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A couple of weekends ago we were shooting a rehearsal fiesta in SoCal…I was looking over the crowd, eying all the characters when all of a sudden a man sent from god entered the party: he had a thick 6 foot beautifully curled mustached. Yes, you read that right. Upon the event that you didn’t already know, mustache/beard art is an incredible thing in my book (way before it was trendy). My heart was racing, my hands were shaking…I was beyond excited to say the least. I thought to myself, “Self, I’m sure he gets gawkers all the time…how can you not with a mustache like that?!? Act cool, act cool.” So, I pretended it was nothing and took photos of some of the non-mustached guests. Then I realized he was wearing a CU Buffs jersey…LIGHT BULB!  A topic of conversation to break the ice without solely focusing on his massive mustache! So, after he got a glass of sangria I nonchalantly said “Great jersey! Are you a CU fan? I’m originally from Boulder.” He wasn’t really a fan but he collected jerseys and his nephew played for CU. So I moved on and went for the kill (aka my chest and face went really red). I said “I’m sure you get this all the time, but your mustache is incredible. I’m a huge fan of mustache art.” Then he pulled out his wallet and showed me a picture of him in the guinness book of world records from years back with his 10 foot (YES! 10 feet) long mustache. Then he showed me a photo of himself before he went on the Johnny Carson show. My jaw dropped. Then, yes, it gets better…all of a sudden he whipped out an extra copy of the photo and gave it to me. I couldn’t focus on taking photos of non-mustached guests. THIS MAN JUST GAVE ME A PHOTO OF HIM WITH HIS MUSTACHE! I was floored, told him it absolutely made my day, and thanked him profusely. This is quite possibly a highlight of my life.

The now highly coveted image…this is a framer, no doubt:

A friendly suggestion: if you know anyone between the ages of 2 and maybe 6 and you happen to be in the bay area go to Fairyland (and take me with you). It is a throw back to the 50’s and not a thing has changed. While there we heard a woman, who was probably in the mid 50’s herself, say she want to Fariyland when she was a kid and it is almost exactly the same. Be sure to get there in time for the puppet show…think Mr. Rodgers’ puppets. This place was awesome.

Oh, and I made a new friend (Gepetto from Pinocchio):

My little niece likes to touch my face. For some reason she’ll just put her wee little hands on my big cheeks and leave them there for a long long time. I don’t know if it is soothing to her, or if my face feels funny or maybe she is like “whoa! look at those cheeks! they are so large! I must touch them!” (my family is known for having pretty round cheeks). If nothing less it creates for a darn good moment between the two of us. Thanks to my brother and his iphone for catching this memory for the history books (aka blog).

The day after the “unshower” we went to the beach and got ourselves beach bummed:

I’ll soon stop posting images with kids/babies/dogs…or will I? ha ha ha ha ha (menacing laugh once again…comes out a lot these days)

For my brother and his wife the C-man and I put together a surprise “unshower” baby shower bbq of sorts. There were no games, no “ohh-ing” and “ahh-ing,” just a good old bbq with food, drink and old-skool blue grass music. Isn’t this exactly what any celebration should be like? Me thinks yes. So that is what we did. And it was joyful. Some polaroids to prove it happened.

From my gma’s funeral I learned (or at least imagined) a lot about what my gma and gpa were like in their younger years. I saw many a picture showing their super fun spirits in simpler times, living on a farm, going on picnics…just being. No social networking sites to update, no blogs, no cell phones to distract them…really no computers and no internet to soak up their time. Imagine the world! I think I would be a very very happy person to live during the days when life was simpler…maybe a little bored at times, but a lot less stressed and my eyes would probably not be rapidly dying from the computer screen. Of course, their days were not always simple…the great depression, many wars, etc, but generally speaking I think life before technology took over would be ideal. Yes, I’m an old woman…you might think I’m 97 but really I’m almost 30.

I ADORE this photo. I’d love to recreate it with C-dawg some day.

Loving the short tie and the hat! I hope the short tie makes a comeback.
My gpa was a dapper/handsome man.

I have not fallen off the face of the earth. I’ve just had a few things going on. Lots of pictures to post but for now I’ll leave you with this:

ham loaf

Discuss amongst yourselves

So recently I’ve been thinking a lot about the movie “The Neverending Story.” I think about Falcor and flying through the fog whenever it takes over the bay area. I also think about Falcor as I’m in an airplane coasting over the mountains (and I sing the theme song to myself in my head). With all of this thought about such a masterpiece of a film I’ve come up with a great new business: an airline branded “Falcor.” The interior of the planes would be all 80’s and only people dressed like the guy who sings The Neverending Story’s theme song would be allowed on the flight:

P.S. If for some reason you decide to steal my business idea and make it a reality I don’t expect much in return except some bit of acknowledgement (and maybe free flights for the rest of my life).

My “grandma b” passed away on Tuesday. Lucky for her she lived to the grand age of 91. Death is such a weird and difficult thing to understand…I think because I’ve been away from CO during all of this it hasn’t really sunk in yet but I’m flying home tomorrow for the funeral.

Thank you to my gma b for the creamed corn, memories at the cabin, teaching me to knit and of course lots of love and special attention. Sad to see her go but I know she was ready.

My arch nemesis:

When we first started dating I thought, “Snap, maybe this guy will be one of those who expects his woman to make him meals every night…I’m not so good at that!” Lucky for me the roles were actually very opposite. The man loves to cook and he is AMAZING at it. He comes up with the most incredible things with or without a recipe. So, through some odd bit of routine we’ve developed a system where he does most of the cooking and I get to to clean up. The only issues are 1.) He tends to like to use a lot of dishes while crafting his masterpieces (which I’m not complaining about one bit, just pointing out the facts). 2.) We don’t have a dishwasher. 3.) I can’t keep up…especially since doing dishes is last on my “list-o-fun.” One of my life goals is to become one of those super clean, domestic gals who has a clean kitchen all the time, but man alive is it hard to do…and we don’t even have kids yet! I will have to say I’ve been able to tackle the piles for a few nights in a row. I think a self high five is in order.