Easter outfits and a weekly review

William and I took some Family Easter Pics:

Beautiful.

On a less awkward note, I want to start making lists of things that I do on a weekly basis. Not only will it give me a chance to brag at how eventful my life is, but I can also cross out 'write in your journal' off my to do list.

Here's a taste of this last week:

1. Fryday at Jack in the Box: William and I dressed up in our Easter outfits and went to Jack in the Box to try their new, free fries. We gave their fries a 'C+'. We miss their thick-cut ones.

2. AIMS testing: Thank you 'No Child Left Behind' Act for not leaving children behind, but stealing their childhood.

3. I made this cake (Thank you cousin Jane!) and it's a hit with both William, the missionaries, and the staff at Canyon Rim Elementary.

4. William and I had a lengthy discussion of who should be Robin in the next Batman movie. We both agreed on Casey Affleck.

5. I finally cleaned out my car after months. It was really frightening what accumulates in there after a long period of time.

6. Watched the critically-acclaimed movie "Bandslam" (83% on Rotten Tomatoes!) The movie was awful, but the quotes were life-changing: "Do the thing that scares you." Thanks Bandslam!

7. Went to the nephew's baseball game. Easton hit one out in left field and ran to 3rd base. Mitch wouldn't let me have any of his Cool Ranch Doritos. London didn't play baseball but managed to look super bad:

And that about covers it! Tune in for next week's events which might include buying a bathroom rug and playing Mario Bros 3!

Our house is a very very very fine house

We'll show more photos of our house as we continue the unpacking process.

Until then, this is it.

Deal wit it. -Tweety

Watch Jenny Make Stuff: Part 1

This has been what I've been waiting for... the reason I started this blog. And I know you've been waiting too... all 2 of you.

I actually re-upholstered a couch. A COUCH! I took a couch apart and put it back together again. By the way, thank you mom for the couch.

Well, here's it is!

Before:

After:

My favorite part are the knobs on the arms:

It was the hardest thing I've ever done in my life. There were injuries (sore back, William stepped on nails barefoot) and tears (it took forever to complete and there was nowhere to sit).

I also learned that you can't learn how to sew by re-upholstering an entire couch. My cushions looked like a beached whale had made its home on top of them. So I had a guy named Armento help me with that (and by 'help' I mean I paid him to fix it).

Now... on to the next couch!

We picked it up for free in someone's yard.

I promise it doesn't smell like the way it looks.

When I'm done re-upholstering it, I'll show you.

See you in 6 months!

Craft Room

Peeps: Do you have a craft room in your new home?

Me: Sort of.

Peeps: What's that supposed to mean?

Me: Well, I have a room that houses my barely-used sewing machine, box of tangled up ribbons, outdated scrapbook paper, and art supplies I've collected over the years that have still gone unused.

Peeps: So you DO have a craft room!

Me: It's not a craft room.

Peeps: What is it?

Me: An office/project/art room...and when I learn to sew, it'll change to my sewing/office/project/art room.

Peeps: Why can't you call it a craft room?

Me: Because I don't like the word 'craft'. The word 'craft' is associated with witches and Martha Stewart...both in whom coincidently fall in the same category.

Peeps: Hey I like Martha Stewart.

Me: So do I! I have an office/project/art room because I want to be her someday... minus the witch part.

Peeps: You're dead to me.

Me: Fine. It's a craft room.

Loco for Coco

Last Friday, William and I planned on going to see Alice in Wonderland in 3Depp, I mean 3D. This whole "buying a house" thing is setting us back a few bucks, so William politely asked if I would put a Cherry Coke Zero in my purse that he can chug while he watches The Queen of Hearts off with their heads.

The unopened Coke package lay before me.

I tore open the front of the package, and this was staring up at me:

No need to adjust your computer screen. These are real tickets to the Conan O'brien 30-city tour. Needless to say, I was stunned. Did I just witness a miracle? Did Coke Zero just grant my wish to see Conan live at Dodge Theater?

Actually, it was planned. William knows my love/desperation for Conan. He surprised me with tickets and planted them in my Cherry Coke Zero box.

William keeps me so young.

So in case you need me on the evening of April 30th, I'll be here:

I love you Coke Zero, Conan, and William! (Not necessarily in that order.)

Moving Time...

I really hope I can get my house from looking like this...

...to looking like this.

Photos found here.

Before Shamoo ate a trainer, he inspired me to believe.

I HAVE THE MOST INTERESTING LIFE I CAN'T EVEN BELIEVE THAT I EXIST!!

I just have so much going on.

But first, I need to talk about my 5th grade oceanography experience.

It was dreaded but turned out to be fin-tastic.

First we drove on a bus all night to San Diego.

At 5:00 am, we got on a boat to go "whale watching".

The only whale we experienced was the wailing of William and I getting seasick. I've never gotten seasick before and it was the worst experience ever.

We caught a sting ray. I had to brace myself to hold it.

Wait...

Yay!!

Then we went to Sea World. Flamingos strut around like they own the place.

We did geneology and found out William is a direct descendent of the Great White Shark...here's our proof:

Here's William gazing at his great grandpa:

William and I were swept away by the manatees.

I think they were our favorite.

Then we went to Shamoo's show. This is before Shamoo went crazy on a trainer.

Then we had Shamoo for lunch.

The next day we went to the beach and watched seals hang out.

I promise...they're not dead.

Then William and I had a moment:

On the bus ride home, we entered "Ocean Idol" (a 5th grade oceanography version of American Idol). I rapped and William beat boxed. Here's just a taste:

"Rock the Boat

Rock the Boat

Is that vomit comin' up my throat?"

We got the whole bus to sing with us. (By the way, it WAS vomit coming up my throat.)

I'm sick of typing but I have more to tell about William and me. I'll just leave you with this:

Who would win in a fight... Seal or Seal?