Come Sail Away!

I'm here in Laguna Beach for our family vacation. It's great to spend time with my sisters and brother but then when you put all the nieces and nephews in the spin of it all, it gets pretty tiring. Throw in a day at the beach, woa~!
The waves here were pretty big so some kids would run away from the water like it was a game, but really, I think they were running out of fear.


Some waded in the water that came up but the pull was so strong that some of the kids almost got swept back to sea just like Andrews shorts.


In the end, we got tired of having to keep a close watch on all the kids so we decided this was the best thing to do to make sure they were all in a safe place for a long time!


Tomorrow's another day at the beach which means there will be a lot of holes to dig!

I Should Have Been A Girlscout!

I'm home now from my brief vacation in Utah and as I am unpacking, I find myself reorganizing a lot of things in my closet. I have a tendency to be a little O.C.D sometimes and here you can see a good example of this by my many organized and categorized stacks which consist of:

1. My sweaters which I never wear because I live in San Francisco and all you need is a light jacket and occasionally a scarf (which I have a whole hook full)
2. My jeans which are all Lucky's (gotta loved that 60% off discount)
3. My crappy pants and capris that I wear for painting not to mention my overalls from 1997 that I can't seem to get rid of. (..."word"....)
4. My favorite stack which is my dress ups that are...........ready?............
1. 60's: Short denim mini dress with matching clunky shoes. ok so it's closer to 70's.
   
2. 70's: ugly bright colored pants with matching halter and jacket
3. 80's: Sweet black leather skirt, short denim shirt, several leg warmers, sweatshirt that hangs off the shoulder, etc.
4. 90's: All black Bat Woman with cape and kick a*# boots
5. Celebrity: Paris Hilton outfit including pink Juicy jump suit, wig, big sunglasses, "that's hot" tshirt and even Tinkerbell (her dog) in a little purse.
   
6. And let's not forget my "grease" bag of goodies including fake cigarettes that puff smoke, shades, and pom poms. A red boa and random jewelry.
7. Let's not forget the most important of all: Corn Dog On A Stick outfit! Can I interest anyone in some hand pounded lemonade?
5. A stack of bulky sweatshirts that I love when it's cold at night and I'm hanging around the house. On top of these are my sweat skirts for when I don't want to wear pants (and they're super comfortable!)
6. A stack of my favorite zip up and hooded sweatshirts that I wear when it's cold and I don't feel like getting all dressed up or even picking out anything to wear.
7. A pile of hats that I have which are a red polo baseball hat, a straw beach hat, a pink snow hat that matches my pink scarf, and a pink rain hat that matches my pink rain coat. Now the question is, have you ever seen me wear a hat? Why do I still have these?
8. A stack of purses and bags.

Ok, I am not much of a purse person. I don't like having to hold on to things as i'm walking around. Even having something hang on my shoulder is annoying. Plus, no one needs to carry as much crap that gets put into purses and bags unless you are a mom, then it's required.
I'm even suprised I have as many bags and purses as I do.


In going through these bags, it's amazing that in all the small pockets of every bag I found these;

Talk about being prepared!

Just because our family was banned from joining the Girl Scouts of America (after they kicked my sister out because the rest of us kids ate her entire cookie order in the back of the wood paneled wagon) or the fact that I have only completed 1 1/2 years of girls camp even though my mom was the stake camp director all my life does not mean can't survive on my own or even be prepared.
I'm surprised there wasn't a tube of chapstick, or lip grease as I like to call it, in there too. But hey, that's what my pocket is for!

Now it's time to repack for my next trip in 2 days. Let's see what I don't wander off doing instead!

Poser

So I am here in Salt Lake Shitty , oh I mean City, and have been for almost a week. My initial plans were to have some job interviews set up with my Uncle and his son who "know some people". Let me go back a few years to a time where he was wanted by the FBI. Neh, that's a whole other post.
Anyway, my dad said he would get everything arranged. Kind of like the time he said he would get me a hotel room in Amsterdam so I would have a place to sleep during my layover. Well, let's just say, the airport and I spent some quality time together and I got to know those seats pretty intimately from the hours of 1 am to about 10 am.

ANYWAY, the point of this all is to say what a Half Asser my dad and his brother are.

I come from a long line of Half Assers..... you've probably heard pioneer stories about the covered wagons that broke down half way through the trek because "someone" thought it was a good idea to take short cuts in the manufacturing of these wagons. Not to save time, but physical exertion....Half Asser.

We always new my dad was one when he would just place a band aid on the forehead of his oldest daughters cracked open head rather than drive her to the hospital to get stitches. We even lived across the street from our church and the school because he didn't want to have to load all 5 kids into the car and drive us there.

So my sisters and I have been painstakingly trying to do all we could to break the cycle or at least remove ourselves from the Half Assers Club. At various times in our lives we have each held a position of authority in the club, my oldest sister fluctuating from Vice President to Secretary for the past 34 years. However, her husband brought up a rather poignant and eye opening observation:

"You guys keep saying you're Half Assers, but all you really are, are a bunch of posers!
It's your dad who is the real deal. He's a total Half Asser."

You know something, he's right. So would that really make him a Full Ass? Us kids kind of Half Assers? And would that mean that my sisters new baby would be a Quarter Half Asser or just a poser like the rest of us?

