Sunday, March 01, 2009

This weekend: some pics

Saturday: E spent HOURS washing his motorcycle. Hours! Then E spent probably another hour taking pictures of said motorcycle. I've only posted one here because, well, because you probably don't need to see it from all sides. I made sure I left weeds in the cracks of my driveway though, just for you.

So yeah. The vrod. Remember the other day, when I was saying I wanted to go back and meet my 20 year old self, just to scare the crap out of her? Motorcycle-riding definitely qualifies as one of those things that was not on my radar. After all, motorcycles = bad, right? I love it. I never thought that would be something I'd even try. I have the bestie to thank for that. It's so much fun. The vrod is cool, but I really can't wait for the day when we can afford something more beefy. (I know, right? Who are you, and what have you done with Heather?)

Then: Dinner out with the fam for E's 30th. Yeah, Trent qualifies as fam, since my kids refer to him as "Uncle Trent." Plus the guy would go into a burning building for E. Or under the door of a toilet stall... but that's probably TMI.

Here's the gang waiting for our food for an inordinate amount of time at Mikuni. The people next to us were doing sake bombs and they taught their 5 year old how to do one, using his water glass. I'm not joking. I hate people. Screw yourself up all you want, but I'm going to have to teach your little brat in 10 years, and I don't want to listen to him talking about how awesome it was growing up in your house. *sigh* What was I saying?

Oh yeah, dinner. I love our family. And I (ordinarily) love Mikuni.

Auntie and Uncle G

Uncle Trent

Tata and D

Us

I really wanted to take pictures of my first night out dancing, but I forgot the camera in the shuffle of checking in to the Sheraton and walking over to the club. Oh well. This is better. I'll leave it up to your imagination as far as what that spectacle looked like. Suffice it to say that I owned that place. I bring a lot to the table, dance-wise, pulling from a range of moves that includes the hustle, the sprinkler, the cabbage patch, and some pretty sweet mimes of lawnmower-starting and tooth- brushing. I am a graduate of the M. Rooney School of Pantomimic Dance.

Today: This afternoon I was toast, so I remained unconscious for an unnamed amount of time, and when I woke up, I found the monkeys hard at work trying to beat the Princess game for the Nintendo Wii. I love Hank's technique. I also like that this morning he chose pink pancakes and he has no problemo playing a Princess game. I like that it doesn't matter, he's just happy to like the same things his big sis likes.

Please note Henry's form, especially. It's genetic.

Play like you mean it.

Remain calm.

Sometimes it can be frustrating.

Ay-ad! You missed it, right there!

Mom, please don't take pictures of me playing girl games.

Peace out, nerds.

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