out and say HUZZAH and be glad that you didn't delete because setting up a whole new blog from scratch would suck elf balls.







The webcam makes me feel VERY unattractive sometimes.

I went and got a Mystic tan and acrylic nails put on today to make me feel better. So far, it just makes it harder to type and I am still missing my husband.

I will be going to a party at my platonic-male-friend-Atticus's house tomorrow so I get to dress nice and put make-up on and shit. I will take pictures.