Friday, February 27, 2009
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
I have always wanted to attend Mardi Gras in New Orleans. There's something so appealing about the glittery masks, cheap beads and anonymously flashing one's boobs in front of hundreds of strangers!
Not really. I doubt even New Orleans is ready for my 48 year old knee knockers!
Monday, February 23, 2009
Becca, my Oompa songbird, auditioned and was selected for the Adams State College High School Honor Choir along with a few other students from Mesa Ridge High School. It is a huge honor and only a select few from the school district were chosen. Becca was so excited that even a sinus infection and a slight case of laryngitis couldn't hold her back when the buses were ready to roll for the 3 day festival in Alamosa. We sent her off with our prayers and lots of advice. Gargle with salt and warm water (easy enough), suck on Ricola (not a problem) and don't talk in between practice (major problem!). Even with a hoarse voice she made the re-audition and final cut. So on Saturday the family loaded up the Impala and drove 250 miles south to hear her.
It was amazing! I cried. I cried at a high school choir concert! But it wasn't just any old high school choir. It was the best of the best in the state of Colorado, being directed by the best of the best in the state of Colorado. They sang, accompanied by just a piano and flute. They sang like Angels, their voices reverberating through the tall domed chapel ceilings of the Sacred Hearts Church.
Who would have thought that a noisy Oompa could sound so beautiful?
Dickidoo turned 40-something last week. Being as he has spoiled me like crazy this past year I really wanted to do something nice for him. A nice dinner out was out of the question being as I still have that massive phone bill to pay off, so I decided to make him his favorite meal... which unfortunately happens to be my least favorite meal. Liver and onions. P-yuck!
How exactly does one go about preparing a dish that one dislikes so much that one cannot discern whether it is prepared correctly or not? Liver, no matter how you prepare it, is nasty!
Dickidoo loved it! And strangely enough even I found it to be not bad at all when drizzled with a little blue cheese dressing.
Still, it won't be showing up on the menu again until Dickidoo's next 40-something'th birthday (assuming that he spoils me like crazy between now and then!)
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
How the heck do you forget a family reunion planned at YOUR house with one of the wackiest families in America?
Ask Dickidoo, cos I just don't know.
At any rate in just over a year the state of Colorado will be influxed by a crazy mix of Okinawan and Caucasians of all ethnic backgrounds (we're still not ruling out Martian and Plutonians). There is a potential of approximately 56.
No, they won't all be staying here in the House of Oompa although we have hosted many parties of 75+ guests. We will probably have a camper or two, and definitely a tent for the kids. The less adventurous will probably stay at a hotel in town.
I'll be in the tent with the kids, except on taco and burrito night.
Dickidoo will probably wish he was sleeping in his brother's house in Norwalk, California, except for the fact that my Mama will be at the stove controls the whole time and he wouldn't miss that for anything. I can't believe my dad isn't obese, cos my Mama can cook!
But, before then... Becca, Rocky and I are planning a road trip to New York to visit my sister Val and her yak farm. In case you don't recall, Val was the inspiration behind the name of this blog 'Dust Bunny Club of North America' when she visited my house shortly after I moved to Colorado and commented on my 'dust bunnies'. Anyhow, Val is flying out here during Spring Break to help me drive to her place where we hope to totally spoil her yaks silly, and then she'll drive back here with us and fly back home after we totally spoil her here. At least that is the plan.
Art is jealous. He wants to go with us. We want a 'girls roadtrip'. We want Art's pink haired girlfriend to go with us. He says no. I think he's selfish. His pink haired girlfriend would love it. He just doesn't want to get left home with his dad, computer addict brother and silly cousin.
Oh waaaaaaahhhhh! Get over it dude! The girls are going to New York and we're taking your pink haired girlfriend!
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
My nephew saw me putting some frozen corn kernels into the microwave. The next time he walked by I was pulling some corn on the cob out that I had just heated up.
'Oh Wow, you make your own corn?' he remarked in utter amazement. I wasn't sure what he was getting at so I slowly replied 'If you mean did I cook it, yes, I did.'
'I mean, did you stick the corn on those things yourself?' he clarified in all earnestness.
I promised my nephew that when he gets a girl friend I would share this story with her. Hopefully she will see the humor in it. My nephew didn't. He's such an Oompa! Hehehehe!
Monday, February 9, 2009
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Friday, February 6, 2009
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Over the past 25 years we have had:
- 5 children
- 2 grandchildren
- 4 apartments
- 3 houses
- 10 cars
- 4 trucks
- 1 motorcycle
- 2 dirt bikes
- 1 ATV
- 1 go-cart
- 3 lawn mowers
- 1 snow blower
- 3 dogs
- 3 cats
- 6 hamsters
- 1 hedgehog
- 1 ferret
- 7 dove
- 4 hermit crabs
- 4 crawdads
- 1 gold fish (Henry is 5 years old!)
- 24+ tropical fish (Henry's supper)
- 4 garter snakes (all MIA in the house)
- 8 TV sets
- 5 desktop computers (only this one still works)
- 1 laptop computer
- 14 cell phones (only 5 work)
- 8 automatic drip coffee makers
- 2 Bunn-Omatic Brew-Omatic 2 pot coffee makers (because you can never have too many Bunn-Omatic Brew-Omatic 2 pot coffee makers!)
Lets see what we can add to the list for the next 25 years. Happy Anniversary Steve!
Sunday, February 1, 2009
I saw a lady at the store with finger nails that were about 6 inches long. 6 inches! They were so long that they curled. The tops were polished a deep crimson, but the under sides were brown and flaky looking. Looking at them I couldn't help wondering what would inspire a person to grow their nails that long. Did they think it was fashionable? They looked filthy and germy. How did she manage to do things like zipping up clothing or fastening buttons? How can she pick up a grand baby or play with a child?
How does she use the bathroom?
Soooooooooooo, how 'bout them Steelers, huh?
Yeah, I know they're not the Broncos, but they're second best so yeah!
6X! Woo hoo!
Of course there will be no living with Dickidoo from now until the next Super Bowl... and if he whacks me with that dang 'terrible towel' one more time I'll make sure of it!