Extreme Thanksgiving

You know how I like to celebrate Thanksgiving? I get my face attacked by a dog and then praise the Lord that I still have two eyes, a nose and a mouth. Just a couple of bruises and a gash on the arm. I like to call it extreme thankgiving. Next year, we're sky-diving while cooking a turkey.

jealous?

well we are out in the canyon this weekend. just thought i'd share some pictures. the conditions are bad, but don't feel sorry for us. we're just trying to do what's best for the good of humanity, one weekend retreat at a time.

so cool

http://www.designspongeonline.com/2008/11/diy-wednesdays-wine-bottle-candle-holder.html#more-14744

the skeen's do christmas

Bryan's answer to everything these days: Amazon.com. Seriously.

Christmas gifts? Amazon.

Shoes? Amazon.

Groceries? Amazon.

Gourmet Chocolate? Amazon.

Toliet paper, skinny jeans, babies from Nicaragua? Amazon.

Seriously, for about 2 hours a night we sit at home and Bryan looks things up and asks me how much I think they are and then tells me that the real amount is 10x cheaper. Then in amazement he says "Amazon.com! How do they even make money?!?!"

You know what I keep saying? Anthropolgie.

Christmas? Anthropologie.

Shoes? Anthropologie.

Groceries? No, thank you. Anthropologie.

Who wants to buy this for me??



Oh you all do? You're so kind.

Who needs teeth when you have Cracker Barrel?

I just ate at Cracker Barrel. (America's answer to anorexia:"Just eat some mo' biscuits. You'll be fine.") I got all my christmas shopping done. And I didn't have to chew one thing on my plate. Mmmm soft food and gift shops with Kenny Rogers singing something soft and magical to me in the background. Now I'm gonna get in my SUV and drive 1 mile back to my house and then complain about how high gas is.

I love America. And America loves me.

I've accidentally been watching that "Real Housewives of Atlanta" show. There's this gold-digger on there who calls her funder--I mean father--i mean lover, "Big Poppa." I like that. I think I'm going to start calling Bryan "Big Poppa" just to watch people cringe. Maybe even make someone cry.

Big Poppa it is.

latteral move

I just went to wal mart. No lie, the cashier's name was Latteral. I don't even want to know how they pronounce that. S0 I got a little curious as to where they would come up with such a scholarly name. So I did a little research....

Lateral (or for the sake of this entry, latteral)

Pronunciation:
\ˈla-tə-rəl also ˈla-trəl\
Function: adjective
Etymology: Middle English laterale, from Latin lateralis, from later-, latus side
Date: 15th century

1 : of or relating to the side
2 : situated on, directed toward, or coming from the side
3 : extending from side to side (as in an airplane axis)
4 : produced with passage of breath around the side of a constriction formed with the tongue

So with that extensive research in mind, I have come to these conclusions:

a. her parents were hippies
b. her parents loved latin and middle english derivatives.
c. she was conceived on an airplane axis.
d. she was named after the act of a mouth fart.

Take your pick, they are probably all right. At least her brother's name is easy to figure out. His name is Litteral.

it's not backwards day? they don't have that in the real world? oh my bad.

I just figured out that my shirt was on backwards all day. I wish the rest of you losers knew it was backwards day, so you would have quit looking at my funny and snickering as you walked away forwards as I walked away backwards. sigh.

i promise i'll leave politics alone, but this is a good article. http://gawker.com/5077448/president-obama-in-black-and-white

election night = junk food, t.v. and internet surfing

right now i am listening to bryan count up electoral votes, while marking his own forcast with a pen and paper. i hope you win, bryan. you have my vote!

but since we are stationed on the couch for the night it seems, I have been up and down the internet looking at design sites and blogs (and the occasional j. crew. my oh-so-unhealthy obsession which i will never be able to afford.) and i have been seeing this great idea all over the place. people have been re-using crates to make really cool foundations for beds. They are kind of hard to spot, but look closely:

Totally my next project. I guess dumpster diving is next on the list as well.

"Go ahead, make my day..."

Carlos was a neighborhood theif for halloween. Although there was much protesting, we didn't let him have a gun.

Boo, who?

When you dress up like Marie Osmond circa 1965 for Halloween and someone says to you "Oh! Are you Cleopatra??" You know you've missed the mark.