Surfing.

I didn't even turn on my computer yesterday. SO proud of myself!

And to celebrate not being on the computer yesterday, I'm spending ALL day on the computer today... just surfing... ahhh love it. Tee hee. Seriously, though, I *do* hope to get some dishes done.

So what did I do yesterday instead of spending time on the computer, you ask?!

Well, I reveled (doubled over in pain is more like it) in the fact that I'm a girl, and I hate that fact that we have to go through a "not fun" few days in the month... and boys don't! I hate that! Sheesh! :p

Let's see... what else did I do yesterday? OH! Okay, so I was gone for five weeks, right?! And that meant that TWO issues of Real Simple magazine were delivered while I was gone. So I read BOTH issues from cover to cover... AND I took a nap. Productive, no? :D

And may I just say that this year's April issue was FABULOUS! Seriously, if you weren't able to get it, go to ebay or something. It's a MUST have for every household...

"Faster, easier ways to wash (almost) anything"

"Care labels decoded!" (no, that circle with a dot on the care label is NOT a breast, it's a washing machine! who knew?!)

"Foolproof stain removal."

"Too much stuff? Six ways to clear the clutter."

Not to mention... some SUPER cute dresses (anyone have a spare $495 they want to give me for this uber cute sun-dress? anyone? oh wait, that's May's issue, well, regardless, CUTE dresses), inspiring ads and photos (I like to think of as scrapbook sketches), neato facts about stuff that happened in the month of April, and ways to get a better night's sleep. Who wouldn't want this issue? Seriously, fabulous for mothers and non-mothers alike, I will be laminating this issue. :)

OH! And I must say I'm very happy with American Idol's Top 5! These five have been my favorites since the beginning, and I'll be sad to see them go from now on. I really hope that no matter the outcome, we hear from all five of them in the future. :)

And just because I didn't have a photo last time, and Emilie says every blog entry should have a photo, I added a card I recently made for my MIL. :)

Thanking.

I just wanted to thank everybody who left me a comment or sent me an email while I was going through my tough time. It was SO much better with friends here for me. Thank you SO much! I could never ask for better friends! :)

Cooking.

I love to cook. Love, love it. Okay, I'm a daughter of a chef... two chefs, in fact. My parents have the best bakery in Colorado! I haven't officially *been* to all the bakeries in Colorado, and actually, I have Celiac Disease (wheat/barley/rye intolerance), so I couldn't even technically *eat* at all the bakeries in Colorado, but let me assure you... it is *the* best in Colorado.

Heck no, I'm not biased!

I LOVED to help my mom in the kitchen. Well, I remember loving to help her make cookies (any kind really because she made so many different ones) and popcorn (stove-top) and milkshakes. That really doesn't make my mom sound like much of a chef... more of a junk-food junkie. She is, but she's also a chef. Promise. :)

My sister picked up cooking quite easily. So when we got a bit older... you know around age 10 when we were supposed to be making our own snacks and sometimes meals, I just had her do it. She seemed to enjoy it. What little sister doesn't want to make sauteed chicken breasts and loaded nachos for her older sister? None that I know. :)

And when I went off to college, I wasn't much for cooking. I LOVED the cafeteria. I loved that three times a day, they expected me. They didn't care if I cleared my plate (but I always did), and they didn't care if I didn't like it (which was rare). And true as it may be that they didn't want us bringing plates full of cake to our dorm rooms... ahem... carried in my swim bag... ahem, I did it anyway.

My resident advisor (who was also a student manager in the cafeteria) walked by my room one night and saw a big plate (obviously stolen from the cafeteria... and just to let you know... I'm NOT a hoodlum, I DID bring those plates back the next day... or week. Well, at least I brought them back! Okay, usually once there was a huge pile of them and my roommate got annoyed, but still, I brought them back! So there! And now I'm sure you've forgotten what this sentence was *orginally* about... my RA saw a big plate...) of tastiness sitting on top of my microwave, and she shouts in my room, "REYANNA! Stop stealing brownies from the cafeteria!" I smiled and shouted back, "Okay, Tess! Sorry! I won't steal brownies from the caf!" And then I said under my breath... "And that is because I always steal caaaa-aaake!" Tee hee. Chocolate cake I'm sure looks like brownies to passer-byers. Oh well. :-p

