Suki, Cinnamon also makes that face while cleaning himself.

A while ago I wrote about how I was trying to pay off our credit cards for vacation to Comic Con.  I did that, like, immediately after.  In case you were wondering.

Secondly, I'm trying to come up with some spending money for the trip.  Most the money we will have will be going towards gas and food.  A friend recently asked me if I was taking any spending money.   On a vacation.  That we've been planning for months.

I don't know, is this a weird question to anyone else?  "Oh, you're going on vacation?  You taking any spending money?"  "Oh, no.  You know, the hotel is costing so much already."  I understand not having much money to spend, but isn't spending money a given for planned vacations such as these?

"Oh, driving 19 hours, eh?  Gonna do anything when you're down there?  Or, just... sit in your hotel room and think of how far you driven?"

NINETEEN HOURS.  Of course I'm going to buy all sorts of useless garbage on that trip.

I'll be at a gas station in northern California at 2 am asking the person parked ahead of me if they would help me with the pump because I'm on vacation and forgot how to set it because I'm from Oregon and everyone is asleep in the car 8 more hours to go until Portland do you know I went to Comic Con look at this collection of 40 bobble heads I bought [insert maniacal laugh].

Spending money.  Puh-leaz.

Anyway.  Back to coming up with spending money.  We owned a Wii Fit.  I think you can tell where this is going with the word "owned".  I confessed to Jesse I've been thinking about selling it for a long while now, but haven't had a reason to.  And hello, Comic Con.  I would love to give you money.  When I told this to Jesse, he did what we call "not take the news well".  He thought we should keep it, yadda bla bla.  I said I haven't used it in forever (possibly literally), and I prefer the 30 Day Shred (I don't know why) or Dance Dance Revolution.  He was still having a hard time with it, but it was mine so he let me sell it.  But before the guy came over to buy it, he decided to step up on that Wii Fit board one last time.

Some of you may know where this is going.

"Hello, Jesse!  It has been 404 days since your last session."  When Jesse sent that to me over text, I didn't actually know what I was looking at because I thought he had sent me an error message.  Nerds know what I'm talking about.

Needless to say, he was cool with me selling it after that.

And how many times do you think he has mentioned buying dinner with the money?  Well, it's just vacation.  I guess we don't need to take any spending money.

I have no new pictures for you.  That's from our first anniversary.  Yeah, I know, not very interesting.

Some of you may not know this, but I am a biggest fan.

That's right!

I'm going to share a secret with you, that you mustn't tell anyone.  People love getting resumes for fake things.  I.e, a biggest fan resume and a granddaughter resume.  There is no fake resume that I have typed up where I did not achieve my goal.  There's lots of real resumes that never did the trick, but we are not focusing on that. Of course, you have to have the type of personality to grovel, which may not be your thing.

But it is mine.  Which is how I became Amy's biggest fan.

My friend Amy is a writer.  Her name is A.B. Keuser.  Even though I just said it was Amy.  Follow along, people.  Actually, you can follow her Facebook page here.  Support me by supporting her.  Okay, yes, she is unpublished, but that is where you come in.  Follow her Facebook page.  And her blog is here.

Sorry, no cats today I guess.  However, last night Cinnamon was sitting on the couch pouting because I wasn't sharing my sandwich and Suki came and laid right next to him.  Like, touching.  Cinnamon was not pleased with this development at first.  And then Suki did something I've wanted them to do since forever.  She started cleaning Cinnamon!  And then immediately had to do that "ugh, Cinnamon, that was a lot of hair" thing with her tongue and stopped.  But the moment was beautiful while it lasted.

Okay, have a wonderful 4th of July!  Let's not forget that this is a pretty awesome country to live in, with the fact that I have to sell my Wii Fit for money for Comic Con.  And I have nothing to complain about that.

I think Susan's blog title is from a Britney Spears song, but you won't find that here.

Can anyone find a picture of Jillian Michaels when she was chubby?  Because I can't.

Oops, I lied.

Okay, who's becoming a little too obsessed with Jillian Michaels?

