Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Sunday, October 22, 2006
friday cock-tail hour
we opted for the stripper to send off my boss (see earlier post).
we arranged a private room in a restaurant we frequent.
we gave him a waiters uniform.
he brought in water. spilled it on himself. then took off his clothes.
but not his socks.
see?
we arranged a private room in a restaurant we frequent.
we gave him a waiters uniform.
he brought in water. spilled it on himself. then took off his clothes.
but not his socks.
see?
it was hilarious/akward/insane for everyone involved.except "baby boi"- he seemed to enjoy it.
look at those moves.
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
i gather no moss.
i categorize myself as a spontaneous person.
i am not a fan of plans and will try to get out of them as much as possible, regardless of how much i want to do whatever the planner has in mind. its just that sense of obligation that i dread.
there are exceptions to this rule however. vacations. lots of money (without the work requirement), plans that involve ice cream, etc.
concerts, however, do not fall into the exceptions category.
allow me to travel along the tangent superhighway for a moment. i enjoy shows. they are fun when its a good band and/or a lot of dancing is involved. however, since my move here, they have lost their luster. nights out rarely involve the dive bar down the street and a few bang up games of pool and shuffleboard. instead they involve going to a show- which is normally loud, crowded, overpriced and filled with people standing in a crowd staring at a stage. its like getting that really good cookie (a tim tam for instance- see previous post) every day. over and over and over. the magic is lost, but my ears are still ringing.
and now we return to regular scheduled programming.
sunday night i was relieved when a friend wanted to bail on a show she had bought tickets to (i am from ohio. i can end my sentences in to's and for's anytime i want!). one of these tickets was a birthday present to me (read- plan was made way back in july).
last night i was looking forward to an equally quiet night in. maybe some dancing with the stars, peppered with a little law and order svu. you could even venture to say i was PLANNING on it. that was until jason called with two free tickets to the rolling stones.
i have never seen the rolling stones in concert. sure, ive seen the videos. i took history of rock and roll course as an elective. but never live. i hesitated to say yes. i had stayed home that day and didnt want to be seen at a show that night, but i agreed to it in the end. i mean, fuck. its the stones.
spontaneous!
i was even more excited when i found out dave matthews was opening for them.
another tangent takes us back in time to the days where mandy wore hippie dresses and listened to a lot of phish, just like everyone else who was sticking it to the man by being "different."
fast forward to the present.
i love dmb. the old stuff. some of the new stuff too, but the acoustic guitar resonates with me. it reminds me of that time where all the friends, who are lost to me now, were part of my daily routines. they were the people i borrowed clothes from and had the rooms i would escape to every night (not like THAT!) we also went to the dave matthews concerts (2 in a row) every june.
last night, though, the show was different. it was a stadium for starters. ive only seen dave in amphitheaters, barefoot and in the grass. we were late secondly, and only saw about 3 songs. but the feeling there was different. granted, people were there to see the stones first and foremost, so the cheering for dmb songs wasnt too loud. but it was just different. i turned to jason after the set ended (no encore which is absurd) and told him this might be a really sad show- a failing dave matthews crowd and the stones, who seem too old to be rock stars like they used to be.
we saw them pull into the stadium in their black busses. they came out onto the stage after two bouts of fireworks and they put me in my place. they were old, yes. and very wrinkly. but they put on a great show. i dont have anything to compare it to, because ive never seen a show with a large production, but it truly blew me away. the stage moved, mick jagger ran around like a crazy gyrating man, and they were great. hunched over? gray? sure. but great nonetheless.
im pretty sure i wont see dmb or the stones again. its bittersweet. i thought i wouldnt see the stones ever, so that was a nice surprise. i was 90% certain i wouldnt see dmb again, and i was 100% that i wouldnt see them with jason of all people (he hates dmb). so that worked out nicely as well. just seems like the closure for me of an era that ended a long time ago.
