Rules to Live By

1. Always dress for the occasion - extra points for subtlety.

2. Always be the loudest to "ooh" and "ahh" over the fireworks.

3. Try to learn the National Anthem of the country you were born into.

4. Share the story of Francis Scott Key to make other Americans feel lesser about their knowledge of their country.

5. Never voice opinions on American geography. It will always end badly.

DIY

Over the past couple of years I have been following some blogs of very creative people. Generally this just made me feel bad about myself....till one day I decided that I too can DIM (Do It Myself!)

For my first attempt of creativity I wanted to do something that wouldn't require too much effort. So I started with ones that were already semi cute.

Here they are half way through the process. It's amazing what a bit of sandpaper can do (and a LOT of arm strength)

I asked for a sky blue paint but once painted it just looked white, which is slightly disappointing. But I love the way the drawers look, with the dark wood showing through.

TA DA! Guess which bedside table belongs to whom? Or it it who?

Next: A Headboard!!

(Mum this would be a great time for you to come visit)

Because My Mother Requested a Blog

Summer is here and it's humid,

Will I survive? I'm taking bids.

My hair is now uncontrollable,

My skin.....inconsoable.

I wish I could be in England spending quids!

Check Out My Rack!

My ski racks have become obsolete since moving to Florida. But don't worry, I have found a new use for them: boogie boards. Now I don't have to be the girl driving the car with ski racks on the beach!

Easter

I just love Easter. In reality I love all holidays, they just make me so happy.

We had a great Easter. I was upset about not getting to participate in the Page family Easter Egg Hunt this year (I held the record for oldest participant, I assume Brianna took it this year) however this year I got my own personal Easter Egg Hunt (it is pretty embarrassing to have everyone watching you hunt for eggs.)

The weather was amazing and we got to play outside! We played corn husking, or as normal people call it bean bag toss and bocce ball. Due to Liljenquist competitiveness, I can see some very long and therefore very boring tournaments emerging from this.

All in all an excellent Easter. Although next year I hope I will have some competitors in the Easter Egg Hunt.

Yes this is how Trevor's hair really looks, a whole post on that to follow! Another interesting fact on Trevor, this was the first time we have seen him in anything other than sport shorts the whole time we have been here. It was an Easter miracle!

But Your So Old

Last night something amazing happened. The Beach Boys and John Stamos were in town and decided to sing to me... after I bought a ticket and fought my way through the crowds.

They performed at Universal Studios as part of the Mardi Gras concert series. There was even a Mardi Grad parade where Kevy won me lots of beads. Please don't ask how.

All, 1 1/2, of the currently living Beach Boys were there. They were looking, as my Grand father would say, "very mature." How they still managed to hit all those high notes, I'll never know. Falsetto has never been my thing, thankfully that doesn't stop me from singing along.

You're in for a treat: you can hear both Kevin and I singing in this one.

John Stamos or Uncle Jessie, as I like to call him, was so fantastic. The crowd around me didn't seem to hold the same appreciation. There is always one annoying person at a concert, and I am afraid last night it was me. Only because the crowd around us was literally DEAD. The guy next to me didn't even blink! I didn't let that ruin my fun, I still danced, sung and screamed my heart out. And Katie (a fellow and devout "Full House" and "Jessie and The Ripers" fan) I took these shots of Uncle Jessie just for you, ENJOY!

(NB - A year or so ago Kevin let me chose our Rock Band name and I chose: Kevy and The Knickers. Need I say more?)

Katie I accidentally turned it off when I was trying to zoom in (blame enthusiasm), see below for the remaining 2 mins of Uncle Jessie singing. Everyone else has permission to skip.)

So I tried to film this "mature" couple a million times, but could never quite get it timed right with the lights. They swayed together the whole night. When I'm that old, I hope Kevin and I will be swaying and singing along at a Miley Cyrus concert.

Kevin gets full credit for the blog title. First person to name that movie wins a packet of gum! (And Michelle, you can hold me to that.)

A Pain In My Rear End

On monday afternoon I was in a slight fender bender. The driver behind me found it difficult to hit the break and decided to use my car to stop. The car hit me enough to push me into the car in front of me and then into the car in front of that car. The best part of this 4 car pile up, all 4 drivers were women. There is nothing more satisfying then living up to your stereotype!

The poor Rav has seen better days. My car has lost about 5 inches in length, and considering it wasn't very big to start with, that 5 inches hurts.

I took my car in this week to get repaired and was given the choice of 5 rental cars. Four were very boring sedans, and then there was my choice:

It makes me so happy to think as I am driving along, that a child/teenager/adult in a passing car is hitting their fellow passengers yelling "punch buggy." My selfless choice of car rentals is bringing so much joy to others. And to be honest, it is pretty fun to drive.