Giveaway! Yay!

Ok so I have decided to do a giveaway.  The prize?  Pac-man magnets made by moi.

They are made from perler beads and are very sturdy.  I used the strong magnets so they aren't those lame ones that won't even hold up a piece of paper.

The deadline to win is Sunday 8/22/2010 at 11pm Pacific Standard Time.

There are a few rules.  Only one entry per person.  The winner will be drawn at random.

To win just leave a comment.**See below for more rules.

How long do you think is too long for installing a printer/scanner?  I didn't have the installation cd so bear that in mind.  And please don't say something like "15 minutes" because that would make me sad.

I did finally install my printer/scanner and I got to scan one of my favorite photos of Jasmine and Mikey.

I didn't clean the glass or even dust off the photo, but after FIFTEEN WHOLE MINUTES of installing I didn't feel like scanning any more photos.


**Also in order to win I will need some way to contact you.  If you have a blogger account just go into your blogger profile ("edit profile" on your dashboard) and click the "show my email address" box.

That way I will be able to email you if you have won.  If not, just check back on Monday 8/23/2010 and I will announce the winner and tell you how to contact me.  Please make sure you leave your name as anonymous comments will not have a chance to win.  As soon as I am able to contact you and obtain your mailing address I will ship your "major award."

Unsafe at any speed.

Katie was in a car accident.  She is fine and the lady who she pulled out in front of is fine too.  I feel really bad for her because I know exactly how she feels.  I took a left turn right in front of somebody too when I was 17.  It is the worst feeling ever.

Luckily for Katie she has a very sympathetic family.  As of yesterday every member of my family has been in a car accident that was our fault and totaled at least one car (in my case it was two.)  It's weird because I wouldn't consider anybody in my family a bad driver (although the people we got into accidents with might disagree.)

After my first accident every adult child had already been in an accident and my mom made each of us a framed certificate and gave them to us for Christmas (my accident was on 12/3/1998.)  There is a picture of a tow truck on it and it says "The Williams Family.  Established 1973.  Our Motto: Unsafe at any Speed."

My mother was really hoping her baby would avoid the Williams family fate.  Unfortunately my father's bad luck with cars was genetically engineered into his children.  And so here it is the day after the accident.  A family made whole with mangled cars in our wake.

So here is a warning to the good people of Portland, Vancouver and Wilsonville.  We are out there.  We are driving in your neighbors, on your streets, in your school zones.  I suggest you drive defensively because heaven knows, we aren't. 

You have been warned.

Thrift Store Finds

I went thrift storing a few days ago with my folks and found this:

Are you jealous yet?

How about now?

It's crazy old and never been used.  It was six bucks which is really expensive for me, especially for something like this, but my clos-i is not tidy and I couldn't resist.  My clos-i is actually like this:

This is my hall closet and it is completely unusable and it drives me mad inside my head.  I just shove the vacuum in and I have all these coats that I never wear and I really just hated this closet.

Until... Wait for it.

The CLOS-I-TIDY!

Much better.  Best six bucks ever spent.  I moved all the coats into the spare room closet.  It's so weird.  When I first moved in I thought I had so much closet space, but now that all the closets are full of junk I'm convinced this place has the worst closet space possible.

My spare room is driving me crazy right now.  With the exception of my desk, there is no order in this room and I basically have it laid out the same as the day I moved the furniture in.  I did buy a new table for the tv I'm putting in there.

I tried to really zoom in, but you can still kind of see the disorder that is this room.  I think I'm going to make it my project this weekend.  Make it look nice in case someone wants to visit me.  The table above was $7.50.  It was half price day at Salvation Army.  Oh yeah.

I also got this cool hamper.

And this teapot I thought was cute and now kind of hate.

Well, I don't know.  It's still kind of cute.  We shall see how it pours.  Don't you hate those teapot that you go to pour and it shoots boiling hot tea 8 inches out.  Don't people test those pour spouts before they send them out?  If it pours funny it is going right in the trash.  That's right teapot.  You have been warned.

The television is calling to me so...  you know.  Smell ya later.

Clark County Fair 2010

Annual trip to the Clark County Fair was yesterday.  I always have a good time and then a miserable time and then a good time again there.  It's the three stages of fair.  You know, like the stages of grief, only not so depressing and nobody has to die.

