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Parents Weekend

I am pretty sure this was one of the best Des Moines weekends EVER! Do you wanna know why? Because of these cuties...

These lovers here are my mom and dad. My dad is practically a world famous artist... and this weekend he decided to grace Des Moines with his talent. They don't come to visit very often, so I was so excited to have them.

This guy here may be rocking some crazy eyes... and he may not be willing to drink a dirty thirty of NatiIce because it isn't as good as Miller Light... but that is ok. Because he blew the Des Moines art scene out of the water.

And this girl!? Every reason that I call my mom my best friend was reiterated. It probably is a good thing that she is my mom, though, and we didn't grow up together as same age best friends... because I think I would probably have to be writing this blog from jail, because we would have done something very fun, but very crazy to end up there!

The weekend wouldn't have been complete without these guys too though... my greatest friends.

I had such a great weekend, in fact, that I didn't want to do anything last night but cry! I didn't want the weekend to end! I didn't want my parents to leave, I didn't want my friends to go back to their houses, I didn't want to not be outside enjoying the beautiful weather, I didn't want to take my fake eyelashes off (another story, another day!)... I just wanted to replay it all again. But, life happens and all good things come to end. All we have are memories, plans to do it again as soon as possible and images like this true, beautiful, unabashed happiness is our heads...

Looking Out For Everybody Else

Today, in an effort to look out for the well being of my co-workers, I will limit my trips away from desk. I will do this because I look terrible and I don’t want to make anyone throw up.

Have you ever had those days? Come on, I know you have.

I hate what I am wearing, I hate my hair… pretty much the only thing I have going for me is I smell good, and with my stash of perfumes/lotions/body sprays/etc. it is pretty hard to screw that up…

This day just started and I can’t wait for it to be over. Fantastic.

It's Me! It's Me!

Who's that Spartan at my Halloween Part-y????

Uh-huh, uh-huh. Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh! Chess Club Rules!!

I was going to be a total grown up lamo blamo last night and stay in... but that cute little Spartan up there talked me in to being his sidekick and boy am I glad I did... because if I wouldn't have gone out, I would have missed out on meeting this famous family!!!!

Yep, that's right... Jon and Kate with all their little nuggets! Please also take note in that picture, the big giant belly that is about to enter the room! Now, that is one sexy beast!

Pride

I set a goal in May to run a 5K. I know what your thinking... big deal! Well, it happens to be a big deal, if you are me! I am not a runner... I hate it in fact. I want to love it... Oh how I want to love it, but instead, the second I start running all I can think about is when I get to stop. Actually, I think, "Man, I hope I don't fall... Good Lord, I can't wait to stop....".

Anyway, this past Saturday was the day of the race. Unfortunately, the Wednesday before I hurt my back... But, I was not going to let that stop me. I set a goal, and by god I was going to complete it! I didn't care how bad my back hurt, I am a 5k running champion, after all! And, I knew it could be perceived as an excuse... and that was NOT happenin!

Do you see the intensity in this face?! Oh, I was going to make this run my bitch, alright!

My mind was ready... but just a few stretches were needed in order for my body to be ready too, of course.

My friends were quick to point out that I looked like I was preparing for the special olympics... I think they were jealous, because they could tell I was about to bust out some major running skills.

OH YEAH... just look at me go!

It was probably pretty hard for them to take this picture, you know... since I was going so fast...

Highlight Reel

“I’m 6’2” and blonde.” Such a misleading description… Did you know eyebrows could be transparent?!



As he was practically batting his eyebrows, he told me what an “awesome, furry little guy” his cat is… Awoooooga!!! Awoooooga!!!! That is the sound of my gadar going off. And, no, it is not because he has a cat only; it started going off the very second I walked in the door . But, comments like that just served to confirm my suspicions. If only boys like that would admit it, because I happen to have the perfect male friend for him!



“I have twelve tickets to the Bears game on December 28th, if you want to go with…” Dude. We have not known each other for more than 47 minutes and you are asking me to go out of town with your friends and family??? Thank you, but I think I’ll pass. Furthermore, pointing out the fact that you are a football fan doesn’t increase your heterosexuality in my mind. Just sayin.




“Wow, I am glad you came back, I was hoping that there wasn’t a door back there by the bathrooms for you to escape!” That’s funny, because as it turns out, I was hoping there was. For the record, I wouldn’t leave my purse and phone though…



And, finally, a text message from 7:57 this morning…



BDG: So, you work close to Merle Hay, right?


Charlie-girl: Um, kind of… Off Douglas, near the Pilot Truck Stop.


BDG: Ah, I’ll stop by on my way to work? Or, would that be kind of creepy?


Charlie-girl: Um, yeah. That would be creepy.



Opportunity knocked. I answered. I looked blankly at the knocker and told him he was at the wrong house….

Humpity Hump Day Ramble

• I have a serious fear with all this talk of H1N1 vaccinations that an I Am Legend type situation is going to happen. I don’t exactly think that Dark Seekers are going to set traps to hunt and kill us normal folks who aren’t infected… but how are we to know right now how these vaccines are going to affect us in the future and I would rather not become a mutant victim of the infected plague. Nope, not at all… I would much rather be hanging out with my cool dog singing Three Little Birds with Bob Marley!

• Here are the facts: Everybody poops. A lot of people like to read and poop. I am twenty seven years old. So, why does it still crack me up when I see someone walk into the bathroom with a magazine rolled up under their arm. Shouldn’t I be passed that by now?!

• My back feels like someone kicked it like a million times. Then, when they were done kicking me in the back, they… pause… I was going to say Donkey Punched me… but I just googled the definition and it made me blush and almost puke at the same time… So, let’s just stick with a million kicks. All I want to do is lay on the floor and groan. I am pretty sure my co-workers wouldn’t be super pumped about that.

• I have a blind date tonight. A seriously blind one, as in I don’t even know what he looks like. He could be 4’11” for all I know. I have only done one other true blind date in my life and it was awful. I was sitting at the bar and every time a guy walked in, this is what would run through my head… Oh I hope this is him, I hope this is him, I hope… or Please don’t be him, please don’t be him, please don’t… you get the point. Guess who I got. The please don’t be him guy. I was nicer then and stayed for a drink… now a days, I feel like I would just hit the road or better yet, lay on the floor and groan! And for those of you that are keeping up on this lovely little blog… for the record, the Motorcycle man did ask me out on a second date, and a third, and a fourth… but, I think that luck is when opportunity meets preparation. Tonight, opportunity knocks.