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Mother In Law Forwards

2012-04-07T08:28:54.181-04:00

Thanks for the guest post by Jonathan Curtis
I seriously feel like calling my Mother In Law and telling her (politely, of course), that we did not get clear internet lynn so that she could forward us every single ridiculous, bogus forward she comes across. I swear, if I get another chain email from that woman telling me how I am the rainbow in her life, and how I need to forward it on to all my friends or I’m not a nice person, I am going to lose it. I check my email, and it says I have 10 new messages. Okay, then. Only, 7 of them are forwards from my Mother In Law! I’m not even kidding. 3 are jokes, 2 are cautionary tales that were proven to be urban legends years ago, and 2 are lovey dovey pictures of animals and babies. Grrr! Delete, Delete, Delete. What’s worse is, every time I see her, she always asks what I thought of that joke, or that picture, or that quote. I’m like, oh, yeah, it was great. My goodness! It is crazy.



Retiring to Arizona

2012-03-04T20:53:44.250-05:00

Guest written by our friend Trent Horton
When my parents decided to retire and move to Arizona I was excited for them. I was a little sad that they wouldn’t be living close to me anymore, but I knew they were making a good decision for themselves. I didn’t get to spend that much time with them anyways, since I am always at work, and live on the other side of town. The only problem was that they hadn’t moved in over 30 years, and had no idea where to start with planning their move. I told them I would help them take care of things, so I got straight to work. I found them some good movers, and once that was done I got their utilities set up for the day they were scheduled to arrive. Then I searched direct tv scottsdale to make sure my dad wouldn’t have to go without his precious TV for an extended period of time. Since I wouldn’t be there to help get them settled in, I feel good knowing that I have helped them out. I know they will love their new place, and fit in just fine.



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2012-02-08T16:21:05.500-05:00





To Anonymous

2012-01-13T11:06:28.405-05:00

Since I took such a long break from blogging, I knew that probably no one was reading this blog anymore. So I took it as an opportunity to sell out and make money.

Glad someone took the time to comment, though, to call me a sell out, because it lets me know I still have readers.  Anonymous comments are kinda hard to swallow, but I actually kinda like being called out.  Keeps me ticking.  So to all of you silent readers out there:  comment!  It's easy to use obscure link-ups as a conveyor belt to paypal accounts.  But if I know that I actually am writing to an audience I'll have a little more substance.  But I can't promise no link-ups (because I love $30 in my paypal every 8 weeks.)



Vain

2012-01-04T17:15:09.354-05:00

I'm a laser hair removal sorta gal.  But have you ever considered Botox?  I've learned the hard way in "never saying never."  They offer Botox injections at the Cosmetic Clinic in Port Melbourne.  Offer me a Groupon for Laser Hair Removal, and I'm all over it.  Offer me Botox and I'll decline if for no other reason than I'm just 25.

Can't say I'm too young for crow's feet and frown lines, though.  (Did you know it takes like a third of facial muscles to smile than to frown?  Being sad is hard.)  I don't think I have forehead wrinkles or smoker's wrinkles.  I'm sure by the time I've lasered my body I'll be ready for injections.  Ahh my life of vanity (not).

But speaking of which.  How much do you love Nars products!?  I just might wear makeup everyday from now on.

This post sponsored by Dr. Tass.  Not to be confused with Dr. Ass, which is what I first read upon going to their website.



Some chain link accessories for the fall

2011-12-31T22:30:20.662-05:00

Guest post written by Karen Earhart
Lately, I've been all about buying accessories. I think that it happened because I realized that I had way too many pieces of clothing and not nearly enough accessories to change up my look! So I decided to fix that and have been buying accessories like there's no tomorrow. But they are cheaper accessories from places like Forever 21 and H&M. Besides they're better to buy, especially for trendy stuff, because I'm not investing a whole bunch of money into jewelry I won't wear the next semester.
But one thing that I need for fall but I don't have yet is some chain link accessories. I've seen so many of them in fashion magazines and blogs over the past few months and I really want to get in on that. I shopped around online with my wireless internet Las Vegas and found several accessories on the more affordable side.
I ended up finding the perfect fall chain handbag that I think is just adorable. I love that the chain in it is like bonus jewelry when I wear it!



