A few slightly unconventional thoughts on Bigfoot.

Here's another post for Caitlin.




A couple of things come to mind as I look at this picture. First, is it just me, or does Bigfoot look like he belongs on the sex offender registry? Although this sighting was in Jackson, I suppose enforcing his requirement to register would be something of a problem. He'd be required to register in the county in which he was a resident, but where is that really? A few sightings here and there would never be enough to establish residency. Caitlin seems to have some sort of bond with him (not in that way), maybe she could provide some insight. I think I'm going to call for some congressional hearings on this issue. Those idiots have hearings on every other non-issue, so why not this one?

Second, have you ever wondered whether Bigfoot has nipples? Apparently, this can no longer even be questioned. Either the store we were in was really cold, or Bigfoot is a freak in more ways than one (click on the picture for an "enlarged to show texture view," you won't regret it until you're trying to sleep tonight). If his chest hair was a little bit longer I imagine he would be required to have a concealed carry permit for those bad boys. Lucky for him, they are in plain sight, so he avoids another potential buearocratic pitfall.

I am a guitar hero

This is a little video of me on my first attempt at playing Guitar Hero 3. Maybe with a little practice, I can at least become respectable at it.



Eat it, Caitlin!

Ok, maybe that wasn't me...that looks ridiculously hard.

Dinner at the Smith's

Okay, I know what you're thinking ," What the devil has she cooked up this time" Well, this is Honey glazed Turkey. I guess you could say that I chose to "blacken" it. Josh came home for lunch and held my hand through the process of rinsing and covering the turkey with a bunch of seasoning, (which smelled and looked like dirt to me). I had to put my hand in the cavity of this creature, you know- and touch bone. Luckily, Josh lit the grill for me so I wouldn't burn my face off trying to light it. Then, we put some mesquite chips in the grill and things were going fine for the first hour. I added a head full of honey from the little honey bear jar and then 1 1/2 hours later, after my nap, I checked this beast of a bird and it was charred. The recipe said that the honey would turn a dark brown, but this was ridiculous! I wonder how long that timer was going off for before I got up from my nap. No, I'm sure I heard it the first time. Anyway, after bringing it inside, and peeling off the black honey glaze. I tried this poor turkey and it was actually quite good. It didn't taste like honey, but it was still quite good. Anyway, Josh, if you're reading this blog post at work, maybe you should bring some pizza home for dinner...


P.S. This is another picture that is indicative of "Dinner at the Smith's " when Mom has a meeting and is not home to enforce the "bib wearing" rule, or "hair out of the face while eating spaghetti" rule.

Outing in Jackson

This morning, Josh invited us up to Jackson while he was working up there. Naturally, I accepted the invite to go. I have been wanting to go to Jackson all summer. Whitney was excited to go too, although, she thought we were going to see her cousin Jackson. Even while we were there, she kept asking to see Jackson, but no amount of explaining was going to get it through to her that her cousin did not live there and that this Jackson was a town. Needless to say, she was a little let down by the trip. Anyway, we dropped Josh off at the courthouse and went first to the creepy animal mount shop. It's a fun shop, although, Whitney wasn't that impressed.I should have got a picture of the Big Foot they have there. Sorry these pictures aren't that great, I had my camera on the wrong setting. Then, after that, Whitney was getting hungry, yelling "restaurant,restaurant" continuously. I had the hardest time finding an eating establishment that was kid friendly. You'd be suprised how many Bars are open at 10 in the morning here. Finally, we reached a little deli and bought a cookie the size of her head, which she refused to share. We then went to the park there in the middle of town where I just watched Whitney eat her cookie...apparently sharing is only appropriate when it's ME sharing with HER- not the other way around. Josh was done in less than an hour so we did a little more shopping in JH and had some New York Subs. It was the best sandwich in America, in my opinion. (the Chicken Turkey Club from Arby's is also amazing- I know you don't believe me- just try it). I know this doesn't sound like it was very fun, but for a stay at home mom in the stix, this was the highlight of my week- besides the time Whitney actually sat on the toilet for more than 5 seconds without whining. Potty training is SO MUCH FUN!!! Okay that's enough of my ramblings. Oh wait, one more thing you don't care about. This is a picture of me at 23 weeks. "Why do I care", you ask? You Don't. This is more of a journal item for me:)Yes, I a have busted out the maternity jeans. Gotta love the stretchy pants.