last weekend gregory and i went to a wester themed party. everyone dressed up as cowboys. some even had toy pop guns which was fun. the band was...i forget their name, i think something like moonshine boys, i dont know. anyway they were awesome. a 3 piece band made up of 2 fat guys in over-all's. one on a standing base, the other on banjo! and then a skinny guy on guitar and lead vocals. they did "cajon and southern" style covers on punk and metal songs. hillarious. and super awesome.
gregory finaly got a reason to wear the superly western shirt my dad gave him. here are our outfits:
we were the bells of the ball, obviously.
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wednesday was my birthday. i turned 25. because gregory is the world's worst planner, all his hard efforst of trying to fix a surprise together fell through. poor gregory. i believe he did try hard because he's not very savvy in the way of keeping secrets either so i could see alot of scrambling trying to be done. the reasons for no party: it was wednesday night and who the hell does anyhting on a wednesday night? people used the old "holidays are here" excuse and said it was too expensive to go out. and theres a party tomorrow night thats suppose to be huge and everyone we know are trying to save themselves for that party.
but he did surprise me with the world's largest birthdat cake!
we ate it at his parent's house. not too many attendee's because people are LAME! so we polished off the top level, the second is in edith's fridge for them to pick on and we have the bottom in our fridge. i've eaten 2 slices from it so we pretty much still have an ENTIRE cake in our fridge!
also, a little 25 years of my life story:
ever since i can remember i've loved to have my hair curled. i once cried because i didnt have curly hair..or red hair. red curly hair was my one true desire as a child. i dont know why, but anyway, my mom would curl my hair and then brush all the beautiful ringlets away. i also wanted to be like shirley temple in the worst way. i would get so PISSED and cry that my mom ruined my hair and that it looked stupid and all that.
i know now that brushing the curls to soften them is whats the norm. what's been done since forever and always, but i still can't help loving the tight curl look. now that i'm 25 i think i'm old enough to wear my curls tight-becuase i can. and because i'm too old for my mom to brush them out.
birthday hair:
not the tightest i've worn out of the house
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it snowed last night!
its been freezing for weeks now and been below 0 for the past couple days. thats cooooooold for these parts!
it only snowed enough to make a light dusting on the ground and then it got colder and froze over so this morning everything was frosted with a light covering of frozen snow. it was so beautiful! the sky was pink and everything else was gently coated in white. i didnt take any pictures until 5pm this evening and by then most of the stuff had melted, and i had roxy, the world's WORST photographer's assistant EVER with me. little miss wiggle bottom made it very difficult to shoot in the dark, which is already difficult. so they're mostly blurry but there was 3 that i liked regardless:
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