Riot and Frolic

This is not a comprehensive list.  It's just whatever came to mind in my attempt not to sum up 2011 or make predictions for 2012.  

Right!

If you missed yesterday, you really missed out and you should hit that "previous" button up there and check it out.  

You SHOULD know what Ryan Gosling was talking about, but if you don't, then you need to jump on the "I love ballroom dancing" wagon and see the GREATEST BALLROOM DANCE MOVIE OF ALL TIME.

Strictly Ballroom, people.  Watch it.  

It's true life.

NEXT!

My bro-in-law just shared some neat news with us and that made me remember to check out the furniture he's been making via The Interwebs on this thing called A Website.

Turns out, HE MAKES AWESOME STUFF!  OUT OF RECLAIMED BARNS!  Holy crap, how much do I want one of the aaaaaaaaamazing dining room tables?  SOOOOOO MUCH!  (It looks like this table and Strong Oaks Woodshop takes requests, so…)

NEXTLY!

This song rocks.  The video rocks (only this acoustic version video, the real video frightens me a little).

V and I sing it.   Yes, my 3 year old and I sing it.  She nails it.  I don't.

Mae Cake says "Mommy!" each time she sees Janelle Monáe, which I take as a huge compliment since I am neither a fantastic singer or a black lady workin' some fabulous hair.  In truth, my hair is rarely fabulous.  And I couldn't even be described as "tan".  But thanks, Mae, really.

MY LIFE IS BETTER BECAUSE OF MY KITCHENAID MIXER!

Just for kicks, I mixed up my awesome turkey-gorg burgers in it.  Because I could.  And I did.  

Then I washed the bowl, and dried it, just so I could see my happy face shining back at me.  

IT'S SO BIG!

That's what…  *sigh*

My new purse.  

Through an amazing set of circumstances involving a very helpful blog commenter and my freakishly sneaky and neato friends, I got my bag.  

I sneaked six cans of soda into a movie theater.  And I still had all my regular junk in it (wallet, diapers enough for the Octomom's babies, phone, lighter for the occasional cig, two baby bottles, etc.).  Oh, and 3 bags of candy.  

Huge.  No joke.  

And yet my grandma-in-law and little sisters-in-law and everyone else that I've run into loves it.  

I'm cool.

I SCOOTED ON DECEMBER 31!

I don't have a picture, but I scooted around town on Killer (yes, he has a name now) on December 31.  In Minnesota.  

I felt like a bad ass.  On my 50cc moped.  

Don't judge me.

I'm pretty sure I'll start spy training any day now.  That's how BA I am.

And then I will make out with him.

So, winning!

UPDATE!———- 1/5———-

THIS FACT…

5. In the 1980s, Pablo Escobar’s Medellin Cartel was spending $2,500 a month on rubber bands just to hold all their cash.

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