a few things to say . . .

hey, hey, hey there bloggers. what goes on? i have several things to report . . . first off, yesterday was easter. unfortunately we didn't make it to leo carillo this year. but we ended up having the neighbors over and they introduced us to a tradition we plan to incorporate from here on out. instead of buying plasic eggs or hard boiling eggs, they carefully crack their eggs (while cooking durring the month preceeding easter), drain all the contents out one end. then they rinse them out well and put them in a safe place ( where they won't get broken). a few days before easter they color on the hollow eggs with markers, then fill them up with confetti (or flour) and put a little tissue paper over the end and seal it off. on easter they hide the eggs for the hunt and afterward they have a giant confetti egg fight, breaking them over each others heads. observe:

mazure LOVED it; well, everyone loved it.



i still have confetti in my hair . . .

the next thing . . . . this past week my mom, dad and i went to to see garrison keillor. you probably don't know who he is . . . but you should. it was hysterical. he's the host/creator of a prarie home companion (weekly radio show out of minisota, you can catch it on a.m. radio). it was such a treat. i think i was the youngest person in the audience. he sings and recites poems and tells stories and jokes . . . fabulous.

lastly . . . . we've always known he loves music. he's responded to it since he was a few weeks old. but a few months ago he just started imitating breakdancers. it's hysterical. he comes in and asks us to turn on specific songs, he sings along and he goes crazy any time you put hip hop music on.

whenever we watch dancing shows on tv he gets mad because the people keep "stealing his moves."

adorable.

a quick shout out to tyler and melissa. beautiful baby girl, kids. well done. and that hair!! tyler, i didn't know you had it in you (ha ha ha). congrats.

maniac's on the floor . . .

last night was the quad-stake dance. (yay! for dancing) i don't care how old i get i don't think i'll ever be too old to love a good booty-shake once in a while. a few of my friends and i decided to dress alike because, well . . . . because we can! and, because i'm young and i can (and because i was inspired by the girl on america's best dance crew) i decided to create a mohawk out of my hair. seeing as how my hair almost reaches my waist, this is easier said then done . . .

it turned out AWESOME!! i loved it so much. i'm definitely doing it again sometime.

so here we are, from left to right: mike, kristin, craig, me and jessica. everyone at the dance kept asking us why we were dressed like that . . . i love being able to respond with a big fat "why not?" why not dress however you want? why not match your friends if you want? why not dance like a maniac? why not sing at the top of your lungs whenever possible? you only get one life, people, why not make it memorable? there aren't going to be any do overs. no reincarnation for this girl . . .

it was a really fun night. i don't understand people who don't like to dance. it's not fathomable. and all of you who think you can't dance, well, as long as it feels good and you're enjoying yourself, what else matters? that's why you do it. 'cause it feels good. most of the time i feel like an idiot when i'm dancing, but it's such an amazing stress release and uplifting thing, i don't care if i look silly.

here are some more pictures of my super-rad mohawk. don't be jealous.

anything is possible with a little hairspray and endless supply of bobbypins . . .

well, that's all for now folks.

loves . . .

nothing to say . . .

wooo hooo! i'm finally joining the blog world. greetings friends and family. i vow to update everyone on everything that is not happening in my world a little more religiously. i vow to utilize my brand new sparkly christmas camera a lot more and post those pictures and videos. i vow to improve my (pathetic) computer skills and make this blog great, fabulous, outstanding . . . and then to show my mother how to use this silly website when she sets up her own blog . . .

this year one of my resolutions is to write more . . . and my journal hasn't seen any action for several months now (oops!) so maybe this can make up for that a little bit. but, really, what does one write about? i go to work, i come home, sometimes i buy stuff . . . i go walking with friends and i watch a few tv shows and i read.

this is my life right now . . . it doesn't make for great prose . . .