one more thing.

me -- obsessed? no... never.

have a great thanksgiving tomorrow!

6 feet!

ok... I know the picture is crappy. it was a stressful moment. I mean, come on, Gwyneth Paltrow and I are practically IDENTICAL -- I was sure he was going to make a move.

also... I am having one of those days. YOU KNOW... THOSE DAYS: the kind where only Juice Newton and cheetos can cheer you up.

selfish.

I put this clip on here for myself. (I plan on watching it everyday for the rest of my life.) oh, you can watch it too if you want. (you want, believe me: you want!)

COLDPLAY was beyond PHENOMENAL. hands down the best concert of my life. and yes this clip is from the Salt Lake City show -- last night -- in which we were in attendance. Andrew said it's the best birthday present he has ever gotten. I would have to agree.

if I could figure out how to download pictures from my cell phone I would be able to show you that at one point I was 6 feet from Chris Martin. 6 FEET. I am pretty sure he winked at me. holy dang smokes... IT WAS INCREDIBLE.

6 months of absolute delight.

the cutest little dancer EVER...

just had to capture those legs. OH HOW WE LOVE THOSE LEGS!!!!

you rock our world Paigers!!!

oh, what a Halloween.

Hannah Montana, Paigey Penguin, and Clone Trooper Rex showing their stuff... Halloween style.

It was a crazy day, to say the least... Clone Trooper Rex got tackled at recess and ended up with a broken collar bone. Yeah, that part wasn't (and still isn't) too fun.

Oh -- and a BIG BLOG thank-you to my new friend Kristin (old friend Smitty's wife) for taking care of Hannah Montana and getting her to school so that I could get Clone Trooper Rex to the doctor. THANK YOU KRISTIN!!!

p.s. Isn't that Hannah Montana wig out of control?

disappointed.

I bought chocolate covered cinnamon bears earlier today.

I saved them all day until the perfect moment to savor them.

I have just now partaken while watching David Cook on SNL.

AND THEY ARE TERRIBLE. Not even CINNAMONEY* at ALL.

Talk about a let down.

I bought 2 huge containers of them... now what? Can I return them ... "HI... UM.... THESE WERE NOT CINNAMONEY!"

Just to be clear: the cinnamon bears were a let down. NOT David.

Oh and just wait until you hear about our Halloween.

*Not a word but should be.

we were meant to be.

***a modern-day, true love story... seriously!***

disclaimer: if all things mushy and ooey-gooey aren't "your thing" then please by all means skip this post.

it all started on a cool, crisp September evening. it was a casual trip into Target. nothing in particular to buy... just browsing. isn't that how you're supposed to shop Target... just ewwww and awwww over the "fun-ness" and occasionally buy the "fun-ness" ? ...

at first glance, I wasn't so sure. "it's different! too different?"

then I saw the price tag. the CLEARANCE price tag. 50% off! oh my! $80 down to $40. oh my!!!

I consulted my partner in crime. (mother.) oh yes! she likes! the color is different.

I buy it. my heart flutters with excitement. i hope my new treasure looks lovely somewhere in my house. somewhere... there must be somewhere!

the days pass. the weeks go on. treasure still has no home. no where to look pretty. no where fitting for such a find.

sigh. I guess it's back to Target you go.

upon it's return, the Target lady says "wow! it's now marked down to $19.99!"

"WHAT?" panic. panic. panic. 75% off!?? I HAVE to HAVE it. at 75% off. HAVE TO.

"Can I buy it back?"

"NO." She says. "You have to wait for it to go back on the floor."

"Seriously lady?" (I thought. I should have said.)

Instead I walked away.

And stalked those 2 aisles of the store for the remainder of our Target visit.

no sign of my 75% off treasure.

but no worries, I will come back in the morning. first thing in the morning. never mind the 20 minute drive. I'll be back.

my first thing in the morning turned into 10:00. oh crep. fat chance treasure is still there... but I gotta try. I've GOT TO TRY.

I arrive at the aisle. no sign of my treasure. I casually skim the end caps of all surrounding aisles. no sign.

it's gone. someone else grabbed your 75% off beautiful self and they are happy and I am not!

I give it one last shot. one last thorough look. it is no where to be found... it is really, really not there.

as I exit the aisle, ready to accept my defeat, I see a Target boy headed my way.

and in a magical turn of events: GUESS WHAT HE IS HOLDING?

I proceed to watch him try to find a spot for the treasure. he can't find others (there are no others.) he is baffled as to where it belongs.

I want to shout "It's MINE!!! ALL MINE." and then of course, let out a wicked, evil laugh.

Instead, I play it cool. "Excuse me: Can I take a peak at that?"

"Oh! I like it!"

"I think I'll take it!"

He says "Really?" (It's too different for you Target boy? you don't like the color, do you?)

My heart is beating so fast I swear it's going to jump out of my chest.

Can you BELIEVE THAT TIMING? A moment sooner or a moment later and it would not have ended this way. See... we were MEANT to be.

Just at 75% off. Not 50% off.

Now back to the drawing board: where to put you? for 75% off, I am sure I will find the PERFECT spot.


this picture does NOT do the color justice... think vibrant yellowish/greenish (sort of a pea green? ewwwww... oh crep?!)