{crazyjen}

More wedding pics and comments

Here are some pictures from Mom's camera.

Heidi's expression (dark hair on the left) is priceless.

I love this one of Kim and Tom. Too cute.

This is one of my favorites. I told the guys, "You boys get down on one knee and look up at Kelly like she's the most beautiful creature on the planet. You're thinking, 'damn, Jimmy's a lucky b*stard.' " They did it too. It was fun although there were some whiners in the bunch. "My knees hurt." Yeah, okay, suck it up, it's only for a minute. The girls have to wear 3-4 inch heels for most of the day, I think you can handle some stairs for a minute.

The fellas. Not sure what the hand waving was but it makes for an interesting picture. Nick was doin' the Dr. Evil more like Dr. Wacko. Did I mention he was so crazy at the dance that he split his pants near the butt? You could see his undies and his leg.

There was a lot of smooching going on.

Dad, Jimmy and Mom.

This one is obviously blurry but isn't it hilarious? I call it "Runaway ringbearer!" That's Michelle in the pink skirt in the background.

Here's one of me and my big rig of a camera with Ryley. He wanted to help take pictures so I let him aim the camera and push the shutter. He kept saying, "I want to take another one." It was cute. First he wanted a picture of his daddy then Chris then Jedi.

Okay, that's it for now.

Jimmy & Kelly Wedding Pictures!

Here are two pictures I took from Jimmy and Kelly's wedding.

Being that I'm nit-picky I can see several things I would have done differently but the lighting is okay so that's a good thing. I won't list what I see because that would be retarded and annoying.

I'm loving the wagon with the midgets in it.

Kelly's Bachelorette Party

Here are a couple pics from the Bachelorette party on Saturday night. We started at Michelle's house, played a couple games, then went to Wanted at the Lakeville Cinema, dinner at Chianti Grill in Burnsville and then barhopped our way back to the bonfire at Grandma's.

Here's the bride to be, Kelly. She's wearing some playboy bunny ears and a bow-tie and her official name for the evening as "Princess." She even had a crown to wear. Michelle, Kim and I assigned stripper/hooker names for each guest. We had Bunny, Muffy, Candy, Lolita, Franchesca, Natasha, Buffy, Heather...that's all I can think of.

What'a a bach. party without some sexy lingerie, from Auntie Sheila. Kelly looks a little embarassed...you think? That's pretty cute though.

Here's our group: Jack (not really), Michelle, Traci, Sheila, Ashley, Heidi, Stacy, Kelly, Kimmie, me and Mom and Gracie.

Here's our "naughty" one. That's a lot of butts for one picture. :) Looks more like a police line-up than a bach. party. Ah well, you win some you lose some.

Here's Traci at dinner.

Here's Kimmie half in the bag after one Cosmo. Yeah, I was 3/4 in the bag after my drink then I got a glass of Riesling. Woah was I drunk. Felt good actually. I had a lot of liquor that night but you know what. I didn't puke and didn't have a hangover either. I was just tired, so overall, pretty good night.

I made a funny today!

Okay, so lately I just haven't felt like I've been very funny at all, which is sad because one of the greatest excitment/joys of my life is if I can make somebody laugh. Seriously, I mean that. I enjoy making people laugh, if I can. :) Whatever it takes, a dirty joke, a clean joke, some weird facial expression or body movement, a strange noise (I can make a lot), whatever but for some reason, lately, I've been super happy but just not feeling like I'm funny at all. Can't crack a good joke, can't be dry and sarcastic or nothign, but today I was. :)

So I'm sitting at work, not really talking because my mouth is a little sore after eating lunch and having to talk this morning. It still gets a bit sore, it doesn't hurt, just sore and tight so I try to keep a lid on my yapper. Wow, I know. :) Jen, quiet, alert the f'in media.

Anywho, I work with Carlotta, Kim and Kevin and we sit close enough to each other so that we can hear each other (mostly) and talk between each other without getting up. Handy, right?

So Kevin just pipes up and says, "I'm moving to Utah."

