It's my caprese salad

I stinkin' love The Office. I am stinking right now at this whole updating-of-the-blog thing, but I'm going to try and give a nice run-down soon. I just had to get one her and spill my guts over tonight's episode. WHY IS IT SO FUNNY? For me, it wasn't even as funny or as quotable as the past few episodes have been. A little lackluster, people. Until that outro. Number one, Ryan is an IDIOT. Number two, I LOVE JIM AND PAM (but I was so nervous when he took her to the house). Number three, the art studio?!!--that is so hot. Number four, Michael totally screamed when he saw Toby. Though I am holding onto my love of Holly-for-Michael, I will be glad to get back to his crazy, outspoken hatred of Toby. It makes me laugh a lot. Okay and number five, Creed...when the cops came in. My word he is insane. And funny.

Okay so I always have to re-run my favorite quotes:

Michael: Well I do have cause. It is be-CAUSE I hate him.

Michael (to camera): You wanna see some real high caliber acting? Well, Mr. Kurt Russell, you are about to be served.

Jim: Why'd you come in here?

Dwight: To socialize. And inform.

Dwight: What is my perfect crime? I break into Tiffany's at midnight. Do I go for the vault? No. I go for the chandelier. It's priceless. As I'm taking it down, a woman catches me, she tells me to stop. It's her father's business. She's Tiffany. I say no. We make love all night. In the morning, the cops come and I escape in one of their uniforms. I tell her to meet me in Mexico, but I go to Canada. I don't trust her. Besides, I like the cold. Thirty years later, I get a postcard. I have a son, and he's the Chief of Police. This is where the story really gets interesting. I tell Tiffany to meet me in Paris, by the Trocadéro - she's been waiting for me all these years; she's never taken another lover. I don't care. I don't show up. I go to Berlin. That's where I stashed the chandelier.

Trent Monk is in the living room

So this all started for me back when I decided it would behoove BooMama and me to be BFFs. Thus began my quest to be as cool as her. (:

TONIGHT, ladies and gentlemen, Trent Monk played in my very own living room. I am beside myself with glee and I feel like a real grown-up person. He played some of my most favorite songs from his Monk & Neagle days..."Beautiful You," HELLO! He also played a new song from his upcoming solo album called "Me and You" - and it was great. In addition to those favorites, I laughed my boo-tay off when he covered Gnarls (with a G) Barkley's "Crazy" (which I call crazy AWESOME), and Outkast's "Hey Ya." L-O-stinkin-L. Anyway, it was delightful. I will now show you...some pictures.

We packed it out...

The gear. (Because yes, I find it interesting. You don't have to.) (:

Fun with gadgets!

Real musicians make out with their guitars.

Now, I love me some Robyn. It is all because of her that this night happened. She is livin' LARGE and TAKIN CHARGE!

And because I love you, my friend, this is for you - POUND IT:

Even though you can't see the sticker in this one, I like this face (still for you):

Oh, yeah.

Me, Danny, my sister Amanda, and Trent...welcome to my humble abode.

So that is my night of greatness. I might have to write about this a few more times since I tend to leave things out when I'm excited - OH! By the way, three girls came that NO ONE KNEW. They just saw it on the internet and then showed up at my front door and came in my house like everyone else. I thought they were my sister's friends...and welcomed them and introduced them to everyone...before my sister came in and then introduced herself to them - WHAT? So yeah. But overall, it was an AWESOME evening and I loved all of it. I pray huge blessings over Trent and if you get a chance to check him out, DO IT. You won't regret it.