truthfully, i...

...am one of the last Lisa Loeb fans. Hence the title. I like to sing to her songs, I have a tiny girl crush on her, and I wish I had her glasses.
...need to clean my house. Observe clutter in photos.
...sometimes turn on the hand dryer when I leave a restroom that I only went into to primp and therefore had no reason to wash my hands (and didn't)- but I didn't want anyone to think I, you know, went and didn't wash 'em. Wow, that's a little crazy.
...am a little crazy.
...share a birthday with my husband (really). He turns 31 Thursday. Me, 28.
...am not getting Invisilign inspite of my quite imperfect teeth, partly because of how endearing I think Tori Amos' crooked imperfect teeth are.
...am already listening to Christmas jazz music.
...LOOOOOOVE the fall and love fall themed things, like the pumpkin spice latte at S-bucks.

...like to walk through Nieman Marcus because it smells good.
...wish I could wear expensive clothes from Anthropologie, because I think they are walking ART. I feel kind of bad for wanting these expensive clothes; it's against my values, really...but, they are so pretty.
...get older and stupider. Or wiser, in a way, bc I was always this stupid but now I KNOW. Sometimes I think, "what else don't I know?"
...impersonated Cartman to a group of students the other day. They were so surprised I could do it that they almost fell off their chairs.
...am a little embarassed at how gratifying it is to be able to impersonate a South Park character.
...have started downloading tv shows off itunes. The lineup: Sarah Silverman, Weeds, Scrubs. I watch them when I exercise.
...I feel kind of bad for liking to watch Sarah Silverman's show, bc I don't think I'd like her in person...a little too over the top mean...the kind of mean that makes you think you actually could end up youknowwhere just by knowing her.

Let me see that tootsie roll

Labor Day Weekend: Fountain
Labor Day Weekend: Another Fountain
Labor Day Weekend: Fountain AND Preston and Tyler watching B walk away. Keep in mind that I'm behind them, perfectly interesting, snapping this photo...but they don't care, b/c they are all about B. Story of my life, people. (and by people, I mean 3 people...and that's okay!)
Here is Tyler rocking out to ACDC. This boy loves music, and he loves it to be rock. I tried to force Frank Sinatra on him shortly before this photo was taken, and he basically rolled his eyes at me. Here, he is in his true element.

You know, Tyler has always loved guitar. My dad plays guitar like a pro, and he always used to (and still does) play for my brother. Tyler used to scoot himself across the floor to wherever the guitar was, secret giggles bursting out as he approaches his acoustic island. Digging his teeth deeply into the edge of the body of the guitar (yes, my dad let him do this. sacrificial love.), he would reach his hand up and strum the strings, giggling as the sensation of the vibrations moved through his body. He would just sit there and drool over this guitar, just cracking up in contagious laughter. And my dad would let him do this, even though eventually the entire body of his guitar was lined with tooth marks like a nervous kid's number 2 pencil. My dad and T are best buds. One of the hardest thing for all of us was when it was time for Tyler to move to a group home.

Don't worry, we're all fine now. And obviously Tyler and I are fine, b/c we get to rock out to "Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap."

*Also debuting in photo is new-to-me 1950's couch/hide-a-bed I bought on Craigslist. Moving it into the apartment was a serious threat to our marriage, but we made it through...Heavy-ass furniture makes me so mad, not to mention I have a problem with falling into a hysterical fit of laughter for no reason other than that it's a terrible time to laugh.

p.s. Lauren: A Tico breakfast is rice and beans, eggs and black coffee. Sometimes pineapple. Costa Rican's nicknamed themselves "Tico's," apparently b/c in their dialect, they tend to end words with "tico" as a suffix. Can I recall any such words? Uh, no. But that IS what I heard. Costa Rica is a special place, slow and simple life, beautiful and complex surroundings. More biodiversity than anywhere else in the world. And they gave up their army years ago for...education! They have one of the highest literacy rates in the world, although they are far from rich. I think you'd love it there, I really do. Maybe we could be neighbors?

Three Happy Moments

B's aunt and I both glowing b/c we had just eaten breakfast on a table set of a different set/kind of china for each person. People, I don't even like china; this was just fun, though. It throws aside all that I hate about china! Instead of having to have all out annoying perfection, every setting is unique, probably left over from some set somewhere with missing pieces...We each picked the set we liked the most...and ate fresh blueberry pancakes on china, in our pajama's.
Triple spooning. Best Buds. Not posed.
A Tico breakfast. Costa Rican, that is. This is pretty much what I have for breakfast each morning. Mmmmmm. I can't tell you why I like to photograph my food. Oh, and don't judge me for the paper plate. Full dishwasher. I actually really like the earth.