The Yin-Yang News of the Day at Kick the Anthill: Voter Fraud Edition. Worth a look.

Halloween party in two days. I’m dressing as Sarah Palin. Kevin is going to be John McCain. And yes, it was totally my idea and he loves me. But this is a fun, easy Halloween costume. Even easier than the year that I threw on some cutoff overalls, an orange t-shirt, drew some freckles, and put my hair in braids to be a fan of Oklahoma State University.

I relayed this conversation to Granny and she had something to say:

Tell her you’ll throw a blanket over her shoulders before you put her in the ground.

Discussing her mother-of-the-bride dress:

Mom: I want something I can wear again. I want to get my money’s worth!
Me: You’ll get your money’s worth and you can wear it again.
Mom: When?!!
Me: I’ll have you buried in it.
Mom: That thing is sleeveless…I don’t want to be cold!

Something about this reminds me a lot of my relationship with Kevin. And it’s the end that reminds me of our relationship, not the beginning. Though I could see Kevin doing that whole Godfather thing with the pizza. There’s no use denying it.

Goal for after we are married: Watch Cranford

Now, here’s one that’s actually a cartoon. It’s one that my brothers and I watched over, and over, and over again, probably between 1989 and 1991 (I remember because Ryan was teeny tiny at the time). So it was probably me and Kyle watching it mostly. With Ryan over in the corner gurgling or something. We had it taped on a VHS cassette, following DTV’s Romancin’ or something like that. I accidentally taped over it :( I grieve the loss of “Romancin’” to this day. It had this great song on there called “Mickey, She’s Got A Crush On You” and about a year ago I ordered this CD just so I could listen to the song.

Back to the cartoon. This one is “Garfield: On the Town” and it’s the one where he meets his mama. Watch it with a box of tissues.

Enjoy! I’m off to An Affair of the Heart with my mom.

1. Where’s your favorite beach?
Sad to say, I don’t have one. I’ve been to one beach in my life. This will change in June though, because Kevin and I are honeymooning in Maine and Prince Edward Island. Pretty sure my favorite beach is somewhere up there

2. Where’s your favorite place to spend money?
Barnes & Noble, Forever 21, and…the grocery store.

3. Where’s a good place to watch people?
Clearly the airport and the state fair. But once Kevin and I saw this awesome couple at Wal-mart. The guy had a braided rat tail hanging down to his hind end and the woman was walking around with her hand stuck in his back pocket. I looked to Kevin before he noticed them and said, “That’s us in 20 years.” Thought he was going to vomit

4. Where’s a good place to be totally alone?
My house. I like being alone.

5. Where’s a place outside of work (or school) where you’re likely to run into people from work (or school)?
I always run into people at Wal-mart OR in Branson, MO. Can’t tell you how many times we have randomly bumped into people in Missouri.

Posted yesterday at Kick the Anthill:

Today is a windy day in Oklahoma, one of those “sweeping down the plains” days that we get this time of year and then again in March. Well, that’s actually a bit misleading. We have those kinds of days whenever Mother Nature pleases, whether it’s January or July. But I know Mother Nature, and she’s a good woman. While the wind was pretty strong today, it wasn’t at the tornadic level you’d need to uproot a yard sign stuck solidly nine inches deep in the earth.

Driving through my neighborhood, a place that appears as if Mr. Rogers would be happy to call it home (but in fact is a bastion of liberal lunacy), I noticed a tree service parked out in the street. They had two trailers covered in limbs on each side of the street, so it was quite a feat getting my new, wider car through the area. Thank goodness for the wider car though, because it meant that I had to pay more attention. And today that meant everything.

A streak of blue caught my eye as I drove past. What was that? I was a few houses down the street before I realized—a McCain/Palin sign.

SCREEEEEEECH. I stopped in the middle of the street, opened my door, and ran past the houses, my long black coat flapping in the wind. Folks, this girl doesn’t run for just anything, but justice was about to be done. I stuck my hand between all the branches and pulled out the sign, virtually unblemished, and ran back to my car (careful to hide the sign lest I be grouped with the evildoers who have been vandalizing my lawn).

And that, Little Sign, is how you came to live at your new home with someone who will love you, grease you up with Vaseline, surround you with bear traps, and do whatever it takes to keep the people who wish you harm from breaking your pretty, plastic heart.

P.S.: Before anyone asks, it didn’t belong to the people that the tree service men were working with on my street (those folks have a yard filled with OK Obama and Andrew Rice signs). If I had any idea who it belonged to, I would have returned it to them with a smile. And maybe a hug. Because I’m nice.

UPDATE: It’s a girl! Soon, Little Sign will be joined by lots of baby sisters. Twenty-five bouncing, pink yard signs are on their way to join their Blue Brother.

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Updated the Wedding page. If you aren’t into clicking on links, here’s the update on the reception:

Like the rest of the wedding we are going for a southern feel here. Right now the plan is to set up a large tent inside the youth facility at the church and create a garden look. The rough plans are to create the illusion of sitting beneath a large tree with lanterns, lights, and crystals hanging from the “limbs.” There will be a head table for the wedding party, a few reserved tables for immediate family members, and a few dozen tables for our wedding guests.

I really hope all attending are able to stay for the reception because as we’re planning it now, it is going to be gorgeous. While we had been planning on using the reception hall and the lawn, it was looking like there were going to be a few snags in setting up the tent outside. The tent inside the building does sound a little odd, but I think we’re going to get the perfect effect–a really beautiful, nighttime atmosphere.

Every once in a while these search terms lead people here:

what does peace sign and a lip pucker mean

It is a sure sign that the person making the face is in need of a lobotomy.