Quota Officially Met

However, I plan to exceed it this summer. Here was my creative project this week...our old sad table (seen here in the background behind Babe H) now revamped into this:

If I know my audience, the following three people will love this; KYK, Em, and Kt? And maybe not, but my custom cabinet selling hub said I did it right. Now, Casey what do you say? (I am dying to get your approval, but it can be tough...)

Lame Dash O

The Des Moines parade was maybe the lamest parade the free world, but it produced some memorable pictures and a good time with Gama Carolyn! oh, there was one cool trick by some old motorbike enthusiasts...but mostly I like the guy in the shorty shorts in the background:)

Quotes and conversations

One of the things I love most about Mr. b is our conversations. I think I can honestly say he's my best friend. He challenges me and is so funny. He. Is. So. Funny.
And the best part is he doesn't know it; though maybe he will now that he sees it in print?
Though our coversations shall always remain private here's my favoitve quote from tonight:
"What IS Glee?"
"I think it's a gussied up Kids Incorporated."
"I don't know what that is."
And then later on in the evening:
"So what you're saying is that we like Ryan Gosling in equal amounts, but for completely different reasons?"
Oh I love you Mr. b.

Guest of Honor?

Doubtful. BUT entertaining hopefully...

Creative Quota

It's not a party until someone puts on a lampshade...which I'm pretty sure happened this past weekend.
On that note, I've almost hit my creative quota for the summer. I was inspired by my girl Kt from home and her chic pad. My girls in Oregon are the most creative set I know. Allison cans fruit and chicken stock and comes up with many a delish dish. While we're on this topic...go check out her ideas; she has promised to pen a post on what to do with a roast chicken after it's eaten. I'm waiting with baited breath.
Back to the light...I figured if Kt did it, I can too right? And listen, mine not be quite as good, but I think they were worth the 14 dollars I paid for them.
I scoured Goodwill to find two matching ones, which I miraculously did end up finding; they WERE brass in a previous life. Paid my 14 dollars and brought them home. (And this is the important part to Mr. B) I made darn sure they worked.

Then I cleaned them, primed them, and spray painted them sea foam green. New lampshades at IKEA and Behold!

What now, Martha Stewart? Don't be blue: it's a bad color on you.
but it looks pretty good on my nightstand table...

Bible and Barbell

My husband launched a bible study and strength program at Crossfit today...so proud of him and his courage and independence. Check it out! He officially has more traffic today than I've had in two years.
Men.

Does Everybody Know Don?

Flashing back to scenes from Manzo's bachelorette party this past weekend in Lincoln City, OR will keep me warm on those long cold winter nights to come.
I'm telling you without doubt: no set of chicks goes harder when we celebrate one of our own. We laughed, we dressed up, we ATE (My God, did we eat...), and most importantly we kicked Manzo's singlehood to the curb in style. It was beyond fun to get quality with my oldest friends and their girls from OSU who I can now say are my friends as well. Lucky girl, I am.
Here are a few of my favorite pictures of the weekend...










The rest? Well, the rest should remain in lockdown. If you want to see the rest, email me and I'll tell you the password. Then I'll have to kill you. But really, there is one. I digress...
Festivities included, but surely were not limited to:
-A massive and delish brunch.
-A dress up box of outfits.
-A trip around Devil's Lake on the Pfau party barge. Ken Pfau, Oh captain, my captain.
-Chinook Winds: dance floor.
-Maxwell's for Karaoke.
-Late night burrito feast.
Highlights include:
-Pfau full-on rapping Salt n' Pepper's Shoop. (I know what you're thinking...yes, she also did the guy part in a deeper voice).
-Manzo's Bohemian Rhapsody (which was nothing short of performance art).
-The guy who ripped his shirt off when we walked into Maxwell's (he then ONLY wore overalls for a period of time and the next time we looked he was wearing a woman's white and tight v-neck shirt...? We still don't full understand it ourselves.)
-An outcast old biker named Don.
-The catch and release mishap.
-The poka-dot Burning Man jumpsuit, which was strangely flattering on the many who wore it...we still don't understand that either.
And of course:
-Creating some unique folklore for years to come...a couple of scenes I will never forget in my lifetime I can assure you.
All to say:
We love you, Manzo.
Period.