My New Obsession!

 I LOVE FALLOUT BOY!!! Thanks to my brother I'm strung on this band called FallOut Boy. What!? YOU DON'T KNOW THEM! They wrote and preformed the song Sugar, We're Goin' Down. Some other songs are: Dance, Dance, This Ain't a Scene, It's an Arms Race (video continuation of dance, dance). Currently they are "taking a break"
  Some of you might know their bassist, Pete Wentz who married Ashlee Simpsons and had a beautiful baby boy together. Their son, Bronx, is VERY CUTE! He's got chubbs! Sadly, they are divorced now and FallOut Boy is still not working. I know you are thinking " What does Pete's marriage and the band not working have to do with each other?" Well, Pete's reason for the break was because he was starting a family. I quote, " We still don't know the future for FallOut Boy." said the members.
  Hahaha I sound like I'm part of a magazine. Well any-hoo if you wanna know more there is this new thing called. . . .wait for it. . . . WIKIPEDIA !!!!!

You May SNIFF the Bride!

  My friends Cait and Jord (nicknames for privacy purposes) both have a dog. Cait has Spud and Jord has Lilly. Well, us three girls decided to marry them. Spud and Lilly were caught flirting and that's when the idea popped up! Cait and I planned the wedding and Jord just prepped up the bride. Cait found a recipe for Carrot and Peanut Butter cake. Yeah sounds gross I know, it was. Then again it was for dogs.After we baked the cake, Cait had to go home. I packed a picnic basket full of Kool-Aid, the cake, cups, and straws.
  I video taped the wedding on my phone. It was short and sweet. Spud wore my old black leotard with his black harness and a leash. Lilly wore a white shawl for her shoulders (also plays as a vale) and a white tu-tu. Check out the pics!    

 

Raining On My Parade

  When Pop was visiting we decided to take him to a baseball game at the Durham Bulls Stadium. (That doesn't mean I live in Durham or near Durham) So we get ready to go at like 5 : 15 p.m. It's nice and HOT outside when we leave. We finally get to the stadium and find our seats. My dad is like, "See this is SO foul ball territory!"  I wanted to catch a ball but I couldn't find my mitt, so we go to the shop. OF COURSE THE MITTS ARE SOLD OUT! I buy a hat (that I now LOVE) and we get food, then head back to our seats.
  The first rain drops hit our heads, then by the time we get to our seats it is POURING RAIN. We have to stand in the tunnel for a while, then go back, then back inside, then out. You get the picture, it was like that all day until finally they called the game back on. It's like 8 and the game still hasn't started. Then it really starts pouring, with lightning and thunder. RETREAT!!!!! On the first few drops my mom and I are like, " WE AREN'T MOVING. IT'S JUST WATER." When it comes down hard, we run.
  We stand under the roof for a bit (like 20 minutes) then decide to leave. I kept thinking, "This is what I get for praying last night... Sorry God for not going to Church." But it turns out that is what happens when more than 2 blood line Goobers are united. My dad was doing the "rain dance" earlier that day saying, "I hope it rains 'cause our lawn needs the water." Then, when it rained my Pop said, " Gosh, I hope there won't be lightning."

  SO, what I think is 1 Goober hoping for something to happen + 1 Goober hoping something DOESN'T happen = Both happening.

  What good came out of it:
There was a black out where we lived and we lit some candles and talked. My dad and Pop told funny stories of when my dad was little! (my brother wasn't there, he went to bed) Plus, I peed in the dark. TEE HEE