What happens when grandma comes over???

Take a close look at these pictures and what you'll realize is that when grandma coves over, ANYTHING goes.

The Big 4-0!

Forty years ago today, my sister came into this world with a bang! Actually, I'm not really sure if there was a bang or not, but I do know that nine years later, when I came into the world, I was welcomed with open arms by her and have pretty much been held there ever since. It's sort of like my sister was a pre-emptive birthday present for me, and I've never stopped appreciating her. Lisa, you have always been more than you ever needed to be. Your unconditional love, your unwavering support, your grace and integrity and strength and perseverance have not been lost on me. I love you more than words can say, and on this day I say HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! May your next 40 (and then the next 40 after that), be as fruitful as the first (Yes, I said fruitful). I love you!!!

The proof is in the pudding...or the display board.

My entire future lies in the hands of this binder...

...and this display board.

Yes, that's right, my ENTIRE FUTURE!!! It doesn't matter that I have spent the last five years dedicated to "perfecting" my teaching craft by attending workshops and conferences, lesson planning until I can't even see straight, volunteering to chaperone dances, and most importantly of all, genuinely loving my students. No, unless my fabulous display board and binder full of crap can prove I am indeed capable of doing my job, I may not get my professional teaching certificate and I may be back to my high school days of flipping burgers and pouring ice cream at the local Dairy Queen. Sometimes I wonder about the ways of the world, but all in all, I am feeling pretty confident that on Monday, all will be approved and I will be done with this process. I just have to say, if my display board isn't given some sort of ribbon for at least participating, I am filing a complaint.

If only we had met in the 50s...

...then we probably would have looked a little something like this! I can just picture us now...I would be walking down the halls of my high school, my books held close to my chest (so as not to reveal my bodacious ta-tas), and my poodle skirt swinging around my ankles. And there Trevor would be, waiting for me at my locker, his letterman jacket slung over his shoulder and his hair slicked back with pomade. Ahhhhhh...I can see us now! Don't you think we totally would have been named Homecoming King and Queen?

So, all you have to do is go to www.yearbookyourself.com, upload a picture of yourself, and have at it. It is a guaranteed half-hour of laughing so loud you will probably come way too close to peeing your pants. And then, of course, you'll stare at your picture for way too long because you look so much like your mother - or as in Trevor's case, so much like your grandfather - that you simply can't stop looking. Unbelievable...and way too much fun!

Some pictures should never be made public...

...but then again, who am I to make that decision? So, here it is, the picture that should have remained hidden inside the depths of our computer:

Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh...memories! We headed over to Pullman last weekend to visit my dad as well as a few friends, and to watch the Cougs get spanked by USC. What a spanking it was. It actually ended up being the biggest spanking the Cougs have ever received in their entire football history, and we, of course, were there to witness it. As we were walking to the stadium, we were approached by a couple of "Coach of the Year" representatives who handed us each a rally rag and then snapped this picture. I must say, Pullman in the fall makes my heart sing, and while Trevor is not technically a Coug, at least he married one. Go Cougs!!!!

Halloween Preparations

We just laughed our asses off.

Here is why...

God help our future children.

Fall Festivities...

I don't know where September has gone. With the start of the school year, life has seemed like a blur. It's been a good blur, but a blur nonetheless. Here are some of our highlights...

We were able to enjoy the annual Sausage Fest, which we look forward to every year. Along with my mom, Tony, Melanie and the kids, we ate way too much food and then partook in a riveting round of kid games. Our suckers from the Lollipop Tree were truly enjoyed.

We then were visited by Nate and Maya, who came all the way from Saint John, Virgin Islands to visit family and friends in the Northwest. Because we qualify as friends, we were lucky enough to be included in their grand tour. We enjoyed showing them around a couple of our local wineries.
Then it was off to Seattle, where I got to spend some fantastic cuddle time with Wyatt. I love him.
We also were able to catch one of Ana's soccer games, and let me just say for the record, it is quite apparent she has inherited the athletic genes. You know, the genes that decided to skip over me. She scored four goals and knocked down every five-year-old in sight. We were definitely a proud aunt and uncle.
And, of course, we celebrated her 6th birthday. 6!!!! Unbelievable! It seems like only yesterday...
So there you have it...September in a nut shell. It's no wonder fall is always my favorite time of year.