Ahem. Anywho, I was fine and dandy eating from the cafeteria and ordering pizzas from the nearby Pizza Butt... err Hut. Until! Until I found out about my Celiac Disease. All of a sudden... POOF! I was on my own. I had to make... *gasp* ... my own meals! At first... I won't lie... things were disgusting! That is partly due to the fact that "back in the day," gluten-free foods were DIS-GUS-TING! It's so much better now. :) But the other part was due to the fact that I didn't... *another gasp*... know how to cook! How was it that I, at age 17, had escaped the house of the chefs, clueless about cooking?! Ahem... if you were reading earlier... that's because I made my sister do all my cooking that my parents weren't doing. Tee hee.

So yeah, long story short (oh, who am I kidding? This is already a novel, the "long story short" boat has now sailed), I learned to cook, and my husband was very happy and well-fed. Probably why he put up with me for so long. ;-) Teasing. :-p
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And I LOVE to cook now. I found this super tasty Mexican casserole dish at Gluten-Free Girl, and I adapted it to be easier for me. :-) What's better than fast and easy cooking?! Umm... nothing. :D

Thanks to Emilie Ahern for posting a Mexican recipe on her blog this week. Got me craving Mexican and prompted me to share this with you! :-) And just a note... I don't measure things. I just make it... it's that easy, and you can't screw it up! :D

Reyanna's Mexican Pie

Preheat Oven to 350 degrees (or so)

Can of beans (refried, pinto, black, whatever)
Meat (1/2 pound probably... chicken or beef or whatever you like... I suppose you could even do a pound if you like it very meaty... whatever)
1 cup cooked rice (I cook the Minute Brown stuff because it's fast and... you guessed it... easy!)
1/2 can salsa (whatever kind, whatever size... it's like a cup or something)
1 jalapeno or other pepper (stick this in the oven on 350-450 [whatever] to roast it first, then de-seed it, dice and throw it in)
1 Avocado
2 cups (or so) cheese (I did a jack and cheddar mixture, but again... whatever)
15 corn tortillas (or so)

In saucepan, mix salsa, beans, meat and rice. Low-Medium is fine. Heat thoroughly. Throw in pepper and stir. Season with anything you like (to taste), but I just left mine... the salsa and pepper are fine. Taste it and see if you like it, if it doesn't have enough flavor, throw in some more salsa... or minced garlic or garlic salt or sea salt or kosher salt or a flavored salt mixture like Jane's, which is my favorite. I heart salt.

Get glass or Pyrex dish (circle or square 8 or 9") and spray with non-stick cooking spray. Layer 3 corn tortillas (Or however many cover the bottom), then some salsa/beans/meat mixture, then cheese and avocado, then 3 corn tortillas again, then mixture, cheese, avocado, etc. Keep doing this until you get to the top of your pan. Top with tortillas and cheese. Stick it in the oven until cheese is browned and bubbly. Like 25-40 minutes. :)

So easy. I know these are probably the weirdest steps ever, but I'm serious... you can't screw this up. It's so yummy! Spoon on to plates and use sour cream and fresh cilantro to top it! SO GOOD! Feeds four. Enjoy. :)

p.s. You can also freeze leftovers (or an extra pan of it if you don't want to bake it at the moment) and thaw them and bake them again if you want! :)

p.p.s. Click picture above for some zoomed-innedness (I just made up a word!) that is the cheesy, bubbly, super tastiness of Reyanna's Mexican Pie. :)

p.p.p.s. Please watch for "zoomed-innedness" ... coming to a dictionary near you.

Surviving.

Pollyanna is one of my favorite movies. Actually, it's been one of my favorite movies for well over twenty years. I could always relate to her. She was the eternal optimist, and she wanted everyone to view life in a positive way. And at the end of the movie? She falls off a roof and paralyzes both her legs.

