Wrapping up November

I've had so much to share this past week, but my biggest piece of news is that I felt soooo lazy that I couldn't even bring myself to blog, so I was totally in a catch 22.

On Monday, November 23rd, Tony and I had our 13th anniversary.
If you remember...
We forgot our 10th anniversary.
For our 11th anniversary, we gifted ourselves that fancy faux electric fireplace.
For our 12th anniversary, we gifted ourselves that fancy plasticy phone.
And for lucky number 13...
We gave each other a high five, and then congratulated each other on our cleverness for marring each other. We srsly deserve some honorary degree from some prestigious university or something.

Cord found out a last week that he got a part in his drama club's production of A Midsummer Night's Dream. He's playing Nick Bottom, the dude who ends up with a donkey head halfway through the play, which is the exact role he wanted, on account of the donkey head.

Lastly, I may be the last to know, but have you heard about THIS? Whoa.

San Fran

Who would want to see New Moon opening night at their local movie theater, when they could fly all the way to San Francisco and see it three times with a bunch of nerds?
That'd be waaaaay too convenient.

^^Check out my one-of-a-kind, handmade Renesme shirt. Staying ahead of the trends n stuff.

Here we are at our first showing of New Moon.


^^I must have snapped this shot right when Edward revealed his Mr.-Burns-like chest. (GSN) We were utterly confused.

Day two, I got lots of public transportation pics:

Bam!

Booya!


And check it out, this was our first time meeting Stands IRL, and already her and Sara were standing back to back.

Memzy was our professional photog:

Katie, alone:

Katie, socializing with other people:


^^Notice the body language. Knees turned out, hands curled into hooves.

Anyway, I don't have any pictures of our first day in San Fran, cuz it was pouring rain. We ended up seeing New Moon again, on account of Jacob's abs the rain.

Later that night, we decided to ride the trolley. Some of us bought scalped tickets from this homeless dude named One-Tooth Willie.


^^Memz and Landee are wearing the exact same expressions.

One-Tooth told us all kinds of outlandish stories (see Stands's face):



And then Katie and Landee started flirting with him shamelessly:

^^Later, they reaped what they sowed, if you know what I mean. And what I mean is, One-Tooth-Willie later told us he had an "inappropriate" dream about "The Girl in the Green Coat" and "The Jersey Girl".

My new MySpace profile pic:

The trolley broke down, so we were granted a quick photo opp. before jumping on the rescue bus:

The next day was all sunshine, lollipops, and rainbows.

Here we are on our infamous double-decker bus tour:

^^Sara looks gorgeous here, no? Amy too! She looks like a Carmex model.

Our tour bus guide highly recommended going inside the Japanese Tea Garden sometime, but not today. Unless we wanted to walk back.

This next pic I took specifically for my mom:

^^lawn clock.

These next two pics are inappropriate, and made me giggle in a grade school kind-of way:

Here's a string of pictures that show San Fran's distinctive architexture (sp?), just to show that I appreciate fine culture too.

And finally, the house from Full House:

Yeeeahhh!! Uncle Jessie!!!

The rest of these pics are from Pier 39 on our last night, and quite self-explanatory.

^^I think this is when we decided to go see New Moon for the third time.

The End.

Thanks for the memories, girls.
I'm glad I had fun. Are you glad I had fun?

Happy Thanksgiving...

...from the Esplin Family!

We were on our own this year, but we made enough food to feed all our family and friends, just in case.

Check out that bird. Eww.

Hope you all had a great day and ate way too much!

Lonely Guy on bus #3

Lonely Guy on bus #2

Lonely Guy on bus #1

Dirty San Fran Bus...

Oscar Worthy

Jacob's abs. They deserve an Oscar. New Moon was leaps and bounds
better than Twilight, no?

Fanatic

Homer had his first trip to the dentist a few weeks ago. He loved it. So it's kind of lucky that he ended up with a cavity and got to go back for more fun.

Here's a cute/sad picture of him watching "Bee Movie" on the ceiling TV/inhaling nitrous oxide.

He had no idea what was about to happen, but the "laugh gas" distracted him from that ginormous needle and he was fine. He got slightly annoyed when the dentist blocked his view of the TV, but that was it.