Home Loan

2011-12-20T13:49:11.883-05:00

In the past two years I'm starting to finally learn about money.  I don't know how somehow that life skill went over my head, but it did, and thankfully it didn't kill us.  Mr Incredible has a good grasp on money, which negated my zero concept.  On the other hand, I always knew that I couldn't overdo it, but that was more for modesty reasons than anything.  I'm learning that coupons actually do save money, and not buying something is the best way to save money as well.  I'm telling you.  I was bad with money.  No.  Really really bad.  

When we were searching for a home, Mr Incredible told me what our mortgage limit could be, and what price tag limit that would put on our house.  Thankfully I respected what he said, and tried aiming lower than our top range.  First strand of smarts I've ever had about money.  I didn't really get everything that was going on in home loaning market, but I knew that I'd better have a cushion.  I'm glad I did, because it's hard to consider things like vet bills and online shopping when you make a loan budget.  Even though we are fine where we are, I still wouldn't mind downsizing for our next home.  Things before we owned a home that seemed so important are really not.  And as a good friend of mine says (a very half glass full friend, at that) "it's all how you look at."

We got a fixed home loan unlike an Aurora loan.  It's through our bank that I love and would recommend to anyone.  A man came and made me sign my name about 75 times.  The Aurora loan may or may not have had some shady business associate with it.  ie lawsuit.  Anyway, I digress.

So if you are looking into buying a home, and are terrible with money like I was, you should go onto a website like http://www.mymoney.gov/.  It's really anything you need to know about how to get on the path to financial not-failure.  Do that and Dave Ramsey.  Everyone loves Dave Ramsey.  I saw a car filled with Dave Ramsey quotes.  Him and Suze are where it's at.  Even though any time I pick up any of their books I kind of get overwhelmed.    They are like FlyLady for the financially messy.  And if you just take baby steps you'll realize how easy finances can be, and how, no matter what your situation it can be successful.  Like I (she) said, "it's all how you look at it."





No More Rack

2011-12-19T23:28:59.741-05:00

Have you heard of NoMoreRack?  At first my odd ticking brain thought that it was a Breast Cancer Awareness site.  Something along the lines of "save the tatas."  Needless to say, I was hesitant to even look at this website, because I was nervous to see what it entailed, and what I would commit my brain and emotions to.  (Not much has changed, I'm still an emotional basket case).  Then my friend told me that she'd heard of nomorerack and had a $10 credit there for really cheap, nice jeans.  And once again, retail therapy prevails.  I went to the website and actually had to pick my jaw up off of the floor.  It's like a GLORIFIED Groupon site.  (apparently there IS something better than Groupon).  It's made up of awesome things (THINGS!  We all love things!) everyday at super super discounted prices.  I heart.  I die.  I'm staying up until midnight tonight to see the new deals.  iphone 4s for $60?  mhmm.  A Canon Rebel for $60?  yes.  (Mr. Incredible, take notes.)

I've had a hard time trying to find the nomorerack reviews, but you know my love affair with Martha.  And say no more, it's been featured on Martha's show, The View, USA Today, House Beautiful.  You must be joking me.  But no.  I'm sold.  And the sucker I am, I signed up.  And I'll update you tomorrow about how this sucker will be holding up tomorrow after staying up late finding deals on the computer.  I don't need drugs, I've got deals to get high on.

The one review I did read about was the nomorerack scam.  (Remember my Derrick blog flop?)  It got me nervous.  I knew it was too good to be true!  But apparently the site was hacked into or something, but it's all taken care of now.  It's as secure as any other online shopping (and cheaper, cheaper, cheaper!)  I'm really excited.  See you later when I'm decked out in Gucci and mac accessories.



