Ode to my not so little, little brother

This blog is dedicated to my not so little, little brother, Tim.  When I say little, I don't mean in size, I mean younger brother.  Even though it pains me to admit that I am the elder, facts are facts.  Once Upon A Time: Sir Timothy Ray came into the world 1.8 months after the Princess regaled the world with her birth.  I guess this would make Tim the Prince.  Well the Princess must have been a little upset that she was no longer main attraction to the king and queen.  From what I hear, the Prince took a royal beating from the Princess on a regular basis.  What's the old saying: what doesn't kill you, only makes you stronger?  It was never the Princess' intention to kill the prince, just torment him.   And the Princess did a great job at Prince torment.  In fact, she earned an A-plus in tormenting - 101.  Eventually, the prince started to grow up.  As the prince grew up, he got stronger and stronger.  So the Prince started his own tormenting tactics.  One day the Princess came home to find the royal Barbies hanging naked in the royal gardens by golden nooses.   The Princess shouted "off with his head" but to no avail.  The Princess was reminded that she was not the red queen and there would be no lopping off of heads in this kingdom.  Alas, I was denied my vengeance, again.   Throughout the growing up years, the Prince and Princess exchanged many a tormenting moment and also vowed revenge.  But in the end, both the Prince and Princess grew up, married into Royalty and started their own kingdoms.  I have to admit, this Princess very proud at how the Prince has had to slay many dragons throughout his kingdom and has remained a stronger ruler and fair king.  Sometimes when the royal families reunite, we discuss the old feuds of yester-year and have to laugh.  Especially the part where I chucked my sword a.k.a. fork at the Prince's feet.  I really didn't try to impale him, just scare him.   If I didn't say it back then, let me say it now.  I kind of like that Prince, now King.  Actually, I love that guy.    I might have to invite him over for a cup of nectar of the Gods in a jeweled encrusted challis.  Ok, it's really lemonade in a Dixie Cup.   Peace out Homie!

Hippie Hippie Shake

Hair-heads....

Here are some great photos from our 60s Birthday party / Easter party celebration over the weekend. This was our own little Woodstock. Thanks to Bevy Jo (Cher) for assisting in party organizing, peep decorating and Easter cake making. A shout out to the parents to letting us 60s wanna bees use their house for party central. It was fun! As for the tie-dye t-shirt contest, we all know who won. Yep, yep, Sara, Susan and Will had the best shirts in the house. If all ya'll need tie-dye shirt dying lessons, you know where to find us.

The Fantastic-est Fab Foursome Ever

Announcing.... The two hottest couples in Arizona. Better yet, the two greatest couples in the nation. No! The two most wonderful, most fun, most crazy, most beautiful-est couples in the WORLD. Too much?

Lucky for us, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. And I be-holding my new husband by the left butt cheek in this picture. I can't vouch for Bevy Jo. I'm not sure where her hands are, but they aren't on my backside. darn. I'm kidding.

Here are a few places where you won't see us:

At the post office on a wanted poster
At The Rainbow, an Alternative Lifestyle Bar
At a Polka Dance off
At a South Phoenix Truck Stop washing big rigs
Bungee Jumping from I-10 Stack
Skate Boarding down South Mountain
Hitch hiking near Tent City or Perryville Prison
Handcuffing ourselves to a cractus (cactus), (Stick around)
At a Chinese Buffet for 4 hours
Watching a Julie Andrews Movie marathon

To be continued.

There be a hitch'n and not a lynch'n

Hard to believe that we have been married for over a week. Wow, my dad did a great job at hiding the shot gun and from what I hear, the pay-off was also substantial. I'm kidding!

We had a wonderful time at the wedding. The weather was perfect, the food was awesome (catered by HoneyBears BBQ) and the gathering was even better. I want to thank all of our friends and family for making this day so special. I especially want to thank my Mom, Aunt Kitty and Beverly Jo for all their hard work. They went above and beyond awesome. "We've only just begun, to live. White lace and promises. A kiss for luck and we're on our way....." Ok. I just pushed the mush factor off the scale by writing down Carpenter's lyrics. Though it seemed fitting at the time. More wedding / humpy-moon pics to follow.