Carlotta says, "NO, you're not! Why would you move there?"

So I just bust out with, "Multiple Wives!"

That's all it took for the lid to come off Carlotta, she just bust out laughing. It was hilarious. Then I started laughing because, well, it was funny and because she was laughing so hard it was infectious. Then Kevin and Kim started laughing too.

See, that's what I needed, a really good line and some infectious laughter. Anybody wanna help me out tonight? I could use some more. :)

Megan Bailey Wedding

One of my second cousins once removed or whatever got married this weekend. :) She's my mother's father's brother's daughter's daughter. So whatever that makes me to her and vice versus.

Anyways, here are some pictures from the wedding. I'll go in chronological order of how I took pictures. Which means you won't see the bride first. Ooops.

Waiting in our "Harbal" pew for the wedding to start. That's Michelle on the left, the fuzzy one, then Auntie Shelly's head, the car seat for Gracie, nnnnnNick, Kimmie reading her program, Auntie Sheila hoping she won't cry and then my mother, observing it all, scolding us for talking. (we are naughty children)

That's Megan and her Dad. Doesn't she look beautiful? I was loving that dress. Simple, elegant with just enough bling to make it sparkly and fun. I loved the neckline too, the v-neck. See I can't always pull that off 'cause it dips too low into my cleavage which means I end up look trashy instead of the effect Megan has off elegant. Ah well.

I was also lovin' the flowers. Red roses, my all time fav. They smell sooooo nice and are beautiful and so velvety to the touch. Gotta love that.

Here's a close up.

Here's a shot from the back. Kimmie was in love with her veils. Absolutely loved them and I'm like, "Kimmie, yours are nice too." Ther's Mike on the right. He looked so happy, just a grin on his face. It was cute. Alright, he's a bit too old for cute so maybe I should say it was endearing.

Here's a view from our pew. This isn't the most exciting picture on the planet but I love to get the guests in the picture I think it gives it some depth and soemthing other than walls to look at.

Here's Mom taking everyone's pictures. She's worse than me. So I had to get one of her. She was teasing Jamie, taking her picture, because Jamie hates that.

Here's one of my lovely sisters and her child, Gracie (well, Grace but I have to give her a nickname, so Gracie it is). Gracie wasn't happy for most of the service. She was a little touchy. Which is extremely strange because she sat through and hour Catholic wedding not two weeks earlier with no problems. What a brat.

They had a lady from Mantorville bring her team of two draft horses to pull them around after the wedding. So here's Megan and Mike in their carriage. Too cool. Sorry about the lighting, I should have gotten closer and used the flash but I didn't want to disrupt the actual photographer. So this is what you get.

Here's one of my first cousins who actually likes having her picture taken by me. :) Hey 'Raci. (That's short for Traci. See, when Tara was little she couldn't say Traci, so she said 'Raci and that just stuck for me. So that's her nickname)

Farewell newly married couple! I hope your marriage is the best it could be! So at the reception we had to fill out a little card with marital advice and this is what I wrote,

"Be partners, be lovers, be friends." Now that I think about it I should have added at the end, "and not always in that order." :)

Wait. stop. I forgot. So I've got a story. Well, it's really not a story but a comment, actually two so...

anywho, Michelle, Kim, Chris, Nick and the two babies sat at the same table. Each table had a cake in the middle. Ours was this chocolate kind of black forest cherry-cake looking thing with fake frosting (ick). So we started looking around at the other round tables to see if they had the same cakes and they didn't. There was a completely chocolate cake, an oreo cake and a red velvet cake. It just so happened that the red velvet cake was at the table next to us and nobody and I mean nobody was sitting there. So we were going to go over and steal it but the table next to us wanted it to. So we kept going back forth with them about the cake. It was hilarious. It was playful banter. We said, "We saw it first." They said, "Well, your table doesn't have a number on it so we have priority." So Nick grabbed the number from the vacant table and put it on ours and changed the number from 9 to 1. It was funny. Our final play was going to be to go over and take a lick of it and then we'd claim it but we didn't. We did run over and cut our pieces of cake though. It had real cream cheese frosting. Ahhh...something I could eat. Although it was so rich I ate maybe 1/3 of it.

