Some Other Random Things From Recently

I forgot to show you what the MASSIVE sandstorm that stranded us in the Phoenix airport looked like:

Sorry about my reflection in the window.

Also, in the last two weeks I have celebrated two of my favorite guys' birthdays: Chad and Andrew.
Chad's birthday was July 4th (conveniently easy to remember) and, because I know he wouldn't like it, I wont tell you that he turned 29. (Ooops! Sorry babe.) He was determined not to do any celebrating (he doesn't like the attention he says) and I was still in CA on his birthday, so the next weekend I made him a nice meal of Hawaiian Haystacks (his choice) and one of my Grandmother's famous chocolate cakes (mine tasted nowhere NEAR as good as hers!):

Then I remembered that he doesn't particularly care for chocolate on chocolate cakes. FAIL.

My little brother Andrew's birthday was July 13th. 22! I can't believe it. So, I took him to dinner at Happy Sumo (mmmm... sushi...), made him a [non-chocolate] cake (because he doesn't eat chocolate. What is with these guys and not wanting chocolate? Does not compute in my brain.) and then I took him to a 6:15pm preshowing of Harry Potter 7.2 the next day.

Yellow cake with a homemade cream cheese frosting. He said it was DELISH!

A horrible-quality pic of us in the theater.

Hopefully later tonight I'll have another post about my weekend!

Teaser

This past weekend was pretty much an epic blog post waiting to happen. It's been writing itself in my head for days now. But I don't have time to elaborate (and am not sure when that time will come), so until then, here's a teaser of all the things I have to tell you about:

Four 1-hour flights that lasted 10 hours.

Umpteen terrifying spider encounters.

One airport emotional breakdown.

One totally awesome experience.

Two sweet firework shows.

Many excellent family members.

One painting-limbo champion (yours truly).

An army of angels.

One extreme dust storm.

What it feels like to be ridiculously and painfully full after every meal.

Why you should never subject yourself to a three-day high off of paint fumes and cleaning products.


Ok, now don't let me forget!