Splash Mountain is deceitful!

I'm going to go ahead and show you that I'm not always perfect.

That I don't always have it all together... cause I KNOW that is how you think about me.

That Splash Mountain RIde is deceitful... and I don't know how I feel about that, being that it was at Disneyland.

You start off and everything is happy and makes you feel all warm inside. Then as you progress further into the ride the music gets creepier and the atmosphere gets darker... it's not fun anymore... no MR. NICE BEAR and RABBIT.  TOTALLY DECEITFUL!!!

Then you hit your first Drop... not the BIG one... but a medium size one... and if you are sitting inside the first 3 seats... and have a 6'4" 260 pound mostly-muscle-retired-college football player behind you adding more weight to the boat.  You'll get DRENCHED! 

Then you hit the BIG KAHUNA!!! I'm not gonna lie... it scared me.  My poor little girl!

OH!  And make sure you wear shorts that don't dry and look like you have peed your pants.

Just saying.


OH! and also OPEN your eyes on the drop or you'll look like a goof ball for your INFAMOUS picture! :)

Bet you don't know which one is me!!!  Love ya guys... hope your weekend was FUN!

One hair cut is NOT like the others...

I want to blame my kids sense of humor... his quirky, ridiculous, need-to-make-people-laugh sense of humor on my husband.

But that TOTALLY comes from me.

DCar has had his cousins down here this week.

They are all attending a soccer camp.

(YES, for those of you who have been with me for that long... the BRITISH SOCCER CAMP... the same one I stalked last year because it was necessary for me to soak up their wonderful accents. This year I didn't stalk though... I was twittering, working a real job, and blogging... my life is HARD! :)

And so on Tuesday they come home and announce that it is CRAZY HAIR day the next day.  So my older sister gives them the brilliant idea of shaving their heads however they would like.

My son thought this was the coolest thing EVER.  She pretty much walks on water to him now.

So I told my husband he was on Crazy Hair Shaving duty and I sat and watched So You Think You Can Dance.

And then out walks my little, sweet, crazy-nut, boy... and his two cousins.

Which one is NOT like the others???

Z (on the right) wanted a lighting bolt... E. (in the middle) just a mohawk. But my guy... just wait...

wait for it...
DCar's brilliant idea:  "Dad, I want to look like an OLD MAN with a Mohawk... ooohhh yea" he says as he swings his hips around and circles his arm over his head like a cowboy!

I couldn't see through the tears I was laughing so hard!  I probably should be very afraid for the future of that kid... but I'll think about that after I stop laughing!

Join Candid Carrie this week and see who else is playing in Friday Foto Finish Fiesta!!!

Love,

P.S. Check me out THE REAL WORLD VENUS vs. MARS today also... and I DON'T want to know if your husband isn't like this, it wouldn't be nice.

Who is the fairest of them all??? My NEW BBFF!

***Make sure to click on the pictures below... my favorite charmer just taught me this new trick!!!

Once upon a time, in a far off land, there lived a spunky, sarcastic, red head... who called herself QUEEN.

This did confuse me much, because around here, in this neck of blog land, I WAS QUEEN!

So I did loathe her name much because I felt like I was talking to myself except that I was a spunky, sarcastic, and brunette...

Soon I found out that her kingdom was not far from mine.

She was the fairest one in her kingdom.

I, of course, was the fairest one in mine, and when I mean FAIR I mean WHITE. For her I mean gorgeous.

So we did discuss that we must meet up and see for SURE who was the fairest of us both!

So we did lunch.

And April, who is almost an empty nester in her land came to be our judge.

And April dubbed herself the winner.

The End.

Now let's review.

Queen, from Homer and Queen, is new around the blog land... but she gives some of the BEST comments ever. She's funny, sarcastic, and mischievious. And I liked her right off!

So when I found out she lived near me and she came up to my town often, we made a lunch date.

And if you add up how many times I've met a blogger in real life... you will concur that I am becoming a meet-a-blogger-in-real-life-prostitute... and I'm okay with that.

April came also and we had such a GOOD time. April was as cute and little as ever... and she's honest and smiles a lot and laughs even more. She's definitely someone you would want to hang around often. She's everything she seems!

Queen is a rockstar! I'm not lying. Gorgeous to boot to. In fact I think the first thing I said to her is, "WOW you're gorgeous!" She had me laughing from the moment we greeted each other. The waiter was eating out of her hands by the end of the meal.

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You want to know what she said to me? "You're photogenic"... which means in code... basically... you're prettier in your pictures. So I took off my princess mask and let her see the OGRE underneath. Ya know what? She did the same! Except that she PUT on her OGRE mask to make me feel better... she's a REAL friend that way.

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I'm not allowed to discuss anything we talked about... "what's said at lunch, stays at lunch" she warned me, but I have definitely made a friend for life! I think April would agree, but I'm speaking for her so I don't REALLY know.

Queen agreeing? Not sure either, but I bet she's always UP for a free lunch and a Spit Free Diet Coke with lemon?

Next time guys... LUNCH's on ME!!! (I'll bring my princess mask)

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Love,

Shelle

GOSH.FREAKING.DANG.IT!

K... I honestly rarely get embarrassed, because when embarrassing things happen to you often you tend to become immune.

