B-Days

I love that we all have Birthdays within one week of each other.


This year we ate lots of tasty food, drank plenty of Diet Coke and enjoyed butt heated scotcheroos while watching the worst dance remake ever, Fame. Oh, and who could forget the post movie entertainment of Susan driving like a mad woman so we could get a better look at the crazy people in some Flinstones type contraption through the U district.


On my actual birthday I had dinner with my two favorite brothers.


The the bumpit and feet detox kit were a hit.


Next birthday is a big one for me. I had better start planning my party now.

Concert Heaven

Remember how I have been checking the Lilith Fair website almost everyday and remember how today they FINALLY announced some of the cities it will be going to in 2010 and remember how THEY ARE COMING TO SEATTLE!!!

People ask what my dream job is and it would be to work for Lilith Fair in some capacity. Maybe I can go and work my magic to get an in for the 2011 tour.

Puyallup Fair

Remember how I'm a MONTH behind in blogging...um...ya me to so hold on.

So we:

went to the Puyallup Fair. My main goal, eat crap food and specifically an elephant ear. (Which IS VERY different from a funnel cake) After starting out with a bang in the form of fried corn dogs, french fries and a diet coke we headed into the pavilion to see what crap they were selling and what demos we could catch.

First stop, this "weight loss" machine. You stood on it and it shakes the crap out of you. Not sure how successful this would be since your feet go numb and your heart rate never increases, but perhaps it works because the feeling you have after your body uncontrollably shakes and continues to rumble as the machine stops makes you never want to eat again.


My other favorite gimmick, this handwriting analysis machine. It feels like a switch board from Willy Wonka's chocolate factory. We live in a time of advanced technology and this was the best they could come up with. Weak.


Ate a scone and elephant ear before heading into the barn. No trip to the fair is complete without seeing the stinky animals.


Before heading home, we got henna tattoos, old school photo booth pictures and the worlds largest stomachache from eating nothing but fried food. Success!

What the...

What a strange night:

It was dark and starting to get cold. I opened the garage to find a strange older man standing behind Steph's car. He was not moving and did not flinch when I came out. I knew Steph was leaving soon so decided to wait for her. She immediately noticed the weirdo and decided to get in her car and drive away before things got weird. She had to back her car up and almost hit the dude, but he was standing right behind her car on the street and was not moving. She made it out and as I slowly drove by checking him out, I could see his eyes were closed and he was holding tight onto something. Weird

I went to Fred Meyer for the most random shopping trip. I needed a picture frame, shoe laces (Max has eaten through all of them on my running shoes) and eye liner. The following conversations actually occurred while there:

Talking with my friend on the phone:
Me: If you could see me right now you would not admit we are friends. I'm wearing jeans that are too big and rolled up, black flip flops, a brown over sized hoodie, my hair is pulled up, and not a lick of makeup since I ran 6 miles after work.
Friend: Yep, pretty rough there Linds. Hurry home.

Talking with a different friend on the phone:
Her: Do you think so and so is a lesbian.
Me: Oh ya. Have for years which is why I thought it was weird she went on a mission, but I know a few of those so what ever.
Her: You should have told her.
Me: Um...Ya. I'm not sure how to bring that one up. Just throw out, "You know you're a lesbian right?" I don't think so.

While carrying around said picture frame browsing through the Christmas CD's and looking like trash.
50 year old creepy guy: That's a nice print. Are you going to hang it in your room?
Me: Print, oh I'm just getting this for the frame.
50 old guy: It's such a nice picture.
Me: Really, I thought this part where it tells the size and brand kind of takes away from the photo.
50 old guy: Are you from Ashford, OR? (I was wearing my old Ashford sweatshirt)
Me: Nope, they use to be my client.
50 old guy: Oh, what do you do.
Me: (As I turn and start walking away) I work in advertising. Have a good one.

Seriously old guy.

Tonight, IT GOT WEIRD.