Now, I didn't fall of a roof. But I was in a horrendous car accident that left me with both legs broken and bed-ridden for several months. I was five years old, and I had never once met someone who lost the use of both their legs... no matter how long the time period.

So Pollyanna was special to me. I knew what she was going through, and I felt she knew what I was going through. And when I got out of the hospital, I think I watched that movie just about every day.

I haven't seen the movie in several years. And last night, as I was bawling my eyes out to a close friend, he reminded me of this favorite movie. He reminded me of the "Glad Game." And for those of you haven't seen Pollyanna (oh, you poor souls), The Glad Game is a game Pollyanna always played when she wanted to see the best in a situation. She always wanted something to feel glad about.

And I love my friend for reminding me how much I love that game. When Pollyanna became paralyzed, she no longer wanted to play the game. It is so easy to become wrapped up in self-pity when life throws you a curve ball.

I didn't ever think *I'd* be thrown *this* curve ball. And though it is healthy to grieve and cry over the person who no longer wants to be married to me; it's also healthy to stand up and say, "Hey, I have so many things to be glad about!"

So in the grand tradition of Pollyanna-lovers everywhere, my Glad Game begins. :)

-My puppy Ruby is here with me and loves me unconditionally.

-I'm good at taking showers.

-I get to see my parents every day.

-I have the most supportive friends and family (who love and care about me) a girl could ever ask for.

-I just got a pretty sweet gig writing articles for the super, wonderful scrapbook company, Memory Works.

-Merrells are the most comfortable shoes on the planet, and I get to wear them every day.

-My REI fleece pants are super cozy.

-No matter where I go in my hometown, there is always someone to offer a hug.

-My mom makes gluten-free items at her bakery.

-I am five minutes from the Rec Center. (And it has a pool! Yay!)

-Even my online friends love and care about me... more than I ever knew. (Thank you!)

-I have an iPod Touch, and it truly is the coolest thing I've ever seen in my entire life.

-I love that I have all my favorite songs on one playlist.

-Scrapbooking is good therapy.

-I get to coach gymnastics at my "home" gym again. :D

-It's snowing right now.

-I have a very beautiful handbag (Amy Butler fabric)!

-I feel like the world is open to me. I can go anywhere or do anything.

Perhaps, I'll add more, but this was super fun. Do you want to play the Glad Game too?

Awarding.

The Academy Awards.

Hearing the mere words causes my heart to skip a beat. Seriously, I think it's the only thing on television that I simply can NOT miss. I never watch any other award shows. I don't like them. I don't even watch that much television (American Idol [though this is my first year], Ellen DeGeneres... and the occasional House).

It used to be my goal to see as many nominated movies as I could... so I'd be able to enjoy the show more, as well as have an opinion for most categories. And this year... I only saw a few of them. Juno and Ratatouille (which, in my opinion were two of the best movies of the year) included!

I love the montages, the jokes, the mention of Jack Nicholson (always!), the political controversy (always leaning toward the democratic party), and of course, the attire. (Was it just me... or was red the most popular color this year?) And I paid close attention so that I could report my favorites:

Favorite dress: Miley Cyrus (OK, I'm a HUGE Miley Cyrus/Hannah Montana fan, but really... that aside... I really did think her dress was the most beautiful. :) )

Favorite necklace: Jennifer Garner

Favorite earrings: Cameron Diaz (yes, please!)

Worst dress: Rebecca Miller (wife of Daniel Day Lewis... seriously, what was she thinking?! Those rhinestone flowers? Ho.ly.Cow.)

"Should have checked with each other" Award: Katherine Heigl and Anne Hathaway (Sure, Anne has ruffles on hers, but really... that shoulder thing? It's not like it's a popular trend. It's just CRAZY to me how similar the two dresses are!)

Most deserving of an Oscar: Diablo Cody (Juno is seriously the most well-written film I've ever seen. If it was possible to get two Oscars for one category... you know, for going above and beyond... I believe she could have gotten them. Her first screenplay [written in her mid-twenties, no less], gets on Oscar?! She rocks my world.)

