No Need to Argue About it. (With various updates)

We are leaving for the airport at o-dark thirty tomorrow to go see my sister and her family in Vancouver. Woo- Hoo!  I have been looking around for things to do while we are there, so this trip is more than just sitting around the house, eating too much, and napping more than your average newborn/octogenarian.

I found this  and decided it was the perfect activity for us to do as a family. Because really, Vancouver is gorgeous and I really enjoy being in places that actually have seasons beyond just hot, cold and windy.  So why not take advantage of the beautiful  scenery and get out and do something together? (And truth be told,  there is not a single member of our family that couldn't be benefited by a trot every now and then.

Yet another reason (and probably the most compelling reason) I wanted to get in on this activity, was because I thought it would be hilarious to listen to the Mighty B tell people that he ran in the Terkey Twot. (He speaks English fluently, but Scooby Doo is still his default language.....which I hope he never grows out of. It's adorable)

Anyhow, I talked to him a minute ago and asked him what he was most excited about this weekend. Without skipping a beat he shouted, "Grandpa is coming and we are going to Seaside to get salt water taffy!"  Yeah- that's right. On the list of things he is excited about my mother and I are overshadowed not just by grandpa (which I can deal with) but also by salt water taffy. Whatever......little brat.

Once that little slap of reality ceased to sting, I said, "What do you mean? You're not even excited about the Turkey Trot?"

He said, "Umm I don know what dat iz." Apparently my sister hadn't passed the word along, or he had just forgotten.  

I told him, "The Turkey Trot is a race that we are going to do as a family. We are going to run along the Salmon River," one of their summer fave swimming spots.

With concern in his voice he said, "I don't think I can run that far."

I let him know that we could walk if we wanted, we could run if we wanted....or we could flap our wings and pretent to be turkeys making a break for it in an effort NOT to be caught and made into Thanksgiving dinner if we wanted!"

Then (the best part) he said with complete and utter sincerity in his voice, "Oh no. I'm not walkin'. I'm not losing to no turkey!"

The Mighty B searching for inner peace with a combination of yoga and temple visits.

Man- that kid kills me. I'll let you know how we turkeys fare. It should be hilarious, no doubt.

P.S. The irony in this is that he is the kid that for the better part of his childhood would say, "No I don't want to go for a walk. How about a carry? You can walk, but carry me"

Addendum: Apparently it needs to be stated that just because I think my nieces and nephews are the cutest, that does not mean I think your nieces and nephews/children are ugly. So y'all can go ahead and stop emailing me about how wrong and rude I am being. Look up the literary term 'hyperbole' There is more than enough cuteness to go around. Honest. Even if my family is taking up most of it ;) And the fact that you even feel the need to argue about this....adorable and light hearted topic makes me sad for you.

Addendum the sequel: Screw that Turkey Trot of Death! It was like 21 degrees outside and has been snowing. Kings a) are not that committed to running/trotting/skipping in any form. Really anything that requires even the least bit of hustle, we don't enjoy these things. b) Kings don't really get down on Mother Nature.and c) Screw that shiz at the buttcrack of dawn. I don't black Friday shop and I don't do things that would have most CERTAINLY gotten the Pioneers killed had they tried something so foolisly planned. It just seems like disrespect to their legacy. I stayed in bed that day, just as God, Mother Nature, and the Pioneers would have wanted me too. I'm nothing if not mindful of honoring history.

But Happy Thanksgiving week anyway. Today- I am thankful for the chance to see my sisters family who I don't get to see nearly often as I would like!

Oh you Tangled Web, You.

So there is this blog that I read sometimes, not because I agree witth the things he says. Actually, most often I don't.  But he is usually pretty super interesting and his humor is dry and biting,  I can't help but be amused, even when I don't agree with him.   I stumbled on his main blog because he also is the author of  The Dog Blog that I enjoy to-no-end.

Anyhow- I'm not going to post his blog here.....you can go to his blog and read it for yourself.  He apparently has the belief that Democracy does't, and won't ever work (long term)....because we 'The People' are given too much power to vote on things that we have zero expertise in and even less knowledge about.  Funny thing, it kind of makes sense to me....and that scares me more than just a little. s.

But ether way, all politics aside, The Dog Blog is freaking hilarious.

One last blurb, then bed.....

So is anyone still watching survivor? Well- I am. And I am going to say honestly, without reservation that this girl (and her attitude) is EVERYTHING that is wrong with us as a people.
"Dis just who I am. It's who I been. Who I'm gunna be. You don't like it.....F*ck it, and them."