So the other comment...Michelle, Kim and I are relentless, pesky, diligent, annoying, tenacious and crazy at weddings. Oh yeah, we kept banging on our glasses all night. It was hilarious. The funny thing is that we were the only ones usually. People just didn't fall in line. We were disappointed but it sure was fun being a pest. :)

Fargo, ND

I went to Fargo, ND this weekend. Yeppers. That's right. Went there for a wedding of one of my relatives. Nothing too exciting went on. A couple funny stories though. :)

So, here goes. Friday we drove up to Fargo and when I say we I really mean I. Mom sat there in the passenger seat loaded up on dramamine 'cause she gets car sick. Which is apparently because of having all of us kids or that's what she says. I think she's just playing the blame game. Anyway, Kimmie's in the backseat sleeping like a rock. What a bum. So I'm driving the whole 4.5 hours which actually turned into about 5.75 hours because of stopping for dinner and a bathroom break for Mom. Let me tell you how fun that is. Oh yeah baby. Super fun, as in along the lines of watching grass grow. Yeah, you got me, something you've been dieing to do since birth. Yeah, I'm laying on the sarcasm with a palatte knife. :)

So we wake up Saturday morning and decide to eat breakfast and hit the pool which was really and oversized bathtub. Pretty friggin' small and it was like ice water so we tried the hot tub which was a bath tub with luke warm water. Gracie liked it a lot but Jack was being insubordinate. Not sure why. He loved water and the pool as a kid. What a brat.

Here's proof of the freezing water.

Here she is on Auntie Kimmie's lap.

More craziness from Gracie. She's actually splashing her hands and arms in the water.

So next we decided to go to the Red River Zoo in Fargo, ND. A very small zoo, nothing too exciting but enough for a little 2.5 year old and small enough for us to complete in a limited amount of time.

I'm loving this lizard picture I took. Pretty wicked looking. Actually I think this is a chameleon. Michelle was looking at the tank, reading the sign and said, "So who's got good eyes?" I take one look up in the upper corner and see this beauty. Apparently it wasn't so hard to find. :)

They had peacocks walking freely all over the place and I happened to get this one with his fan out. They are very beautiful animals. That bright blue is spectacular. It really is and the feathers appear iridescent at times. It's awesome. They make this annoyingly loud call...I can't really describe it except to say it sounds lke a MacCaw yelling "help help" crossed with some kind of ribbiting frog. It's weird.

This is  Meerkat, like the tv show. They just stand up and look around all the time. Nothing much else happening there. So needless to say we didn't stay long to observe them.

Mitchelley, Kimmie, Gracie, Jackster and Guy standing next to a Bison with tiger painting. Not sure why we chose this spot for a semi-family picture. Mom and I are taking pictures, hence we aren't in there.

Guy and the Squeaker walking ahead, Michelle with the stroller, Grandma bringing up the rear, Kimmie with Gracie but obviously not in this picture.

Jack actually walked up and petted this wolf cub. I didn't think he'd do it because he is afraid of dogs and this looks like a dog, but I was wrong. He walked right up there and did it, twice in fact. I was so proud.

Okay, so now you've seen enough pictures of the zoo, time for some wedding stuff.

Kimmie waiting for the ceremony to start. Giving me one of her looks....

Gracie giving me one of her looks too. As in, get me out of here, I'm bored. This Catholic long marriage mass is making me crazy. Wait, she didn't say that but I know I did. I'm Lutheran and our marriage ceremonies are 20-30 minutes depending on how long-winded the pastor's speech is so sitting through a Catholic mass was like the end of the world (yes I'm being a whiner) but on the bright side the next 3 weddings I have to attend are Lutheran. ha ha!

Gracie was very good during the ceremony. She squalked a couple of times but it was a happy screech. People around us looked back to see her and probably thought she was upset but she wasn't. The bride and groom didn't even notice nor did they care so that was a bonus.