Alright, nearly all my photos are of the kids.  What can I say?  They are cute and they will always smile when I ask them to.

The theme this year was Aliens and it was pretty cute.  We went to the alien haunted house which was a lot like last year except there were aliens instead of like skeletons and stuff.  Right near the end of the house there was an EXIT and instead of continuing through the complete blackness we decided to just hop out there.  One of the alien workers said in a creepy (and I'm assuming alien tongue) "Thaaat's an exiiiit."  It was hilarious.  Not only are aliens scary, they are very helpful.  And they let you take photos with them.

Then the kids got their faces painted.

Mikey got Mario

 and Jazzy got a cat.

And then I made them take a photo with this lady.

Why do they never look into the camera?

I love the part of the fair where everybody's stuff is judged.  They have the weirdest categories for stuff.  They have the creepy dolls that look just like babies.

Barbie dolls having tea.

A complete Chinese restaurant in a box.

And my dad made entirely out of Legos.

My brother-in-law likes the home show stuff.  I hate it.  It's just people trying to get my phone number and make me buy hot tubs or sign up for cable television.  I find it very uncomfortable.  I don't like doing it.  It makes me feel like this:

This is the miserable part of the day.  But have no fear!  Things got better.

We had to pull Ken away from some guy trying to sell him something so he could be Papa Worm.

Last year I took a picture of the kids with a cow.  I did the same thing this year.  Last years photo:

This years photo:

Cow got smaller.  Mikey's shirt stayed the same.  What can I say?  He likes making tye dye shirts with his aunt Susie.

And here is the one photo I am in.

Why am I the only one looking at the camera?!  And I have major Fair Hair.  Fair Hair is when you spend the night at your sister's house the day before the fair and then after your morning shower you neither blow dry or straighten.  I think it's just a fad, it won't catch on.

Stay tuned for tomorrow's post.  "Thrift store finds."  It's sure to be riveting.

...There'd be happiness that no man could end...

I went to a concert Sunday.  It was at the zoo and it was hot and in full sun, but it was also totally fun.  Jacquie and I had too much wine, but thank goodness for Kim and Dave who drove us home.  Although in my own defense I was never suppose to drive anybody home.  I was designated for nothing.  Actually I think I was the designated wine drinker.  And I fulfilled my end of the bargain fo sho.
Kim and Jacquie said I can't use any photos of them that don't look good.  So there will be no photos of them. Ha!  Just joking!!

Why am I always flaring my nostrils in photos.  Do I do that in a real life?  Gosh, I hope not.

I'm looking at a weather report and it says the high temperature on Sunday was 90 degrees (I just typed digress, huh) and that is probably about what it was.  But it seemed a little hotter when you are sitting in the sun for two hours waiting for the concert to start.  Luckily none of us got any sun burns.

It was a surprisingly small lawn.  With a surprisingly large amount of people sprawled across it.

The opening act was Gin Wigmore (or something very close to that.)  I liked her, her voice sounded a lot like Juliette and the Licks and I've always loved Juliette Lewis.  Gin also played the ukulele and who doesn't enjoy that?

And then Jamie played.  That's who we went to see Jamie Cullum.  I'm not a very big fan.  Especially since I never heard any of his music until about a month ago, but there are a few songs that I really like.  One of them being "If I Ruled the World."  And he played it!  Woot!

It was a really fun time.

And I almost didn't go because I had lost my original ticket.  Oh gosh, I hate talking about this.  And then I had to buy a brand new ticket because Ticketmaster is a service brought to you by the devil himself.  But I'm so glad I sucked it up and bought a new ticket because it was super fun.

I don't have a picture of myself.  Well I do have pictures of myself just not at this concert.  Let's take a little trip to the land of make believe.

Here I am at the zoo concert.  They just put in an ocean!  Can you believe it?!!

Samson your hair, glistening like sun, oh would that it were mine...

I got a haircut!  I know it was about time.  My hair was getting really long and annoying.  I had started just always wearing it up or braided so I figured it was time for a change.  I usually go to a hairdresser that is really close to my house.  I always have the same lady and she isn't very nice and the cut costs forty bucks.  I don't know why I kept going there.  Wait, yes I do.  It was close to home.  And I would have gone there again except they are closed on Sundays and Mondays and those are my days off.

