Dance Party!

Just in case any of you were wondering how Bleier and I spend our nights while Tim's away, I'm going to let you in on the secret. We're currently holding a dance party to our very own Journey Sing-A-Long time. AND to honor the great band that coined that phrase, we're dancing to Journey songs sung by none other than The Velcroe Pygmies. Be jealous. Or have your own dance party. Either one.

Oh wow

We're the green pin. Winds so strong, Bleier can't walk straight. Praying for the families on the coast.

Dum, dum, dum, DUUUMMMM....

YONANAS. This is the only thing I want for Christmas. If I had a sweet, wonderful, loving, amazing, handsome, husband OH WAIT!! I do!!! Ahem... AHEM!!!!! Tiiiimmoooottthhhyyyyyyy..... I mean come on! It turns fruit into ice cream with just fruit! You can't deny me my own personal magic right? Riiigghhhttt???? (enter sweet, smiling, angelic face here)

Oh, oh, it's MAGIC. You knooow...

Guess what that is... I'll tell ya. It's 8 shirts and 4 pair of pants, my first ever Space Bag, AND -I'm convinced- magic. Why have I never used these before?!

IT'S ABOUT FLIPPN TIME!

Looky Looky at what I'm watching! :) So glad football came back to visit me. It's been so long since I've watched a sport that's not baseball, I almost forgot what it was like...

Greek

Dale: I'll point you to Matthew where it tells us a sign of the end times is Satan impersonating an angel of light. So... It's up to you Rusty. What do you want to be? Satan? Or an angel of light? --- Rusty: Whatever gets me served in Myrtle Beach, Dale. --- Dale: Well, that'd be Satan. Satan lives in Myrtle Beach.

Playtime!

I think she wants to play... TIM!