Ah, the lovely couple. Jason and Karen (Carr) Meixner. Her dress was so beautiful. It really was. Not too much bling, just enough to make it elegant but not gaudy. Same with her tiara. Oh and the train was small, simple and slightly bustled, beautiful. Sorry, no picture of it though. Maybe I can check Mom's film and see if she had one.

Gracie, happy as a clam, at our table at the reception. She just looked around, chewed on the table cloth and one of her favorite toys (a JD dump truck) and looked happy. It was kind of nice considering Jack was such a hellion. Ughh...Guy had to take him to run around a couple of times 'cause he was getting restless. I can hardly blame him.

Okay, so here's a funny story. We are sitting around our table waiting for cake and Jack sees the lady with a tray full of cake plates. She stops at our table, proceeds to pass them around to the adults, so he sees this , throws his arms out in front of them and screams "please, please, please, please!" indicating that he wants cake. God it was hilarious. I laughed so hard. :)

Oh, that reminds me of another story. During the dinner Michelle, Kimmie and I constantly and I mean constantly banged on our glasses, you know klink klink, trying to get the Bride and Groom to kiss. We were relentless. Okay, I shouldn't make it sound like we always started it but maybe half the time. It was hilarious. Relentless takes on a whole new meaning when you get us three together at a wedding. The table next to us had a bunch of older folks that, according to Kimmie, were glaring at us for doing it. What a bunch of poops.

The best part was that it reminded Kim of Michelle's wedding. You see Michelle had little bells on all the tables so people could ring those bells instead of klinking the glasses. At one point during the dinner Michelle grabs her bell, looks at Guy with that gleam in her eye (you know the one fellas) and starts ringing her own bell. I swear I couldn't stop laughing when Kimmie said that because I had forgotten all about it. It was seriously hilarious. Hilarious because most brides don't do that, they just get annoyed at the "relentless" people klinking/chinking/clanging/banging/whatever their glasses. Not my sister.

Later on the mother of the groom came over, we know her, and we were telling her all about it. We were telling her how we enjoyed torturing them and proceeded to indicate that all of us don't mind/won't mind smooching our men during in front of everyone at a wedding and dont' mind torturing others.

I said, "Do you know who's going to be making all the racquet at Kimmie's wedding?" then I pointed to Michelle and I. Then I said, "Do you know who'll be making all the racquet at Jimmy's wedding." and pointed at Me, Michelle and Kimmie. Oh baby I can't wait. I love weddings. :) She laughed. Kimmie's going to be smooching Thomas so much that at one point I'm going to scream, "Hey, why don't you two get a room!" :)

Okay, so this picture is probably a little hard to understand without a story attached to it. Okay, here goes. After dinner and before the dance we had a little over an hour to kill so they tossed out these volleyball-sized beach wedding balls for the kids to play with. Well, the funny thing is that the adults had more fun wacking them around than the kids. Um...yeah, seriously. I got in it a couple times too. It was basically the Meixner side having all the fun. It was a riot. They played "keep the ball from hitting the ground."  It was more fun than I describe it. People got hit in the back of the head (um...that was me :) Glasses were knocked over, heads were shaved, kids got in the line of fire. Pretty much chaos and fun had by people who should act their age. Granted, I'm not saying I believe that adults should act their age because what fun is that? I'm just saying. :)

The Walburn clan before they went back to the motel.

Here's a shadow of my crossed legs with my hot sexy 4" black pointy-toed heels that I wore. Oh yeah, they make my legs look that much longer. I should have worn a skirt but they drive me crazy so I wore black pants instead. Just thought I'd add this random shot in. Eat your heart out boys. :) jk

Me and little Kimmie. "Do we look alike?" Maybe the chins.

