The Demise of "Is"

I finally realized something the other day. CFHS English teachers killed my fun. Now, you might ask, "Why's that Clare? They gave you a ridiculously great education to a degree that most other high schoolers would kill for, especially when entering college and they realize they are screwed..." But its still true. I'm not sure which one of my glorious literary sunbeams it was, I've got it narrowed down to Timmins and Martin, but Martin is nowhere to be found on the interweb, so these two mug shots will have to do.

When writing papers, we were only allowed to have the words "is" or "be" twice on each printed page. All of the other sentences had to have other verbs. And it shines through when I write my facebook status. Writing "Clare is...." DRIVES ME INSANE. I will sit and think until I can phrase it some other way, or if I can't, I most of the time don't bother writing it.

That is incredibly messed up.

Throwback Thursday: Sturgis Falls

One of my first Sturgis Falls....ever, with my mother, and rocking the Sturgis Falls tshirt (which USED to be cool, until they started being all boring)

I am caught in a complex this weekend. Usually, at this point, I am prancing around in a gleeful manner, wishing it was the weekend. Because I am a true CF-er in my love for Sturgis Falls. I look forward to it ALL YEAR, and I miss it when I am away and unable to attend the town's glorious celebration. From the talent show on opening night to the Craft Fair on Sunday afternoon, I love it. The parade is the best though, my mom, brother, and grandparents all together. My mom goes early with the chairs for a primo spot. Then we join her and eat bagels and drink OJ and coffee as we watch completely awful floats, but still love every second of it.

But this year, I don't know...I'm just not feeling it. I still plan on going, but there isn't that buzz, that vibe. Hopefully that will change by tomorrow!

Sidenote: It's the worst weekend of my father's life. He hates it. In fact, Mr. Family Man pretty much refuses to attend any event Sturgis related. It's amusing.

Prescription for Travel Bug Bite?

The travel bug has struck again! I am headed to Los Angeles in September, and maybe, just maybe *fingers crossed* to Peru in October, so traveling has been on the brain recently. I did quite a bit of Los Angeles research today, as Becca posted an awesome list of things that we might be doing that weekend, and it just makes me want to go out and see a million things that I have never seen or done before.

I blame my jet set family! In the good way of course. My mom and I hit Chile when I was in the 7th grade (South America seems to be the locale for mother/daughter trips) but our first international vacay as a family wasn't until the summer before my freshman year of high school to the land of Deutschland. My parents lived there for a few years while my dad still worked for IBM and wanted to take the whole clan back to relive the memories.

We stayed with their friends for a few days when we first got there, friends that had three daughters. Its rather obnoxious and makes you hate American schooling when the girl half your age knows more Latin than you do of German. She chose Latin before English, and I already barely got along with people younger than me, so let's just assume that those communications and relationships were very limited.

The trip was amazing though. We did Germany, Austria, and a brief jaunt into Lichtenstein over the three weeks we were there. I kept a journal on my palm pilot. Only to realize that when your palm pilot runs out of batteries, it loses all of the information on it. Yup, less than awesome. But I have moments that will always stick out in my head. Our time at the Wirths is pretty clear, as well as the Salt Mines in Austria.

My favorite by far was the Eagles Nest (Hitler's secret mountain top bunker, see above) It was gorgeous up there. We also saw Auschwitz, Neuschwanstein, Insbruck, and Munich.



While we were in Berlin, it was the same time as the Love Parade (move over Boston, Love Parade wins in the Gay Pride contest). We were in a shop buying a Love Parade shirt, as well as bright green shoelaces, when we were evacuated out of the back of the shop by the workers because of a bomb threat empty suitcase outside in the square. Crazy moment!

Abrupt end of post. Must resist urge to scratch travel bug bite better next time...

He let me win at Yankee Doodle...

Oh daddy....You always put the rah rah in my sis boom bah!
Happy Father's Day to the man that:
-Read me at least one chapter a night before bed from the girliest of girl books for so many years
-Bought me anything I could ever want, just to see me happy to receive it
-During evening songs, would cheat at Yankee Doodle, but somehow still let me win
-Played the Oreo game and the pizza game for hours
-Took me to breakfast on spelling test days so we could practice over bagels
-Woke up extra early so we could get juice at the gas station before jazz band at 7am
-Gave me away at my wedding
-Takes his family to DisneyWorld every year, everyone, for the best week of all of our year
-Plays the game "how much stuff in your car can I play with and move" while riding shotgun
-Refuses to eat peas
-Loves cherry pie
-Knows the lifestyle of "Whatever you want dear"
-Knows when to let it go
-Knows when to keep pushing
-Makes a mean scrambled egg
-Cares about everyone, even the ones that drive us crazy
-Likes to talk in the voice of a 6 year old at LEAST once a week

-Took my kitty to the vet when she was hurt, no matter how much it cost
-Takes his son on baseball trips for that manly bonding
-Helps everyone out, only asking that they do the same for someone else
-No strings attached
-Loves the Chicago Cubs, despite how much they suck.
-Is like a little kid on Christmas morning
-Drives way too fast
-Is the most perfect daddy in all the world!

Throwback Thursday: 80s Style

Holy 80s Batman. Will you look at that computer? Like seriously, its freaky how much our technology has progressed in 20 years. We probably can't even imagine in our little brains what will exist in the next 20. But I am for sure praying that I will not be sporting that haircut again. OR that sweatshirt. Cause whoa buddy. Fashion police for the four year old! Stat!

Wednesday. Work Week Wretchedness.

Wednesdays suck for all people that have real life jobs. Ones where they sit at a desk all day, toiling over numbers and reports and customers that like to complain... The same is true for Tim, who, because of his work, we are not in Boston this month like we had planned to be. So here's to his favorite place on earth!









It would be a titch bit warm right about now, but only nine more months til next years spring break! (Yes, he is counting already)

Get Fuzzy Gets Funny!

Comics these days aren't what they used to be. It takes a lot for me to even give one chuckle to most. But this had both Tim and I actually laughing outloud.

For those computer inept, click on the comic to make it bigger so you can read the hilarity!



You're welcome.

#569 not to have kids

This amuses me GREATLY. And would also make a great cat hat.....