One more, just because I can

Wow. I can't believe that I completely missed that button that allows you to add images into your blogs. I am really special sometimes. Has it always been there? Ok, moving on. I am not going to mull over my stupidity.

This picture is of me, the older sister and the oldest of my younger brother. I always say with this picture, it is the only time that you will be seeing me with a wedding dress on. I just don't see myself being married, and if I do, I don't see myself having a big ceremony. That open mouth "HEYYYYYY" smile, is how I was in almost every picture as a kid.

My brother looks so adorable with that big helmet on. What is even funnier is that today, he is so not an athletic person. He prefers his books, TV and online comics. He is awesome. I remember him playing t-ball as a kid, and picking at the grass instead of actually playing the outfield. That's right, he was THAT kid. Glove on head, staring into space. It's weird, because I think he was the body of a football player. Tall and wide. He doesn't exercise at all, and doesn't eat the healthiest, but yet he is no where near chubby. He is, however, getting a little bit of what I like to call, a "Daddy Belly." Others like to call it a "Beer Gut." Weird, because he doesn't drink. Hmmm. Michael, if you read this, perhaps you can expand on your belly discussions.

My sister looks creepy to me. Mostly because she looks like a little adult. Honestly, she looks exactly the same now. Well, except she doesn't go around wearing big puffy white dresses and a tinfoil princess hat.

I finally figured out how to post pictures because I am smart

This is my favorite picture I have on my computer. This is my parents, my older sister and me. I love my sister's pose. My mom taught her to do that for pictures. Why did my mom do that? I don't know. Probably because it was "cute" but more importantly because she knew that it would be embarrassing in the future.

I like my dad's hat. By like, I mean that it is awesomely bad, and I am glad he doesn't have it in his possession today. There is no doubt in my mind that he would bust that sucker out and wear it around. No, he wouldn't do it to embarrass his kids, he would do it because he would honestly think it was cool.

I absolutely love the face I am making. It looks like, even at one year-old, I can be embarrassed of my dad.

My mom kind of looks high and/or drunk. She's not, because she is around 5 months pregnant with my brother. I can't get over how young she looks. She is around my age there. Me having two kids that age? I couldn't handle that.

Reminding my liver why it should hate me

Last Friday I went to a neighborhood bar with a co-worker who also lives close to me. Now, normally I am a beer drinker, but since she was buying the first drink, I said I would have whatever she was having. Bad idea. She was having a vodka tonic. My first thought was, well at least it isn't a gin and tonic. I hate gin.

The bartender is good at making sure your glass isn't empty, but he doesn't bother to ask if you want a different drink, let alone another drink at all. At the same time I was drinking my vodka tonics (not sure of the number because I lost count, kids just a suggestion, if you have lost count of how many drinks you had, maybe it is time to stop), I was playing a game that involved taking shots of Southern Comfort. Again the number of shots, not sure. I can't really go by how much I spent, because I was getting drink paid for, buying other people drinks.

The whole time I have been in Milwaukee, I have never gotten really drunk. I always had to drive myself, or was just too tired to drink. But this night was not one of those nights. I was having a good time just sitting and talking. Too busy to notice my drinking. When it was time for me to use the bathroom, I noticed. I stood up for the first time since I stepped foot in the bar (twoish hours later) and it hit me. I felt like I was in high school again, the first time I ever got drunk minus the crawling across tables to go make out with Ryan/Kyle - whatever his name was. Lucky for me, after that bathroom excursion, I was done drinking and we left an hour later. Don't worry, I live right across the street, no driving involved.

Within that hour, I didn't sober up, not even a little. I wasn't acting stupid, but I was saying pretty dumb things. I drunk dialed my friend in Hawaii, asked her the same 3 questions about four times in a row.

The next morning, I wasn't hungover. A little dehydrated, but that was all. I am actually surprised by this. The amount I drank probably wasn't that much, in comparison to what I drank in college, but it still had to be a shock to my system. I definitely appreciate the nights that I drink one or two beers compared to what I did that night. My college drinking days are happily over.

Ok, here is another one

I come from a family of 6. We, for the most part, always lived in an apartment flat. 3 bedrooms, so 2 people per bedroom. I was always surrounded by people. I liked it that way. Even if I was in a room alone (which I rarely was) I could hear someone in my family in the next room. I never felt lonely. Sure, sometimes I was annoyed to high hell, but upon some reflection the "confined" spaces that we lived in, made us closer as a family. (Note: I think it should be mandatory for everyone to live his way. It seems ridiculous that a family of three have a huge house. It just seems like a waste of space. My sister, the conservationist, is rubbing off on me.)