Here's a picture of me and Kimmie trying to Polka. We aren't very good at it but we give it a shot which is what really counts oh and we're havnig fun and quite frankly I don't really give a crap if I'm horrible. Nope, not really 'cause it's fun. :)

Anyways, dancing like a nut created a problem for me. Um...well, anyway see my shirt there. Yeah, I'm the one in the black pants, Kimmie's got the white pants on. My shirt was a v-neck and it kept slidding downward so I'd go from oh 1 inch worth of decent cleavage to about 10 pounds of it. Not very attractive really, kind of slutty when you get to that point so the whole evening I'm hiking my shirt up trying to cover up god's gift that tortures me constantly and gets oogles from old men, perverts, the occassional cute guy not to mention little boys who like to cop a feel (yeah, you know who you are. :) So I start dancing with Kimmie and I see Mom and she points to my chest and I look down. Do I even need to say what happened? My shirt had shifted and you could see my bra now in addition to my cleavage. Nope, God's gifts weren't hanging out but pretty darn close. Sheesh...how embarassing. Apparently I need to tape the twins down before I attempt to have fun dancing.

Just in case you were wondering Kimmie has white socks on with pink tips and I'm barefoot. My preferred way of living, barefoot and carefree. Plus those stick-thin, needle-point, leg-enhancing, black pointy-toed, male mouth-watering, I'm-a-good-time, shoes start to hurt my feet after awhile.

Okay, that's it for now. This is a pretty long post so I hope you made it to the end.

Edit: Another story Michelle wanted me to tell.

So me, Kimmie and Mom slept in one hotel room and right next door were Michelle, Guy, Jack and Gracie. Sat. morning Kimmie and I are getting ready and all of a sudden I hear Michelle yell, "Jack! Shit!" then I hear a door open and the patter of feet and Michelle scream and pound on our door "Help! Somebody! Help!" So I jump up, run to the door (yes I ran, I didn't walk quickly, I ran, I heard the note of panic in the voice.) throw it open and see Michelle racing down the hall after Jack. I yell, "Hey, what!?" She turns around and "says Jack opened the door and escaped and I ran out to get him, forgot my key and Gracie is locked in the room sitting on the bed!" Okay, so honestly my first response was to chuckle 'cause it was humurous. At that point Kimmie gets the story and goes in our room and gets the spare key for their room. And what do you think we find? Gracie, sitting there, happy as a clam, smiling at us. So the story was pretty funny. :) We laughed about it.

Owatonna High School Prom

Saturday was the Owatonna High School Prom in Owatonna, MN. My little cousin was in it with her boyfriend, Duane. She let me do her make-up because she loves me. Well, that and I'm pretty good at it too. It's fun to play around with everyone else's make-up. Everyone's face is different and therefore needs different colors, techniques, yadayadayada but it's fun. :)

So here she is:

 

Funny girl.

This is beautiful red dress with, of course, he red cowboy boots which are much easier on the feet than 3" stiletto ice-pick heels.

Here's her chariot complete with several hundred horses for power. Not really your cinderella pumpkin turned into beautiful white coach but hey we live in the 21st Century in the Midwest where trucks rule, what did you expect? :) You think that pumpkin would have lasted if it would have snowed? Not likely but that truck could.

So after the glam-job I did on her we drove around to one of her date's friend's house. His name is butch, well, that's his nickname, not sure where he got it from though. Would be interesting to find out.

So, can you find the one thing wrong with this picture? I mean in the picture not the picture itself. Yes, the girl on the left with the black dress has sandals on. Cardinal Rule #1 that I absolutely don't like, sandals with a nice prom gown. Come on, where some nice dress shoes. I don't care if those sandals are designer and cost more than the dress, wear some nice shoes. You're killing me Smalls.

Then we had to go to another house to take some pictures. I didn't get many because it was indoors and the kids were impatient. Typical. I would think getting all gussied up would make kids want me to take their picture. You know as in, "Hey you, girlie, yeah, you with the camera, want to take my picture? I had my hair done, nails and toenails done, my make-up, I've got on more bling on than the Queen of England and this dress cost a fortune. I'm never gonna look this good again. Please take a 1,000 pictures of me." Do you think I heard anything like that? Nope, just grumbling and attitudes. Kids today, no respect for elders. Punks.

