hula hoops and hampster wheels

So I took a vacation day today. I went down to Mankato last night to get Sissy.
On the way back -- we had several miles of orange cones. Dang road construction. We were behind a bus that kept it's turn signal on for 15 miles. So annoying. I'm also starting to think that road rage must be a genetic trait that my sister and I inherrited from our dad.

We arrived home, ordered pizza -- vegged out -- I fell asleep on the couch and then woke up at 2 to crawl off to bed. Very interesting eh?

This morning I woke up at 5. Yes, 5 on a vacation day. And then every hour on the hour thereafter until I gave up at 8. I got ready - took my car in for it's oil change that it gets every 45 days or so.

Came home -- blogged a bit, cause I'm super cool like that.
Ate some cold pizza --super yummerific.
Went to Mama Mia
came home -- blogging again...
and now I'm going out with mom and Sissy to Home Depot -- aka Builders Warehouse - not sure why my mom calls it that -- but she just does.

Another exciting friday night.

I'm sorry but nothing is better than butter. Dave argues that faux butter is better -- but I disagree, butter requires less of it to make things like a hot blueberry muffin or toast to taste yummirific. If I'm left to use a butter alternative -- I use more then am disappointed in the end when it doesn't have the buttery goodness.

Kinda makes me want to watch Kate and Leopold for the Farmer's Bounty commercial.

So it's movie season. This week alone I've been to three!

Step Brothers: Funny if gross things tickle your fancy. I did laugh a lot though, which is always good for those abdominals. The majority of the theatre was filled with 20 year old men, perfect if I was looking for a hunk of burning love for my sister -- but that was not the case -- it was for date night. It was funny though and I'm sure both Dave and my brother who saw it this week also, will be rattleing off quotes until it comes out just in time for Valentines day.

The Dark Knight: I loved it -- I just saw the Batman Begins last week and loved that one a little more, but this one gets the Kristen stamp of approval. Despite Ava's review, I thought that the joker stole the show and Heath Ledger's performance was top notch. I even had a mini nightmare about cutting my cheakers. My only complaint was regarding the IMAX theater which I saw it -- some parts were quite blurry. Hope they get around to fixing that.

Mama Mia: I went today with my sister to see the much anticipated Meryl Streep singing dancing fun show! I loved it, ABBA, Meryl Streep, Dancing and a wedding can't be better than that. I know, I know -- a musical -- but I love them. Dave will be happy that I saw it without him cause he wouldn't have made it through the first number.

Next week: The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants 2 is coming out --and I can't wait!

I remember being little and watching national geographic tv shows with my dad. He was trying to take a saturday afternoon nap and knew that the only way I'd fall asleep is if he made me watch and listen about Elephants and Tigers.

I remember learning how to ride my bike -- I just got my training wheels off and he would jog behind me holding the metal loop of my pink banana seat bike and then how he let go -- and I was doing it by myself and then relized it -- I fell and scraped my knee.

I remember my dad calling me at work at 3:30 in the afternoon almost every day -- telling me what creatures were in the back yard -- or talking about the cake he just made. Then arriving home at 6 or so -- he wanted me to help him frost it and then eat it before dinner and give him my official thumbs up for approval.

I remember when I would be sad over a tramatic junior high or highschool relationship ending in turmoil and how he would offer to go over and talk to him and or beat him up.

I remember how in every year book he would write compliments of the chef. And I'm overwhelmed at see his handwriting on a scratch of paper.

I'm finding it harder now to remember his exact voice. But I can hear him from time to time crystal clear.

I remember fishing and working in the garden with him -- digging for worms, not afraid of leeches or nightcrawlers.

I remember once we left early in the morning to go fishing and we stopped somewhere to get breakfast and I wanted a California burger -- and the waitress said they weren't serving lunch but my dad asked her if they would be able to make french fries and serve them with pancakes.

I remeber learning how to mow the yard, and then him shaking his head when I finished and it looked like a drunken kangaroo was in charge of the yard.

Things I don't remember -- I don't remember the last time we hugged or said I love you- instead we spoke through the cats -- Riley Roo loves you dad -- Maxwell loves you Kristen.