(by the way, i still have and love my hippie dress and a few choice phish songs- scoff all you like)
i am not a fan of plans and will try to get out of them as much as possible, regardless of how much i want to do whatever the planner has in mind. its just that sense of obligation that i dread.
there are exceptions to this rule however. vacations. lots of money (without the work requirement), plans that involve ice cream, etc.
concerts, however, do not fall into the exceptions category.
allow me to travel along the tangent superhighway for a moment. i enjoy shows. they are fun when its a good band and/or a lot of dancing is involved. however, since my move here, they have lost their luster. nights out rarely involve the dive bar down the street and a few bang up games of pool and shuffleboard. instead they involve going to a show- which is normally loud, crowded, overpriced and filled with people standing in a crowd staring at a stage. its like getting that really good cookie (a tim tam for instance- see previous post) every day. over and over and over. the magic is lost, but my ears are still ringing.
and now we return to regular scheduled programming.
sunday night i was relieved when a friend wanted to bail on a show she had bought tickets to (i am from ohio. i can end my sentences in to's and for's anytime i want!). one of these tickets was a birthday present to me (read- plan was made way back in july).
last night i was looking forward to an equally quiet night in. maybe some dancing with the stars, peppered with a little law and order svu. you could even venture to say i was PLANNING on it. that was until jason called with two free tickets to the rolling stones.
i have never seen the rolling stones in concert. sure, ive seen the videos. i took history of rock and roll course as an elective. but never live. i hesitated to say yes. i had stayed home that day and didnt want to be seen at a show that night, but i agreed to it in the end. i mean, fuck. its the stones.
spontaneous!
i was even more excited when i found out dave matthews was opening for them.
another tangent takes us back in time to the days where mandy wore hippie dresses and listened to a lot of phish, just like everyone else who was sticking it to the man by being "different."
fast forward to the present.
i love dmb. the old stuff. some of the new stuff too, but the acoustic guitar resonates with me. it reminds me of that time where all the friends, who are lost to me now, were part of my daily routines. they were the people i borrowed clothes from and had the rooms i would escape to every night (not like THAT!) we also went to the dave matthews concerts (2 in a row) every june.
last night, though, the show was different. it was a stadium for starters. ive only seen dave in amphitheaters, barefoot and in the grass. we were late secondly, and only saw about 3 songs. but the feeling there was different. granted, people were there to see the stones first and foremost, so the cheering for dmb songs wasnt too loud. but it was just different. i turned to jason after the set ended (no encore which is absurd) and told him this might be a really sad show- a failing dave matthews crowd and the stones, who seem too old to be rock stars like they used to be.
we saw them pull into the stadium in their black busses. they came out onto the stage after two bouts of fireworks and they put me in my place. they were old, yes. and very wrinkly. but they put on a great show. i dont have anything to compare it to, because ive never seen a show with a large production, but it truly blew me away. the stage moved, mick jagger ran around like a crazy gyrating man, and they were great. hunched over? gray? sure. but great nonetheless.
im pretty sure i wont see dmb or the stones again. its bittersweet. i thought i wouldnt see the stones ever, so that was a nice surprise. i was 90% certain i wouldnt see dmb again, and i was 100% that i wouldnt see them with jason of all people (he hates dmb). so that worked out nicely as well. just seems like the closure for me of an era that ended a long time ago.
(by the way, i still have and love my hippie dress and a few choice phish songs- scoff all you like)
Friday, October 13, 2006
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
avian flu reaches the vatican!
i read today that they think the pope has contracted the avian flu.
they think he got it from one of the cardinals.
they think he got it from one of the cardinals.
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
lost meanderings...
lost is on.
drool.
ok its a commercial.
we had lunch today to celebrate a coworkers 40th birthday. i tried duck. it was good... i have this thing with meat. no bad bites. one bad bite- ok, ill try again. two bad bites and i write off the restaurant for good. today? no bad bites- one borderline, but it ended up being ok.
ANYWAY. at lunch we started throwing around the idea of hiring a male stripper as a last hurrah for a parting coworker. dont get me wrong. we dont have hurrahs like that at work, EVER. but this time it seems different. 1. we dont care anymore. the people in charge treat us like we are morons so we might as well act the part. 2. the parting employee is gay, and apparently by law at work you can do or say anything if you are gay. its a perk since marriage isnt allowed. and 3. hes technically in a "boss" position, so
commercial is over...
commercial is back...
where was i? oh yeah, so hes in a "boss" postition so why would he get us in trouble? hr would be the problem, but i put her in the "people that treat us like morons" group, and so i dont really give a flying f*ck if she cares.
the REAL question is whether we host the event at the office itself or at a restaurant with paying customers (read more tips)...
ok, tv is taking over my life... and this posting.
drool.
ok its a commercial.
we had lunch today to celebrate a coworkers 40th birthday. i tried duck. it was good... i have this thing with meat. no bad bites. one bad bite- ok, ill try again. two bad bites and i write off the restaurant for good. today? no bad bites- one borderline, but it ended up being ok.
