Kelly Strikes Again!

While playing Sister Pinball last night (it's a thing), Emily and I fell victim to Kelly's prank.

How do I keep falling for this!?

Happy Birthday, Kelly!

If you're ever looking for a great present idea for your husband, just secretly ask all of his friends to meet you for dinner with a drawn picture of him. You'll be so pleased with the results. 

Tonight I surprised Kelly by taking him to Famous Dave's with a secret stash of his friends waiting to yell "SURPRISE" at him. When we arrived, the hostess was no help. 

I will write the following story as though I were writing a popular young adult novel:

Ahem...

As I drove down the freeway, my heart was thumping faster than a rabbit's foot on a Sunday. Knowing how bad I am at keeping secrets, the fact that I had made it this far without spoiling the surprise was a surprise to me. We were minutes away from the big birthday surprise I had been planning for a week, and I was terrified I would spill the beans. Sweaty palms, thumping heart, dry mouth: all signs that told me I was about to blow. One sideways glance from Kelly and I would have been a jar of giggles. Lucky for me, Kelly got a phone call from his sister, so I didn't have to worry about the possibility of blurting out the details. I just focused on the drive. 

Pulling into the parking lot, I realized I hadn't planned how to find our friends once we made it into the restaurant. I tried to play it cool while aimlessly walking around the restaurant without any help from staff by telling Kelly they had set up a party room. "I just have to find it," I said seriously, avoiding eye contact. Finally I gave in and decided to speak to the hostess. 

"Just wait on the bench," I told Kelly. "Let me get this straightened out." Kelly walked over to the wooden bench and squeezed himself in between 2, I'm guessing, frequent customers. I approached the frazzled hostess, and in my quietest secret-keeper voice asked, "Was there a party of 7 that arrived, waiting for people to join?"

The hostess furrowed her brow and practically yelled back, "You want a table for 7?"

"Shh!" I ordered awkwardly. Kelly still didn't know, though I was beginning to worry he had figured it out. He shifted his weight on the bench. "No," I whispered, "we're here to join people. They said they were here... Is there a big group that was just seated?"

The hostess pointed listlessly at her whiteboard of tables and numbers that meant nothing to me. I just stared at her and she just stared right back. I was getting nowhere and Kelly was getting wise. Finally, she pointed over her shoulder and chomped out, "There are some people over there..."

"Thanks," I said. Yeah, thanks for nothing. 

When we rounded the corner, there sat 3 of Kelly's friends all hunched over with their heads in their menus. The climax was here and no one was yelling surprise! I looked over to Kelly, whose face was being washed over with realization, and knew I had to act fast. 

"Surprise!" I yelled, throwing my arms in the air.

"Surprise!" They yelled back, suddenly upright in their wooden chairs.

Kelly smiled and I knew I had done good. I wiped the metaphorical sweat from my brow and we took our seats. Hugs were exchanged, drinks were ordered, and we told the server yes, we are waiting on 2 more. We laughed at the "party room" story and drank our Pepsi. When the others arrived, we all exchanged eyebrow-raised looks that said, It's time. 

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From Liz, Kelly received this nostalgic picture of Kelly in outer space:

 We were all surprised by the likeness Emily was able to capture with her picture:

 Brad drew Kelly surrounded by all of his favorite things:

 AE and Cassidy created this beautiful rendition of my husband on a boardwalk:

 My favorite part is the strong arms. And the Boris-like facial hair:

 I drew Kelly in his natural habitat:

Thanks Liz, Emily, Brad, AE and Cassidy  for being awesome friends and even better artists! (is that a compliment?)

Christmas Lunch!

Kelly has been going to work without bringing a lunch recently. He's half hoping the office peeps will say, "Let's all go get sushi!" and he's half telling himself, "I'll just go home on my lunch..." But we all know when it comes lunch time, if you don't have it pre-made, you'll probably go to McDonalds.

