man, i can't wait to go home and put on my pajamas and just chill out on the internet tonight. this weekend was awesomely insane.

friday night michelle and i went and saw cypress high's winter band show extravaganza spectacular thingamajig. our sister brittanie was an amazingly good snack bar salesgirl and not only enticed us both into getting chips and sodas, but also gave us the proper $1 total and the correct change for the $1 we each gave her. she didn't perform friday, but she'll be in the band's last show of the year this thursday, so hopefully michelle and i can make it to that, too.

i can't wait to develop the buttload of pictures i've taken in the last two weeks, because danielle's costume for the drumline show was purchased at your local salvation army for like 3 bucks total and was to die for, including vertical striped bellbottom pants, platform shoes, and a huge afro wig. the wig, i think (i hope) was new. or at least had been lysol'd or something. but man that shit was funny. the drumline show was one of the coolest i've ever seen. the rest of the show was pretty cool, i loved the jazz band's cover of "spinning wheel", accompanied by michelle's lamentations that pets.com and their hilarious puppet dog commercials ever went under...

saturday morning i went with michelle and her family to sea world - it blew my mind how much that place has changed since i last went (probably back in high school or so, so over 10 years). it's just blown up. hailey was completely jazzed about getting a disposable camera to document the event, and it was so neat to watch how hard she concentrated before taking pictures.

what cracked me up the most about sea world was the shamu show. number one, they called every single killer whale in the show shamu, regardless of the fact that they all looked distinctly different. even when more than one killer whale was performing stunts. which just made it ridiculous. but even better than that, this whale was doing a trick where he was supposed to swim around while the trainer talked about how these whales are superskilled killers when it comes to catching dinner. and then at the end of the blurb the whale jumps up in the air to show off his teeth and when he does they play this soundbyte of a lion roaring. it's supposed to make him look more fierce, but it really just makes the whole thing silly. also, i bet a bunch of kids went home telling their parents "HEY LOOK, I'M A KILLER WHALE! ROOOOOOAR!!!" and then years from now they'll get laughed out of school for turning in a report about the majestic roar of the killer whale.

after sea world we went back to michelle and joe's place to open birthday presents and eat cake with jacob - he loved the darth vader helmet i got for him, but doesn't like putting things on his head so he won't wear it. but he really likes to have other people wear it. maybe he'll warm up to it?

sunday morning josh and i drove out to his parents place in redlands for birthday shenanigans for his brother and cousins, and good times were had all around. i ate three pieces of cake. THREE PIECES!!! i freaking love cake! the party was good time chatting and laughs and beer and holy crap it was hot in redlands this weekend. probably up near 100, if not hotter.

also, apparently there's been a bear running around the land near the house, and josh and i were more than a little disappointed that we didn't see him. i don't wanna run into this 800 pound thing up close you understand, but it'd be cool to see a bear in its natural habitat, you know what i mean?

yesterday we hung out in redlands with josh's mom - cleaned up a bit from the party, sweated our butts off in the heat, had some tasty olive garden for lunch. went to costco and bought a can of air to clean up my dusty computer, and then we all went to see the new will ferrell flick, kicking and screaming. if i were you, i'd skip it. and if someone wants you to go, you should warn them that the only way you'll walk into that theater is kicking and screaming. it wasn't a bad movie, understand, but it was helluv slow, and the only good parts were where will ferrell and mike ditka were yelling at each other, and when will ferrell was making an ass of himself. watched some antiques roadshow until it was time to go home, ate some mac and cheese a'la josh, watched some harvey birdman, went to sleep way too late.

was this enough of a detailed recounting of the weekend? why the hell do i always do that? what a weirdo. 'kay bye.