ANYWAY. at lunch we started throwing around the idea of hiring a male stripper as a last hurrah for a parting coworker. dont get me wrong. we dont have hurrahs like that at work, EVER. but this time it seems different. 1. we dont care anymore. the people in charge treat us like we are morons so we might as well act the part. 2. the parting employee is gay, and apparently by law at work you can do or say anything if you are gay. its a perk since marriage isnt allowed. and 3. hes technically in a "boss" position, so
commercial is over...
commercial is back...
where was i? oh yeah, so hes in a "boss" postition so why would he get us in trouble? hr would be the problem, but i put her in the "people that treat us like morons" group, and so i dont really give a flying f*ck if she cares.
the REAL question is whether we host the event at the office itself or at a restaurant with paying customers (read more tips)...
ok, tv is taking over my life... and this posting.
Sunday, October 01, 2006
things that happened this weekend...
-->i ran 10 miles
-->beth got certified to be a mo-fessional
-->jason kayaked to the locks
-->we made shiskabobs
-->the buckeyes won
-->the mariners won (we had AMAZING seats)
-->the seahawks lost
-->jason finised the ncaa football 07 season without securing the achievement
-->alisa did NOT go into labor
-->my mom bought a new camera
-->we killed zombies
-->i wrote this blog
-->beth got certified to be a mo-fessional
-->jason kayaked to the locks
-->we made shiskabobs
-->the buckeyes won
-->the mariners won (we had AMAZING seats)
-->the seahawks lost
-->jason finised the ncaa football 07 season without securing the achievement
-->alisa did NOT go into labor
-->my mom bought a new camera
-->we killed zombies
-->i wrote this blog
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
.,?!-;:'"
i am making an effort to better my posture.
and to floss more.
and to dress more appropriately for work.
i am trying to wear my hair down more.
and pick my battles.
i would like to eat more fish. possibly even raw.
i am trying to put my shoes away when i get home.
and purses too.
i am planning to wash my car. and keep it clean.
i want to sign up for yoga.
and get a new job.
or be a stay at home girlfriend.
theres a toystore i want to own.
and a clothing line i hope to develop.
all while selling graeters ice cream.
i am happy using punctuation where it is not needed. especially periods.
i want to change my nose ring to an actual ring instead of a stud.
i pretend i have already done that with my hoop earrings.
sometimes i wish my tongue was still pierced. it made me edgy.
i want to get a puppy.
or a boat.
i need to stop cursing so much.
and learn to cook.
i would like to go on and on here. but i have to work now.
.
and to floss more.
and to dress more appropriately for work.
i am trying to wear my hair down more.
and pick my battles.
i would like to eat more fish. possibly even raw.
i am trying to put my shoes away when i get home.
and purses too.
i am planning to wash my car. and keep it clean.
i want to sign up for yoga.
and get a new job.
or be a stay at home girlfriend.
theres a toystore i want to own.
and a clothing line i hope to develop.
all while selling graeters ice cream.
i am happy using punctuation where it is not needed. especially periods.
i want to change my nose ring to an actual ring instead of a stud.
i pretend i have already done that with my hoop earrings.
sometimes i wish my tongue was still pierced. it made me edgy.
i want to get a puppy.
or a boat.
i need to stop cursing so much.
and learn to cook.
i would like to go on and on here. but i have to work now.
.
Sunday, September 24, 2006
toot toot
thats the sound of my own horn.
look where i ran this weekend.
wanna be amazed in detail?
http://www.gmap-pedometer.com/?r=456229
http://www.gmap-pedometer.com/?r=456229
Thursday, September 21, 2006
dear bad dancer in front of me...
you do not look good. pursing your lips together and throwing the peace sign up does not make you hotter. the drink you slurped down is not helping. and now you are sweaty. the heckling you think you are doing isn't funny- and i like hecklers. it is especially pathetic that you need to turn around to your equally bad dancing, lame drunk friends for confirmation that your funny (lame) joke was great (horrible).
dear bad dancing girl who pushed your way into the small crevise you called a dance floor in front of me...
look to your right. meet bad dancing boy.
dear bad dancing girl who pushed your way into the small crevise you called a dance floor in front of me...
look to your right. meet bad dancing boy.