So I, the sweet wife, offered to make Kelly's lunch tonight. In my tradition of lunch making, I drew him a picture. His new coworkers have not yet seen my lunch bag designs, so I tried to make it a good one:

I showed Kelly and he buried his face in his hands and said, "I'm going to get beat up."

'Tis the season!

Candy Rabies

I have a problem. A problem called I-want-to-eat-candy-all-the-time-even-in-my-sleep. And we just so happen to have a whole cupboard full of candy right now. FULL. I'm talkin' baby Butterfingers, mini M&Ms, regular M&Ms with peanuts in them, gummy worms: the works. The delicious works. So today, after driving home and foaming at the mouth because I couldn't wait to get home and EAT 12 BUTTERFINGERS, I decided I needed to do something about this problem.

I came home and instantly forgot that I wanted to do something about it and ate a handful of gummy worms. But THEN, after I was full, I told Kelly we needed to do something about this problem. So I picked up a popcorn bucket and shoved all the candy inside, handed it to Kelly, and locked myself in the bathroom. He's hidden candy from me before - he's a good hider.

I come out when the coast is clear and, of course, instantly start searching for the candy. It's not on the water heater, not in the DVD box, and not by the potatoes - so it was out of sight. PHEW.

Problem solved.

Until I go to pack my lunch and see THIS:

Thanks a lot, Kelly.

Anniversary

It's our on year anniversary on Sunday. Kelly got me crackle nail polish because he loves me.

Last year's gift next to this year's...

I am so clever.

Or gross.

Summer Time

Everyone is blogging, and yet I haven't felt the need. Probably because it's summer and I don't want to do any work at all, even if it's fake work. But alas, here I am.

Here's our summer so far in a bulleted list:

• Waking up at 10:30 even though our alarms were set for 8.
• Reading Harry Potter/Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy/anything we want because the library rules.
• Running on treadmills. I like to listen to Ke$ha and watch TV and pretend the commercials are her music videos.
• Going to Real Salt Lake soccer games and selecting a rude player on the opposing team to BOOO every time he even gets near the ball.
• Playing tennis with our fancy new racquets we found in the dumpster behind WalMart.
• Visiting the allergist to find out why Kelly can't seem to survive without wheezing, itching or sneezing. They poked his back 42 times and told him he's allergic to everything. Even dogs.
• Visiting the library to return movies/TV shows and pick up more movies/TV shows. The Salt Lake County library system is amazing and we feel like we have the world at our fingertips. Anything we want...BAM! we get.
• Eating more otter pops than we intend to.
• Watching more Star Trek (original series) on Netflix than we intend to.
• Playing a lot of card games in our living room, just like we intended to.
• Playing darts on our newly hung dart board. We try hard not to hit the wall too much.
• Eating popcorn out of our big popcorn bucket that says "POPCORN" on it that we got as a wedding gift.
• Going to Weight Watchers (me, not Kelly) to be reminded to eat more than just otter pops and popcorn. I've miraculously lost 10 pounds! I think it's because I stopped eating a gallon of chocolate ice cream every night (which I miss).
• Staying up until midnight and then saying, "Wanna watch something while we play cards?" and then staying up until 2.
• Playing pinball until there are blisters on our fingers and we complain of carpal tunnel.
• Playing guitar at all times of the day and receiving complaints from the neighbors. "Sounds like an instrument playing late at night." Very observant, guy.

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It's been a dream so far.

In other news...

Moon day is in 8 days. THE DAY WE LANDED ON THE MOON!

Which also happens to be my birthday. So Kelly went out today, scavenging dumpsters for my birthday presents. We leave on Friday for a Seattle adventure so we've decided I can open one present a day until we leave. It's awesome. It's my birthday everyday.

Today I was surprised with the best gift of all...

SUGARY CEREAL!

This is the least blurry of the series because I was so excited. And because I kept yelling, "ROCKS YOUR WHOLE MOUTH!"

I can't wait to see what the next few days have in store!

Kirk out.

My life

This is my life now. I'm not as awesome as this picture makes me look but I can play my scales and I'm building a repertoire of songs thanks to my husband who rules as a guitar player.