julie & julia

a must see movie for anyone that wants to see a good movie. i went with all my seesters and my mother-in-law today and think we need to go on a girl's movie date more often. i'm thinking i need to continue the cooking/blogging project i started many months ago when i got the biggest loser cookbooks. i wonder what i'll be cooking this week?

drive-thru grocery...

so my new facebook & blog buddy bonnie posted a blog tonight about drive-thrus and, long story short, how nice it would be to have a drive-thru grocery store. i remember a few months ago when casi told me she wished we had a chinese food drive-thru so that i could get her chinese quickly as an after school snack (what a girl she is!). now, i don't know if you know this or not but, martin's supermarket in heritage square has some darn good sushi. nothing fancy like the delish rainbow roll that denise and i had on our last sushi date but i'm getting off the subject... martin's is also set up for curbside pickup, so you don't have to schlep your groceries to the car in the snowy/rainy parking lot, you just drive up and they will help load your groceries which makes me think, why couldn't they have some sort of call-in drive-thru grocery service?

you could call in with (or use the circular posted online to create) your grocery list with brand, size, quantity, etc and they could pull the items for you, package them and have them ready when you arrive. depending on the items on your list/previous lists/current sales/etc they could suggest alternate items or additional quantities so you can stock up or get in on the glorious 2-fer that makes me feel like i'm somehow getting a better deal than i should. just give them your credit card number and just pull up to get your good loaded and you're done!

the only issue i see is that if you are like me, a picky produce buyer and, sadly, one of those annoying people that takes time to pick out milk based on the expiration date (the further out the better for me) you would probably have to do that part of the shopping yourself, and you couldn't reuse your handy shopping bags to get the 5 cent per bag credit, unless they had a bag-trade-in policy... i would totally pay a bit extra, maybe some sort of handling or processing fee like pizza hut and jimmy johns charge for delivering.

anyone else with me on this one? i have a sister-in-law that works at martin's and if we could get enough interested parties, how's that saying go "if you build it, they will come" no, wait... maybe "ask and ye shall receive"...

most amazing...

the ukraine really does have talent:

still crispy...

not quite 24 hours after i got crispy and all that's still red is the tops of my shoulders, if only they didn't hurt when wearing a bra... dang

beach bums...

what a beautiful day god created for us to relax and bum around in the girls had lots of fun, they're such fishes in the water

and my seester and i baked and fried in the sun

and after we left the girls were happy but tiredand i'm crispy fried but happy, i will be brown in the morning and may have time to go to the beach later this week or on the weekend as long as the temperatures stay high and the sun is out!

crazy day...

went outlet shopping with my seester and even though we got some great deals, like this new polo :the people watching was priceless. this is my main evidence that stacy & clinton from 'what not to wear' should regularly visit malls and restaurants:yes my friends, those are leggings that are, not only begging for mercy, but have their own 'air conditioning' aka.. holes all over the place and have been paired with a similarly fit black t-shirt. i don't really wonder what possessed her to wear those lovely leggings but i do wonder who, in their right mind, decided to not only design those, but also sell them to the unsuspecting public!

silly rabbit, tricks are for dogs...

rockne has a new trick she'd like to share with ya'll

imagine that, motivated by cheese-its, who knew?

and for those of you that think that big dogs are good protectors, i have proof that a 60# doberman definitely isn't the one ruling the roost:

that would be our cat, biting her giant paws while she lays there submissively taking it like a champ... who wouldda thunk it!