Moving forward...

I sat down (on the toilet, if you were wondering) and figured out how to get that fifth petal on those flower fridgies.  I think they go perfectly with our Pac Man and starfish and Marvel superhero magnets.  Which, if it weren't for Jesse, I wouldn't know the difference between Marvel and DC.  Fyi?  There's a big difference.

Anyway.  I can add "crochet" to my crafting resume.  Which I will have my mom type up for me promptly, after I apologize to her for writing on my blog about crocheting on the toilet.

In all fairness, I knit on the toilet too.  But not if there's some fancy pattern.  A washcloth, maybe, but not a glove.

Mom?  Is that resume done?

Okay, Suki:

Cinnamon:

This is a picture of Cinnamon on SUSAN's porch.  I've also seen Suki lounging there as well, but she has the wherewithal to flee the scene before photographic evidence can be made.

Well, this was nice and all but I have some Crash Bandicoot to play.

A little less knit, a little more crochet

So The Jilted Ballerina made a post dedicated to me, and in true wooing fashion, I did whatever she asked.

An improperly crocheted flower fridgie!  I left out a petal somehow, but oh well.  I guess I didn't need to point out my failure, did I?  She posted a video here, for those of you crochet illiterate like me, and she is a very good instructor.  And in the least creepy way to say this, she has very nice hands.

I tried over and over again to crochet with some cotton yarn that would have had great colors, but I suffer from S.H.W.L.N.T.S. (Sweaty Hands When Learning New Things Syndrome) and boy howdy, sweat-tee.  So I switched to that mystery green yarn and bam, the eggs are in the egg drawer.

Oh, and to clarify from my last post, my husband had to ask what a "crip" was, and I told him I was referencing bloods and crips (two separate gangs), and how the Fat Bridesmaid was wearing a dark bandanna, which I assumed to be blue, and then assumed she was a gang member.  I realize now not everyone knows these things about gangs in the blogosphere.  Which, why do I know these things?  I do not understand.  I can't tell you anything about Greek mythology or fractions, but I can tell you all sorts of gang history and zombie facts.  And hypothetically how to bargain for a beer in Mexico.

So on Saturday night and Sunday night I bamboozled Jesse into doing the 30 Day Shred with me.  On Saturday when I had done it twice, I was feeling AWESOME.  The next day?  HORRID.  Jeesh, Jillian.  I'm even cheating through some of it by taking longer than a 5 second break.  But I do have to say I'm feeling great throughout the day.

We installed our air conditioner units yesterday, which actually means that my dad came over and installed our air conditioner units yesterday.  Have I mentioned how handy my dad is?  He's awfully handy.  And he'll gripe about fixing something for you, but you can see that light in his eye when you ask him to fix a problem.  My father's name is Mark and he loves PVC pipe, pocket knives, and complaining about fixing things.   His dislikes are kidney stones and fixing things.

Thinking of fixing things makes Dad feel:

And let's welcome Nan to the vast following on my blog!

AAAHHHH RABBITS.

New followers, people!

Okay, first of all let's welcome Shelley.  She hails from I Miss My Sanity and blogs about her animals often.  Why are other people's pets so interesting?  They're not, you say?  Stop posting about my cats?  YOU KNOW YOU LOVE THEM.

Next is The Jilted Ballerina.  She's crafty.  But probably not like ice is cold.  She's set on getting me to crochet, and if you saw my computer desk right now, you would know she is winning.

Next up is what's her face.  I forgot her name.  How rude am I to call someone what's her face?  FINE, I'll go look it up.  It's Erin from the Mother Load!  It was love at first sight with this post.  Don't tell Jesse there are women who even pretend to do chores in a little black dress.  Although I don't know how hot scooping the litter box wearing high heels can really be.

Which, speaking of the litter box.  On Thursday something came in the mail.  Something horrible. Something that would....ruin my night.

Oh, Jillian.  I thought I liked you.

But what's the best is when I was googling for that picture, I came across this one of a girl after her first 30 Day Shred work out.