"Truly shocked to the core of her being" Award: Tilda Swinton and Marion Cotillard (There's nothing more impressive to me than an actress who is truly humble, thankful and appreciative. I have so much respect for these two actresses.)

There were some great jokes too. And though I was really worried that they were written in 12 days (due to the writer's strike) when they're usually written in several weeks, I was quite impressed and laughed out loud quite a bit.

All in all, a great Oscar show. Can't wait till next year! :D

Recuperating.

I don't have kids... unless you count my 26-year-old husband, who up until a couple months ago, couldn't even pour his own cereal. But I love to cook so I didn't really have a problem with it. I mean, I always thought that if I got really sick... I *would* have a problem.

A few months ago, I came home from work one day, and the toaster was sitting on the counter (it's usually stored in a cupboard). Toaster on the counter could only mean one thing... Jeremy made his own breakfast! I stopped dead in my tracks and tried to come to the realization that Jeremy had, in fact, done something for himself.

"Honey?" With a HUGE grin on my face, "Did you make your own breakfast?! I'm SO proud of you!" I run to him with open arms and squeeze him tightly.

He looked at me sheepishly. "I... uhhh... I scared the puppies..."

Pause.

"I made the smoke alarm go off."

I stare blankly at him. Blink. Blink. I'm speechless.

I try to muster some words. "Uhh... you made the smoke alarm go off?" I peer around him again to see if I missed anything. All I saw was the *toaster* on the counter. Toaster. Smoke alarm. Huh?!

The sheepish look from Jeremy continued. "Well, see, I wanted to make an English Muffin. And I guess... well, I guess you're supposed to put the butter on *after* you take it out of the toaster."

[Enter hysterical laughter from me here.]

And finally... three weeks ago... I got VERY ill. Two ER visits, convulsions, about ten fainting bouts, fever, don't turn the lights on unless you want to be beaten, couldn't even sit on my own and had to pee in a bed-pan-kind-of-sick. Yeah, sick.

My husband finally had to say, "Holy Crap! She's really sick this time! She has to stay in bed for two weeks. And not only do I have to pour my own cereal and make my own toast, but I have to *make* and *bring* her food and Gatorade!"

I am pleased to say he made it through with flying colors! I mean, so what if I lived on bean soup and toast! *He* made them! Well, okay he didn't technically *make* soup. He opened a can of Campbell's Condensed and poured it in a bowl... but still!

So the sickness has ended, and I have quite the independent husband. ;) And even though my entire life, I was thinking, "Why can't somebody take care of *me* when I'm sick?!" when I finally DID get sick enough that somebody had to take care of me... I wanted to scream. Granted, I was too weak to scream... or sit... or open my eyes... but it was so frustrating not to be able to do *anything* because I always do *everything*, that I hated every moment of it, and thank GOD I'm just about back to normal! :D

And it really made me realize how independent I am, and wow, I love that feeling! *sigh* I feel better now.

Tagging.

Tagged by Jaime Lynne Lea. :D

TEN YEARS AGO…
I was in my junior year of high school. I lived in the middle of the National Forest at a Christian retreat center, where my parents worked. It was fabulous. I helped them almost every day after school (if I had time after gymnastics) and on weekends. We got TONS of snow and sometimes so much that we had to leave our car at the entrance of the camp and hike 1/2 mile up to our house. Uh-huh, that was fun...

FIVE THINGS ON MY TO DO LIST TODAY…
1. Get paperwork ready for something I'm working on...
2. Try out a new super-tasty Mexican food recipe. (just finished... it's divine!)
3. Call former gymnast of mine (I babysat for them too, and I'm still really close with their family) because it's her 17th birthday today. :)
4. Put away my new cardstock.
5. Put away laundry (and do dishes if we have time).

