Cowboys and Indians and Squaws, oh my…

Keith and I attended a Cowboy and Indian-themed birthday party (so not PC) on Saturday to celebrate three birthdays: his 25th, and the birthdays of two of our other good friends, Shauna and Lacy. It was all Lacy’s idea, cause she’s all about the themed parties. We had a blast. I dressed up in my boots and a borrowed cowboy hat. I even bought a holster with some cap guns from Walmart (and rolls of ammo) to complete my look. When we checked out, the lady was like, “Oh, some little boy is going to be so happy.” I laughed, and so she was like, “or you.” That’s right, you scoundrel, the cap gun is for me. Anyhow, Keith was supposed to dress like an Indian, but he failed to get his outfit together. Luckily our friend Kailey had puff-painted an extra vest and had an extra feathered headband just lying around. She’s been quite the Martha Stewart lately. Keith ended up looking more like a boy scout than an Indian, but oh well. At some point, a couple of bandits brought in this overflowing mug of jello shots, which made for a fun time. It’s in an “Employee of the Year” mug from The Office. I don’t watch the show, but I’ve been told I’m missing out. Keith and I will probably rent season one soon and get started.

In other news, I haven’t attempted to use the Neti Pot again yet, but I’m still all clear from round one. Also, I’m on page 500 of Breaking Dawn, the last book in The Twilight Saga by Stephenie Meyer. Good stuff, folks. Good stuff.

ALSO, if you know Keith please tell him Happy Birthday! Oct. 24 is his big 2-5! He’s all grown up now.

I’m probably never ironing again

Yesterday morning Keith asked me to iron his “red” shirt. Sure, no problem. I went to the closet, grabbed the red, long-sleeved shirt and took it to the kitchen to iron. I asked him once more, “the red long-sleeved, button-down shirt?” throwing as many adjectives in there as I possibly could. Yep, that was the one, he said. I HATE to iron, maybe more than any other domestic duty in the world. Before Keith was around, I kept a bottle of wrinkle releser in the closet, and if any of my clothes had any major creases or folds, I’d attack them with my magic wrinkle releasing potion. Of course, it was a flawed system, but good enough for me. Anyhow, because I’m short on patience, I always turn the iron up as high as it will go. The hotter the better, right? So I ironed the red shirt and took it to Keith. “that’s not the right shirt,” he said. Now we were down to the wire. He had to be out the door in 2 minutes, and I had to get this stupid shirt ironed. That’s when the iron tumbled from the ironing board and bounced around a couple times on the tile floor before it landed, hot side down, of course, on my bare foot. Awesome! As I drove to work, my foot felt like it was literally on fire inside my shoe. I’m ok today, but there’s still some iron patterning on my foot, like when you hold an iron to clothes for too long.

Ok, now I’m off to track down a hardcover copy of Eclipse, the third book in Stepehenie Meyer’s Twilight saga. I can’t wait to start reading it!

Finally, I promise I’m going to update the About section this weekend. For some reason, it’s been the hardest thing for me to do. Keep your eye out for it…

Apparently I love vampires.

So don’t judge me, but it’s true. After weeks of hearing nonstop about how amazing Stephenie Meyer’s vampire books were, I finally gave in and began reading the first in the four-book series, Twilight. I had my doubts, and I really didn’t want to like them. But here’s to you, Kailey, Erin, Lacy, Corinne and all others who sang its praises, I’m enraptured in Twilight like maybe no other book I’ve ever read. I can’t really explain it, but the way Meyer describes one of the main characters, the vampire Edward Cullen, is just so vivid that I feel like I know him. In addition, these characters are so complex and perfectly flawed. There. I’ve justified my infatuation. Read the book. I think you’ll find it equally enthralling. By the way, my involvement with this book is also my excuse for the skimpy blogging lately. That and working my tail off to make extra money. I’m going to do better this week. I promise.

Also, I wanted to mention that Friday was apparently “National Talk Like a Pirate Day,” or something like that. There was a very interesting group of pirates along the street near my office. They held signs that said things like, “Honk=Argh”. Very cool guys. In contrast, there were some extremist Christian protesters across the street from our pirate buddies. (protesting some media convention because according to them, the media is a homosexual-loving outfit) They were holding very offensive signs that said things like, “Demo Fags,” and they had their children out there carrying these signs, of all things. They were also stomping on the American Flag, and wearing them from their belt loops so that they would drag the ground. Not cool guys. One of my coworkers, Mr. Ryan Byrd, who always has fabulous blog posts has the whole scoop here. You really should check it out because he took a LOT of great pictures of the pirates and the protesters.

And finally, no iPhone kids. Apparently, my phone isn’t eligible for upgrade until May. This means that I may purchase one from AT&T, but for a small fortune, rather than the $200 I was more than willing to shell out for the technological masterpiece. I can’t wait till May. We’re coming up with a plan. I will elaborate when we get the kinks ironed out.