Didn't want that posted on my ever-increasing in popularity blog?  Too bad.

Oddly enough, it looked a lot like my photo!

And who was totally not going to post that picture until that chick up there, who is apparently a crip, posted hers?

Okay, I assure you that my photo only looks better than the other girl's because of the lighting in the living room.  I was disgusting myself with the sweat falling everywhere.  Suki started rubbing up against my legs during my cool down and some sweat dripped down on her and who started to hate her owner?

Oh, I just realized that is the Fat Bridesmaid!  I don't think she would mind it so much anymore.  Way to ruin the embarrassment, Fat Bridesmaid.

Oh, that's right, I was speaking of the litter box.  I got up Friday morning and thought to myself, "Well look at that!  Only my arms hurt!  Even though I could barely walk myself to bed last night because my legs were shaking so much!"  And then I squatted down to clean the litter box and bam.

Jillian and I aren't on speaking terms.

However, last night I fell asleep at the rambunctious hour of 9pm, because, hello.  I'm a 23 year old partier who stays up until 9pm on Friday nights.  So this morning I got to hang out with Jillian again!  Lucky me!

Fortunately for me I'm making Jesse do the video with me tonight.  Because after we got up this morning, and I started exercising, who went back to bed?

**Edit - Please note those are JESSE'S legs in the following photo.  He was afraid they looked too girly and people would think they were mine.  He is like George Michael on Arrested Development when GOB needed "legs" for his saw-the-girl-in-half trick and he repeats "I'm okay with myself, I'm okay with myself."

Was it everyone but me?

Hmmm, Jillian?


P.S.
It's starting to finally get hot here in Portland.  I found poor Suki camping out in front of the fan.

She took my spot!

Go ahead and take the time to notice my TWO. NEW. FOLLOWERS!

We haven't seen slugs in about a week.  I haven't mentioned it because not thinking about it has been helping.  You know when you get some sort of infestation in your house (no?  You're not disgusting like me?) and suddenly every little fleck could be an ant (or FLEAS, barf)?  It's like that.  You remember from the horrible photos.  They were the same color as the shower walls so every time I go into the bathroom I open up the shower curtain, ready to go on a rampage.  But it's been okay guys, calm down.

HEY!  You.  Yes, you, stalking me.  I know who you are, and you should stop waiting for Susan to post regularly to come out of hiding and start following MEEEEEE.  Jesse and Cinnamon sleepily plead with you in the photo above.

IN THE MEANTIME (Jessica), craft night is resuming tonight.  Jenna will be joining Susan and I.  Okay, well, that's all there was for that paragraph.

Over here at Bye Bye, Pie, some of us decided to do Jillian Michaels' 30 Day Shred because we hate ourselves.  I say this even though I have not received my dvd in the mail, so I don't really know what I'm talking about.  But I did do some Dance Dance Revolution to "prep" myself, and HOLY COW WHO IS OUT OF SHAPE?  I don't talk about my weight on this blog, except for that little blurp to the right where I stated I weigh 120 pounds "give or take a few dozen".  Now, the give or take might be a little modest.  It's more like "add 80 pounds and cry a little inside".  But I don't get down on myself about my weight too often (I bet Jesse begs to differ with that statement) because a wonderful addition to that weight gain was a butt.  Because the women in my family tend to be, how you say, "top heavy".  As in, we were out with friends one time and I went to the bathroom and on the way back my friend's husband said to her "woooah, that chick has huge boobs" and she said to her husband "that's Katie!" and he said "don't tell her I said that" and hello internet, meet that story.

So, anyway, I might blog about it some.  But it's definitely not going to turn into a health blog because a few weeks ago my sister was reading a bio on some animator chick who said she loved peas and bacon and I said "So she eats healthy" which was surprisingly not said condescendingly.  To which Susan said, "One of those was bacon!  That's not healthy!"  And I retorted, "One of those things is never in my diet."  "Good point," said the defeated Susan, looking up at me while I sat highly on my steed.

Someone misses her Brittney :(