Found

2011-12-20T07:42:35.138-05:00

My fingers literally cannot stand typing this story over, because a) it's heard it too many times b) it's so mysterious there's really nothing to say.  In short, Mr Incredible picked up Peppy from Ohio.  We don't live in Ohio.  Ohio is three states away from us.  Weird.  Better than Austin.

But he came back with a cough, covered with fleas and so ungroomed that we need to shave him.  He also came back completely housebroken, really doesn't jump or bark anymore, and begs for food.  He might just be stunned.  But if these people who had him trained him, then I'm sure they'll need professional odor removal austin.  But they might not care about that sorta thing, considering the amount of fleas that were on him.  yuck.  But I'm really grateful to these people.  It's gotta be hard parting with our terribly behaved but awfully cute and fluffy dog.  Now he is well behaved and looks like a shaved fool.

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'scuse the heavy breathing and the extra deep voice.  i was sick.



Last Post Update

2011-11-30T21:47:25.128-05:00

Coincidentally, right after I wrote the last post, someone contacted me to my other gmail account through craiglist saying, "i think i have ur dog."  I replied back for info etc, and she hasn't contacted me back.  I'm dying.  I need a trade show pop up parked in an empty parking lot with Peppy's longing face on it so I can actually meet the people claiming to have my dog.  This virtual, un-contactable stuff is too much.  Could you imagine?  I could have pop up booths in different regions of New York with employees and police officers and PETA people.  FOR THE LOVE OF PEPPY.!  Pop up displays at Fairs!  Pop up trade show displays along the highway!  In Amish country, alongside the dried apples and mincemeat pie!

Oh, Peppy, you've taken my sanity.



Some Say Shaken Up, I Say PTSD

2011-11-30T11:47:28.816-05:00

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Nesting Round 4

2011-11-29T19:48:53.212-05:00

I'm really tired and really overwhelmed.  Which should tell you one thing: frantic.  When I'm feeling this way I start setting absurd and unattainable goals, such as needing to look like I live in a Martha Stewart home, make Martha Stewart sort of money (pre bankruptcy), and have Martha Stewart looking dinners and Martha Stewart craft times with my kids.  And I'll be damned if I don't make the Martha Stewart Walnut wreath before the end of November.  I'm damned.  MarthaIloveandhateyourdaily5emailstome.

Oh wait.  I forgot to mention.  I'm nesting.  And above paragraph has nothing to do with nesting.  Above paragraph is added to already innately nesting maternal crazies.  Heh.  I'm posting things on craigslist, making weekly trips to the SPCA, arranging Amvets pickups, dropping off at Salvation Army, and arranging junk removal with Shenandoah Junk Removal.  Because I. gots. junk.  And the house is still trashed.  Because I'm about one notch above motivated, and striking neither a negative score nor positive with discipline.  None better said than by Hitler, "Mein Kampf."  (I'm not sure how that becomes applicable in so many aspects of my life.) (Oh wait, yes I do know why, maybe I'm dramatic.)



UTILITY RESEARCH

2011-11-28T22:59:15.477-05:00


Content by Kyle Lowe
When we moved to Texas wireless internet providers Houston. It was important to me that we found a service that was well reviewed and that was competitively priced. My kids think I’m crazy about getting good deals and saving money, but the truth is that I work hard for our money and want to make sure that I am spending it responsibly. I assure them that they will understand one day when they have a job and start making and spending their own money. Luckily, at our new home in Texas we have a choice of service providers for our utilities. Previously, we lived in rural Georgia and there were not any choices of utilities providers. If your utilities were out and you couldn’t get anyone on the phone you were just out of luck. Even if you could get someone on the phone, it usually ended up taking a long time to get someone out there to fix it, but you had no choice. You were stuck waiting. Choice is one thing that I love about living in a big city.



