Guilty as Sin

I couldn't help myself. We're going away this week to visit Spence and Mich down in Oregon - and the thought of being back on the 15th and not having a single decoration up got me thinking...what would it hurt to put a few christmas items out? Sure it's early, but if starbucks can do it, why can't I?

The view to my right:

 

Judge me if you must....but I have no regrets.

Riders vs. Lions

My little sisters decided to split their loyalties last week at the Riders/Lions Football game. My Step-Mom is a die-hard Riders Fan(not that there is any other kind I suppose) and my Dad cheers for the Lions.

 

 How cute are they?!

 Muttie and Lissey representing the green!

Missing the Mustache

We've developed a bit of a family tradition for Halloween.  Every year, the fam-damily and our appropriate groupies (and by groupies I mean our beloved friends who put up with our ridiculous antics) dress up and party accordingly at my Aunt and Uncle's place. This year, the man and I decided to go for something a little different (alright, I decided, he conceded).  So without further adue, I give you Sonny and Cher:

 Truth be told, I'm almost positive that Dave thought he would make a beautiful woman once I put the look together for him....but acknowledges that this 'look' should never(and will never) happen again...although he did fill out his dress quite nicely if I do say so myself.

 

Trena as Dave the Mechanic, Jalen as a matured PEBBLES(or any cave woman for that manner), Tash as Amy Winehouse, and I as a shockingly convincing Sonny Bono.

* I should mention that Tash likes to point out how much shorter I am than the others in this photo.  I explained to her that my lack of height aids me in situations where I need to creep on people as much as possible. The mustache doesn't hurt the creep-factor either.

 This picture was snapped by Trena earlier in the day when I was putting on Dave's makeup (which, by the way, was possibly the greatest moment of my life to date)...

 Karla - looking sexier than usual.

Guy -ready to save Gotham with inflatable muscles.

Tracey - the cutest mouse in town....with quite the gut.

 NaTRASHa D'AgoNASTY as Amy Winehouse and her enabler, Mike the drug dealer. Classy bunch we are.

Overall, we accomplished what we set out to do - dress like fools and embarrass ourselves and others thoroughly. Great night everyone....

Overdue seems right on time

I had a birthday. A Champagne Birthday, in fact (24 on the 24th).  My friends, who are possibly the most fantastic women on the face of this world, celebrated with me for an evening out.  Beautiful people, excellent jazz, good wine....it was perfect.  Kudos to Jay for planning a wonderful night for me(knowing Dave was going to be out of town) and staying the weekend....I'm a spoiled not-so-young woman.

Chit Chat with Guy Smiley

Here is a picture-of-a-picture I found of my Uncle Guy and I taken in 1990 (or close to):

One thing I remember about my childhood is that I always loved to talk with adults.  I enjoyed being included in grown-up conversations, even when I had little to no idea of what they were talking about.  I'm not sure why I had such an interest in adulthood.  There are a lot of things I love about being an adult....but who doesn't long for the days when you could literally sip a glass of juice with your oh-so-hilarious Uncle Guy and feel like the most interesting girl in the world?  I know I do :) Good thing he still makes me feel that way.

In Her Shoes

My beloved sister and I went shopping last week for my birthday.  Not only was it a much needed catch up day with my Jay Bird, it was a chance for us to spend almost an entire afternoon trying on shoes and outfits without time restraints or bored husbands.  A few facts on my sister just to help you understandwhy I was privileged to have her as my personal co-shopper:
1) She is very stylish, yet unconventional.  She doesn't restrict herself to certain colours or clothing types - she simply puts together outfits and accessories based on what looks good and suits her.  I, on the other hand, fall prey to many stigma's and rules about what I can and definitely not pull off. 
2) She makes me laugh ALL THE TIME.
3) She patiently will wait for me to sort through an entire sales rack (when she knows full well that there is nothing in there worth even 50% off) just so I can leave feeling like I did a thorough job.
4) She's generous with compliments, and to be honest, that's pretty needed when you spend the day trying things on and not looking anything like the mannequins.
5) She makes me branch out and try clothing and accessories that I otherwise would rule out. 
Here is an example:

These booties looked FANTASTIC on Jalen.  She has long limbs and they were delighted to be extended in these.  She then persuades me to try them on.  Though I didn't get the A+ rating I had given to her, I did receive a B+.....and that's good enough for me! She bought me the shoes. I love them, I love her (but not in that order).

Bad Ass

I have now officially seen it all.

This little guy and his owner came to hear our band perform at the Children's Wish Foundation fundraiser last week.  Pretty hardcore, eh?

Though he's nowhere near as cute as Howie the Wonder Dog....even with a dramatic new haircut :

UGH - I love him.