a definite difference between boys and girls

What-ever.

VOTE, VOTE, VOTE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This is another bragging post about my cousin Kai Kalama. He's up tomorrow night and we need to send the votes through the roof! Here's a link for a great website that Kay put up, you can get all the latest info and voting tips. Go Kai!!!!!!!!!!!!!

More marshmallowey goodness...

This Saturday morning as I was pretending to sleep (for some reason, no one argues, fights or bugs me when I'm pretending to sleep) someone tip-toed into my room, patted my head, pulled the covers over my shoulders and then kissed me on the cheek. Any guesses who it was?

I will KEEL the girl that breaks his heart.

The child formerly known as Random

I'm going to officially change Random Child's stage name to Marshmallow Head. And here's why.

First, a background on the moniker, "Marshmallow Head". Long ago, when Marshmallow was a wee lad of 2, Mr. Manly and I went to check in on him in his bed. We first looked lovingly at his brother Responsible Child (with whom he still shared a bed), sleeping sweetly and he was so handsome, with nicely proportioned features. Then we looked over and Marshmallow and we both started laughing. Compared to his brother he had this HUGE honkin' face and head! HUGE!! You know, like the "So I Married An Axe Murderer", ginormous, got it's own solar system noggin. And so we started calling him Marshmallow Head. This name was also very fitting because he is naturally so soft and sweet and gooey.

In the past he's had his share of Love/Hate relationships, especially with Hannah Montana. But I could never really figure that one out because he really likes High School Musical. Isn't that the same thing?

He has also had his heart broken.

And now I'm kind of worried. He nervously asked me for some paper for some Valentines yesterday. I told him that I had already purchased some very manly Power Ranger cards that he could use. Again, he nervously asked me for some paper and I left it at that. And then I found this amazing valentine that he had drawn:

I just don't know what I'll do if she laughs or makes fun of him. I might just be suffering from a broken heart right along with Marshmallow Head.

Diary of a model.

Are Squeaky's clothing choices merely random, or is she a fashion prodigy? You be the judge.

Exhibit #1Haven't I seen that look on the runway before?


Oh yes. That's Herve Leger's famous "Bandage Dress". You are clever my little cabbage.

Exhibit #2
Is it a shirt or a scarf? Or both? You are blowing my mind Squeaky!

Exhibit #3
Repurposing underwear as outerwear.


Sorry, Madonna but Squeaky does it better (I promise, promise that was a clean pair).

Exhibit #3
Who said that Grunge was dead?

Exhibit #4
It's all about the boots.
For the record, Mileys picture was just taken a couple of weeks ago, and Squeaky's was taken in November of last year. Miley, I think you should give credit where credit is due. You should also wear longer skirts.

Exhibit #5
It just keeps getting better, doesn't it?


And lastly, Exhibit #6 (Borrowing brothers suit jacket)


This is a look that rocked the fashion world back in 1999, and the clever little monkey is bringing it back.

Yikes!

This is a quick blurb for my YARDSALEMONKEY site. If you're short on cash, you can check out what I did to get 2-$500 Visa cards. You can click HERE or click on the link on the side to re-direct.

I don't have much to report or say (surprise, surprise). But I'll just ramble a little bit. Lots of big things going on this week. Kai was fabulous on AI. Definitely not a ship singer.

Then, free donuts at Krispy Kreme on Inauguration Day. Except, they were not free at the Orem location. I'm guessing that the poor guy running the store was still bent-out-of shape about losing the elections and decided to stick it to everyone by not offering us free, heavenly, calorie laden, donuts of joy. Now listen, if you're familiar with my political persuasion, you know that I voted for the other white meat, but even I think it's pretty heartless to deny artery clogging treats to the masses. Boo to you Krispy Kreme man!

Oh, and I love Spam Musabi and people. I know many of you are grossing out right now because the thought of Spam is repulsive, even hearing the name may be repulsive. But just wait, I'm going to gross you out even more. I was recently told that Fijieans of old, preferred Spam because it reminded them of human flesh. Oooh this is good. I've always been a people-person and now I know why. I just loooove people. And Spam.

Lifestyles of the rich and famous.

Rich maybe not, famous yes! I've gotta blog and brag about my familia. I come from a family with oodles of musical and artistic talent. Here's a short list of the cards we're holding: We've got two bona-fide models, several recording artists, loads of cousins who worked as Gondoliers at the Venetian, a Disney artist and now...an American Idol. Tune in this Tuesday for the San Fransisco Edition of American Idol. My very handsome and talented cousin, Kai Kalama, will be having his audition. Anyone know the time for Utah? I'm still pretty clueless, I have no t.v. I'm crashing a friends house to watch it. (Ps. I know I haven't blogged in a while, I've been trying to hide from blogging-Is that even possible?)