Get a Melissa & Doug 25% Off Coupon When You Take the North "Poll"

2011-11-17T15:42:53.712-05:00

Melissa & Doug want you to tell them which of their educational toys you think is the best! Just click on the image below to place your vote in the North "Poll!" You'll Get a Melissa & Doug 25% Off Coupon** to use at MelissaAndDoug.com just for voting!







a LOT to say

2011-07-06T22:44:06.428-04:00

Casey Anthony, you serious?  You serious, prosecutor?  Maybe this case should not have been brought to court so soon, with such holes in the bucket.  AND SHE CAN NEVER BE TRIED AGAIN.  For Murder in the first degree, manslaughter or aggravated child abuse.  All of which I'm sure she's guilty of.  You're a psychopath, Casey, (and so is your mom and dad.)It seems you've had a lot of time to think in jail, Casey.  About your loss what's to come of your future.  "partial memoir/comedy/relationship advice book for those not in the know."  Memoir of what?  Aunt Jemima, your cell mate?  Comedy?  Is there something comic that I'm missing?  Relationship?  With you mom?  Your dad?  Caylee's absent father?  Or is it Caylee.  I'm sure in her short two years, you guys really bonded while you partied.I could scream.  Let's brief this case:Baby missing for 30 days.  Grandma's 911 call screaming that her grandbaby has been missing for 30 days, oh and btw, my daughters trunk smells like a decaying bodyDay of 911 call you ask neighbor to borrow a shovel.  You don't use it.Google searches are "chloroform," "neck breaking" and the like. 55 days from Caylee's birthday you switch your password to timer55.  As in, by the time her birthday rolls around you're going to need a good explanation as to where she is.Caylee was found in a dumpster with three pieces of duct tape over her mouth and nose.  With a heart sticker on it.That heart sticker belongs to the sheet of stickers that is in your house.Her decaying hair is found in your trunk.  You partied and got tattooed while your daughter was supposedly missing.You say she was with her nanny, who a) has a name that is shockingly close to the drug you're on b) is a completely fictional person.You're sick.K i'm done.[...]



Big Plans

2011-06-09T21:41:20.076-04:00

I'm very pleased to announce that today I have ALL OF MY SUPPLIES ready to starting this Etsy shop.  I hope to have it opened by August.  I want to have at least 6 items in the shop when I open it.  I'm not going to let the cat out of the bag just yet as to what will be in the shop, but ideally I would love to have more than one creation of choice.  Where there is a will, there is a way.  Another way to put it, as my friend pointed out, where there is a way there is a will.  I tend toward the former, probably because I'm a hopeless overachiever.  But big plans mean big changes.  Which means that I'll probably do less eating cookies and drinking beer at night and more creating.  I'm pretty pumped.  Hopefully this will take flight.  Seems that when things and situations don't go perfectly I quit.  I've got to get over that.

In other Etsy related news, Mr Incredible is getting nervous because of this.  Quite frankly, I am too.  It's glorified Groupon and I'm hooked.  So when you see the house and myself and my family donned in beautiful handmade goods, you need not ask where they're from.  Love you, Etsy.



wait for it

2011-06-07T20:39:56.112-04:00

.... probably not anytime soon, but I think (and we all know what that means- big plans, little results) I'm going to open an Etsy shop.  Skillz?  We'll see.

I'm delighted to see that I had 3 comments on my last post.  I'm motivated with nothing to say.

So there you have it.  An Etsy shop.  And in tribute to all you, love, virtual and non virtual alike, what do you think I'll be naming it?  IMPERFECTDAISIES.  so much love floating all around here.  I'll keep you posted.



That was a Hell of a Hump

2011-06-02T22:46:33.017-04:00

Wowzers those last few posts (apart from the Koreans) left this blog in ill standing.  Well to me, anyway.  I really have no interest in reading the last few posts.  Actually I never have any interest in reading any of the previous posts.  They make my blush and feel nauseous.  Don't know why I'm the author of a blog.