THINGS I ENJOY…
being with Jeremy and the puppies
finding new recipes I actually want to make again
scrapbooking
cooking
writing
reading blogs and home/organization/scrapbooking magazines
browsing scrapbooking galleries
rock climbing
looking out my window to see the ocean
making people smile
altering items
shades of blue
new scrapbook paper
ice cream
chocolate chip cookies fresh out of the oven
watching a favorite movie when I haven't seen it in a while
the fact that Jeremy and I have the same birthday
organizing and/or cleaning my house
comfy pants
phone calls from my nieces

THREE BAD HABITS…
1. Being honest (too often)
2. Finger Disease (a term coined by my husband: I rub my middle and pointer fingers together on each hand)
3. Not wiping the kitchen counter as much as Jeremy would like me to...

FIVE PLACES I’VE LIVED…
1. Anaheim, California (Disneyland, yeah!)
2. Pagosa Springs, Colorado (which I miss dearly... can't wait to go home!)
3. Winona, Minnesota
4. Albuquerque, New Mexico (only for one summer)
5. North Kingstown, Rhode Island

FIVE JOBS I’VE HAD... (these are in order of which I liked best... 1 being the best)
1. Gymnastics Coach
2. Disneyland Vacation Planner (being a Cast Member with Disney had the BEST perks!)
3. Production Assistant for a magazine
4. Pet Sitter
5. Revenue and Reservations Manager (for a hotel)

FIVE THINGS PEOPLE DON’T KNOW ABOUT ME…
1. I can hold a handstand for quite a while.
2. I walk with a cane or crutches.
3. I LOVE meeting new scrapper friends. I get all giddy. LOL.
4. I sleep with a teddy bear every night.
5. My husband and I remained virgins until marriage.

OK, so if you're reading this... you do one too! Tagging you! :)

Unveiling.

This has been such a great week (despite the fact that I've been extremely ill)! OK, not only are there the FABULOUS sneak peeks for CHA, but I booked my first "official" Memory Works party (I'm a consultant), AND my first publication came out today. So this LO has never been seen before today.



Yay! Used some wonderful Tinkering Ink, Heidi Swapp, and my beloved white cardstock. :) Aren't my nieces the cutest?! I was published in Ready, Set, Create. Yay. :D I really started this blog so I could do mostly scrapping stuff, but I haven't. I really wanted to wait until my first publication to post my first LO here. So I'll be posting more LOs and how-tos and other projects too now. :D

So... there is another awesome thing even! I know you're thinking to yourself, "Self, how could there possibly be one more amazing thing happening in the life of Reyanna?!" And I'm staying, "Oh, but there is!"

One of my favorite scrappers EVER... the totally awesome and amazing Kelly Goree is going to be in my neck of the woods, and I've signed up for a mini-book class she's teaching. Huzzah! AND she will be attending a crop (or so they tell me), which I signed up for. I signed up hubby too, actually. He'll bring his laptop and do his digi scrapping thing. :D

So yes, a fabulous week indeed. And would you like to know about some of the *wonderful* things I can't wait to get my hands on after CHA?! Well, of course you do! I have great taste! ;)

American Crafts already has some AMAZING stuff, but I'm really looking forward to their new collection called Amplified. Yay. :)

Tinkering Ink has tied with American Crafts as my two new favorite companies (new to me, that is) this last year. And they have completely outdone themselves with their new beauty, Provincial Fare. Navy is one of my FAVORITE shades of my favorite color so I'm totally psyched about this!

There is a new company in the world of scrapbooking, and they're starting off with a BAM! GCD Studios is unveiling TEN new lines! WOW! Can't wait to see these in real life. :)

Another totally fun one is Piggy Tales! I'm excited for their new Cinderella line!

I'll probably be posting more as I see them. Some great stuff this year!

Shopping.

Taking my husband to the grocery store with me is like taking a 5 year old. I suppose that's why I enjoy bringing him along. We don't have a 5 year old so when I get to spend that hour shopping with him, I feel like I do. :) Awww... that's nice.

The foods he contributed to the shopping cart while I wasn't looking:


1. LiveSaver FruitSplosion candies (which he quickly dove into as I put away the groceries)

2. Fritos Honey BBQ Flavor-Twists

3. Sun-Maid Yogurt Raisins

4. English Toffee Cookies

5. Cheese and Peanut Butter Crackers

6. A pound of honey ham (only strange because *I* don't eat ham... he expects to finish off a pound of deli ham in a week?! Wow. Just wow.)

