All posts tagged Being Silly
Fisher-Price what what!
Hanging with my buddy Beth a few years ago.
Chris plays fetch with a random dog
For my birthday, Chris and I hiked Old Rag Mountain in Shenandoah National Park. On our way to the trail, we made a furry friend!
Well that’s kind of fun.
I wore a whimsical necklace from my childhood yesterday and it brought back memories. The necklace joined my wardrobe for one of my first trick-or-treat outings. I’m glad to see, from a photo album caption my mom wrote, that it was also my dad’s when he was little. How fun! And, I’m also glad to see I still enjoy randomly wearing headdresses and dancing around… Hah…
Geese watching
Today, I went to the park. And this is what I saw.
Craft: NOM NOM NOM NAMASTE print in a vintage frame
I have the crafting itch!
Pretty fly (for an iced guy)
This past weekend, I visited my boyfriend, Chris, in Washington D.C. to celebrate his birthday. Naturally, I decided I should fly 1,000-ish miles from St. Louis with a homemade birthday cake for him. (Obviously.) This may seem like a bit of a hassle, but it surprisingly was not. Was it hilariously awesome? Affirmative. People ate it up. Not literally… but some wanted to.
Let me break my cake traveling process down for you: First, I had a man help me with my luggage for the “safety” of the cake. Then, when I was checking my bags, a group of Southwest employees ganged up on me saying they’d have to confiscate it. (And might I add that they kept disturbingly straight faces at first. Definitely threw my NOYOULIESTOPTRICKIN radar off.)
While waiting in the security check line, a man inquired about the future owner of the cake and demanded repeatedly that he [Chris] better downright appreciate it. (It’s cool, stranger man. You couldn’t have known that I have the sweetest guy alive.) Then the security guard announced to all with a chuckle that both laptops and special cakes should be placed in their own trays. And while the cake was moving through the X-ray machine, I heard her say, “I’m going to need to taste test this one.”
As I was boarding the plane, a fellow traveler stopped abruptly, cackled and proceeded to ask me 7.524 million questions about the cake. Once I made it on the plane, the flight attendant clapped and announced I’d brought cake for everyone while I walked down the aisle. And throughout all this, countless small children eyed the flying cake up and down with lust.
And all this took place before 7 a.m. Whew! Now I know how to make friends at the airport.
You are always on my mind, Thai food. Always.
Oh yeah. So iced. So fly.
Why does this cake exist? Because Chris does a wicked impersonation of Kermit. Yes, this is one of the reasons I’m dating him. (Really? Yes.)
