hb to my birthday girl, kami~
watch THIS and fall in love with my adorable blogging bff/bestie/blesbian~
"yo, VIP--let's kick it!" a suburban mother of 4 escapes reality if even for a moment....
i saw this on amy's man caylor's "blog-LITE" (facebook) and thought i might have an aneurysm.
caylor's stock just rose 1000 points with that one--thank you big daddy!
so, if one's good, then 3 more = AWESOME....
this is what i envision kaitlyn's driver's ed teacher's experience to be:
i posted this back in january as one of my favorite superbowl commercials--it still delivers.
but this one? this one makes me snort.
you're welcome, internet.
i went with my posse to brianhead and took advantage of their "learn a new snow sport" special--only $39 for your lift pass, your equipment, & a 2 1/2 hour lesson. SCORE.
i went in with low expectations (translation: didn't even think i'd be able to get up. really.) and was pleasantly surprised that i actually COULD ski. proof? check me out below: (NOTE TO READER: that is actually a triple black diamond run, and the hill is a ginormous, straight-down, 90 degree angle monster. NOT the bunny hill that the camera makes it appear to be.)
katie has this life-size cardboard cutout of edward cullen that resides in her bedroom. (scandalous!)
she bought him with her christmas dinero and felt like it was an investment in her HAPPINESS. i felt like it was a complete and total waste of money, but what do i know since i buy retarded things like toe rings and shiny, glittering objects? i didn't have a leg to stand on, so the purchase was made.
a few days after she and edward shacked up, i walked downstairs in the late afternoon to put some clean clothes on the bed. i turned to leave her bedroom when i saw him standing in front of the closet , and i dropped my drink, the laundry basket, and yelled "AAAAAAAAAAAAGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!" louder than i thought my 38ish-year-old-mommy lungs were capable of.
he scared the living daylights right outta me. BIG time.
my heart was thumping, and my pulse racing and my stomach did flip flops and i had to lean against the bedpost to catch my breath and try to laugh at myself. but never before had i been scared that hard--i was convinced it was a man who had snuck into the basement, and it was a feeling i don't ever want to experience again. (unless he's there to clean the carpets, and then i'm totally cool.)
it made me think about what i would have done if edward had REALLY snuck in, and i needed to bust a move on him. the thing i keep coming back to is :