So long Astoria, found a map to buried treasure, something something something best of friendships

I watched The Goonies this weekend, and was a little taken aback by a couple things in the closing scene.  If I had been present in Astoria that morning, I would have offered up two pieces of advice.

For Chunk:  You can’t just tell Sloth that he is going to live with you for the rest of his life.  I know you really love him, but that’s a huge commitment, and you need to run that by your mom.

For Clark:  However affectionately you might mean it, you really shouldn’t say to a girl: “Your looks wouldn’t be too bad if your face didn’t get in the way.”  

Here’s to a long life of solitude and bitterness for you, kiddo.







Goonies!

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My new name is Tootie

Anna Leisa and I had a chance to hang out with the Stahl boys last night.  We had a lovely little conversation with Josh that went a little something like this:

Josh:  You tooted.

me:  What?

AL:  He said you tooted.

me:  I certainly did not toot.

Josh:  You tooted.

me:  I really did not toot, Josh.

(AL is laughing)

Josh: …I’m going to call you Tootie.

Yeah? Well, as they say, young Josh: whoever smelt it is surely that which dealt it.

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Co-worker Conversations

Yesterday I was leaving the breakroom, carefully carrying a cup filled with much-anticipated water, when one of my co-workers walked past. 

We had this brief exchange:

Co-worker:  “Hi, Christine!  How are you?”

Me:  “Oh, I’m good.  How are you?”

Co-worker:  “Good.  You look like the cat that the canary.”

Me:  “…what?”

Co-worker:  “You know, what does a cat that ate a canary look like?”

Me:  “…”

Then we parted ways.



Wait.  What?

Is it because I’m wearing red and brown today?  Like blood and brown feathers?  I don’t get it.  Is it because I’m young?  Like a cat?

Much like on this day, my confusion compelled me to do a little research.  A quick google search taught me that to look like a “cat that ate the canary” means to look:

smug (smŭg)

adj., smug•ger, smug•gest.

Exhibiting or feeling great or offensive satisfaction with oneself or with one’s situation; self-righteously complacent: “the smug look of a toad breakfasting on fat marsh flies” (William Pearson).

Wait.

What?

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Monday Night Date

Yesterday I had a playdate in St. Paul with Lane and Matias!

Upon my arrival, Lane boasted of Matias’ newly formed mullet/bald spot:

Then we flipped him around and he charmed us with his baby wiles:

 

Then we danced:

Then Matias proclaimed his hunger by feverishly attempting to eat his mother:

Then my camera ran out of batteries, so we had to stop documenting the cute.  In stead, we took Matias’ suggestion and dined.  We ate our picnic under the trellis in the backyard.  The neighbors were listening to the soundtrack to West Side Story.

Afterwards, we went on a carride to the magical world of Walgreen’s. To Lane’s chagrin and befuddlement, the Ramones’ Blitzkrieg Bop was playing over the speakers.  We discussed the strangeness of this as Matias passive-aggresively collapsed onto Lane’s forearm for a nap. 

Then we went out for ice cream and made friends with a couple and their newborn.  They were really nice, and the hot topic was…you guessed it: “babies!”

After returning home, Lane changed his diaper and played his buttcheeks like they were a set of drums. He seemed to enjoy this immensely and he’s going to be so embarassed when I remind him of that every time I see him for the rest of my life.

The end. Thanks for hanging out with me last night, 2/3 of the Vega family!

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13.1!

Whether rain or shine:

Way to go ladies!

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