Katie always goes to this other place with my sister Christy.  It's called Bishops and she really likes them.  And now so do I.  Here are some unflattering before shots:

I'm wearing too much face powder.  Katie has her eyes closed.  Man, that is a good before shot.  It was pretty hot yesterday afternoon and as we are pulling into the parking lot at the hair salon I say to Katie, "I hope I don't have to shake hands with anyone because my hands are pretty sweaty."  Katie says, "Why would you have to shake hands with anyone."  I figured she was right, why would I?

We walk in and sign our names on a board and one minute later my hairdresser walks over and says, "Susan?"  I stand up and he holds out his hand and says, "Hi, my name is Blah."  Yeah, I don't remember what his name was.  Not because my hands were sweaty, but because I'm really bad about people introducing themselves to me.

I loved Blah.  We talked the whole time about Project Runway and ANTP.  I think he expected me to be afraid about cutting my hair, but I never am.  Maybe it's because the Williams women grow hair really fast.  Maybe it's because I hacked all my hair off when I was sixteen and I didn't die.  Maybe it's because I watch ANTP and every time they do the make-overs some snotty girl cries and it makes me mad inside my head.

Blah said his favorite thing was cutting off lots of hair.  Yay for him, I guess.  It took forever though and Katie came over after her haircut and we all chatted about Katie going to ComicCon and craft festivals and bodysuits.  So yeah, go see Blah at Bishops, he's cool.  Here's some after shots:

You like that facebook shot of me?  Ugh, I hate when girls do that, but I totally see why.  Look how cute I am!!

Anyway, we get in the car after our hair cut on the way to Sushi and Katie asks, "Did you have to shake hands with Blah?"  Apparently she shook hands with her lady hairdresser too.  Told you.  It's the curse of sweaty hands.

If you hands are wet

You can surely bet

you'll be shaking hands

with Blah and Yvette.

Actually Katie's hairdresser's name was Annie.  I remember because Katie wrote her name down when she signed in as her preferred hairdresser.  I left mine blank because I didn't care.  If I see the name written down I will remember because I will have a visual memory to look back on.  Verbal doesn't do the trick.

Look who came to visit yesterday morning:

He looks scary in that photo like he is hissing, but he is just meowing.

Gosh, as if you don't get enough photos of Cinnamon on Katie's blog.

Burn the land and boil the sea.

Will someone turn the heat down?  My hands are sweaty and it's hard to write my blog.

I haven't figured out a way to get the cool air from the air conditioned room into my spare room where my computer is.  I was going to take a photo of the current system, but my bedroom looks like a bomb exploded in there.  IT'S TOO HOT TO CLEAN!

Great!  Now the backs of my knees are getting sweaty.  We better make this quick.

It's July.  My favorite picture is on the calender.  It's shows a piglet diving into a lake while a duck wrapped in a towel watches from the shore.

I started a new craft project.  I wanted to start making some more things for mom's shop so they would be ready for Christmas shoppers.  They are potholders.  I know!  Potholders?  Sheesh.  Haven't I made enough of those yet?  But these are different and cool and I'm hoping they sell.

Oh and I want to say one thing about this Mel Gibson stuff.  Everybody is all shocked and appalled by him and HELLO! he did the same thing five years ago when I originally started boycotting him (give or take, it's too hot to look up facts.)  I have not knowingly watched a movie that Mel Gibson has been a part of for five years.  Everybody always makes fun of my boycotting things, but if we all banded together things might actually change.  If everybody canceled their cable tomorrow, you can bet your bottom dollar prices would come way down.  But the fact remains that no one but me and Katie are willing to go without cable.  Although she hasn't boycotted Mel Gibson one bit.  Kept trying to talk me into seeing that Apocalypto movie.  And NO, I HAVEN'T SEEN AVATAR BECAUSE I'M BOYCOTTING JAMES CAMERON FOR BEING A NOT VERY NICE PERSON.

Alright, I'm off.  I'll leave you with this so you don't think I've gone mad.

The duck:

 The pig:

The big picture: