L told you about our superhero costume making a couple of days ago, right? Well, she also said that we would post pictures the following day, and that never happened… details. HA.
We did actually dress up — no lies in that one.
And I’m here to post a couple of pictures to show you how awesome we truly were/are.
Like, seriously. People are going to call US for the new Batman & Robin movies that will never exist because we look so good. No joke. Of course, it does help that there was only ONE other person that dressed up for the superhero themed costume/birthday party. Oh well. I’m still expecting a call from Hollywood at any moment.
Batman & Robin:
[Ignore the mirror that needs to be cleaned, please and thank you.]
I was Robin and L was Batman. Probably not what you would have done — perhaps the other way around, right? That’s why we did it this way though… to be funny. [haha, we're so funny! not.)
A solo picture:
I even have red-eye... I MUST be a superhero!
Another one of us -- you see L's costume a tad bit better in this and my "r" is backwards because of the mirror [hooray]:
The large pictures were necessary — trust me.
Because you never know if you have someone reading your blog that’s blind. Oh wait. Big pictures wouldn’t help with that. Haha…Whoops.
We ARE superheroes though, so we try our very best to cater to everyone that reads our blog. But since we aren’t in our superhero apparel anymore, I make no guarantees.
Yesterday, I had some major Farrah Fawcett hair going on. All (unfortunately) natural. Legit, yo.
Today, C and I are coming up with superhero costumes (pictures tomorrow!) for a party we’re going to tonight.
Apparently, I like to pretend I’m from different times and places. What can I say? It’s fun.
Had a wonderful time in CT. This is us eating breakfast. Yum. Meet MayMay, Gregglz, JD, and Carver (left to right). Just some of the CT crew.
I know – both times I’ve posted a photo of them they’ve been eating. They do a lot of that. They’re really good at it actually.
Annnnd – this is the K-Cups the genius baby showing off for them. yeahboi.
Aaannnnd – we got a new layout up in here. cool.
most epic face time conversation ever? ithinkyes.
J likes this:
I like this better:
which one do you like?
Oscar is my hiking pack and loyal travel companion. He’s really just a salsa (which is not as vibrant in real life as it looks in this photo, but its a real nice color) Ariel 65 by Osprey Packs (for those of you who are into that stuff). I know, I know. 65 seems large, but – you have to understand two things (here we go with the list’s again)…
1. This pack will go everywhere with me for the rest of my life (yep. osprey is so cool that Oscar has a lifetime warranty. doesn’t matter what’s wrong with him. If they can’t fix him, they send me a new one). Road trips, plane trips, train trips. Jungle, city, desert. This is it. Every time I go anywhere for any ‘extended’ amount of time Oscar comes too. And yes, I am planing on traveling the world, and doing cool things. So *hopefully* that ‘every time’ will be a lot of times.
2. It’s not actually a 65. For those of you going “what?!?!” – hiking packs are measured in liters. 35. 45. 50. 55. 65. even 95. But – I’m pretty short (just over 5’3″). So – in order for the pack to fit me I had to call and order an XS. So Oscar is actually only 59 liters (we don’t tell him that though. he’s insecure) which is carry on friendly.
So really, he’s just perfect.
Right now I’m supposed to be packing Oscar full of clothes.
I’m going on a road trip. Just about three weeks of road trip actually. Fun fun.
Oh. You’d like to know where I’m going? Okay. I’ll tell you.
My adventures begins tomorrow night. Starting in Madrid of course. I’ll be driving a whole 15 minutes to Potsdam, NY. There I’ll stay the night with one of the best families I know, and one of my best pals who came to visit for the week.
Friday morning (after a healthy breakfast) I leave with said pal to drive her to her home, in Palmyra, NY. That evening I head to Rotterdam, NY. Another pal lives here. A pen pal actually.
I like her lots. Saturday morning I leave her house, and head to New Haven, CT. There’s a whole group of friends there. And a pretty cool event to get involved in too.
Thennnnn Monday morning I drive to Northport (Long Island), NY. I know I was just there, but I can’t get enough. Just kidding. I’ll be working on a project for dad. But I’ll also probably get some Wolfies. You can’t be that close to Wolfies and not eat some. You just can’t.
Tuesday morning I drive the 8-ish hours back to Potsdam (I know. that’s basically home. but really. so so not home). I have just enough time in Potsdam to get an (almost) full nights rest (in the house of the lovely family, switch vehicals, and leave for a 12-ish hour trip to Toledo, OH. I’ll be visiting a lovely aunt. Seeing Keith Urban live. Spending time with all sorts of family members and friends who I’ve known since potty training days. There mayormaynotevenbe a day spent boating on Lake Eire, more wonderful ice cream, and a trip to the U.P.
