Dancing Bear

I am amazed at how fast time goes by lately!

Little Miss Kara turns 3 this month.

She started dance classes and it might be the cutest thing ever.

She loves loves loves it and wants to dance all the time now.

Also, loves to wear her tap shoes and her "pantie shirt".

If I Were a Man

So you know how I like sports and drinking beer and the other “what have yous” that some people have a problem believing since the other half of me is so utterly girly?
Well naturally, one would think that if LL were actually a man named “Lance”* she/he would be the “ladies man, man’s man, man around town” type.*
But I’m here to tell you that’s not how I see my man self at all.
Actually, If I were a man... I’d totally be gay.
Why?
Because I would want to marry this man: Jeff Lewis. (OH just realized, I’d still be LL!)

Jeff is the star of a BRAVO reality show called “Flipping Out”.
And while some people think he is an arrogant, uptight jerk…I find him to be absolutely FABULOUS.
Last night, NE and I gathered on the couch with Sangria & chocolate candy corn to watch the season premiere that I have been waiting almost a whole year for.
10 months to be exact.
It/He was everything I had hoped for:
OCD in full effect.
Tantrums reminiscent of a 4 year old adult.
Random thoughts of a perfectionist.
Stressed out phone calls that make you feel sorry for the person on the other end.
And, beautiful homes.

Here is an example of some of his work:

I would die to live with him.
His homes are amazing.
Although, I don’t think he would appreciate the fact that I leave my dirty clothes on the floor, squeeze toothpaste from the middle and there are always make-up remnants on the bathroom countertop.
I could change for him though, I promise.

Can you imagine how perfect the gay wedding would be?!






*I actually googled “L names for boys” to come up with an L name I enjoyed for myself. Is it weird that these were some of my options: Langford, Langhorne and Largo?
*that’s stolen from a super cute Renee Z. movie called “Down With Love”. I recommend it for a rainy Sunday afternoon with a bottle of wine. That’s right, bottle.

Power House's Guide to Dating

This weekend, all three single members of the Power House were reflecting on our recent dating disasters.

Being three intelligent, independent and attractive females:
We find it to be a mystery that such greatness can attract such awfulness.

The following is the list of ACTUAL men the three of us have dated (in no particular order).

Can you PLEASE:
Not be unemployed
Not have a secret fiancé
Not sleep with my roommate
Not have a pregnant girlfriend
Not be on probabtion for “domestic violence”
Not be actively in the military with a chance of deployment
Not dump me because “It's hunting season, babe”
Not get up to get me a glass of water, and then never come back
Not have to use a fake id to get into bars
Not use the city bus/light rail/mom as your only means of transportation
Not stand me up on Valentine's Day
Not be my co-worker
Not only call me when you are drunk
Not have to make me blow into a “blow box” to start your car for you
Not play “baseball” for a living
Not have another chick’s stuff in your bathroom when I come over
Not introduce me to your secret 14 year old daughter when I show up in my bikini and stilettos
Not have a back so hairy it scares small children at the pool
Not have a toilet dirtier than the Circle K
Not have a live in "ex-gf"
Not make me say "it did a good job" before I am allowed to leave for the night
Not have a barb wire tattoo (around ANY part of your anatomy)
Not be dodging the repo guy
Not hate football simply because you know I love it
Not fart while you are in my delivery room
Not have a superman shirt and/or tattoo
Not videotape us having sex without me knowing
Not have softer hands than I do
Not have nicer eyebrows than I do
Not shop at K-Momo (or any store reminiscent to)
Not accidently forget your wallet every time we go to dinner

This post is dedicated to the POWER HOUSE!
Here’s to at least a few more disgusting dating experiences before we find the super lucky & ultimately perfect man to hang on to us.

From the Octagon

So today my good friend Mike* came by office.

I think I handled myself pretty well.

It reminded me of the first time I met him and totally lost my shit.

I love embarrassing myself!

Anywho,

I found (searched for) this pic of us today.

It's pretty old school and I look a mess but whatev.

*Mike Goldberg (announcer for the UFC) is actually more of my boss' good friend, but I get hugs when he visits so it's all the same.

I also found this old photo of my nephew when I was searching and I just think it's funny.

Flagstaff

Flag was so much fun this weekend!

A shit show as promised, but still fun.

Thanks JenBabe for sitting in the dirt with me, listening to me complain about ant bites, agreeing with me when I think people are annoying for no real reason, letting me pick the lunch spot, taking me out on the down, getting me drunk, reminding me of altitude/bad decision factor and for letting me sleep over!

Here are a couple pics from the trip:

(I know, my photo shop/arrow drawing skills are amazing!)

The Most Wonderful Time of the Year

We are literally days away from the start of the 2010 season.

This weekend I will be making a little trip to visit my boys (and JENBABE) in Flagstaff.

I've been warned it may be a bit of a "shit show" but I've packed accordingly.

• Anti anxiety meds (for the obvious reasons)
• Sneakers (in case I need to run after, or away, from someone)
• Red Cardigan (it may be a chilly 85 degrees I read)
• Backpack
• My giant purse (so Jen can sneak us her infamous mini bottles)
• Camera (for the other obvious reasons)

I can't wait!
I've already been reminded if the screaming incident and the SB incidents of 08.

So:

"I, LL, do hear by make a promise that I will not scream at, attempt to touch or make any impromtu Heisman trophy references at Matt Leinart".

Kurt may be free game though.

And speaking of my 2 favorite QB's, I'm really glad Matty decided to "dress to impress" on the first day of training.

Yes. His shirt says "CRUNK".

I knew I loved him for a reason!

Apparently...

I have a thing for men in tights.

And my hair has a thing for humidity.