Thanksgiving {In Photos}

Just a friendly game of Candy Land.

Our fabulous cooks.

 

It was a peel-off. Who's peeler works better?

 

One hungry lumber jack.

My purple and red turkey. Original art from Dolly.

Star and Dolly.

 

Birthday celebration #1.

The love of my life.

Mom and Tiny Girl (aka Lil Mama).

 

Two cute red headed dudes.

Birthday celebration #2

Pops entertaining the kids.

Shopping on Thanksgiving?! Crazy.

Uh oh

Someone just uploaded the blogger app on her iPhone.

Hand over the keys, Grandma!

Last month, when it was time for our Vancouver vacation, we drove to Dallas on Thursday night even though our flight out wasn't until Friday evening. We just wanted to make sure we didn't run into any travel snags...traffic, wrecks, the normal chaos that is the metroplex...you know, the usual stuff.

Friday morning I decided I would hop in my sisters car and run right across the street to grab some bagels for breakfast. I would have driven my own vehicle but the little clicker to get back into her apartment complex was in her car, so decision made. My sister bought a brand new Honda Fit almost two years ago, that thing is pretty zippy compared to my Explorer that was new in 2004. And I zipped right on over to Einstein Bagels, zipped right into a parking spot and....couldn't get the keys out of the ignition.

I turned the key this way and that way. I pushed the key in while twisting this way and that way. Nothing.

I tried re-adjusting the wheels, sometimes that helps. Nothing.

What was I going to do? I couldn't just run in real fast and leave the keys in the ignition. That might fly here at home, but not up there..I don't care how nice my sister's neighborhood is. But I knew....KNEW....that if I drove back over to my sister's apartment (its within walking distance..and I was thinking that would have been a better decision at this point) that I would park and that stupid key would come right out of the ignition.

So I sat there for a minute to think. I CAN FIGURE THIS OUT! It's a new car. There must be some new fangled way to get the key out of the ignition. What do I have to do? Hum a little tune, touch my nose with my pinky, tilt my head slightly to the left, and twist the key five degrees to the right?  I open the glove box and pull out the owners manual. That's right, I'm a woman..I read directions if I can't figure something out. I flipped through the pages and scanned for the 'How to use your car key for dummies' section. And as I read the book that was sitting in my lap I happened to glance over and notice that the car was not in park.

I had been sitting with the car in reverse for the last five minutes.

The manual does say the car must be in park to remove the key from the ignition. Who knew?

Conversations With Madison

I'm taking a short break away from the internets. This is a self-imposed digital detox. No blogging, google reader, email, or facebook. In the meantime enjoy this guest post by my Mother-in-law, Sheila.

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Conversations with Madison:

Yeah!! It's my turn to read the diarrhea of a wimpy kid book...

PRICELESS!!!!!

Dolly (L) and Madison (R)

Jingle Bellz...Jingle Bellz...

Merry Christmas, Peoplz! I iz SO ready to DO thiz thing. Santa iz gonna callz me aaannnnyyy minute now to ask to help him guide his sleigh thingy. Those rainy deerz don't have nuthing on me.

So....Iz has been a super duper good girlz this year. Uh-huh! I haz been. I didntz pee in the house..not evenz when it was coldz and the grass made my paws all wet. Yuck! I really, really hatez when my paws get wet. I hasn't chewed up any of Mommyz shoez. And I letz everyone petz me. See...SO good! I hopez youz have been as good az me...and Santa leavez lotz and lotz of prezzies under your tree.

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays from the Just Jinny household.

Friday Funny

I love these commercials. So funny.

GGGiirrrlll, you need some Nair

Last night I had a skype date with my sister. We were talking about my 'gnarly' eyebrows. I've been blessed with full eyebrows. My eyebrow hairs grow so long that if I sleep on my face wrong I wake up with a serious case of bedhead...but for my eyebrow. My sister thought this was hilarious and wanted to see so one morning when my brows were particularly 'gnarly' I sent her a picture text. Yes, we are weird like that.

Anyway! We were talking about other hair issues that us women have to deal with..on all parts of our bodies {sorry, guys..we are about to go into territory beyond the closed bathroom door}. I mentioned that lately I have noticed that my upper lip is growing hair that does NOT need to be there. And my sister looks at me askew and says 'lately?' As in, 'Seester, your upper lip has ALWAYS been hairy'. Except she has NEVER told me that my upper lip was just a little too hairy to be cute.

My Mom has mentioned it recently. Maybe that is why I have been paying more attention?

But my sister says, through her laughter mind you, that she always thought it just didn't bother me.

Stop and think about that for a minute. Why would having hair growing on my upper lip NOT bother me?

What I'm trying to say is...ladies, we have got to help each other out here. Surely we all have another female or two in our lives that we are comfortable enough with that they can tell us we need to do something about our five o'clock shadow. I'd much rather hear it from my sister or even my husband and take care of it instead of walking around letting everyone and their mom gawk at my 'stache.

So, go take a good look in the mirror and check yourself. And if you find a chin hair longer than Rapunzel's wig you should fire your sister immediately...I know I did.

{Via}

Animal House

HHHHiiii..all youz beautiful peoplez in this box thingy!!! Itz me...Lola...duh. This weekend iz a very excitingz weekend! Mommy and Daddy left to runz off someplace. We can always tellz when they iz leaving us because they bring out the polka dot bagz. It makez Duke a little sadz...but not me.

Know why?

We haz the house all to ourselves! PARTY TIMEZ!!! Iz gonna crank the music and shake my cute little curly tailz. Party timez should even cheer up that sad Duke doggy.

"I am not having a good time"

Oh yeah! Wez gonna stay up late. Pig out on doggie treatz. Drink too much waterz. Crash where we fallz. Crazy, party animalz..that iz us! That Grandma lady wontz have a clue why wez are so tired the next day when she comez to check on us.

If I feelz like it...I might even let those big ol' bully catz come to my party.

SSShhhhzzzzzz! Don't tell no onz about my super fun crazy animal party, K? If Mom and Dad found out I would bez SSSOOO grounded!

It's that time of year

Why I love my friends

Sent to me via text message:

Dear Mrs Just Jinny,

Thank you for calling attention to our unfortunate oversight with your recent purchase of chicken. At Cluck Cluck Chicken Factory, we strive to make every customer pluckin' happy. Please feel free to come down to our farm to hand select the chickens we'll be using for your complimentary bag of chicken. This way, you'll know exactly how many pieces you'll receive. We apologize for any inconvenience this may have caused you.

Sincerely,
Colonel Flanders
CEO, Cluck Cluck Chicken Factory

How I Spent My Friday

Small Confession

Whenever I see someone from Salt Lake City, UT has visited my site (Hi!), I like to pretend that it's Dooce secretly following my little ol' blog.