CONTEST: What the $@*% is this?

And the weiner is...ah hem, I mean the winner is paintrly1! You are correct in saying that it is a picture of the inside of Gibson's ear. In case you forgot what the red haired little guy in the house looks like because I've inundated the blog with baby photos, here he is for reference.

I'm so excited about these comments for a few reasons: 1) 8 comments and only 3 from my family, woo hoo! 2) Marc Acito commenting on my blog is like being touched by celebrity! You may recall I've mentioned him before in the earliest of blog posts. 3) Thanks to the comment about alien vulva, I am reminded of another great blog post I've been wanting to do: what people google to find my blog...coming soon.

Thanks for playing along.


The first person who can tell me what this is a picture of will receive a $10 Starbucks card mailed to their house. The comments are open.

RULES:
One entry per person.
Entries must come through comments on the blog only.
My family ie. the guy that took the picture, his wife, and the man who sleeps in my bed at night are not eligible.
The winning answer will be the closest to what this actually is.

I will reveal the winner this evening.

The Guests are Coming, The Guests are Coming!

Floors vacuumed - check
Toilets scrubbed - check
House dusted - check
Dishes washed - check
Snacks in the fridge - check
Ingredients for Pumpkin Pancakes - check

Joy and Mark are flying in this afternoon for a week-end visit. DG and I are so excited. Joy has seen Denver many times before, but Mark was only here for roughly 24 hours for our wedding. So we want to give him the proper tour. Tonight, we're going downtown! Tomorrow, the mountains.

Oh and I've promised to give Joy her brown socks back.

Old Brown Socks

DG came home the other day, handed me a pair of brown socks he had found in his car and asked if they were mine? Though it was no bra or lace panties, my first response was, "who was stripping in the back of your car?" said with indignant indifference. Then I realized that when Joy was here, she had mentioned changing her socks in the car. I tossed them in the laundry and figured I'd give them to her when I saw her again.

Until the other night, when I needed a warm pair of socks to wear to bed, and I chose the clean brown ones in my drawer. As I put them on, I wondered what it would be like to walk in Joy's socks. Where had these socks been? Was the spirit of Joy going to be with me when I slept? Was I going to be a more compassionate and caring friend? What made Joy buy these socks? Did she miss them? I know none of these things.

Do you pay to mail socks back? If they are your absolute favorite socks, Joy, I will mail them back!

Too sad to write...

Joy left this morning *sniff* after our fun 48 hour extravangza. We hung out and coffee clutched Saturday afternoon while perusing houses for sale in Burbank before heading downtown to drink red wine and listen to a great jazz band. Cabbing home, these two desperate housewives stayed up giggling until 2:30am. Thank god Joy had the sense to say no when I wanted to open another bottle of wine before going to bed. After the dogs let us sleep in until 9am, I made an honorary breakfast of a crab cheese egg scramble. I was trying to recreate the lobster casserole that we ate every morning at The Island Inn on Monhegan when we were there for Joy's wedding. It was a really good substitute.



Crab Cheese Egg Scramble

5 eggs
1 can REAL crab meat
shredded cheddar cheese
3 green onions, chopped
some 1/2 and 1/2 (use at your discretion - a couple of tablespoon fulls is good)
salt and pepper
1TBL butter for frying

Scramble all of the above and cook. It is suprisingly tasty.

More on our adventures tomorrow, maybe when Joy sends me some pictures. I have to go to bed early tonight to recover from our trip!

While the Cat is Away...

my best friend JOY is going to visit!! David is leaving me to go to Washington D.C. this week-end with his sister to spend some time with his parents. His Dad wanted to go see an art installation there. Meanwhile, I got the efares yesterday and there was a direct flight from Burbank to Denver. Wow, what are the chances? So Joy booked her flight and is going to come hang out with me for the week-end so I won't be lonely.

We are going to hang out, drink wine, pet the dogs, wash our hands, make yummy dinner, eat pancakes, go to the art museum, snow shoe, act like girls, buy silly earrings and shop at funky stores. I will try to fit as much fun as possible into the 48 hours she is here.

If you have any suggestions as to what we should cook and what other activities we should do, let me know.