So with that, may I introduce to you
Lillian Grace "Quarter Ass Poser" Hall.

Eight Is Enough

I was tagged, or at least self tagged by Heidi to list 8 Thing I did today. Well I decided to do 8 things I did yesterday because today isn't even half through. And I will say, yesterday was a really good/productive day. So here we go.

1. I woke up, got in the shower and began going through my emails and chatting with friends. Usually this takes up most of my day but I had things I needed to do. So by 1:30 I left my house with a To Do list and headed downtown to my school to get some things finalized. I thought it would take a lot longer but really, just needed a signature and I was out!

2. I have 10 nieces and nephews. For each of there 2nd birthdays I do a painting of them. Well each year with me being busier and busier, it ends up they don't get it until their 3rd birthday. Walker turned 3 last month and although he doesn't have his picture, I am finished with it and just have to matte it.
I went to Pearl Art Supply Store and bought some matte board so I can matte it.

3. By this time it was 4:00. I had a mass load of laundry to do so I went straight to the laundry matte and began my wash.

4. After waiting for exactly 28 minutes, I put them into the dryer and decided instead of sitting around and waiting, something I hate doing in general, I went to the bank to make some deposits.

5. I had some time to spare so after the bank I went home, dropped off Walkers picture frame and matte board and then went and picked up my laundry.

6. The best thing about doing laundry is that when I am done, I get to make my HUGE bed with all it's fluffness and I actually look forward to going to sleep because I feel like the Princess and the Pea engulfed in all the down, and it smells really good.
My OCD tendencies though would not allow me to make my bed nor put my laundry away until I vacuumed the floor. So I did.

7. It's 7:00 pm and I was finally done. I went over to a friends house to watch a movie and have some serious girl time. We tried to make up for the night before's girl night where we watched The Notebook but it just wasn't the same with a boy there. You just can't cry like you want to.

8. After the movie and sitting in her house that is 80 degrees, we decide that gelato sounds really good. We didn't even think about it for 2 seconds before we were off the bed and out the door. There is a place up the street so we walked there, in the cold fog. There was a moment we were about to go to Starbucks for some hot chocolate instead but once we sampled the tasty gelato, we were hooked.

Mmm, mmm, the place was good but it didn't cure the hankering for Lavender Gelato that I get at Tango Gelato on Fillmore.

People, seriously. You have to go sample some because it's Uzelicious!

Ok, so who's next? Erica, Katie, Kambria? Come on ladies, I know you have interesting lives, that's why we are friends right?! :)

FRIDAY THE 13TH

What is it about Friday the 13th that get people so creeped out or worried that something bad is going to happen? Where did these superstitions or myths come from that have created this reaction in us? I started to look some things up and, because I get bored reading, I chose a few that might be of interest:

• The origins of Friday superstitions are many. One of the best known is that Eve tempted Adam with the apple on a Friday.
• The origins of the Friday the 13th superstition have also been linked to the fact there were 13 people at the last supper of Jesus, who was traditionally crucified on Good Friday.
• 'Friday' was named after Frigg (or Frigga), the Norse goddess of marriage. Later she was confused with the goddess of love, Freya, who in turn became identified with Friday. When the Norsemen and Germanic tribes became Christians, Freya was supposed to have been banished to the mountains as a witch. Friday came to be called 'witches' Sabbath. It was believed that on this day, each week, twelve witches and the Devil met - thirteen evil spirits in all.
• Both the Hindus and Vikings reportedly had a myth in which 12 gods were invited to a gathering and Loki, the god of mischief, crashed the party and incited a riot. Tradition in both cultures holds that 13 people at a dinner party is bad luck and will end in the death of the party-goers.
• The number 12 is considered a lucky number. 12=1+2=3=physical reality. As a result, the number which follows 12 was thought to be evil.
• Buildings avoid numbering the 13th floor.
  
• Airplanes avoid the 13th aisle.
  
• Psychologists believe that Friday the 13th will become a day of bad luck if people focus on the day because people will create their own bad luck by paying attention to the superstition.
• Giving birth: "A child born on a Friday is doomed to misfortune." (1846)
• Getting married: "As to Friday, a couple married on that day are doomed to a cat-and-dog life."
• Hearing news: "If you hear anything new on a Friday, it gives you another wrinkle on your face, and adds a year to your age." (1883)
• Moving: "Don't move on a Friday, or you won't stay there very long." (1982)
• And most common of all, Friday the 13th is considered a bad luck day.

So in looking this over, I realized something kind of spooky
# of myths = 13
# of Fridays mentions = 13

Something I never noticed before was how similar this guy;

Jason from Friday the 13th

looks like this guy:

Sloth from Goonies

Now that's a pretty Uzelicious observation!

Are you ANTM?

So here she is, my first official blog all my own. So what am I going to write about today, absolutely nothing.
"Why?" you might ask.
Well because I am sitting here with one of my friends watching America's Next Top Model and I can't be distracted right now.
I spent a whole Saturday with a good friend of mine and 3 guys watching ANTM marathon while on vacation. And might I add, it was the best vacation ever! I just couldn't believe how sucked in the guys were. We couldn't break them away from the t.v. and when it was time to eat, they got their food but only ate when it was commercial time.
Who knew they would enjoy it so much?
I did because America's Next Top Model is super Uzelicious!