So, he saw a substitute dentist because his dentist doesn't work on Fridays and I didn't want to wait too long to get him in--wanted to get it over with. The sub-dentist was this young, fresh-out-of-dental-school-type guy, real friendly and stuff, and oh-so-obviously LDS. He kept calling Homer "Arch" (as that was the name on the chart) and I was too lazy to correct him. But then the dentist would ask "Arch" to open his mouth or something and Homer wouldn't respond, so finally I had to tell the dentist that he goes by "Homer".
The dentist acted all confused and uncomfortable.
Him, "Why does he go by Homer?"
Me, "It's his middle name."
Him,"Is that a family name?"
Me, "No."
Him, "Oh, are you a fan of... um... isn't there a TV show... er..."
(^^second-guessing his question, cuz clearly he thinks it's offensive)
Me, "You mean the Simpsons?"
And he's like, "Ooh yeeah, Homer Simpson."
And I go, "Yeah, we like the Simpsons," because who cares.

It's weird when people think that question would offend me. As if I would name my kid Homer if I had something against The Simpsons.

Ironically, on the way out of the dentist's office, we saw a dad with a huge Homer Simpson tattoo on his leg, and Homer goes, "Ooo yeah!" like it was the coolest thing ever.

Who's the biggest fan, I wonder? The mom who named her kid Homer or the permanent tattoo guy?

^^confused that one side of his face is numb. He doesn't even have the vocab to describe what's wrong with his face.

Linksville Kentucky

Guess what? I have some Links for you. Starting with (don't faint, Markie)...

...this precious hand-crocheted Link doll. Those wide-set eyes are enough to make my heart melt, not to mention the missing legs!

Revisit the fuzzy, world-weary Link HERE (see the lackadaisical angle HERE), and help me decide which one to bring home for Christmas, K?

Anywhos, have you tried Frosted Mini Wheats Little Bites yet?

Whoa! Frosted Mini Wheats are delish, but these little bites are freakishly good. Freak-ish-ly! They come in both chocolate and honey nut, but I can only recommend the honey nut, as I've yet to try to the chocolate.

Print your dollar-off coupon HERE. (on page 2, one per comp)
And get another one HERE. (click "next page" until you find it, two per comp)

They are on sale at Albertson's for $2.69, (with the coupon, only $1.69 each), and if you get three boxes, you'll get a coupon for a free gallon of milk at the register. Your taste buds will thank you for it.

Nextly, grab your TiVos remotes, because S. Meyer (who's been AWOL for the past year) announced on her blog that she is going to do ONE interview before New Moon comes out. Guess who's the lucky interviewer? Yep, it's Oprah.

How'd she land that exclusive interview? I can only assume that Oprah's producers, once again, called this more famouser person to arrange it. (Cuz Oprah needed an "in").

The interview airs this Friday (Nov 13th).

Moving on...

I stumbled upon this website (Item Not As Described) that examines real-life items for-sale on Craig's list.

If you're in the mood for a laugh (pishaw, who isn't?), I suggest you check out this ad for a wedding ring, and this ad for one o' them time-out dolls, and this one for a cardboard tube, and this one for a bucket o' beer bottle caps,(<--which has me kicking myself for not hanging onto my childhood bb cap collection). You gotta read all the words, tho. That's the funny part.

Last, but certainly not least, shout-out to all our US Veterans today (namely, Gus Morgan).



Hope you had a nice, relaxing Veteran's day!

"That's a pretty good price for an alligator head..."

I couldn't mention this before, as I didn't want to open myself up to the possibility of being raped and murdered, but Tony has been out of town on his little gize vacay for the last four days. The kids and I picked him up from the airport a few hours ago.

He was in Texas and Louisiana for some pivotal footy game of some sort, and this is what he brought home for the boys:



It's an alligator head. A real live dead one. Gross. And he got three of them:

And they smell funny.

When I said, "Why'd you get three of them?" (Cuz, ya know, I thought maybe the boys could share one disgusting alligator head.) He goes, "Well, they were only $11.99. That's a pretty good price for an alligator head, wouldn't you say?" Um. I dunno.

Anywho, the boys are going googoogaga for their alligator heads. They ran and got their alligator toes (the ones uncle Tom got for them in Louisiana last year) from their keepsakes boxes, so they could play with the alligator toes and heads together.

Now they want to collect alligator body parts, until they have a whole real live dead alligator!

Glad Tony's home. We missed him.