Highly Entertaining....

sunday

 

new shoes. american eagle from payless. buy one, get one half off. scored 4 pair of new kicks between griff and myself. *sweet*

gonna wear them on a little shopping trip with my mom today. haven't spent time with her in too long.

yesterday? spent the morning working with griff on his social studies project. spent the afternoon-evening-night with erin playing photographer at katie and kyle's wedding. so beautiful. so fun. perfect weather. so thankful that i was able to have this opportunity.... AND that erin is the one who gets to proof and edit all those bad boys. that is SO not my specialty. hoping she'll share some pics on her blog by the end of the week??

this week? some work. some cleaning of the scrappy space to (hopefully) finally share it with you, my friends. a concert-o on friday night. wooT. find myself a hat... you know, a winter-y, slouch-y one that i can throw on when i don't feel like putting any effort into my hair ;)

speaking of hair, i had my stylist add some low-lights at my last hair appointment. d.a.r.k.... darker than usual for this time of year... not sure how i feel about it, but we'll hang in there for another 6 weeks until i get it done again. i guess it complements my cranberry-colored toes and my raisin-colored fingernails. *sigh*

driveway intruder

 

Dear Min's Kitchen,

I'm not sure who thought of the *genius* idea of bagging up your menu with a couple of rocks and flinging said parcel out the window of a moving vehicle into the driveways of the East Side, but it is slightly both amusing AND disturbing. I mean, really, all that effort put into the production of the bagged-menu-and-rocks is sure to call attention to your little restaurant, but at the same time I begin to wonder what happens if I DON'T place an order. Do you have my house under surveilance? Do you have caller ID and keep track of how well your "marketing" scheme has worked? If I don't order me some pork fried rice will you send out a second advertisement/warning? What next? A couple of Peking Ducks tethered to the rearview mirror of my car?

All this talk about pork fried rice is making me hungry.

Your ploy *might* have worked.

Your food better not suck.

Love, Melissa

P.S. here's a little Dane Cook action to accompany the intrusion of my driveway....

(language alert, people, cover the kids ears!)

stachetober, week 2

 

ch-ch-check it out.

Stachetoberfest, week two. The growth on the upper lip is beginning to fill in quite nicely (actually, much stronger than I thought it would ;). The creepy-quotient isn't too out there yet, but we'll see what next week brings. I'm wondering how committed Mr. Nixon is to this whole undertaking, whether or not he'll be able to go out in public, in the daylight, sporting his 'stache. We'll see.

Oh, and Brian got all crafty and created a fabulous poster (which is *quite* scrappy, if I do say so myself!)....

 

Really. It's a work of art.

Now for the video-of-the-week:

... and a quote from last night:

"my moustache isn't just something on my face, it's a state of mind."

day one.

... of three days off from work. It's 11 am and I have already spent $180 at the grocery store, finished two loads of laundry, started some freaking delicious chicken chili in the crock pot, cleaned out the kitchen cabinets, and read my blogs for the day.

Dude.

I haven't been this productive in weeks, and it's not even lunch time yet!

I have a few things I still want to get accomplished today, including whipping up a few class samples and take pictures of several scarves I've finished to post in the etsy shop. We'll see how that goes.

For now I'm going to log on to Pandora and listen to some *sweet* tunes while I get my creative juices flowing... and really, if you haven't taken the PANDORA plunge, you must. Its free, its fantastical.

Stay tuned for tomorrow's *stashtober* update... we'll see the progress Ted's made on his upper lip in the last seven days. I'm not banking on things getting creepy until at least next week... but who knows! ;)

um, is this thing on?

 

Hi. It's Sunday night. I'm drinking coffee that I made for myself at the store at 3:30. It's now 8:30. Delish. Yeah, I'm freaking tired.

I'm *pouncing* my way through etsy and getting inspired to make things.... things like scarves with buttons and jewelery and journals and felty things. I am wanting to turn on my Jack Johnson Pandora radio station and jam out to fantastical tunes while I make things.

However, I would have to be wide AWAKE to accomplish these feats.

Alas, I fear the night is destined to be spent on the couch, crocheting and watching *Iron Chef* with my hubby. Not a bad deal, actually.

Tomorrow I get the priviledge of workedy-working with the fantastical Miss Horgan, who has proclaimed herself as "just a ray of sunshine in your otherwise dreary life". So true, so true.

Hopefully I'll have more meaningful things to blog in the near future, but don't hold your breath... you know how I roll ;)

r.e.g.i.s.t.e.r.

I saw this on the Ellen show this morning... thought it was too important (and slightly entertaining) to share. Hurry up. Do it.

*stashtober*

...let the festivities begin!

So, Ted and Brian (and maybe Drewbaby?) have decided that the month of October shall be refered to as "Stashtober". Why, you ask? Because they're freaking idiots, thats why ;) Starting today, they are shaving their faces clean and growing moustaches. For the entire month. I'm not sure the rest of us can handle it.

Of course I volunteered myself to document the process, starting with this picture of Teddy last night:

 

Doesn't he look dignified and mature and oh-so-smooth? I mean, seriously, check out that upper lip... it's like a baby's bottom.

The goal for the month is to snap a picture of Mr. Nixon every Tuesday night and document the stashiness... we'll see how far these guys are actually able to take the journey.

Speaking of *journey*... I thought it would be appropriate to post a video that reflects the whole *stashtober* vibe. My pick for the week...

... and a quote from last night, thrown in for good measure:

"it's going to be porn-tastic in here!"

something new

I thought I 'd try something a little bit different in the etsy shop...

I've been collecting bits and pieces of things for what seems like forever. I decided to round up some of those things  and put them into a mini book kit. Yeah, I know, everyone and their cousin has a mini book kit hanging out for sale somewhere. Whats so special about my kits? Well, they are from ME, obviously. And its more than likely that I will be throwing in a plethora of extras when the kits are shipped out... you know how I roll.

Anyhow, here's a peek at what I have up for grabs...

 

Vintage goodness, ledger papers and such, trims, embellies... its all in there.

Scoop one up and make something fancy with it... I dare you :D

etsy update-sky

     

I realized that I never let my faithful blog readers know about my last etsy update... I had too much fun creating the crafty apron (I gifted one to er's transparent girlie, Julia!). The purses are sooooooo yummy... the butterfly fabric has a hint of silver to it and it glistens in the light sop erfectly without being all bling-y. And the bright Amy Butler fabric bag... its just so freaking delicious I want to eat it. For real.

So go check out the etsy shop and let me know what you think... it's almost scarf season, people... so watch out! I might have to change things up a bit and add some of my fabulous scarves to the mix soon (but not TOO soo, shurk!).

*question mark*

So. I've come to the conclusion that dates with Erin Horgan are doomed  ;)

Several weeks ago Bobio and I met up with Erin and SAC for dinner and a movie. My *medium rare* steak was so well done I could have worn it as a belt, and the waitress was a total dip. When we arrived at the movie theater, it was closed due to a power outage. Fun.

Last night we attempted the double-trouble-date-night again. The food portion of the night was delish, with plenty of beer and inappropritate conversation thrown in for good measure. We loitered around Target for a few minutes to waste time, more inappropriate conversation and/or behavior ensued. Obviously.

We arrive at the movie theater in the 'Ham. Dude. It's 9:30 on a Saturday night. The place is HOPPING with teenagers... some waiting for mom to pick them up, others trying to smuggle themselves into R rated movies. Erin and I hopped inthe photo booth to take some inappropriate photos (do you see a pattern here?) and we braved the throngs of strangely dressed adolescents to watch our movie.

Now, maybe I'm not as in tune with the artistic vision of the director, but "Burn After Reading" was a total mind-f*ck. I mean, at the end of the movie, I felt like I was left totally out of the loop. Not even in the *Napolon Dybamite* way .. you know, where it gets funnier the second time you watch it?  

Seriously, in the previews it appears to be a flick about Brad Pitt running on a treadmill, all crazy and hysterical. In reality, the movie was just a total *question mark*... really, I have nothing to even comment on. A lot of back and forth and unhappy people and twists and turns.... everything accept George Clooney's "invention"... now THAT was a riot.

Yeah. NOBODY knows what I'm talking about right now.

Crickets.

Maybe I'll start leaving theblogging up to the dog ;)