Tales of Wit and Charm…

I’m slowly turning into my Mom, which wouldn’t be so bad if it were her good traits. She is the kindest most loving person I’ve ever known. She is a nurse and has this need to help people, even when outside of the hospital. This includes giving her daughter’s favorite coat away to someone who needed it more. Yeah, it happened, but I couldn’t be mad.

My Mom is sort of an airhead, as is Ben. Growing up I don’t know how many times we left the house just to turn around and go back, because she forgot to turn off her curling iron. Ben is the one who lost his basketball in the back seat of his car. HOW DOES THAT HAPPEN?!

It’s always driven me mad, until now. Why the change? Because I’ve joined their club.

I’ve been wanting to see The Queen, and finally talked a friend into taking me to see it last night. The movie starts and I realized I had already seen it. I was livid! My friend laughed at me for the rest of the evening. It sucked, since I didn’t love the movie the first time around.

If that were the only airhead moment…

Last week Daisy was chewing at her paws, as she often does due to allergies. When this happens I spray her paws with a bitter spray to keep her from chewing them. Twenty minutes after covering her paws in the stuff I noticed she was not only chewing at them more, but licking them as well. I accidentally got some of the spray on my hand before and know it tastes like hell in a bottle. Something was wrong. I picked up the bottle and noticed it was the wrong spray. I had just sprayed mint tasting dental spray on her paws. How I mixed up these two bottles is beyond me!If Daisy chews her own feet off, I can only blame myself!

For the past 23 years I’ve been convinced my mother lies about where Ben came from. Yes, I know all about the birds and bees. Boy do I know! Not that. I thought Ben had to be adopted or left on our doorstop by gypsies. Because we all know gypsies pass through Delta a lot. He looks nothing like me, or so I thought.

This picture proves me wrong, and my mother right. I really, really hate that!Excuse Ben’s need for tweezers, our exhausted eyes, and the zit I call Pluto on my chin. It was a long day.

My niece and nephew, Hannah & Carter, turned three today. I made a quick trip to God’s country for the party. It was a half princess and half cars party. The kids had a great time and I got a princess takeaway bag.

Here’s a few video clips of the kids singing to themselves. Take note of Hannah singing “Happy Birthday to just me” in typical princess fashion.

**Hannah and Carter, Happy Birthday! Your auntie Sarah loves you dearly and is very thankful such cute, spunky kids came into her life. I love you more than chocolate. Seriously.

Today marks the beginning of Willie Nelson week. A week devoted entirely to Willie & weed. Since I don’t actually smoke weed, I’ll just add extra basil to my food this week and consider it good enough. You may be asking why devote this particular week. Simple. Ben and I will be taking a trip to St. George on Tuesday to see the great WN in concert.

We have a small obsession with him. When we were kids my grandparents purchased the Willie Nelson ranch located near Spanish Fork, Utah. I requested my parents change the spelling of my last name from Nielson to Nelson. As usual they marked it up as my “crazy imagination” and the spelling stayed.

The obsession reached its height when I was 12. I hated all things country, with the exception of Willie, Johnny Cash and my beloved grandfather. I fondly remember riding the 4-wheelers around his ranch while trying to keep my hair from being blown out of my side ponytail. I just knew that Willie couldn’t just walk away from the ranch, and that he must secretly fly to Utah every few weeks just to check on things. My family always thought it was odd that I primped before going out on the ranch, but I was convinced Willie was watching me. I had to look good!

I found an old plaid snap shirt in the barn that I still own. I’m convinced it was Willie’s shirt, and hangs proudly at the back of my closet. I may even wear it to the concert, since I probably won’t have time to find pink cowgirl boots in time.

do you ever have those days where the smallest things nearly cause you to snap? yesterday was that day for me. it started out great, slcup and i had a successful shopping trip where i brought home polka dot shoes and a butterfly bag. we decided to make a night of it and hit the gateway for a movie followed up by drinks at iggy’s.

after spending 30 minutes searching for parking in the garage my patience was lost. arriving at the theater the lines were absolutely insane. i went straight to the concession line thinking if i just had a diet coke i’d feel better. i gave up after 10 minutes and met slcup in the theater. we saw music and lyrics, despite my current hate of all things british i still love the very shaggable hugh grant!

i enjoyed the movie with the exception of old man fucker, who sat behind me and kicked my seat in sync with the music. which is unfortunate, because as the title implies there’s a lot of music! it took every once of self control not to turn around and punch him. instead, i compiled the following list in my head.

movie theater no-no’s:
1. never ever step on someone’s beautiful new bag.
2. under no circumstances is it appropriate to play ddr on the back of someone’s seat.
3. laying your feet across the seat of a complete stranger is not okay and just plain creepy.
4. text messaging during anything beyond the previews may result in your demise.
5. loudly fighting with your date is unacceptable–take your foreplay elsewhere.

before i post the following picture, i’d like to remind you that sometimes pictures are deceiving. i do not have one leg and two feet. i do, however, have really baggy jeans.

without further ado…
after spending entirely too many hours logged in bowling on the wii, i decided it was high time i left the house and pay tribute to a real bowling alley. a real bowling alley is one that serves beer in red plastic cups and makes me wear ugly shoes!

as i settled in i heard a familiar voice, one that could only belong to fellow blogger theorris. we’ve been discussing getting together for a bloggerfest, but to date nothing had been planned. apparently accidentally stalking him was the way to get him on the ball.

after bowling three games i realized i’m a much better wii bowler. remember the time i went office bowling and got a turkey? me, too. i had high hopes. at best last night i bowled a 87, my high wii score this week is 162. i blame the ball weight. i need something lighter than 10 pounds. perhaps it’s time to choose a ball that fits my hand rather than by color.