Thanksgiving & Portland

Thanksgiving:



I made turkey cake pops for dessert. Aren't they cute?!


My mother is insane.


The children and I played a very strange game wherein someone was a singer on tour and all of us had to make sure a plastic doll didn't touch the floor.


This illustrates a streak of a child leaping over me with aforementioned plastic doll.


Later that night, Jarbabe came over.


Then we went to Lauren's house where I found a leopard print snuggie, which is my new obsession. Jared and Dylan were not too pleased.


Portland:


Jared and I left Friday afternoon to spend the weekend in Portland. It should have taken us around 3 hours from Providence, but it ended up taking a lot longer because we took the scenic route.


This obviously paid off--we discovered an old Ames on the way. I used to LOVE Ames. Strangely enough, right before we found this, I asked Jared if he remembered Ames. I assume this is because I am psychic.


Anyway, there was a hotel.


And pumpkin whoopie pies from Two Fat Cats Bakery.



And love. Lots of that.


Also, a bacon candy bar. It was ok, except for the moments after consumption, when random bits of bacon joined together in my mouth to form a circle of bacon fat. OH GOD WHY?!


This is me being excited about going to the bathroom, only to find the most disgusting stalls known to man.


Disgusting bathrooms aside, Portland is the most adorable city to ever exist. Jared and I are moving here immediately.


Did I mention how much I love hotels? Because I do. I want to live inside one.


I think it's because of the ice machine. This is before our journey to obtain a bucket of ice. Do you see how much joy it brings?!


Pretty ocean.


Jared is obsessed with lobsters. I think they're weird and disgusting. My face was disfigured almost the entire meal, as I sat and watched Jared disassemble this poor creature in horror.


I don't really know what happened after that except that we ordered the entire Chili's menu and watched Along Came Polly. This is Jared the next day, about to pee inside a portapotty that hadn't been emptied in a week.


Then we attempted to take a nice, normal picture by the water. But we are not nice, normal people. So instead we have this. I think it's infinitely better.

Hope your Thanksgiving weekend was delicious and relaxing!

Blue skidoo

"Chicken spaghetti—I’m making it this morning—causes thick, salty tears to form in my eyes. Then I find I’m crying over a chicken carcass boiling in a pot."




This is why I'm in love with Pioneer Woman.

Ticky Tacky

I don't know what has happened to me lately.
I think I might like it, but I am still undecided.

I love you, and you listen, but I don't think you understand. You laugh it off and it bothers me, because my mind is trying to do many things. I don't know what love means, or why I love you, really. But I don't want to question it, so I won't. There are more important things that need to be questioned.

I have also learned that I cannot penalize my mother for her ignorance.

I am fortunate, though, because now I realize the best gift I can give my future children is respect.

Snapshot Sunday

Today was Lilly's baptism. I was transporting rice in the passenger seat, so Jared sat in the back. Then he sat in the front and got rice juice all over his pants and it was really quite unfortunate.


Then we went to church and saw Lilly get water on her head.


Jared and I still don't understand how grown, educated adults attend mass and think it's factual/real instead of being exactly like Santa Claus. On the bright side, the church itself was exceptionally beautiful.


I really hope no one saw us do this.


Then we went to the hall. These chocolate lollipops made the cutest centerpieces.


Look and Lilly and her uncle! So adorable.


Then we left early because the entire party was like watching a soap opera. We went back to Jared's house where we acquired a child. Long story short: today is our 9 month anniversary so it was very clear to me that when this mouse fell out of Jared's closet, it symbolized the child I have been secretly carrying inside me throughout the duration of our relationship. Also, when we went to Virginia, we made up an imaginary friend named Willard, who is a rat that loves Jesus, pecan pie, and Internet fetish forums. So...I guess what I'm trying to say is that we're insane and Jared is really good at sewing.


Mother and baby.


Proud father and son.

See ya never.

Absence

While I've been gone I have:
-had several emotional breakdowns
-switched my major from elementary education to psychology
-applied for a new job; my interview is scheduled soon
-attended a Halloween party, where Jared & I were pirates
-vacuumed my room 7 times

Here are some pictures:








And last but not least, here's a video summary of my existence:



No Snapshot Sunday today. Why does no one ever want to do anything when I don't work late? :(

Post Script

PS, here's our van:



Perfect.

Snapshot

More of a "Snapshot Weekend" than a Sunday, but let's not get too technical.


Saturday morning/early afteroon. Autumn prancing.


Part II. I'm always so awkward.


Saturday evening. Booboo learned "On the Bus Mall" for me, which is really very perfect and sweet. Then we went to see Waiting for Superman at midnight, which was depressing and certainly worth your $10.


After the movie we went to sleep and woke up and Jared declared that he hates Snapshot Sunday because I harass his entire life with my camera. I actually do this every day anyway, so I'm not sure why he isn't used to it by now.


We went to Mel's diner which had good reviews but was not good in real life. On the bright side, bad breakfast places with steady patronage make me realize I could probably open up my own breakfast/brunch restaurant and do OK, which thrills me to no end.


Then I went to work and did absolutely nothing except order the boys to grab me grenadine and Sprite from the aisles.


I later used them in a Shirley Temple. Deeeeeeeeeeeelish.

Love,
me