Here's my cousin who enjoys when I take her picture. Must be used to it or something. :) The Prom theme was Diamonds are Forever so there was a lot of silver and sparkly stuff.

Here's a close-up. Isn't she cute? Oh and guess what? I got to do Duane's hair. Yep, he wanted his wings to stick out. As in his hair is long and it wings out by his ears so I got to curl his hair. Too sweet!

Okay, so here's my overview of this year's prom stuff, opinions, dresses, craziness and the like:

• There were a lot of pink dresses this year. Ranging from baby pink, pastel pink to hot pink. Tons of pinks. I called them the cupcakes or barbies because that's what they looked like.
• There were a lot of yellows, teals and purples (made my auntie sheila happy, that's her favorite color).
• There were a ton of dresses that had bling all on the corset section of the dress. Mostly around the breast area. Yeah, tons of bling to accentuate the chest area. Yeah, because high school kids need that? It looked tacky instead of elegant.
• I probably saw, in addition to the above, about a mile of cleavage. Yeah, boobs were hanging out everywhere. All these low-cut, v-neck dresses exposing more skin than I thought appropiate. Maybe I'm getting old-fashioned. I wonder if these parents are even involved in buying these dresses or do they just give them the credit card and say "Here honey, buy whatever you want, no matter what the cost and how it looks. Just remember the more skin you show the more expensive the dress should be, because there is less fabric so the cost should go up." Yeah, I know, I'm laying on the sarcasm with a brick-layers knife but it seems appropriate. Case in point, some girl bought a dress that cost $550. Seriously, doesn't that seem a bit ridiculous to you? I think so. I don't think I spent that much on my wedding dress and that's a more important day. Sheesh.
• Lots of mermaid type dresses with bling and crystals up the ying yang. Seriously, every dress just went overboard with the bling. It wasn't tasteful it was obnoxious.
• There were a lot of beautiful dresses too. I should mention that before you think I'm all about the negative. There were some beautiful jewel tones and teals and princess-like dresses. Very elegant and beautiful.
• There were a ton of 2-3" strappy shoes. I love shoes so I was oogling them as much as the dresses.
• A lot of corset dresses. You know where you could obviously see they had boning and it accentuated the waist and then billowed out.
• There were a ton of trains. Very long dresses with a train. Now me, I would not want to worry about walking around or dancing with a train. Pain in the rear-end.
• Hair. There was a ton of girls not doing the traditional up-do. It was a side ponytail, like from the 80's. A curled side ponytail.
• The backs of dresses tended to have crisscrossing straps and showed a lot of skin. again, parents, "where the heck were you?" Beautiful dresses but a bit too revealing.
• Um...what else. Oh yeah, too many ice cream tuxes. What I mean by that is tuxes that are all white. Ick, nasty, yucky. I don't like them. They look nasty.

So here are a couple more pictures.

Here's one of my second cousins twice removed or something like that. Dillon Meixner. He's too cute. He's gotten so big. I used to babysit him when he was a kid. I don't think I had to change his diapers but I did babysit him. He looks just like his Dad, Mike. Wish I had a picture of him handy so you could see.

I don't really know this kid except to say that he stole my halloween skeleton from our halloween party. Yeah, he stole it. It was expensive, the little Sh*t! So I got his number from my brother's friend Brian and called him. I told him to give it back so apparently he did, but not to me, and he didn't give it back whole, he kept the head. So I decided to take his picture and publicly shame him on my blog! I'd like to add a few profane words but I won't. So I hope somebody he knows sees this and tells him because I am ticked off that he'd come to our party, not invited and steal my stuff.

Okay, enough bad stuff. Here are some of the phrases heard by me, my little sister, Tina Loise, Auntie Sheila and my mother.

