Dad Day

....Also, I am home because this weekend is a two-for-one deal:

Happy Father's Day!

Me and Dad

Casual Dad

Fancy Dad (heeeeeey, yellow tux!)

Fifty is Nifty

I am home in Idaho celebrating my favorite Mom's birthday (...and scanning the entire Pingree family photo archives, get ready for a whole lotta vintage).

Things that are also 50:

The Day the Music Died
Susanna Hoffs
Alaska
John McEnroe
The Japanese 10 yen coin
Barbie
The anniversary of Frank Lloyd Wright's death
Flavor Flav
The Prime Minister of Norway
Perry Farrell
Ben Hur
The Solomon R. Guggenheim Museum in NYC
Disney's Sleeping Beauty
Robert Smith
The HIV virus
Ryan Stiles
The Twilight Zone tv series
Eliot Spitzer
Burl Ives' "Best Supporting Actor" Oscar

This Is Why We're Fat

If you haven't already, please take a few moments to visit one of the best websites ever, www.thisiswhyyourefat.com. This site is a favorite around my office-- we love to crowd around a computer and scroll through the pictures, commenting on which ones are the most revolting and which ones look downright delicious.

This last saturday, I was on my way to the farmers market when I got a series of emails from Natalie. The emails were as follows:

Subject: This is why Em's fat

Subject: This is why Michael is fat

(no subject)

So I responded with my own images of food related debauchery...

Subject: This is why Steven is fat

Subject: This is why I'm fat
sidenote: the Provo Farmer's Market now carries a local version of the Bluth Banana! I prefer mine with milk chocolate and sprinkles

Friday night tivo comes to life...

The magnificent Joel McHale came to SLC this weekend and it was amazing.

I got a shirt with Spaghetti Cat on it (it was a difficult choice between that and "creepy flesh colored beard")
...and then Joel signed the aforementioned shirt (please note the number of Gs in my name)

He also signed this guys Ed Hardy shirt with the phrase "Douche Cape by Joel McHale"

I also met him and got the blurriest picture ever taken. Way to go, designated picture taker...

Dear Readers

I have much to blog about but am too hurt that no one had ANYthing to say about my mummies. That was some of my best material, people. And nothing is more offensive than someone not thinking I'm funny (seriously, I'm hilarious), so in the words of my dear friends Twisted Sister, I'm "not going to take it anymore."