I'm on the up and up, finally.  I've overcome my quick bout of Depersonalization Disorder (thank you Kim Iverson and Casey Anthony for putting a name to my mind/body disconnect.)  I can once again formulate thoughts, articulate feelings, and listen to people without feeling like I'm in an underwater dream.

And then come apologies.  Please excuse me, friends and family for the repeated questions, nonsensical answers, and overall DPD.  I'm sorry to my faithful readers for nary an update, and I apologize to myself for losing about 20 followers and all my readers along the way.

So let's get back to the good ol' days.  Nothing says I'm back to my old self like a few obscure linkups (trying to open my own Etsy shop, here.  Gotta use benefactors where I can find them.)

We're getting a new roof soon, with the lowest estimate at $10,000.  Ten thousand dollars.  ching chong rashem.  Homesecurity greatfalls can be a b$&%^.  But since there always is that silver lining, we can think, ha!  maybe we'll get cable!  www.localtv-satellite.com  If they'll be on the roof anyway we might as well get some sort of entertainment out of it.  (doubt it.  I'd rather shop with the extra $90 a month.)

Other than that, I don't know what to update you with.  But let me leave you with this, my fellow blog people.  I'm gaining weight and for once in my life I don't care.  Dare I say, I'm embracing it.  We'll talk more about that later.  But for now, I have freshly baked cookies awaiting me.



Talent

2011-03-18T18:07:54.150-04:00

Fortunately I love kids, I love Koreans, love guitars and love talent. Eat your heart out.
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anxiety dream

2011-03-16T20:09:59.845-04:00

This is probably tmi.


You know those anxiety dreams that you're standing around your elementary school in just your white underwear?  I tend to have a million different versions of them.  Particularly when I'm anxious.  Last night I had that dream in miscarriage form:

I was visiting at a friend's house (a very laid back friend, at that) and went to her basement to find G, my 17 month old.  When I found her I found black stuff all around her mouth. I searched around for what she had eaten, then saw a bottle of rat poison in G's hand.  I went ballistic and began searching for a number for poison control or the hospital, meanwhile my friend wiped the evidence off G's face and reassured me that "now she's fine!"  After precious long minutes of finding the number, dialing wrong numbers, poison control not answering, hospital lines busy, I finally got ahold of someone on poison control.  They told me that she can take ipecac (the medicine that makes you throw up) but it will be "violent" throwing up, and it may do her more harm than good since she is so little.  .....  woke up in a sweat. ....

I then realized that I'm anxious.  Tomorrow (St. Patty's Day) I have to go to my doctor to take medicine.  I haven't technically "miscarried," there was just no sign of life at my last appointment.  I had three choices- wait it out, take medicine, or get surgery.  Waiting it out was risky and didn't seem to be happening.  The DNC (surgery) seemed invasive and reminded me of abortions, which thoroughly depressed me.  The option I was left with was taking the medicine.

Here are the parallels, just in case they are not as clear to you as they are to me:  My baby= my baby.  Rat poison= medicine to be taken tomorrow.  Friend= "everyone goes through it"/ the unknown.  No medical assistance= I take the medicine, go home and wait.  "Violent" throwing up= Doctor saying that it's worse than a period, not as bad as labor.

I'm nervous.

This ain't last year's St Patty's Day.  <-- real link to my blog from last year.  Have I scarred you all with all those sketchy links?  Sorry.

By the way, if I haven't made it around to your blog yet to personally thank you, I want to let everyone know how much I appreciated the support and kind words through this bad Bad time.  Thanks for not being awkward, thanks for just letting me write what I had to write.  a) it was a lot of emotion b) I'm a terrible story teller :)  and furthermore, thanks for showing me so much virtual love!



