That's Right....

On September 15, 2007 Hanson will be performing at Washington, DC's ruggedly trendy 9:30 Club. My tickets came today and yes (all you haters) I have four people going with me and it's going to be totally awesome.

If you're thinking you have some sort of high class music snob right to make an oh-so-witty slight early 90's reference please get over yourself. Go buy one of the three cds they've put out since those bad hair days. Then maybe we can chat.

T- Minus 46 days. I will be mentioning a countdown in every post from now until the show.

back!

for all of you that have missed me - im back. so no worries. no more tears. no more sleepless nights. im here. you can all rest assured that life is now ok.

anyway - let's talk about how some people are ridiculous. just ridiculous. example: while laying out on the lovely beaches of the outer banks, my cousin and i witnessed one of the most horrific sites EVER. a teenage girl, roughly 14 or 15, was applying tanning oil to her tan, overweight MOTHER. but not in the normal spots - no, no, no. she was slathering it onto her butt cheeks that did not fit into the tiny bikini that she should definitely NOT have been wearing.

the moral of this story is simple: please do not squeeze yourself into a tiny bathing suit that will cause anyone who views it to look away in horror and want to kill themselves. and please, for the love of all that is holy, do not have your TEENAGE DAUGHTER slather tanning oil on your butt. EVER.

the end.

We're on VACATION.

Andrew is in the mountains.

K. Myers is at the beach.

I'm nursing an awesome burn I got at a lake.

Nick just started a new job, which is TOTALLY like a vacation.

I promise that when we're all back there'll be plenty of updates and stories. Until then, go outside or try a few new Pop Tarts flavors. I know I've set the bar pretty high, but starting is half the battle.

Mission Mountain Family Programming

A Sugary Sign of the Apocalypse

Plus, I would appreciate it if everyone who reads this would help me to justify the decision I made in buying four boxes of Pop Tarts (Wild Berry, Double Berry, Splitz, and Raspberry) from the grocery store two days ago. I need another reason than the existence of the tiny, red “4 for $7” sign.

But to be honest, I guess I already bought them so I should air out my guilt over it.

"That's Not a Word!" Word of the Day.

We haven't had one of these in awhile...

Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis (n.)

(NOO-muh-noh-UL-truh-MY-kruh-SKOP-ik-SIL -i-koh-vol-KAY-no-KOH-nee-O-sis, nyoo-)
A lung disease caused by inhaling fine particles of silica.



Anchored Cubicle uses "pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis" in a sentence:

I do not know anyone who has died from a bad, or minor, case of pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis.

Mission Mountain Family Programming

*Second panel implies fireworks. Just covering my ass.

DOWN WITH CROCS.

http://ihatecrocsblog.blogspot.com/

enough said.