Maybe you should go to the gym instead of eating that.

You guys.  My mind is useless for a blog.

Comic Con.

Comic Con.

Comic Con.

But most importantly?

VACATION.  And to those inquiring minds, Comic Con is a big convention that started out like a million years ago for comic books.  It's become a lot more than that, bringing vendors from all sorts of media to it, like movies.  Jesse is going for the comic books.  I'm going for the ladies.  Kidding.  I'm going for the t-shirts. 

And the ladies.

I must find something else to talk about.

Well.

Here's a picture of a homeless guy an old friend of mine took while he was driving.  It's okay, there was no law against that then.

His sign says "See if you can hit me with quarters."

With my Ford Escort #1, the odometer only had five digits.  Meaning that someday I would drive it to 100,000 miles and it would just be 0 again.  I had been awaiting the day it my car's mileage would start over, as it were, and one fateful night it happened.  I was in the car with my friend Tony, driving to St. Johns when it slowly rolled on over to zero.

This is the email I sent my parents with that picture back in 2006:

"Check it out, dawgs.  However, that last number does look like a five.  But it's not.  And see how the speed is at  zero?  It's because I STOPPED ON A BRIDGE."

First of all, yes, I still call my parents "dawgs" and second of all, my friend wasn't the least bit enthused we stopped on a bridge.  I don't mean like "Oh, careful for the bridge, you might fall in the creek (or crick)" kind of bridge.  But there was no one behind us, CALM DOWN.  He didn't UNDERSTAND.  The Blue Bullet was starting over!!!

Fourth of all, how did my mom not have a heart attack with all these cryptic emails I sent her about stopping on bridges and the like?  Oh man, I read the whole thread from my sister for that email and she had said, "I can't believe you stopped on a bridge.  I only do that to light cigarettes or open a beer."

Not long after that, Ford Escort #1 stopped.  As in, no more go.  I donated it to the Diabetus Association.  Yes I know I spelled it wrong.  I pronounce diabetes like an old man.

And here's a toothpastefordinner.com comic:

That's all for today, folks.  I'll be here next week to disappoint you some more.

Okay, you convinced me.  Here's a picture from Brittney's wedding a couple years ago when we all helped her pee while in her wedding dress.

Independence Day. Where we blew stuff up.

I've been something we call "lazy" around these parts.  These pictures have been on the computer just waiting for resizing and to be posted.  Instead, I've been sitting around reading Twilight.

"I usually don't have a burger, a brat, and a steak but, it is 4th of July. And I need the energy if I'm gonna start blowin crap up. It's what the founding fathers would want."
--Jim Gaffigan

For Independence Day (Will Smith), Jesse and I traveled to Cottage Grove to hang out with my sister's in-laws.  I've never ridden a quad before, and because I like making a fool of myself, it was the first thing I did there.

We then did crafts, because hey, I like crafts.  First we made "angels".

Or "angles" as some might type, however mine is just a girl.  Making a hair fashion statement.

Those wings were frustratingly hard to put on.

Then the Smith family (my sister and her husband, I can't believe I have to explain this to you, where have you BEEN) had a water balloon fight.  Here is my niece Jasmine looking awfully adorable.

Oh, and here is one of Christy smashing a water balloon in Jasmine's face.  You may need to click on it to get the full effect.

I went inside to check on Mikey later on, as he was supposed to have changed his clothes.  I heard something that sounded a lot like a naked 6 year old jumping on the bed, and alas, I was right.  We finally got him to put some shorts on.

My little stingray.

And then we painted shirts to be all patriotic up in here.

We blew stuff up.

And then we came home and had a heat wave.  The cats haven't been doing much.

Do you like how I say the cats haven't been doing much?  As in I often find them doing useful things?

Also, no, I did not read myself a children's book and then go to bed.  That is ridunkulous.

Oh, and I saved the best for last.

P.S.

I finished Twilight.  Which means SPOILER.  As though you don't know everything about Twilight already.

Was anyone ELSE annoyed with how stupid they made Edward seem when he showed his "true form" in the movie, but it wasn't nearly as lame in the book?  In the movie he has the whole "You will see me in my scary monster form, inhale, large sigh" but in the book he was all casual about it.  And he was a little less emo about the whole thing in the book.  He was happy just to be around Bella.  Okay, I know it's not the most amazingly written book, but considering a stay at home mom got the writing itch and just went with it?  Not so bad, you dig?

And did you know if you misspell marital it can become martial?  Talk about a strange conversation.  Oh, irony!  I just misspelled misspell up there.

The day of our independence. And, what's that? More talk of Jillian Michaels?

I've created a monster.

Jesse had us up at 6 am to work out today.  Well, he was up, I was still moaning and whining in bed.  Homeboy was PUMPED.  I do have to say, having my husband as a workout partner is the best.  He's constantly saying "your butt looks great!" and "you're so cute!" and "I just can't get over how adorable you are right now!" even though I'm disgusting at that moment.  I'm one of those head sweaters (as apposed to a sweater for a head) and sweat is flinging and dripping in the most unattractive matter.  You know how men sweat, women glisten?  Sure.  But not Katie.  I do believe I mentioned in a previous post that I got some sweat on Suki as she was rubbing up against my post-Shredding self.

I have to say that I am really enjoying this workout (the 30 Day Shred if you are just tuning in, and, why?).  When I did workouts at the gym, my back would always hurt after being on the elliptical.  But with this workout, my back doesn't hurt at all.  My feet sure hurt when I work out in the morning (not in the evening when I'm all warmed up), but I need to get better shoes.  And then there's that guy I was talking about who doesn't seem to mind rubbing my clammy feet after a workout.  I know, who is this guy?

Another thing is, I think Jillian is very nice during the workout.  I mean, she can't very well shout out in the tape, "Come on, big boobs, you can do better than that!"  Then again, we are still on Level 1.  Dark and dangerous roads lie ahead in Levels 2 and 3.  But people give her a bad rep.  The only thing she says in Level 1 that is pushy is that you CAN do jumping jacks.  "I have 400 pound people doing jumping jacks, so can you."  I had my doubts, but as it turns out, I can indeed do jumping jacks.  See?  It worked.

Topic #2, FOURTH OF JULY.

And there we are.  Actually, I don't have pictures uploaded.  No fourth of July photos.  I'm sorry, Chelle, Independence Day photos.  Someone doesn't like it when they just refer to the day itself as the holiday.  Holiday.  Celebrate.  And who loves herself some Independence Day Will Smith?  Me.

Topic #3, TWILIGHT.

I started reading the first Twilight book.  Please don't judge me just yet.  And I do have to say, in the movie (spoiler maybe?) she falls for him immediately.  It's like, Edward loves her and she's suddenly like "I love you too!"  But in the book she's infatuated with him from the beginning, which makes a big difference.  In the movie she didn't even seem interested and then she starts using words like irrevocably and unconditionally in love?  Naw.  The book approaches it better, in my opinion.

Okay, and is anyone else annoyed with the new acronym IMHO?  In my humble opinion?  Every time someone uses that they kind of offend me with what they have to say next.  I was reading this post on how this guy said he had no social life because of his kids.  He wasn't saying he regretted having kids or anything.  He was just trying to be funny, and succeeding.  And then a woman commented "IMHO, I think that's how it's supposed to be.  You choose your children over a social life."  Not so humble was it?  Kind of rude maybe?

But then again, that's just my humble opinion.

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.