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
15 items or less is still MY winner
last night i got the urge to make a chicken pot pie. well, it was the night before actually, and last night was the night to implement my plan.
*taps fingertips together*
i ran into billy at the grocery store while shopping for supplies. we played dad-to-be and the other woman when we went to the counter to pick up beths pre-natal vitamins. it felt dirty. then we played pmsy bitch and in-touch with his feminine side lover as we taked about periods in the tampon aisle. it was hot.
then came check-out time. dun dun duuuuun. i personally do not like the self check out aisle. i think it takes more time and is simply there so people can feel like they are accomplishing something instead of standing in line. i practice patience. its a virtue. and i am virtuous. but billy was into it.
..and the racers are:
-billy in the self check-out aisle
-mandy in the 15 items or less aisle (with 2 people in front of her)
green flag.
c'mon guy, who pays cash? swipe the credit. oh, lady can't you scan those items faster? ooh, billy looks like he has to "show id to the cashier." that'll buy me some time... cmon... CMON! do you really have to look up the price of onions?! yes ill sign. give me my receipt. GIVE IT TO ME!
checkered flag.
billy by a nose.
damn.
*taps fingertips together*
i ran into billy at the grocery store while shopping for supplies. we played dad-to-be and the other woman when we went to the counter to pick up beths pre-natal vitamins. it felt dirty. then we played pmsy bitch and in-touch with his feminine side lover as we taked about periods in the tampon aisle. it was hot.
then came check-out time. dun dun duuuuun. i personally do not like the self check out aisle. i think it takes more time and is simply there so people can feel like they are accomplishing something instead of standing in line. i practice patience. its a virtue. and i am virtuous. but billy was into it.
..and the racers are:
-billy in the self check-out aisle
-mandy in the 15 items or less aisle (with 2 people in front of her)
green flag.
c'mon guy, who pays cash? swipe the credit. oh, lady can't you scan those items faster? ooh, billy looks like he has to "show id to the cashier." that'll buy me some time... cmon... CMON! do you really have to look up the price of onions?! yes ill sign. give me my receipt. GIVE IT TO ME!
checkered flag.
billy by a nose.
damn.
Sunday, September 17, 2006
...
we were the host house for a party yesterday.
the hostess has a drinking problem. and an ex boyfriend problem. and, well, a whole slew of problems.
so it made sense when she promised not to get wasted and cry in the corner that night.
2 bottles of wine and 3 shots of whiskey later, she didn't really hold true to that promise.
i mean, i guess its hard to abstain when everyone around you is drinking, but i would imagine you would want to say no to another glass of wine when you have fallen in the restroom and torn your purse handle apart to show the shoddy craftsmanship of your $300 bag.
>>>sigh<<<
the hostess has a drinking problem. and an ex boyfriend problem. and, well, a whole slew of problems.
so it made sense when she promised not to get wasted and cry in the corner that night.
2 bottles of wine and 3 shots of whiskey later, she didn't really hold true to that promise.
i mean, i guess its hard to abstain when everyone around you is drinking, but i would imagine you would want to say no to another glass of wine when you have fallen in the restroom and torn your purse handle apart to show the shoddy craftsmanship of your $300 bag.
>>>sigh<<<
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
unicorn power
im a procrastinator. i dont like to do all the work im supposed to do during the allotted time i am supposed to be doing it (this doesnt mean i dont make my deadlines, just that 9 to 5 doesnt work for me).
i digress. (also a favorite word, or term as the case may be)
so today, as im trying to not work, i stumble across this little doozy (oh, how excited am i for the puyallup fair?! http://www.doozy.net/index.asp) of a "how to" page.
http://www.wikihow.com/Dissuade-Yourself-from-Becoming-a-Blogger
key points against blogging are as follows:
...no one really wants to read your musings.
...you have better things to do.
