Rodeo!

Yesterday I went to the Logger Rodeo. The rodeo is awesome just in the fact that it's a rodeo but here are OTHER reasons why it was SUPER awesome:

1. All the cowboys wear pink shirts (breast cancer awareness fundraiser)
2. Beer garden
3. Making friends with one of the business man cow milkers (bonus awesome point to this one, his name was Maynard)
4. Two EMS runs! - not awesome in the traditional sense, but both guys were OK which was def awesome
5. Text messages where my friends threaten to bury me with a back-ho
6. Proclaiming a performing family at the rodeo the "Osmonds of Rodeo"
7. The queen getting bucked off her horse
8. Cowboys
9. Tight jeans
10. Somehow all the Sedro-Woolley cowboys have southern accents ... I've never understood that
11. Meeting up with dudes from the rodeo at the bar haha, classy
12. That might actually be it

In other news, I think my upstairs neighbors lit off some fireworks inside, my ears are ringing ...

I wish I was creative

I found a cool website. Well I didn't, but one of my favorite bloggers did! It's called Sleeveface, and it's three shades of awesome.

Also my pretty much favorite blogger ever can be found at www.j-walkblog.com

chikity check it

-Dirty Diana

Michael Jackson

OK, freakish? Yes. Abnormal? Yes. Most likely driven insane by his fame, popularity, media, and stunted maturity? Definitely. Complete and utter musical genius? Without a doubt.

Of course he freaks me out, and whatever he has done in his personal life I either don't want to know the truth about or would like to believe is just media hype. He's a weirdy that's for sure. However, he is an icon for hundreds of reasons and his music is legendary. I don't know if I'm really sad about it, but I am surprised.

I can distinctly remember dancing around when I was young in my parents' living room to Thriller. Amazing album. And I'm pretty sure I only listened to his Number Ones album for my entire Junior year of High School.

We have lost a legend.

the crib!

OK, spoke to the landlord on the phone, I have until next Friday (the 19th?) to go look at the apartment and decide if I want to live there. I can tell pretty much unequivocally that I DO want to live there, but I suppose it makes sense to look at it none the less. She however ask me several semi embarrassing questions that make me an excellent renter,

1. Can you afford the cheap rent I will offer you?
2. Do you have a job?
3. Can I call since you may be lying about this job?
4. Do you live all alone with no room mates or LIVE IN BOYFRIENDS!?!?
5. Do you have any animals, which I countered with, CAN I HAVE A KITTY!?!? (The answer was yes by the way, except it can't be a tom cat that I don't "fix. My thought those was 'who the ef wants or even like tomkat, one's too short, and one's Katie Holmes)

So all in all pretty good convo. Now I just have to go take a peeksy and start packing all my shit. I hate moving and packing, so if anyone would like to volunteer to come up and help me move I would greatly appreciate it. I tend to pay any love birds who help me this way with loads of pizza and beer. Pretty sweet deal if you ask me. Plus you can meet Sean Connery, or Sean-Con as Rachel calls him already. He will look like one of these little noodles:

GAHHHH

So apparently my friend's landlady is "very interested" in me. AWESOME. You know that this means I'm just one step closer to have a kitten named either finlayson or sean connery. Both for either a boy or girl. THEN I can officially grow into an old cat lady AND watch it do really cute stuff like this:


or something like this:


Oh Sean Connery, you skamp