Dad's Gone Wild With Hair Extensions

There is a new sick and twisted trend happening folks, right in your own backyards. It could be your neighbor, co-worker, friend, or even grandpa. It's almost too horrific to even mention, but of course for the sake of this blog, we will mention it. It's, it's, Dad's gone wild with hair extensions! Can you not see the horror and chaos this is going to cause? Does the dad in the picture (Ervin) not see that his eye-brows are too dark for the blond extension? Thank goodness he is not going for the comb-over. I would have to have to report him to the cousin IT or chubaca police. Sir, you are under arrest for impersonating a wookie. Sir, the blond biker look is not appealing, I'm going to have to issue you a party foul citation. Is there no shame? Well at least he put the hair extension on his face and didn't clip it to the back of his jeans. Because that would have been very uncomfortable. Especially if he was making weird horse noises, like naaaaa naaaaa. Or started counting by stomping his feet. His common sense was still intact and he wasn't drinking. It could have gotten ugly! Whew. Though with that asian style shirt and his new fu-man chu, I keep waiting for him to say: You been here 4 hour, you go home now....

Dedicated to Ma and Pa

It's been 4-ever since I've blogged! Guess I got a little carried away with the holidays and all the wedding plans. That happens with me sometimes, I get side-tracked. But guess what, I'm baaaack. This blog is dedicated to Ma and Pa. This is a picture of my very patient, very tolerate and very loving parents. Now looking at them, they don't look too overly abused or shell-shocked from raising 3.5 kids. Though I heard through the family grape-vine that they have some great coping drugs. I'm kidding. With every family get together, I normally get to re-live the first year of my driving antics. I sort of had this nick name, Crash. Though I never hurt anyone or damaged any property other then my parents property. The story is like one of those fish stories, but instead of the fish getting bigger and bigger, it's a small brick mailbox stand that keeps getting wider, taller and is now like the size of a small building that I supposedly took out one day. At this rate, the small brick stand is going to end up the size of a house. Yep, I took out a house in one fail swoop and a sharp turn of the blazing blue Chevy 4-door Malibu with super-car abilities. It almost sounds like I was driving Malibu-a-saurus. Anyway, after I violated the small brick pillar, my younger brother decided it would be a great time for me to take a fall and tell on me. It was pretty obvious that I hit the darn thing. First clue, bricks scattered and shattered and second clue, the huge dent in the side of the Malibu-a-nater. I'm sure I was crying and terrified that my dad would ground me for life. But instead he made sure I was ok, kind of shook his head as he inspected the damage, shrugged his shoulders in defeat and went back to his TV show. Guess all along, he really wanted that brick pillar gone. He just didn't want it done with the Malibu. Hey, my nick name wasn't Susan, one woman wrecking crew for nothing. Now, I think my mom responded by laughing hysterically and handing me a broom to clean up the mess, while my brother practiced his bonding skills on the car. The blazing blue car, turned into a gray and blue patch-work jalopy. I'd like to think the gray bondo gave it character. To this day, my dad on occasion shakes his head and shrugs at my antics and my mom laughs. Knock on wood, but they moved and have new concrete pillars in their front yard and I am driving a blue car again. Except, I have a feeling I will be sweeping up car parts and not bricks this time.

Thanks for read!

Toe Adventure and Weekend Fun

Friday night, Mr. Hottie Von Schnauzer (Will) took me to my first live performance of Phantom of the Opera. I've never been to a play / musical before and I definitely enjoyed it. Though there was a moment, when I couldn't take my eyes off the signers for the deaf. They were really getting into it. Their faces, hands and body were just going to town. We couldn't say these signers were monotone or part statue. On Saturday, we took our friends Bev & Dave to get pedicures. Ok, so how come there is a definite difference between men getting pedicures and women? How come the women in the nail place totally cater to the dudes. Geez, I was slapped in a non-working massage chair, quickly clipped, scrubbed and painted, then my butt ejected out of the chair before the men were even close to being done. And they don't even get polish on their toes! You know, I tip just as good as the men, please my toes are in way better shape. Anyway, our friend Dave had his first pedicure. I looked over at him at one point and his eyes were rolling back in his head from the massage chair action and the little Asian massaging his tootsies. After all said and done, he proclaimed the salt scrub was his favorite and he would definitely go again. Oh gosh, we created a pampered monster. After that was over, Bev and I dropped the boys off at a restaurant, so we could get a massage. Have to love that. Spoil me some more! Though the masseuse probably thought I was strange, because I asked her not to trash my hair, since we were all going out after the massage. She did a great job and the only signs of my massage were the red marks on my face from having it pressed into the pillow donut thing and the drool marks on my chin. After the massage, we all met for dinner and then decided to go to a local casino. Where they bent all of us over and took all our money. Ok, that shouldn't be a surprise, but more times then naught, we come out with a little extra cash. I left there feeling like they turned me up-side-down trying to shake change out of my shorts. Regardless, or lack of winning, it was an awesome weekend. I vote a repeat of the weekend, except change the part were I lose my shirt and coin to the casino. Have great work week all!