...your words are waste of precious [server] space.
you can also find links in said article for:
...100 reasons not to blog
...top ten reasons nobody reads your blog
...top ten blogger lies
coupled with:
...how to start a blog
and
...how to write a famous blog
personally, i like to read the blogs. they make me laugh, and i can leave snarky (also a good word- new to my vocabulary, thanks to google "define") comments on them. i find them insightful. they can be a catalyst for clever banter with people you have never met, but know dirty stories about, or a place to come home to (yeah, i dont know about that last part, ive just lost my blogging steam for the day)
so to the author of this how to page, i have one thing to say to you...
and to you bloggers out there, fighting the good fight, i leave you with this...
damn the [wiki-how] man!
i digress. (also a favorite word, or term as the case may be)
so today, as im trying to not work, i stumble across this little doozy (oh, how excited am i for the puyallup fair?! http://www.doozy.net/index.asp) of a "how to" page.
http://www.wikihow.com/Dissuade-Yourself-from-Becoming-a-Blogger
key points against blogging are as follows:
...no one really wants to read your musings.
...you have better things to do.
...your words are waste of precious [server] space.
you can also find links in said article for:
...100 reasons not to blog
...top ten reasons nobody reads your blog
...top ten blogger lies
coupled with:
...how to start a blog
and
...how to write a famous blog
personally, i like to read the blogs. they make me laugh, and i can leave snarky (also a good word- new to my vocabulary, thanks to google "define") comments on them. i find them insightful. they can be a catalyst for clever banter with people you have never met, but know dirty stories about, or a place to come home to (yeah, i dont know about that last part, ive just lost my blogging steam for the day)
so to the author of this how to page, i have one thing to say to you...
and to you bloggers out there, fighting the good fight, i leave you with this...
damn the [wiki-how] man!
Monday, September 11, 2006
verbage
---words i like---
heretoafter
wherewithall
shenanigan
henceforth
ingenious
forte
livid
---words i dislike---
panty
moist
fabulous
melange
booby
plasma (as it relates to bodies)
heretoafter
wherewithall
shenanigan
henceforth
ingenious
forte
livid
---words i dislike---
panty
moist
fabulous
melange
booby
plasma (as it relates to bodies)
Saturday, September 09, 2006
THAT guy
we have been scattered, smothered & covered in music lately
(a delicious waffle house experience for those of you that are not from the midwest)
last weekend was bumbershoot. typically a great 4 day festival with line-ups to make other festivals jealous. this time around it was 3 days, smaller (physically), and a less than perfect line up. the most frustrating part about the whole experience were the teenyboppers. god they are so unaware and self important. dont they know they need to get out of MY way...
wednesday was a concert at marymoore park. polyphonic spree opening for matisyahu. we had seen the polyphonic spree nearly two years ago as a surprise free concert the first night of hanukkah. amazing. i flirted with the viola player (ugliest one in the group, thus an easy target) and while i didnt manage to snag a party backstage, he did give me his bow. and by bow i mean...
matisyahu was great too. as close to a religious concert as ive ever been, but seemingly cooler... hassidic jews know whats up when it comes to reggae.
but lets get back to polyphonic spree. when we saw them perform the first time around, they were in different colored robes. very cultish. this time around, they were dressed for the revolution. a little less cultish, a little more nazi. but we didnt go the whole night with out the robes... because there was THAT guy.
you all know that guy. he's that guy at the show who is wearing the band shirt from the previous tour. the shirt has all the dates listed on the back, not unlike the plastic cups from mcdonald's with the nascar dates listed on them (shake and bake!). but THIS guy... he didnt have a tshirt with tour dates... no no. he had a robe!
he could not have been more content and proud that he was donning said robe. he was a true fan. strutting to and from the beer garden, head held high.
more power to ya polyphonic spree robe wearing man! at least the tour dates werent listed on the back. THAT would have been a little much.
(a delicious waffle house experience for those of you that are not from the midwest)
last weekend was bumbershoot. typically a great 4 day festival with line-ups to make other festivals jealous. this time around it was 3 days, smaller (physically), and a less than perfect line up. the most frustrating part about the whole experience were the teenyboppers. god they are so unaware and self important. dont they know they need to get out of MY way...
wednesday was a concert at marymoore park. polyphonic spree opening for matisyahu. we had seen the polyphonic spree nearly two years ago as a surprise free concert the first night of hanukkah. amazing. i flirted with the viola player (ugliest one in the group, thus an easy target) and while i didnt manage to snag a party backstage, he did give me his bow. and by bow i mean...