And if you're wondering... no, I don't let him go shopping on his own. That would be quite dangerous!

Funny thing is that I'm so busy putting fruits, veggies and other healthy things in our cart, to even notice him doing these things! So cute. :)

So what did your 5 year old/husband put in the cart while you weren't looking?!

Reveling.

Bad idea: Feeding my dog cucumber at 2:00 am.

Good idea: Teaching her to throw up on the indoor potty.

That's right, folks! All of those, "No, wait, Ruby! Quick! WizDog!" moments, where I noticed she was about to spew on our carpet, and I grabbed her and quickly placed her on the indoor potty (the WizDog) have paid off...

She actually walked over there on her *own* accord and spewed her little tummy contents. My poor little baby for spewing chunks, but what a good little baby she is! :)

*And in my defense, I give her cucumbers on a regular basis. I have no idea what made her get sick. She *does* have acid-reflux though... I'm blaming it on the fact that it's 2am. And if the other dog gets sick, I'll blame it on old cucumbers. (Hey, they looked okay to me!) And the fact that it's 2am, and I'm still awake. Ugh. I hate insomnia...

Singing.

There's something about belting Celine Dion songs that makes you feel just so good. Not that I listen to her that often... never, actually. But when I'm feeling like I am today (heavy on the heart), singing her songs like their mine... just makes me feel so good inside. *sigh* Thank you, Celine. :)

Confusing.

Okay, so there is this house a few doors down from us. They have eleven bird feeders surrounding their back porch/deck. Yes, you read that correctly... *eleven*! (That's right, nothing to do in my life except stand around and count bird feeders.)

So the other day, I'm walking the puppies, and I see the man (who lives in the bird-feeder house) walk out of his house and wave cardboard (wildly, I might add) at the birdies who came to his deck. He's shooing them away and banging the cardboard on the deck... I can only assume he would do this to make enough noise to scare them off. So they all fly away.

I'm up at about 7am every morning walking the pups. And this man? He's doing this *every* morning. Now, I made a 2008 goal to think positive thoughts and make all things that come from me come in a nice and loving manner. But I'm just confused. Isn't it possible that the dozen birds around his house has *something* to do with the fact that he has ELEVEN bird feeders!

It's not like I thought, "Hmm... they have a lot of bird feeders. They must really hate birds!" Quite the contrary. It seems like common sense to me. It's like Field of Dreams style, "If you build [bird feeders], they will come."

Get rid of the bird feeders. Get rid of the birds.

I'm seriously considering leaving a nice, anonymous note on their front door, "If you take down the bird feeders, they will leave." That's nice, right?! :D





*bird drawing by Steve Hearn*

Noting.

Note to self: Don't eat chocolate cake and a candy bar for lunch... EVER.AGAIN.

That's all.

Searching.

You know that phrase, "A good panty is hard to find"? You don't? Oh, right... that's because it's "A good *man* is hard to find." True as that may be, my problem is with the panty. I already have a good man. So my search is on to find the perfect panty.

I mean, even this Roman woman in a mosaic at the Piazza Armerina is saying, "Dude! Romans! What's up with you? Make me some good panties!"

As a child, I didn't care so much. I mean, sure it was "silk-like panties from Target or nothing", but my mom *got* that. She (obviously) knows, also, that a good panty is hard to find. But as a child, I didn't care about what I care about today.

Comfy fabric. Tagless. Wedgie-proof. No panty lines. I mean, isn't that what all women want in a panty? Well, okay, not *all* women, or there would be no imperfect panties out there. And let me tell you... there are *a lot* of imperfect panties.

"Oh, why don't you just wear a thong, Reyanna! Those are *oh so* comfy. Who doesn't like butt-floss?" Uhhh... yeah. HATE.THONGS.WITH.A.PASSION. The woman at Victoria's Secret told me, "Oh, just wear them for a few days. You'll get use to them!"
Uhh... no. Lady, it didn't happen.