• I'm liking that one.
• Oooh, that's pretty.
• Holy Cleavage!
• That looks tacky.
• I hate gloves (Brian)
• Hey Brian, check that one out.
• Look at this next one.
• Move it along, move it along people. (people stopped and were poky)
• That's pretty.
• Shhhh (auntie sheila telling us to be quiet because we were loud and opinionated.)
• Ahh, she ruined that dress by wearing sandals!
• Royal blue (kimmie), my favorite.
• Hey Kimmie, that ones right up your alley.
• That's ugly. Yuck.

Happenings today...

in the life of crazyJen.

1. Did a major overhaul of my office and our file cabinets at work. Very fun toting around boxes. I carried two at a time and the office ladies thought I was a female beef-cake. Ha, like those boxes were that heavy. I can carry two 50 lb. sacks of horse feed on my shoulders. City folks...
2. Fed the animals. They must be getting stir-crazy 'cause they went nuts when I went home.

Rocky, thinking...

One of our barn cats lording over the yard. Seriously. She/He, not sure I didn't get a look, sitting in the hay loft watching outside. Looks like a little tiger.

1. Helped Keddy (aka Kelly) with her invitations. Sorry no picture of that. During the process of cutting ribbon for the invites I managed to cut myself twice with a scissors. Yeah, once on my index finger and the next on my ring finger. Talk about a clutz.

Kelly smiling...she was supposed to be sticking her tongue out in thought while trying to put together this invite. She's insubordinate. :)

Paper hearts shaped in a heart.

1. So I had some pictures of Kim but they are just of her big butt when she was pig piling on Thomas. Not appropriate for this blog.

So after the invitations we decided to go to the movies....to see 21 a movie about BlackJack. So we stop at the local Holiday Gas Station to get some water and candy for the movies. Yeah, I know we should buy it from the movie theatre but it's such a rip off and Kim's bag is huge, they never know.

Anyways, so Kim and I go into the store and I get a bottle of water and some Twizzlers Nibs and as I walk by a display I see that they have a limited edition Wild Cherry M&M's. I think well I won't eat them tonight but they might be worth a try so I grab a pack. I get up to check out and the following conversation with the clerk ensues:

Jen: Kim, did you see these m&m's. They ought to be worth a try huh? I love cherry.

Clerk: Those wild cherry m&m's aren't that good. I tried them. They said they were supposed to taste like a chocolate covered cherry but they don't.

Jen: Oh, well, that's not good. I'll try 'em anyways and if they are bad I'll just feed them to the dogs. Well, not really I'll just throw 'em away.

I'm done checking out so it's Kim's turn. She buys some other "normal" candy.

Clerk: (to kim) So I see you are going with the normal candy.

Kim: Yeah, just plain for me.

Jen: You don't know if it's normal though because they could be old and decrebit candies.

Kim: If they were I'd just bring them back. Well, not really. Did you know that people will bring back half eaten food to Cash-Wise (grocery store). Yeah, they eat half of it and then bring it back and want their money back because it doesn't taste right.

laughter

Jen: Yeah, like that's going to happen.

Clerk: Well I had a customer come in one time to return a cigar. Apparently this kid was trying to roll in some dope and broke the cigar so he brought it back and tried to return it.

Jen: He told you this?

Clerk: Oh yeah!

laughter from all parties. :)

Scrapbooking Weekend

This weekend was our Family Scrapbooking Event at Michelle's House (Guy was gone fishing). Kimmie and I stayed over Friday and Saturday night. We scrapbooked all day, well except for the occassional nap and break-times. Grandpa came to babysit so Jack wouldn't be in our hair.

I'll post pictures later. I've done enough posts tonight to wear me out for awhile.

Dad and Me

So here's a conversation my Dad and I had today while waiting for the guy to finish measuring the kitchen for countertops.

J: Dad, are you going to a funeral or what? (He's wearing a black shirt and we're going to go to the hospital to visit Grace.)

D: No, why?

J: Because you're wearing black, you should be wearing pink.

D: Laughs

J: You know Dad, real men where pink. (snickers)

D: I don't have any pink. I've got a blue shirt but it smells like closet. (moldy?)

J: Okay, nevermind.