On Grief

2011-03-10T16:16:15.110-05:00

Everything was a little too appropriate today.  It's a grey, gloomy, rainy spring day, there's not a cloud in the sky or a sliver of sunlight.  I was even dressed appropriately for the occasion.  Big clunky boots, jeans, a grey shirt with a navy blue cardigan and a summer scarf.  Hair down with just cherry chapstick.  All of the glimmerings of new life, hidden under all the sure signs of the dead of winter.  I dropped the girls off at my mom's house so I could go to my 12 weeks appointment.  When I first got there I did the routine weigh in.  I gained one pound.  Normally by my 12 week appointment I'm far into about 12-16 pounds.  Nurse asks if I had any concerns, as normal, and as normal I think of something that they reply as "well, every pregnancy is different!"  This month's concern is that my morning sickness literally stopped overnight ("like all my hormones just went away!") and, "why have I only gained one pound?"  This cues the nurse to joke that that should be the least of my concerns, and it's because my selective memory only remembers the times I come in and gain six pounds at a time.If there's one thing that I remember well, it's my weight.  When, where, why, what number, what size.  I've been wondering lately why I'm still wearing my regular clothes.  By this point in the game, I usually am in the awkward two sizes up, crotch too low, legs too long, but still a muffin top.  Typically I throw in the towel and wear sweats from here on out. Doctor goes through the routine first trimester questions; each of my previous births, when? full terms?  weight?  Then goes through the routine: heart disease, high blood pressure, depression?  I answer no to all of them, "although, sometime I do get a bit down," when she replies, "Kiera, eveybody gets a little down all the time, but you are the happiest person I've ever met."  She notes that my belly hasn't grown.  She skips the doppler (the machine used to hear the heart) and goes right to sonogram.  Last appointment all the nurses were impressed that the baby had already begun moving.  His little arms and legs were going the entire time.  This time there was nothing.  No heart beat, no sweet limbs flailing. Couple mothers' guilt and Irish guilt and my mind starts racing, even though it probably had nothing to do with me.  Was it the days I forgot to take my vitamin?  Zumba class?  When I got the flu two weeks ago?  Was it just too much for the little baby to handle?The doctor has to send me to "make it official," to the imaging floor of the hospital.  The scene must've been set by a director.  I finally saw the hospital through a new lens, and I realized why people feared it.  Full of death and sorrow.  I had to walk down too many dimly lit hallways, with shiny floors, and the smell of bleach.  For the first time I realized that the hospital is just kind of dank.  I couldn't pull my knit cardigan tight enough around me.  I waited in chairs, while listening to news full of more destruction, and read a times magazine through blurry eyes.  Then I was simply called in, got a quick, bit too harsh, efficient sonogram, with the tech saying, "yep, I'm just confirming what they already told you."  And I was cattled out like any other patient that found out grief worthy news.I've always loved the hospital, I loved the smell of the cleanliness, the soap, the[...]



Impractical Net.

2011-03-08T22:22:40.601-05:00

With the help of a friend, today, I realized that I'm in survival mode.  Survival mode really can be intense, but thankfully for me I do a wonderful job at not realizing things/ignoring them.  I just had a million friends unfriend me on facebook.  Now that's serious.  And Mr Incredible has no idea what he'll be doing for job(s) in the next two months.  And I have a serious dilemma going on with sending my 4 year old to school next year.  And, are we moving relatively soon?  Are we going to be having a pay cut?  Will Peppy live to see next year?  Crisis mode.



