Monday, January 11, 2010

Photo Dump Day: ID No. 2010-1

Time to catch up, a lot going on here at Casa de Gnightgirl. Here's some news and random photos dating back to September.

I closed my last post by declaring that I was going to take 2010 by storm. Well, The first storm of 2010 set me straight on Friday morning. 1/4 mile from home I scooted over to let a big honkin' truck by, and ended up in this ditch:

It doesn't look very ditchy in this photo, but the right tires are in the ditch, and the left tires are spinning on ice. And spinning and spinning and spinning. I had to call Clint about 3 minutes after I left the house. Here he comes now, my knight in shining armor John Deere:

Toot, toot.

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Months and months ago I bought this transparent locket from I was convinced I could find hundreds of tiny doo-dads to put in it, and thus personalize every outfit, if I had this.

But no, I could never think of a thing, when it came down to it. So I wore it out on New Year's Eve in St. Louis, declaring that I'd take home one souvenir from every establishment of the weekend, in my necklace. Here it was after 3 days:

There's a label from Schlafly's brewery, the logo off the menu from The Broadway Oyster Bar, a logo from the calendar at TJ's Wings (where we rang in the new year), the word "Malt" off of a bottle of vinegar from Five Brothers Burger place, and the tip of a skinny little candle from a birthday surprise on Friday night. I am now in love with the necklace.

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Diane and I went out for Vietnamese food on Monday, for my birthday. Saigon in Savoy is now under new management, and the food is to die for. I had Pho, which was perfect on a subzero evening. We started out, though, with a Vietnamese shrimp salad. "Mild," I told our waitress, looking out for Diane, who's not big on spicy food.

Mild my a**, this salad almost burned our faces off. I'm a hot-pepper girl, but I was miserable after the first bite of this stuff, delicious as it was. Here's a flattering photo of Diane trying to regain composure as she snacks her way through her "mild" salad.

The waitress insisted she'd given us the mild salad, but methinks there was a mixup. She was a great waitress, nonetheless, and we had a wonderful time at dinner. I can hardly wait to go back for more Pho.

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I recently updated my facebook status with the observation that I could be in the Guinness Book of World Records for "The Person Having Misplaced The Most Lipbalms in A Lifetime." Clint's daughter and mother got right on that for Christmas, and I am now set for life in the lip balm department:

Last Wednesday night, I was all bundled up, standing in the kitchen talking to Clint while I slathered on that cinnamon one in the middle. It took me a minute of Clint's laughing to realized that the balm I'd selected actually had a tint, and I'd spread it all over my face. I almost went out with red clown lips! How embarrassing would that have been? Of course, after a few pints, I was compelled to re-enact my near glamour faux-pas for everyone at the table. It's not embarrassing if you meant to do it.

Here are some pheasants in a field south of our house. Who doesn't think it's more fun to call them peasants?

Here's a fun sign I spotted at Oktober Fest in St. Louis:


This was a very popular booth. Go figure.

Also at Oktoberfest, the most interesting incense...uh....flavors. I'm not sure if I really want to know what a Booty Call smells like. Butt Naked could be iffy, too.

These were taken over Labor Day weekend, a month before Brian deployed. He brought his new gear along to show us, and let me have a spin in his new vest.

This vest weighs 100 million pounds, which is supposedly lighter than the vest he had to wear on his first tour. The great thing about this one is that it has a rip-cord, and, when pulled, the vest instantly falls off into several pieces. This was designed to let soldiers escape their armor instantly, and thus more easily maneuver out of burning vehicles. How comforting.

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Here's Minx. When you tell her to get off of the island, she'll hop down and sit in the chair. Isn't that cute?

Also cute is that I swear to God, the cat can say "Ma-ma." It's usually in the morning when the alarm goes off, or when she rushes to meet us when we get home from work: "Ma-ma! Ma-ma!" She calls Clint Ma-ma too; give her a break, she's just a little kitty.

Most frustrating, though, is that I can't get her to do it on command, and no one but Clint or myself has witnessed our brilliant talking cat. No amount of prompting or petting or mewling back at her will get her to perform for me, and I'm sure people have stopped coming to my house for having to sit through my efforts...again. I WILL get a video of her cute self, this year, and who will be laughing then, huh?

And a sneak preview of the next blog post: The best birthday present ever:

All mine.

I have been giddy for a week. Tune in next time!


  1. Hi, Lori,
    Happy belated birthday and I am glad to know that you like the Pho at the Vietnamese restaurant. -Tien :)

  2. june in florida4:27 PM

    Love your locket. Now if those pheasants were really peasants you could put them to work mowing the back forty.

  3. I love your photo dumps! happy sigh. Now I feel all caught up.

  4. Anonymous5:15 PM

    SO MUCH SNOW! We drive down 5-6 hours so that we see some snow covered mountains and play in the white soft goodness of it :D

    The car tire spinning doesn't give a good happy in sunny california ;)

    Oh...belated, but hearty 'HAPPY B'DA!' dear.Wish you many more Yummy Pho dinners, but maybe not that 'mild' :)

  5. Great pics! I am also in love with your locket. In the picture of you in the vest it looks like you are thinking of situations of your son wearing it. Very touching. And I believe you about the cat. When Jake would play with his little camouflage mouse he would say repeatedly, "My Mouse, My Mouse!" And I can't wait to hear about the secret room.

    Oh, when Kate was about 7 we stopped in an iffy store off of the highway. We had to stand in line at rush hour with a bunch of laborers getting their giant bottle of cheap beer. She spied some weird incense like that and right out loud for everyone to hear asked, "Mommy, what's 'Pussy'?"

  6. I love you too, Cynthia.

    Tien, thanks. I crave the Pho now!

    Geewits: Too funny about the incense. kids (and cats) say the darndest things.

  7. PPD, my favorite of all your posts. LOVE the necklace! And we rang out 2009 with Pho. Must be a good sign for us both, right? Right!


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