Bob gave into the hunting gods this last weekend and traded-in his SUV for a truck. He is the proud owner of a Honda Ridgeline. He really wanted a full size truck, but apparently we have a shallow, sub-par garage (I’ve been called both of those things!).



So now he’s ready for hunting season and so is Sammie. She was giving a cricket hell today just warming up for the pheasant and quail.
On Sunday I went with a group of girls to see Wicked, and it was WICKED AWESOME! We had first and second row seats; so close we were dodging spit coming out of the actors’ mouths. It was so great and the costumes were feroush. We went out for dinner afterward and just had an all around great day.
Ray and I went to see Trans-Siberian Orchestra Monday evening. Again, an awesome show, but rather long. It lasted 2 1/2 hours, so Ray was getting a little squirmy in his chair. I tell ya, there is a lot of long hair being tossed around in a TSO show. Apparently you need to be a musical virtuoso first, and you must also have hair to the middle of your back. And it doesn’t have to be good hair. There was a lot of stringy, ratty hair. One word people: Conditioner. Use it liberally. And if you want to keep it long, that’s cool, but you still need to get a trim once in a while so you don’t have split ends going up to your ears. Now that is a review you aren’t going to get in the local paper.
I went to the movies today (I am like so totally cultured) and saw Stepfather. We asked the girl selling tickets if she liked the movie. She said, “It was so-so. That’ll be seven dollars.” Way to sell it girl. It isn’t going to win any academy awards, but I tell ya, if you want a good suspenseful, jump out of your seat, where is he now movie, this is it. Why do people in thrillers always run away from the bad guy by going up the stairs, up into the attic? You are just trapping yourself. Duh. Have they never watched a thriller before. Call 911 and get the hell out of the house!
To cap off the day, I ordered Pizza Hut for dinner. They are giving 10% of their profits today to the Lord’s Diner. Yeah, I’m a giver. I’m sacrificing in order to better my community. Sigh. I am giving myself a toothache with all the sweetness pouring forth from my ultruistic soul.


I haven’t identified the culprit yet, but I have it narrowed down to Jaki or Jill. Jill is the front runner. She works at Old Navy and told me a couple of weeks ago that they were having a birthday sale and decorated the store with inflatable cupcakes. Coincidence? I doubt it.



Jill is really workin’ that hat. She was giving it her best runway walk.
I don’t know what I’m doing with my hand. I noticed I did that in a picture from Uncle Buck’s party. What is up with the claw? Maybe I have some sort of seizure when I see a flash of light.
Jill and Stella’s recipe for friendship includes alcohol.
I had to try to be stealth photographer. This shot was taken under Jill’s arm.
I snapped this pic of dreadlock dude in the beer line. Eeww. I wonder how many years he has been working on those. They were nasty. Oh, and yes, that is a baby he’s holding in his arms. Who knows, there could have been another one hiding in the dreads.