Then,Aug 4th I head to Sturgis, MI where I meet up with Sister #2, Sister #4, Brother #1, and B-I-L #2 to help with the The REACH conference. Then nearly 20ish days later I head Home. All of the traveling will be fun. But there’s nothing like coming home.
Sometimes, old photos are a little bit frightening. They’re scary because I still make this face and I still love this shade of pink.
I guess… some things never change??
Concerned by my title? Don’t be. It’s the title of a song by The Roches that we happened upon via John, the owner of Strawberry Fields, who was blown away by our Ingrid Michaelson cover. . . confused? It’s a long story, so I’ll just move onto something else.
Remember how we have twinkle lights strung around our bedroom ceiling? Well, I discovered a few weeks ago that the twinkle lights on my side of the room don’t work. I know…Sad, right? They shine brightly everywhere else but my side of the room. Me and twinkle lights aren’t on good terms right now, so don’t be surprised if you hear about me getting angry at the lights and with some attitude saying something like “Talk to the hand ’cause the face ain’t listenin’”.
Just teasin’. It’s more likely that I’ll use that line on J or L, but only because they said “gurl” to me first.
The amount of ice cream and other not-good-for-you-foods I’ve eaten recently is gross, and if I’m never extremely obese it will seriously be a miracle.
I’m waiting for the day that I do gain WAY too much weight.
My family will show a stranger a picture of my family from 2011 and get comments like “ohhhhhhh, that’s such a nice picture!” and “what a beautiful family!”. Then they’ll show a picture from ya know, thirty years later and get things like “whoa! what’s THAT?!?!” and “hah ha – it’s great how a family can change so much, isn’t it??? *insert the most fake looking facial expression you’ve EVER seen*
But that’s when we come up with a story.
Someone in my family using their amazing acting abilities: “Uhhhh, well, you see…. our sister was diagnosed with a disease about ten years ago. The doctors said she would gain 200 pounds even though they uhhhh, didn’t know why. HA. <<(nervous laughter because there are so many holes in this story) We've tried different programs but nothing seems to work". *shrug shoulders*
Person who made the rude comment about me in the picture: "Oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't know!" blah blah blah
You can probably guess the rest.
Person continues to apologize, family starts laughing, person now feels very awkward, C comes into the room (yes, all 340 pounds of her..... ouch. I hope I don't get that fat), we say sorry for lying to them and say "Truth is, we were bored of our fat jokes and every time we made a fat joke C would get offended and would go up for prayer every Sunday to heal the hurt and boy, we got worried that walking those three feet back and forth from her chair to the stage would give her a heart attack from all of that cardio work, ya know what I'm sayin'?".
End of story.
You know that whole thing where every girl is waiting for her "knight in shining armor"?... I don't get it. Who wants a person clothed in metal??? And, he doesn't even look that cool. Sorry, I don't live in the Medieval time period. Thanks though.
We haven’t been posting steadily. Dumb.
I went grocery shopping all by myself the other day. What was on the list?
Orange juice. check.
Butter (salted). check.
Laundry detergent. check.
-what happens in my brain when i read milk-
What kind of milk do we buy? Hmm. There is a lot of milk in this wall of milk. Well… How about the purple cap? Yeah. I think we usually get the purple cap. I’m going to get the one with the purple cap.
*Grab a gallon of milk with a purple cap, place in cart, proceed to check out.
Just incase you were wondering – It is not wisdom to shop for milk by cap color.
If you come home with skim milk everyone in the house will make fun of you because, no one wants to drink that.
That is dumb.
Also – the three Sea Foam girls went shopping with the Spanish Girl yesterday. (pictured bellow left)
While ‘checking’ through our list L went to find some berries. Would you like to see what she did??? I’ll show you..
We didn’t clean them up. And we didn’t tell the Walmart people that we had spilled them. We giggled tremendously, took this photo, and some advice from a lady next to us who looked like she was an experienced shopper, “They have insurence for things like that. Just leave it!” So – thats exactly what we did. Later the Mums told us that when we spill something we should find someone to clean it up. Whoops. Nice going experienced shopper lady.
Even after that I wasn’t able to live down the milk thing. We walked past the milk wall and there was a whole round of badgering about my skim milk purchase and shopping buy cap color. Thank you all for being merciful to me, and letting me live that one down… Not.
Later we talked about how fun it is that the three of us can bust out any song in three part harmony at random and 98% of the time we sound good doing it. Who doesn’t want to bust out in song knowing that your sisters are going to throw in some sweet BGV’s? I thought so.
Occasionally it doesn’t go so hot. Thats why its not 100% of the time. And I’ll be honest – that 2% of harmony line fail is usually me.
… Its also the type of milk I’m supposed to buy.