The Leap.

One Step

"One step at a time, there's no need to rush.
It's like learning to fly or falling in love.
It's gonna happen and it's supposed to happen.
And we find the reasons why one step at a time."

Sometimes that one step feels more like a leap. But I guess that's the only way you learn to fly, and flying is what you want.
Who knew that leaping off the edge could feel so good?

Fun-due. Ha ha! Get it? FUN due?!! Because it's really Fon-due and I called it FUN due...you know, because it's fun........nevermind.

I'm in love with you fondue, even though you made my tummy hurt. A lot.



This is the table before we ate. Thanks to Jodie (and others) for the cute table decorations. Doesn't it look soooo good?










And this is the table after. It doesn't do justice to the amount of food we ate. I think D'Nell is sad because the fundue had to come to an end. I felt the sadness too, but you can't see it because you know, I'm taking the picture and stuff.

Two posts on the same subject. Post One: Something Blew Up In My Kitchen

I don't know. I got tired of using cupboards. They're so confining. Why does everything have to be hidden? Why can't I have everything out in the open where I can see it? Besides, counterspace is SO overrated. Am I right? Now that everything's out in the open, who knew I had 16 vases and a glass pitcher? (Who uses a glass pitcher anyway? Isn't that for the Kool-Aid guy?)

I guess this isn't the best way to clean the cupboards, especially since it's going to take us a week to put everything back because we're anal and we want to make sure every space in our kitchen is OPTIMIZED! For instance, glass vases that you never use take up a lot of room. Mugs that you only use occasionally take up a lot of room. Items you do want to use (such as that awesome Bosch that your mom got you for Christmas SEVEN years ago that is currently picking up dust on your pantry floor, and that George Foreman grill that you have used only once because you forgot you had it. ...I mean, come on, the rice cooker you got from your wedding is a gift from heaven, the GF grill has got to be half as good, at least) should be placed in an easy-to-reach area. I've also discovered a few other useful tips: You should make sure you have a complete set of measuring cups and spoons, not several sets of mismatched ones. If you don't drink champagne or wine, you probably don't need a cork screw. For people who rarely eat potatoes, three potato peelers probably aren't necessary. Perhaps the dog treats, leashes, heartguard pills, and medicine shouldn't be thrown into a pile on top of the barbecueing tools. And the spices, don't even get me started about the spices. The cute spice rack you got from your wedding? You know, the one where you only use 3 spices from it while the ones you actually use are in the cupboard and hard to see? Maybe you ought to reconsider how that works...

Two posts on the same subject. Post Two: A Declaration of War

We blew up our cabinets today in a tactical maneuver to get rid of the tiny brown beetles. So far, we've sent a mighty blow to their forces by destroying their homeland. But their numbers are many and they are not easily rid of. The war continues....

Blast from the ...Huuuh?

Which one is the real one from 1996 and which one is the fake one....from 1996?

They both look SO. REAL.



I miss you 1996 hair. You were so cool.

It's all about the hair

If I grew up in the sixties, I'd be the happiest geek EVER.





I've always wondered what I'd look like with an afro.
That's a lie. I've never wondered that.

But I should have. I look awesome.
Yeah. I make a great white/black lady.




But what can compare with the 80's fro?




Fake high school memories are the best.