She’s What Makes My World Go ‘Round May 6, 2008

I was really hoping that the hillbilly-dom (yes, I’m making it a word) of our great state would not wear off on my daughter. No such luck. She’s taken to wearing overall shorts (with no shirt underneath) and rubber rain boots. And she wants to wear them all. the. time. Even to bed. I put her in bed last night, took her boots off, and she cried for “My BOOTS!” for over an hour. I’m not even kidding. I know kids go through these phases where they want to pick out their own clothes or they express themselves oddly, but I’m scared of where it’s leading. What’s next? Squirrel hunting? Pinning a rebel flag up over her toddler bed?
We took Squeaks to Sears a few days ago to visit a friend of mine who is a photographer there. She takes amazing pictures and Squeaks loves her, so we wanted her 2nd birthday pictures done there. The Hubby and I decided to be in some of the pictures, considering I only have 2 photos of the three of us as a family since Squeaks was born! So here they are, which two side notes: 1) The toothpick behind The Hubby’s ear was airbrushed out — what a redneck! 2) Someone please tell me how to post pictures in WordPress where they aren’t HUGE! I try to minimize the size, but then they look really squished. So if you know, please help!

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In other news, we survived Squeak’s 2nd birthday party last night, so a full update and more (huge) pictures will be posted later, when I recover!
The Gang Before a Night of Heavy Drinking
And After! Apparantly when I get drunk I decide to be my own photographer — all of the pics from that night are taken by me OF me!
Me with some random guy. He and I rocked out together with those gloves. They hold a can of beer and it was the hit of night #3.
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There are so many other pictures, but they are quite crazy. I will be posting them throughout the week, as it takes forever to upload them to Blogger. But I do have some crazy tales I will be throwing in with them.
The best bands by far were Poison, Twisted Sister (who played in their concert pink and black), and Vince Neil, in that order. It was insane. My SIL has awesome pictures of Poison, including some amazing shots of C.C. Deville, as we were close enough to touch him.
Along the course of the weekend, we had one person puke, one person flash her boobs, and a bunch of alcohol consumed (and this was just in our group). I had horrible hiccups one night and was convinced that doing cartwheels would solve them. This only ended in pictures of me upside down, spread eagle. Not pretty.
I forgot to mention that we spent the weekend tailgating with a minivan. Bitchin’ huh? One night we managed to run the battery down and had to be jumped by two guys that were passed out under the truck next to us. Yep, passed out under the truck. I totally took pictures.
The pot was rampant out there, as was expected, but there was one guy also willing to sell his soul for shrooms. The ironic part is that he gave this speech in front of the tent run by the police department. I stood in line forever to take pictures of Twisted Sister, but the contact high I was getting was making me sick, so I had to leave the line. I’ll stick to beer, thank you.
You guys, I can’t even begin to tell you how much fun this was. You have to make the drive next year, it’s worth it. This was the biggest 80’s rock concert ever, with over 80,000 tickets sold. People were here from all over. And I was among the crowd, acting a drunken fool and loving every minute.
More stories later, and you might be able to talk me out of some very incriminating pictures!
I suck at blogging. I really do. It’s been a week since I last posted. Oh well, here’s another one for those of you who are still sticking with me!
Parade time!
Taking advantage of a break in the rain.
Me, Squeaks, and Drama Queen playing in the COLD water!
‘m in a total blogging slump lately. I really can’t find the creative juices I need to write something entertaining — I think school is stealing any creativity I have left. Plus, I’ve lost a lot of readers, so sometimes I feel like I’m just rambling to empty cyberspace (except for my faithful Alison!). And while I mainly write for me, it’s discouraging to see how many people have abandoned me. It’s like freaking high school all over again. So I’ve decided to make a good effort to blog more often, catch up with old buddies, plus make some new blogging friends. In what time? Who the hell knows!
Last night I finally got Squeaks to take a break from the hat, but then things only got worse. Her little pink chair that we got her a few months back has been a huge hit, but now she wants it to recline like Daddy’s. She tries to hard to recline and she gets really pissy when it doesn’t work. Last night I was doing some homework in the other room. When I returned to the living room I saw this:
My redneck husband had found the perfect footrest for her! Now she’s as happy as can be!
Enjoying the polar bear exhibit!
Petting the goats
Strolling with Daddy
I’m not feeling creative today, but I wanted to share with you all the coolest kid around. Before you all give up on my blog, I’ve been thinking of some creative stories to pass on to you, so hopefully I’ll return to my sarcastic blogging self very soon.