I miss the time when "Who we are" was something that was dynamic. That was (and should) be changed, improved upon and modified as we grew and matured. After this week at work, and this? I am slowing losing faith in us as humans.

Again, I ask....Who raised these people? Certainly not even wolves...even they teach respect and appropriate behavior/communicaition.  Hmmmmm maybe we should join ourselves with a pack of quad-rapeds and start taking some serious notes. Maybe work together on a task force of some sort.

I believe you know what this means....

AND IT'S ONLY NOVEMBER 10th!

And to think...I just found my running shoes in the bottom of the latest box that I unpacked. I'll start working out now...right after I finish straightening all of those deck chairs on the Titanic.

A Dangerously Hilarious Liaison

I'm not Rachel Greene. I am not even going to try and pretend that I would choose Dangerous Liaisons over Weekend at Bernie's. And this video is just one of the many reasons why. The fact that Bernie has prompted this has just cemented my love of all things related to stupid and 80's movies. I've watched this more times than I care to admit and I grin like an idiot each time. However, I'm not sure what these people are talking about with this while 'new dance craze' stuff. We've been doing this since college in the late 90's. We called it 'The Man with One Jell-o Leg.'

And for the record....we did it WAY better than the one white kid (who appears to be in the late stages of rigamortis) they found to do it. Hilarious!

Job well done....

This is what one of my students handed in today for their vocab quiz. They had 30 minutes to work on it.

(Click the pic to see the quiz in all it's larger sized glory) 

It was over vocabulary from The Scarlet Letter, incase you couldn't tell.

Things you may know, and things you may not.

My dad turned 60 today. That makes me feel old just by extension.

I can't stand fruit flavored cakes. Also raisins in cookies are an abomination above all else. Don't try to healthy up my dessert. I'm fat and I'm happy. I don't need the underhanded judgement that has been baked in your fake cookie.

I have never bought a red velvet cake or cupcake that is better than my own.

The word moist makes me cringe, literally.

I would rather die from anemia than take iron pills.

I am an amazing judge of character, unless you are a man I want to date....then I am useless.

Sometimes I think I will die alone because Luke, from Gilmore Girls, is not a real man.

I hate it when people from nondenominational churches, or those who have no faith of their own to offer as an alternative, want to argue and tell me that I am a bigot and believe in the wrong God because I do have very specific beliefs that I make no apologies for. Because really- if you're going to tell me that I am wrong.....when even YOU don't know think you know what it right.....you're just wasting your breath and your opinion holds no weight with me. I just can't seem to find any respect for that.

Dating the 'gangster with a heart of gold' helped me to learn that I am pretty handy with a hand gun and assault rifle. I still have yet to find a situation in my life where these skills are necessary. *please sing that the tune of 'One of these things is not like the other one.'

I am a spectator, not an athlete, definitely not a coach.

The final walk thru in my house is tomorrow. I get the keys next week. This has me equal parts excited and petrified.

Every day I go to work with the fear that today is the day I am going to be recognized as a fraud.

I think my grandpa might have been loosely linked to the NY mafia....which I find totally awesome.

Out of all my accidents and spills (which usually result in broken bones....go big or go home, right?) the one that is the most embarrassing came from stepping out of a Chinese restaurant on a late night food binge. I stepped on an uneven piece of sidewalk, twisted my foot and snapped the bone behind my pinky toe. Even more embarrassing, I didn't go to the doctor. I waddled back home and ate my General Tsao's Chicken. Finally, I decided to go in the morning, after breakfast.

Mustard and bananas are respectively the most selfish of all condiments and fruits.

I had a roommate in college who would ONLY eat 4 sided french fries.

If I were Noah, I would have grabbed the unicorns and kicked out the frogs.

I became a teacher because noting else even occurred to me.

I am jealous that my dogs army bomber jacket is cooler than any other piece of clothing that I own.

When I was growing up, my parents worked at Dodger Stadium, so I spent most of my childhood summers there. Tommy Lasorda made fun of me for getting mustard from my Dodger dog onto my shirt. That may have been the best, most embarrassing moment of my life.

I voluntarily listen to more sports talk radio than any unmarried, straight woman I know.

Also- I am very tired and annoyed I can't upload any pics.....but I have't posted in a while...so I figure i should give some sort of update. If you are on FB, you know I've been super busy.....and you can even see the pics of what I've been up to.

If Karl G. Maeser drew a chalk line of honor around me....I might stick my toe out from time to time, I'm wild like that.

And now- I'm going to bed listening to the sounds of lightning and thunder. Perfect!