matisyahu was great too. as close to a religious concert as ive ever been, but seemingly cooler... hassidic jews know whats up when it comes to reggae.
but lets get back to polyphonic spree. when we saw them perform the first time around, they were in different colored robes. very cultish. this time around, they were dressed for the revolution. a little less cultish, a little more nazi. but we didnt go the whole night with out the robes... because there was THAT guy.
you all know that guy. he's that guy at the show who is wearing the band shirt from the previous tour. the shirt has all the dates listed on the back, not unlike the plastic cups from mcdonald's with the nascar dates listed on them (shake and bake!). but THIS guy... he didnt have a tshirt with tour dates... no no. he had a robe!
he could not have been more content and proud that he was donning said robe. he was a true fan. strutting to and from the beer garden, head held high.
more power to ya polyphonic spree robe wearing man! at least the tour dates werent listed on the back. THAT would have been a little much.
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
crocs rule!
the crocodile hunter died yesterday.
i read it on cnn. com as i was getting ready to head out for my run. i had to reread it- twice. to sound cliché, i literally couldn't believe my eyes.
sure- hes hurt.
critically injured even.
i mean, honestly, it was bound to happen. he lost a hand. hes being rushed to the hospital for an anti-venom shot. i always thought that news would be funny, and cause him to consider a second career.
but not dead.
the news is on par with the death of princess di, or the death of pluto as a planet.
we used to watch him in college at the boys house. we used to make fun of him. he was so overdramatic and WAY too excited about the snake holes he was reaching into. but he was so sincere and passionate.
he was killed, as beth poignantly pointed out, by something without teeth.
r.i.p.
i read it on cnn. com as i was getting ready to head out for my run. i had to reread it- twice. to sound cliché, i literally couldn't believe my eyes.
sure- hes hurt.
critically injured even.
i mean, honestly, it was bound to happen. he lost a hand. hes being rushed to the hospital for an anti-venom shot. i always thought that news would be funny, and cause him to consider a second career.
but not dead.
the news is on par with the death of princess di, or the death of pluto as a planet.
we used to watch him in college at the boys house. we used to make fun of him. he was so overdramatic and WAY too excited about the snake holes he was reaching into. but he was so sincere and passionate.
he was killed, as beth poignantly pointed out, by something without teeth.
r.i.p.
Monday, September 04, 2006
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
luke
this is my new nephew luke.
named so that my brother can say "luuuuke, i am your father."
isnt he cute?
heres another one. you can see my sister in law in it. shes purty too.
named so that my brother can say "luuuuke, i am your father."
isnt he cute?
heres another one. you can see my sister in law in it. shes purty too.
cleanliness is godliness
jasons parents are coming next week and we have started a mass cleaning of our apartment.
not that surface cleaning that we do for our friends- the "put everything in the office, close the door, and pick up any crumbs that have been hanging out on our carpet" clean.
no. no. no.
this is starting at the base- the heart of the beast.
the closets.
it started off as jasons idea. cleaning typically is always his idea. dirt is kitchy to me. but i cant exactly play video games and watch tv while he organizes and reorganizes- at least not while hes cleaning in the living room. so i had to help.
i emptied out, swept, and organized the front closet and i did a hell of a job. i mean, we have a bookbag bag. it holds the empty bags. how ingenious is that?!
jason worked on the back storage closet last night and i must say, his organization skills leave something to be desired. its clean and nice, but let's be honest. there isn't anything in there that rivals the bookbag bag.
our house is still a mess, but man! if you come over we are totally taking you on a tour of the closets!
not that surface cleaning that we do for our friends- the "put everything in the office, close the door, and pick up any crumbs that have been hanging out on our carpet" clean.
no. no. no.
this is starting at the base- the heart of the beast.
the closets.
it started off as jasons idea. cleaning typically is always his idea. dirt is kitchy to me. but i cant exactly play video games and watch tv while he organizes and reorganizes- at least not while hes cleaning in the living room. so i had to help.
i emptied out, swept, and organized the front closet and i did a hell of a job. i mean, we have a bookbag bag. it holds the empty bags. how ingenious is that?!
jason worked on the back storage closet last night and i must say, his organization skills leave something to be desired. its clean and nice, but let's be honest. there isn't anything in there that rivals the bookbag bag.
our house is still a mess, but man! if you come over we are totally taking you on a tour of the closets!
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