i'm famous!

one time, i was driving my future in-laws to the airport and i got pulled over for speeding. not only did i get pulled over for speeding, but i was driving the boy's car, so i had no idea where the insurance card was and i nearly got a ticket for THAT too. 

after shyly dropping them off, i desperately needed gas (i'm starting to think that the boy "lets" me take his car when it's on zero gas so that i'll fill it up for him...we used to pull this prank on my dad all the time... oh the cyclical irony). 

so i pulled into a gas station and these two people walk up to me and start asking me questions about gas prices. they snapped a few pics and the guy handed me his card, which i shoved into my black-hole purse. they looked like they were twelve. i figured it was a school project or something.  

only, i was actually cleaning my purse out today (i know - this deserves a news report in and of itself) and found the guy's card - which led me to finding my 15 minutes of fame!!

my favorite part is how they were apparently a little bit confused about my gender in the picture caption..

you know it's a good day when you get home feeling like people around the nation are thinking "oh, chelsea walker? yeah he's got a bit of a lead foot, but you gotta give him credit for filling up someone else's car."

 

oh yeah i forgot...

...this picture

nuff said

ode to boy

i can't decide if i'm in an exceptionally sappy mood, or if i just found too many priceless pictures to not post them all, but either way, here's a photo sampling of the many reasons why i love the boy


you know it's a good day when you find a flight of bright green stairs leading to nowhere up against a parking lot wall



my brown eyed boys at the sand dunes




it's amazing how advanced your foosball skills become simply by making a monkey face

my favorite part about this was how the boy was in an airport by himself, stopped some complete stranger and asked said stranger to take this picture

remember how one time we had a long lay-over in london, so we converted some dollars into pounds and toured around a bit. before heading back to the airport, we still had 20-some pence left and were determined to squeeze the most out of our british money. so, after a long search, we decided to get hobnobs. which seemed appropriately british. and which turned out to be complete and utter crap. boo

on top of a spanish castle. the boy is pretty certain he was somehow involved with castles in a past life. probably a court jester

this is sometimes the look i get when i tell the boy that we're not going to have a dozen kids

bill the pirate makes his debut in new york city - with the disclaimer, "i'm not really a pc, i'm a mac. but i AM a pirate!" 

we decided a really good idea would be to install a doggie door. the boy took it one step further and decided an even better idea would be to install it right as his parents were directly upstairs taking a nap. he also decided that he needed a chainsaw to do the job right.

this leash demeans us both

this is what the ads say your child will look like when you use the kid leash (let's call it the kleash for simplicity) (p.s. i love the lack of logistics in this picture. the kid's at a full, apparently productive stride but the kleash is completely taut and the mom's not even moving... plus either everyone in the background is moving so fast in the opposite direction, they're blurry, or the kid and mom are somehow really booking it. maybe the mom's on rolley shoes and the kid is pulling her):

and his thoughts will be "goly gee, mom! you got me a stuffed animal?! wait, no - a backpack?!? wait, even better a kleash that keeps me within 2 inches of you at all times!!?! aw, you're the greatest."

but this is what your kid will really be like:

and his thoughts will be "fine, you're gonna treat me like an animal, i'm gonna make like a starfish in the middle of airport security. so there"

this is halloween

my grandma and grandpa are so cute. every year, they send little goodie boxes for some of the holidays. i have no idea how they decide which holidays to send stuff for, but this year brought us some fun halloween stuff. example: nose flutes. 

the boy picked his up right away. what a talented guy. can you tell what song he's playing? 

and of course, me - the natural flutist and amazing musician i am - couldn't even make a freakin noise out of the thing. maybe my nose isn't built right for nose fluting. here's me playing the same song*

and, of course, what's halloween without getting excited for the trick or treaters? we were so (overly) excited for the hundreds of kids we were surely going to get. we prepared by buying at least twenty thousand bags of candy and dressing the dogs up

the first doorbell ring was like music to my ears. three cute little kids to start putting a dent in our mt. kilamanjaro sized stack of candy. then it happened...the costumed dogs darted (they love a) being outside and b) kids) they seriously mauled those poor kids - one of the kids ran off crying without even getting candy! what a devastating way to start off our trick or treating. so, the baby gate went up to barricade the dogs from whatever other disasters they were planning. about 8 kids later, the trick or treating was done. that was it - 8 kids. twenty thousand bags of candy and 8 kids. now we don't have pantry space because we have created our life food supply out of reeses peanut butter cups. 

luckily, we had a halloween party the next night and successfully got rid of 1/4 of one bag of candy. go us. 

our costume party was muppet-themed...we didn't really expect other people to dress up like muppets (and not many did), but the boy is obsessed with this: 

and has had dreams of us dressing up like the mahna mahna guys probably since the day he met me. so, we did. 

and this is how great the world of blogging is - i found my charming little headpiece on some stranger's blog in minnesota (no...i don't know if he has an accent). he had a picture of his wife wearing it last year - she made it! so, i emailed him and asked if i could "rent" it for this year. 2 days later, i had a mahna mahna cow costume! i love life. and people in minnesota. and people who can make their own halloween costumes and then share them with others. 

to top it all off, meghan came as her look-alike

* why, it's john jacob jingle heimer schmidt, of course!