Now that I live by myself, I have the TV on a lot. Even if I am not watching it, and instead am on the computer, or cleaning, I still usually have it on. It gives me the illusion that someone is there, like a roommate. I like the noise, I don't like silence.

Anyway, because I have the TV without really watching, I catch things without realizing what is going on. Like just a while ago, I turned to the TV and was taken back by this bloated looking person. It was Boston Legal's James Spader. Remember when your face had a chiseled like definition, and you had awesome feathered hair? Ahh, how age changes us. Sometimes it is good to us (George Clooney yum, Denzel Washington drool, Matthew Fox yay) sometimes it is not (James Spader, Bruce Jenner handsome before multiple surgeries, Marlon Brando). I am one to talk. I will probably land in the latter list. Heck, I am already in the latter list.

I would make a good, heartless, wife

So my brother stayed over at my place for two nights. He is three years younger than me. I didn't really know what to do to amuse him. If he were 21, I would have taken him to a bar to hang out with my co-workers, but alas, he is 20 and doesn't have a fake. None of my siblings nor I, had a fake ID. We were just that angelic. (I later took him to a bar that I knew he could be let in).

Anyway, the reason why I think I would be a good wife: My brother sat on the coach watching TV while playing with a rubix cube. Every once in awhile I would ask if he was hungry or thirsty. If he answered yes to either, I asked what exactly he wanted, listing off what I had in my cupboards and/or refrigerator. He would answer, and I would get it for him. Just like a nice obedient wife. Ehmm, yeah.

But really, I am glad I don't live with him. He is such a boy. Leaves the toilet seat up. Leaves empty pitchers in the refrigerator. Doesn't clean up after himself. He is smelly. I love the boy and enjoyed the company, but seriously, I am glad I live by myself.

Why I am heartless: I was watching this show called, "Miracles" on ABC. One man was getting his hips operated on so he could walk and dance without pain. Before he was about to go into the operation room, he let out this cry of gratitude to the doctors. I instinctively say out loud, to no one, "Shut up!" Perhaps it was because the cry was very staged and fake to me. Maybe I automatically see it as fake, because the guy was a stage actor, and I always see stage actors as fakely overly emotional, as if they are always "on". I don't like actors.

But I am not all that heartless. I watched the show for the first time the week before,and they had the cutest little boy, who had some kind of scoliosis. One of the first scenes they showed was him with his family at the zoo. They were looking at giraffes. The little boy noticed that one giraffe had an abnormality on his neck. He said to his dad, "Look he has a bump like me." It made me go, "Awwwww." That storyline is what made me want to watch again, hoping for some more cuteness. All I got was overacting. Bah humbug. Only children can melt my cold, cold heart.

My neighbors downstairs are currently blasting U2's Vertigo. So not cool.

"The Incredible, Edible Holland"...ewwww

Title comes from a website, a fellow Ally shared that generates slogans when you type in random words, or in my case words. I think it sounds provocative, but I have a dirty mind.

I don't really have anything to say, but I noticed it has been awhile, so I need to entertain all my reader.<=== singularization intentional. Currently I am watching American Idol, and a contestant said she had (this is the way she pronounced it) sal mon for lunch. This apparently, is something "exotic" that she never had before. I can understand how she never had salmon before, but "exotic". Well maybe they didn't say exotic, but still. Some think her naivety is "cute" I find it rather annoying. She is definitely a pretty girl and seems sweet, I just think she should shut her mouth. I say that in the nicest way. Really I do. Also, I know that American Idol is silly, but I can't help myself. I need to indulge myself in American pop culture everyonce in awhile.

I found this cool online comic called Fart Part. It is about a girl, who drinks, has a boyfriend, loves "delicious cookies" and swears. Basically she is awesome. At least, she seems awesome based off her website. Another female artist she mentions in her site is, Liz Prince. She wrote a book called "Would You Still Love Me If I Wet The Bed?" She also seems awesome. I wish I knew another word besides awesome. It seems similar to a comic that was in Madison's student newspaper (Daily Cardinal) called Everybody Drunk But Me. Well, the later comic is less raunchy but similar. Although all of them are similar in that they chronicle their own life, it is different because they all have different stories to tell. That last statement is obvious, but I don't know how else to make my point, so shut up. All three girls seem like people my brother Michael would be mad crushing on.

Well, I've run out of things to talk about.