Monday, February 23, 2009

afortunado puerco

I have decided to stay in Mexico. I am now a wrestler. I am taking this new line of work very seriously. They call me...El Puerco.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009



We leave tomorrow for Mexico! Wooohoooo!!!!

Thursday, February 05, 2009


We have this little spot in the kitchen where we keep the vitamins. That way its easy to just grab a glass of water and down all the vitamins at once. Last night i did just that. I got my glass of water, grabbed each vitamin bottle and shook out one pill per container. I had my little pile of health in my hand ready to go when i noticed a NEW vitamin in bunch. A little fish shaped vitamin. Oh, i guess this is some sort of fish oil vitamin? I know fish oil is all the rage these days. Upon closer inspection i noticed that it had a faux fish smell and a texture not unlike playdo. Ok wait a minute! Before i sent this merry band of vitamins to their watery grave in my belly I took another look at each bottle. AH HA! Cat treats! A jar of cat treats had infiltrated our vitamin supply!

Note to Michelle: Please keep vitamins and kitty treats separate.
Thank you.

Tuesday, February 03, 2009

red cheeks

I did it. I went to the tanning salon. Although in my case it should be called the BURNING salon. I had to get into this contraption and cover my face and wear space goggles for 6 minutes. It wasn't one of those beds you see on TV. It was a little wooden room that reminded me of a campsite shower. Only tiny. So small that your shoulders almost touch the walls. There was a sign that said they recently changed the light bulbs but only on one side.. so if you want an even tan you have to spin around the whole time. Kinda like a rotisserie oven i guess. So I climbed in and spun around with my space goggles on for 6 minutes. I didn't notice the burn until later when Michelle said... "Uh oh... you look a little pink." I ran to the mirror and lifted my shirt. Indeed, this little chicken was well done. If you went to KFC I'd be in the extra crispy bucket. Beware the camp shower rotisserie!

Monday, February 02, 2009


It's true. I admit it. I cheated. I'm a big fat cheater! And I'm confessing my sins to all of you. Yes, I cheated on my Hair Stylist. BUT! It was just a trim! Really just a quickie! Just the bangs and a little off the ends.... I swear! I'm not sure what to do. I know my regular Hair Stylist is going to figure it out. She'll see that my hair has been... you know... "touched" by someone else.

Oh I'm a very bad girl.