The bone protrusion through the skin - that's not a good sign.*

I've been so lazy about writing up my trip to Ohio that I have neglected the rest of my life. I mean, I lived it, but I haven't written about it. So without further adieu here is a quick glimpse of some of my other adventures over the past month of so.

The Nate Pinata
It all started when Elaina came home from a camping trip with a pinata in hand.

Me: Where'd you get the pinata
Elaina: I found it in the woods.
Me: (Thinking about it cause this could happen) ...Really? So you just brought it home. It could have bugs in it.
Elaina: (No doubt thinking...'I have the world's dumbest roommate'). No, I picked it up at the store on the way home from camping.


From there she glued a picture of our friend Nate on there for his birthday party...cause you know, on your birthday you should give all your friends the opportunity to hit your face with a stick. Elaina and I had a bit more fun with it.

I didn't make it to the party, so I can't say what happened to the Nate Pinata...but I can make some assumptions as to its fate.

Hungry Service Men

One Sunday, my nephew, Jacob, came up to show me the cool action figures he got. There were policemen, firemen, and army men. He stood them all up in front of me at the dinner table and then left. I couldn't resist the urge to make a scene...or two...or consumed the dinner table with my new found obsession.

I don't know why the policemen always have to be fighting.

The firemen have to get the water from somewhere! Just never thought it would be the pitcher at the dinner table. Don't worry, everyone was done eating by this point.

We left everyone in their positions until my nephew came back in...

I think he liked them. I think the arguing policemen and the firemen trying to get the water were my favorite. ...I feel to say that is like boasting in what an incredibly awesome aunt I am...but I am not, I mean, I hear I am one awesome aunt...that's for sure, but I don't say it of myself...others say it of me.

Forrest

If you know Forrest then I have already said enough. Forrest cracks me up because he fixates on a story and you can interrupt him til the end of time, once there's a moment of silence he jumps right back to where he left off.

Last week after Institute a group of us went out to eat. I was able to snap a picture of him in the middle of a story. ...He gets really in to his stories. He was standing up at first, I think, there was so much time between the beginning and the end. Then Ben got up and left and Forrest sat down next to Amelia...she looks frightened.

Either way, it was a lot of fun and I couldn't stop laughing.

This past Saturday the family did the usual Target trip. I must preface what I am about to tell you with the fact that I like penguins. It's like with the monkeys, I don't know how it started, I just realized one day I had this obsession...as I looked at the penguin clipped to my board at work, my penguin candy dish I use in the winter (but candy or no candy is always on my desk), the penguin salt and pepper shakers, the penguin plates, the penguin bank...and now, the newest and strangest edition....the penguin onesie.

Yup...I bought a piece of baby clothing. Yet, I don't have a baby...and I'm not even married. WHO DOES THAT?! Well...I mean, I know one person who does, but I won't name her...ahem...that's a link. No...you can't get the name out of me. This must be residual, I must have picked this up from her when we were roommates. But...but...it was only $3...and it's a penguin.

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Monday night I decided that I would treat myself to some rootbeer. We had a Joe Verses the Volcano party forever and a day ago and apparently had never touched the rootbeer. It was unopened and it was mine. I love rootbeer, but I don't let myself drink soda very often. So last night with dinner I went to pull out the rootbeer, precariously perched behind the mayonnaise. Before I knew it several objects were flying out of the refrigerator towards me. For some stupid reason I put my foot out to soften the blow for the mayonnaise...I am too kind, no really, I am. The full force hit my foot. In immense pain I hobbled over to the counter, got out a cup, and poured myself some rootbeer (priorities people!) then I hobbled to my room and imagined what kind of bruise I would get there. Since it is the foot I broke playing hockey in college, I wondered if it might be more easily broken the next time. Stupid girl, stupid mayonnaise, but not stupid rootbeer. It still hurts, but I don't think it's broken.

After I recovered I whipped out the hair color and dyed my hair...can you even tell?


Oh, and for those just noticing (for whatever reason), I did cut my hair about a week and half ago.

That is all.