Sarah, Plain and Average

Today I came out to the living room and was asked by a nosy 5 year old, "Where are you going?". " Ummm...Nowhere."
"Well then why are you wearing those nice, going-somewhere-clothes?"
I was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, my hair was in the typical ponytail and I had no makeup on. Since when did jeans become my nice clothes?
Oh yeah, since 10th grade when I started wearing pajama pants to school, the store, the movies, on dates, etc. I used to wear jeans all the time, even sleep in them. But, I've come to the point where PJs are my regular clothes, jeans are dressed up, and skirts are fancy. Half the time I get ready to go somewhere, get out of the house, and start driving away before I realize that I didn't even look in the mirror. Sad, huh?
Those boys in high school made the mistake of telling me I looked fine without makeup. Well, I took it to heart because I just don't take the time for it, don't want to spend the money on it, and frankly, I never know if I'm even doing it right in the first place.
I'm not sure if anyone ever feels this way, but that is me.

The worse part is the crunch

Keturah is just trying to enjoy a bath without the attacks of a certain doting sister. She isn't as alone as she thinks she is.

The picture shrank the effect, but the moth was pretty big in my book. And fuzzy. This guy lucked out and lived to see the outside again, but I'm not that nice most of the time.

I've thought about why the big bugs are so much worse than the little ones, and I concluded that I just don't like the crunch. When you squish a little spider, there isn't a whole lot of action. With a heftier pest, there is the accelerated heart beat, the sweat beads, the breath holding, and then the crunch between your fingers from under the thin protection of the tissue. Not the sort of thrill I'm fond of. When I told Matt that is why I don't like killing the huge ants we get here, he said, "Naw, they don't really crunch. It's more of a pop." Like that helps. Thankfully Alex and Bekah help, but then I find half of a corpse with mangled limbs embedded in the carpet. I guess it could be a lot worse.

Throw more Brandy!

I think Alex is destined to be an actor. It seems like he is always playing a character and he is great at imitating people. I let them watch the pie fight from The Great Race, along with the part where Prof. Fate reveals his car for the race that has cannon and a cone on the front that heats up. Alex is a loud person already, but when he is in character as the ever-yelling Professor Fate, he takes it to a new level. Bekah has been deemed PF's sidekick, Max. Bekah might end up as a comedic sidekick anyway, with her talent for (unintentional) physical comedy and escape artistry. I had to take these two around the store in a car cart and I'm sure everyone was glad when we left. Alex was yelling, "Out of the way! Honk! Honk!" to everyone and kept asking me if he should use the cannon on the unfortunate trespassers, or the "hot poker thing". To get him to stop asking, I had to consent to him blasting everyone out of the way. I was trying to ignore the noise and get done as quickly as possible, so I didn't pay any attention to the "We're going to crash!" warning because that is usually part of their normal dialect as these characters. I smacked head on into a pillar and got a hefty bruise on my shin. Who puts a giant pillar in the middle of an aisle? I think I heard some kids laughing at me as I steered around the dumb thing.

So if you have no idea what I'm talking about, here is the pie fight for your enjoyment. I think it may be my favorite scene from a movie ever.





Referring to the video at about 3:20, I can now explain what happened at lunch the other day. It didn't register at first when the kids kept saying "Banished. Banished. Banished." to each other while eating. Finally it clicked and I called out, "Are you guys throwing crumbs at each other?" The silence told me everything I needed to know.

Blah, Blah, Blah

Have you ever played Clue? When I played with older siblings, they were always writing their findings down which led them to winning faster. I thought I had gotten pretty good, so I challenged my friend Eva. She started writing furiously and kept writing the whole time when she wasn't taking a turn. I was sweatin' bullets and thinking I must be really stupid because I didn't have anything. It turns out that I won, and I immediately asked her if I could see what she wrote. The entire page was covered:
Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah.

It made me laugh. When I asked her if she was just trying to throw me off, she explained, "No, I just saw this blank page and thought I was supposed to fill it."

Anyway, these pictures have absolutely nothing to do with that story. I typed the title thinking that nobody wants to read what I write and they just want some pictures, so why explain them? I might as well be writing Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah.
However, I'll still provide you with some orientation.

At one of the many beaches...

In Frankenmuth--a little German town with fun stuff to see.

We got some cheese, homemade ice cream, and some taffy.

It's Official

Keturah has been inducted into the family White Trash Hall of Fame. Just look how happy she is to be dressed like this:

She also scored high in the couch potato category.

All this fame just keeps the fans swarming.