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Impractical enough.  I hope you see the parallel.
Relatively speaking, this all looks just fine.  Things work out.  Thankfully my marriage is not failing, my children are healthy, and my dog doesn't have lock jaw.  And he's little enough that the one and half year can restrain him if need be.  There has never been a need, but the little comforts in life are the ones we emotionally fall back on, no?  And there is always Mr Incredible to fall back on, too.  He's painfully practical, with a tiny streak of idealism in him.  Like, for instance, when we recently bought our new van, he confidently yet carelessly threw the "valet key" in the glove compartment.  When a wrinkle formed between my brows and I asked him what he was doing, he replied, "it's a valet key!"  As though we're going to need valet parking.  Ever.  Maybe once a year we go somewhere with valet parking, but even still we get there approximately 4.5 hours before the rush.  Like 4pm not 830pm.  Ideal thinking, eh?  In reality we will need that key within the first month of owning the car, because the kids will lose the other keys, and the doors will be locked, and then we'll realize that the "valet key" is in the glovebox.  Then we'll really be SOL.  But sometimes his tiny proton of idealism is just so comforting.  Valet key when we're about to experience pay cut.  Tell me you don't want it.

I'm expecting Mr Incredible to come home tomorrow, and tell me that he's purchased Burial insurance.  Or, in the midst of all of his exams, papers, work, Peppy walks, kissing the girls goodbye, I'll find him on the computer looking up Medigap Insurance.  I'm 24.  But seriously, what's not to love about the impractical idealist side of him?  One has to rein the other in.  We've got it under control.  Kind of.  Thank God for my recent burial insurance for senior citizens.



A Redneck Joke is Just a Redneck Joke. Don't Hate.

2011-03-04T15:17:07.244-05:00

Phew.  I think we've gone a week with nonstop blogging.  Go me.  I even have a giveaway coming up.  Jewelry.  Nice jewelry, at that.  Stay tuned.  (I'm waiting for readership to go up more, so if you want this giveaway as much as I want to do it, then comment, so I know that readership is up.)

Some posts are wordy, some are not so much.  That used to rub me the wrong way.  I'm coming to terms with it now.  So here's another short post.

You might stare a second too long, then be ashamed that it took you that long to figure it out.  Maybe.  heh heh heh.
(image) Thank you, *friend*, who sent me this!



Redundant

2011-03-03T14:45:48.054-05:00

I'm sure if you read my little tiny independent blog, then you probably read Cup of Jo. And if so, I'm very sorry for reposting this. I want to post this everywhere, I'm tempted to on facebook, but I know that would just be overdoing it. So excuse the potential redundancies, and watch this hilarious hilarious video. And, like Joanna said, even if you're not the watch-videos-online-type, it's still worth it. Because tears were streaming as I watched this:
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Film director Johannes Nyholm made this short video, starring his baby. clever. hilarious.



Working off the Ramen Noodles, One Hip Swivel at a Time

2011-03-02T13:53:31.255-05:00

I'm two steps behind, bringing up the caboose, a straggler, trend follower. Call it as you may, but I finally took my first Zumba class. My friend invited me to go with her, and as we were walking in, I said, "well since you've done this already, I can rest assured that it's not going to be sexy Brazilian moves." She casually replied, "no it is!" OH. I'm Irish and have tacked on a few or more extra pounds. I was nervous I'd have to zoom-ba right outta there.It was amazing to a fault. As in, I want to be a Zumba instructor. The biggest problem was the mirrors. Those freakin mirrored walls will get you every. time. I was bouncing around feeling so good, feeling like I had the Brazilian Rhythm (how hard is that word to spell, seriously. I just googled it three times.) Then I would catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror (and the lady behind me staring at my underwear lines in my spandex) and I realized that probably the closest thing to me becoming brazilian is my dark hair and pear shaped body. But honey, that di'nt stop this dancin' machine.lI looked less like the girl in the foreground, more like the lady in the teal in the background. With spandex, to boot.What failed me in the mirrors was quickly rebuttaled in the class of ladies. (Friend not included) There was a big chested lady of about 6'1, a 220 pound man, an anorexic looking teenager with oversized feet, and better yet, the instructor was funky, cute, but she was not necessarily Rio de Janeiro ready either. AND to top it all off, her cool down music was just as amazing as the Brazilian rap. No sarcasm: (thanks, Pearls, for the hint) allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rYEDA3JcQqw?fs=1" width="480">[...]