Don't you agree!??! GAH! She's so stinkin' cute!!! Yup, strawberry-blond...jealous? I am.
B as Cindy Lou Who for Halloween
Why? Because her off-the-charts precocious big brother is going as the Grinch. In all seriousness, I'm pretty sure it might be the cutest thing ever. :) My brother sent me these pics this morning, and I nearly danced with delight. I love her SOOO much! Too bad she lives in VA. I wish I could see her in person to get the whole package. Her little voice is totally naturally raspy. Like, raspy as in they took her to the doctor to make sure her vocal chords were alright. She's fine; she just gets to sound adorably raspy her whole life. AND a lisp. So cute. Add that to this fabulous idea...costume. contest. winner. Done.
Welcome, friends. 'Tis well known that I have university allegiance issues. One large chunk of my closet plays host to a myriad of t-shirts, hoodies, and fleeces. Even now, I'm sitting in my office on the Y's campus with a red UofU candy jar on my desk, a Y golf towel on the wall, and my oh-so-warm navy USU fleece jacket on my coat-hanger-dealy-whopper. Aggies, Utes, Cougars...I love them all. Back off, I have my reasons (12 years of college earns you that right).
(Rach and Heid, keep reading all they way through... you'll like it.)
Once upon a time (7 freaking years ago), when I ever-so reluctantly moved down here, I got an earful of crap about this being "the lord's university" (purposefully uncapitalized). Back then, I used to stun Utah County smack-talkers/make them fiercely angry by saying, "No matter how deeply you cut a cougar, they still bleed red." (OH man. Don't ever say that to a Y fan unless you're willing to deal with the aftermath...it's not really worth it, actually.) Please, people. Brigham Young, himself, actually founded the U, not the Y. And, BYU's president graduated from the U, and (at the time I moved down here) the U's from the Y.
What the?! Hang on for a second while I climb down from this soapbox....ok...moving on...
BUT. That said, reasons like this most awesome one below currently have the color of my blood leaning toward the blue side more than ever before. Even Y-haters like my sister R can't argue with this stroke of Bronco's brilliance. I don't even know if people outside of avid BYUTV watchers know about Thursday's Heroes, but they should. This is good stuff. Maybe if every college football team had something like this to play for...
Thursday's Hero--Brigham Larkin
My fave part is the look on Coach's face when he gives away his hat. With a wink and a trigger, you. are. awesome.
Go on. Grab a Kleenex and watch another. Each one is as splendidly, awe-inspiringly awesome as the next.
So, once upon a time, I used to be a die-hard costumer...though, I think that had more to do with the three ladies in our town who generously gave out home-made glazed doughnuts on Halloween than anything else, let's be honest. However, with age came waning interest, a lack of homemade glazed goodness, and increased laziness in the dress-up venue. Another contributing factor to consider: I hate dressing up for parties on/near my birthday! Nobody else is expected to do that when their birthday is, say, March 19th or August 27th, right?(Except you, Wend. Duly noted, my fine Hallow's Eve friend.)
However, on random occasion, I have been persuaded to revisit my stubbornness. A few years ago, my roomies really REALLY wanted me to dress up for Halloween. I told them the only way I would even consider it, was if they came up with an uncannily awesome idea, a crowd-wower, one for the ages...
Boy, did they deliver:
The S'more
I do have a picture of us just standing together, but 1) I'm too lazy to scan it and 2) this is SO much better. C and I are the graham crackers--the huge fridge boxes we had were spray-painted to look somewhat like graham and then taped to us. S is the chocolate--again with the spray-paint and tape. And M is the marshmallow, replete with an Ella-original white spandex suit stuffed to the hilt with white balloons. (We also all had our piece of the goodness face-painted on our cheeks.)
Seriously? It was awesome just when we were standing...or trying to walk/dance (ward party) because the boxes hit about mid-calf, and poor M could barely move (have you ever seen a 5' tall marshmallow try to boogie?...funny stuff). However, we decided to up the ante: each time anyone asked any of us what we were... "SSSSMMMOOORRREEEEE!!!!", and then we'd all run to the center of the room...and dogpile.
HILARIOUS. CLASSIC. PAINFUL. AWESOME. (Ok, really though...SERIOUSLY painful. I do not recommend an evening full of dead-man falls without the ability to catch/protect yourself. If it hadn't been so dang funny, we never would have done it.)
If you know me, you know I have the coolest nieces and nephews. In the world. Seriously. They're all devastatingly handsome/drop-dead gorgeous and absolute rock stars. So, when R unearthed this timeless beauty, it HAD to be shared. I mean HAD to...
Once upon a time, the theme for Trenton's 24th was, "We're from the country and we like it that way." Well, duh. Obviously the float should emanate the essence of Tracy Byrd, right?The costumes, the scenery, it all dictated itself straight out of the song.But what are those crazy kids doing? Waving? Switching sides?? No, my friends. Those geniuses are DANCING. That's right. Homemade line-dance + adorable children = AWESOME.
This. Video. Slayed. Me.
Some referents to this year's float for your enjoyment (seriously, use the link so you can see the change...it's awesome):
The kiddo in the back who knows his stuff is now the handsome FBI agent/starting senior center on his football team (holy crap they grow so fast)
Pinky is now the blond bombshell in the Incredibles costume
Hips on the left with the great bangs is now actress extraordinaire starring as Edna with the fabulous sleeves
The little ropin' cowboy in the orange t-shirt is now Syndrome...and no, his giggle has not changed in this many years
Though we missed them this year, shiny gold shorts is now a junior, a lady-killer, and a soccer star and the child prodigy 3-year-old in white is now 11 and just getting ready to start breakin' hearts all over, just like his daddy did (and he's actually a very talented dancer...he got this one down after about 10 minutes, almost better than the rest of them)
Ignore the psycho teacher who walks through randomly...I have no idea who that is...
Pretty friggin cool, huh?! If you want to learn how to do it, she'll show you how on her blog tomorrow morning. It looks freakin' awesome to me!! http://www.chelles-creations.com/blog/
B as Cindy Lou Who for Halloween
B honing them pumpkin skillz at pre-school