Comfy fabric? Usually.
Tagless? You can find them.
Wedgie-proof? Don't kid yourself... something that is perpetually *in* your butt is not wedgie-proof.
Panty lines? Virtually never.

And now I have like $40 worth of thongs in my drawers AND panty lines. Sheesh.

This may have to do with the fact that I was a gymnast. See, gymnasts get wedgies... often. As in, those leotards have set up camp there, and they are not leaving until practice is over! Period. So maybe that's why I don't like thongs. *I* know that little string is not *supposed* to be there. I can feel it. It doesn't matter how long I wear it. It's not pulling a "Violet from The Incredibles" on me and disappearing into thin air. It's like I'm an eternal gymnast (wedgies forever, oh my), except I can't do the cool tricks anymore. OK, maybe *one* cool trick... ;)

So... the search continued... The Hanes Women's BoyChic? (Actually, are much cuter in real life. They look really strange in this picture!) A *great* panty. Found at Walmart for about $5.88 (give or take a few cents) for two pairs.

Comfy fabric? Check!
Tagless? Check!
Wedgie-proof? Check!
Panty lines? Oooh, so close.

They're made of cotton. The downfall. Cotton panties must give panty lines... it's their job.

And even companies who *claim* seamless/no panty lines (read Victoria's Secret $14/pair panties!) fall short. I know. I own the Body by Victoria Hiphuggers... in most colors. Very comfy. Some are tagless. Usualy wedgie-proof... but still... they usually have panty lines. *sigh*

So yesterday, I decided to try the Body by Victoria Boyshort. Yeah, I may as well put on a thong. They're pretty much setting up camp too. See, I read "boy short" as in "shorts that are boy-style." Oh, no, that's what they *want* you to read. But yeah... it really means, "Boy, are they short!" As in, shorter than a regular pair of panties. These are worse than briefs.

Another favorite of mine? Hanes Women's Boxer Briefs. Probably the most comfortable pair of panties *ever*.

Comfy fabric? Check!
Tagless? Check!
Wedgie-proof? Check!
Panty lines? Oooh, again... so close.

Now, Hanes, if you're reading... ditch the cotton and go with a Nylon/Spandex blend. The world of panties will be yours! We know you've been making panties longer than we've been wearing them so please, help us! Our bottoms are anxiously waiting.

And if *you* think you've found the perfect panty, please share with the class! :D

Flying.

So day after tomorrow, we're heading out again. This time to Texas. Weren't we just *on* a plane?! *sigh* I'm not much for flying. All that walking through the airport, and you're thinking, "I just want to get to my gate and sit down!" And then you get on the plane and you're thinking, "I just want to get there so I can stand up!" Tee hee. And I seem to be hungry ALL the time in airports. I think it's the overpriced food... it calls out to you... some sort of subliminal message.

Though, this plane trip won't be as long as the one to California so that's a relief. :) We're spending Thanksgiving with Jeremy's family. I finally get to meet the aunts, uncles and cousins... finally, after five years of marriage. :D

I have seriously been looking forward (for two months!) to warmer weather! 70s and 80s... sun, short sleeves, no jacket, for eight days... ahhhh... it'll be so nice...

Uh-huh. Yeah. Then I decided to check the weather. *sigh* Just.My.Luck. The day we leave? Sunny and 86 degrees. The whole week we're there? Rain. RAIN.RAIN! And temps in the 30s and 40ss. And the day we come home? Sunny and 70 degrees, of course. *laugh* You just have to laugh at that.

San Antonio is punishing me for what I did last time. Yeah, that handstand picture? That's me. I'm doing a handstand at the Alamo. I don't just stand places and take pictures. That's too boring for me. I must do a handstand instead.

And see, you're allowed to take pictures of the Alamo. You're allowed to take a picture of yourself in front of the Alamo. But doing a *handstand* in front of the Alamo? Umm... yeah, not allowed.

And word to the wise, if *you* ever decide to do a handstand at the Alamo... and you're up in the handstand, and you hear a loud whistle, and some big guy yelling... yeah, that would be the security guard, yelling at you to get down and get out! Or so I've heard...