It's either that... or come down with a severe case of agoraphobia.

Here's a recent example.

I was at Costco. ON SATURDAY-- when I say it was busy... that is a COMPLETE understatement. I was blessedly alone, no kids to constantly look for as the play hide-n-seek with me.

I got the stuff I had come for and approached the check out line. Had a bit to wait, but it was cool--I'm good with keeping myself entertained, I have my phone and my thoughts, plus I like to people watch. I had noticed the person, the girl, in front of me who was drinking a pop out of fountain cup. It's important you know this fact.

Soon,The Girl, was next in line, then me, then a WHOLE line of other people behind me.

Finally it was my turn. The cashier greeted me and rang me up.

I paid.

Put my Costco and debit cards back in my wallet, put my purse on my shoulder, and proceeded to leave. Completely engrossing myself back into my thoughts and my OWN LITTLE WORLD (there is a reason that is on my header).

But my purse hits something... and then I hear that HORRIBLE sound of a FOUNTAIN cup full of liquid splattering all.over.the.ground.

I froze.

With my back still at the scene that lay behind me... I prayed a silent prayer that the sound and the thing I felt my purse hit had nothing to do with each other.

I slowly turn around... when I say slowly... I mean the world was going at normal pace and I had slowed WAY way way down... turning a centimeter every other minute.

When my eyes hit the HUGE spot of liquid creeping it's way to the grooves and cracks of the floor... all I could think of to say was, "That wasn't my drink!" and then I repeated it 3 times while lifting my hands up in front of me, my fingers battling each other, and my eyes going cross-eyed!

The sound was loud enough that I swear all of Costco was looking my way. Everyone in unison giving me a moment of silence.

Really people... the etiquette on that, I'M SURE, is to pretend you don't see that I just knocked over a drink that some GIRL left on the counter!!!

I swear it wasn't my drink!

Completely at a loss of what to do... I ask if they need me to get towels from the bathroom...

???---see what I mean at completely at a loss? HA!!! I would have needed the whole ROLL and then I'd use another roll to have a WET set of towels so the floor wouldn't be sticky.

But my brain was functioning on humiliated...

They told me it was "okay, ACCIDENTS HAPPEN", and they would take care of it.

I scream in my mind, BUT IT WASN'T MY DRINK... I DIDN'T LEAVE IT THERE!!!

I admit... it wasn't very observant of me NOT to see the drink on the counter... but it WASN'T MINE!!!

GOSH.FREAKING.DANG.IT!!!

That was just Saturday.

I could have a daily blog dedicated to scenarios like that.

I just wonder how I missed the line up in heaven where they were handing out the ALWAYS COOL tickets... ya know those people. The ones that always do and say the right thing... where embarrassing is a word they are unfamiliar with and humiliation is a word they associate with OTHER people?

Knowing me... I was probably caught up in my thoughts and didn't hear them announce which line it was, that happens to me a lot also.

So... did I make you feel better about yourself today? I'm a giver like that.

Your. Welcome.

love,

Shelle

P.S. No they are not THOSE Jeffereson's... hahahaha!

Tweet and Twitter you Twit...

This is one of those therapy sessions for me... I have a problem and so I'm getting it out there.


Guess what... I've found another, itsy bitsy, teeny tiny, obsession.

I blame it on whoever invited me to Twitter. It was a while back... it's been THAT long for me to give it a chance.

At first I just signed up to be nice.

But then I would hit other peoples blogs and read about what they were writing on twitter... and laughing at what goes on in peoples brains these days.

HONESTLY... people are funny.

Take for instance, That Blue Yak, who totally pimps himself out all the time... wrote a post about following him on Twitter... so I did, cause I always follow mindlessly (okay, he's actually pretty funny)... I didn't know someone's brain functioned like that...

or Cameron from Get the Stink Off--very witty that guy, but also... a little crazy in the head, you would know if you follow him on Twitter what I'm talking about... or you can READ HERE about why he is crazy! :)

Sometimes I wonder if those two are the same person.

Mariah and TentCamper got me stuck on some RIDICULOUS spy game... that I still don't know what the HELK I'm doing so I keep trying, and minutes drag into... well you know.

Anyway... these guys are good at twitter.

It's like being a fly on the wall in people's minds... sometimes it's downright scary.

But then you start to realize it's a nice outlet to say what's on your mind and when I say what's on your mind, I mean ANYTHING on your mind... but I'm still just getting my feet wet with it.

I can't stop checking it... I'm a little OVER DEDICATED to it now.

And over dedicated and obsessive people LOVE company. So get TWITTERING right NOW!!!

Would it help if I told you, you could spy on Ashton Kutcher? The Pioneer Woman? Dooce? Jimmy Fallon? Martha Stewart? Ryan Seacrest? Southern Sage? Chelsea Lately? Kim Kardashian?

So... Follow me if you sign up... I'm on there as ShelleBlok. Everybody's doing it! :)

Okay, you GOT ME... I don't WANT help! I just want to spy on you guys. Humor me? (And I need new SPY recruits)

Oh, and go ahead and tell me about any and all teeny tiny obsessions you may have... I'm here for you, since you listened to me, it's the least I can do. (And leave your Twitter name in comments just in case some thinks your worth following! hehehe)

Love,

Shelle