Monday, January 22, 2007

lindsay's big three ohhhh

lindsay turned 30 this last saturday. in a powerful send off to her twenties she went to bed really early on friday night...much to my grey's anatomy loving dismay.

saturday morning we had brunch:

french scrambled eggs
caramelized onions, salt, ground pepper cooked with olive oil and butter

hash browns
cube red potatoes
boil until soft
fry in evoo and butter
season with tony chachere's

soak oats overnight with pressed organic apple juice, cinnamon, 2 T yogurt and 1 C rappadura or cane sugar

french toast casserole/ bread pudding:
i basically cut up a loaf and a half of french bread
made an egg mixture of 12 eggs, 3T good vanilla, 2 T cinnamon, 1/2 C rappadura, 1/2 C maple syrup.
butter (heavily, i actually used honey butter) a 9x13 glass baking pan
dump cut up bread in pan.
pour egg mixture over bread and soak over night
before baking place dollops of butter on top
bake at 350 degrees for 40 mins. broil for 5
sprinkle with powdered sugar

daniel came over and helped make carrot orange juice

these hoodlums thought that being handsome and happy was enough
in the kitchen: wrong

the spread and the kick off of the 30's!

lindsay tried to smooch eli, he was more interested in dancing
sorry linds
30 or not, you gotta work on your skills

she just puts them all right to sleep

i treated lindsay to mani/pedis
it was the best mani/pedi place i have been to in this area.
the chairs were heaven

they kept wanting to cut hair. why in the world would
they think that?
can someone say medusa?

we stopped by a furniture store after we pigged out at our
favorite Vietnamese restaurant.

lindsay feel in love with this secretary.
i did too
now we have to arm wrestle.
it will be mine, oh yes, it will be mine

mom, should i buy this secretary?
that is a lie, she was talking to mitch, her little brother

we went to costco to by our turbo tax and
miraculously ran into the tillemann clan
PAR-TAY at costco

and ran home to start the poetry slam d'LinZ

everyone one brought awesome poems.

i don't think i can write them all, i am supposed to be packing paulette's here are some tastes...

from the desk of Kimber Cook

If lindsay were a piece of fruit,
well, I would surely pick her
And if she were a Popsicle
I'd simply have to lick her

If lindsay were a movie
she's be sold out every night
And if she had a nuclear bomb
Even Ghandi'd say "all right"

If Lindsay were a fancy dress
I'd definitely wear her
And if she were a chocolate bar
I might not want to share her.

If Lindsay were a loaf of bread
She'd be warm, whole wheat, and crusty
And if she were a doggy,
She'd be sweet, shed-free, and trusty

If Lindsay were a small, green plant,
she'd be a five-leaf clover
And if she were in Christian Pop
you can be that she'd cross over!

If Lindsay were an opera star
She'd make every note a WOW!
If she were the Grim Reaper
you'd so "OK, I'm ready now.

If Lindsay were an airline
she fly direct to all the cities
And if she were a cow
she'd get extra milk from extra titties

If Lindsay were a can of beans
her farts would never smell
I guess the bottom line is
We think Lindsay's pretty swell

this is frank reciting:
A Series of Haiku's for Lindsay Workman that Probably Only I Will Find Hilarious

Without Question
The greatest oratator
of our time - George W

I wrote that Haiku
to fight poem terrorism
Right here in 'mer-ca

Once a handyman
I still fear the fan above
Now I'm retired

I slept in your bed
As did I in Kimberly's
I chose Kimberly's

A man's dream come true
Watching Office Space in bed
With two hot women

A man's dream come true
Watching 24 in bed
With two hot women

Lindsay- [sic]
I've dated many
And each time you were helpful
Giving me advice

Shalise and I have
An announcement for you all

i want to share more poems and will but i am really being beckoned. more later. but check out these videos

if you watch this next view closely you will notice that marc is walking out of the house with my comforter. his son, issac, decided that he loved my bed so much, he PUKED on it. so you will see naked issac going out the door with mom and my comforter going home with them to get cleaned.

then liz spread some 30-year old cheer

madison channeled aerosmith and

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