Monster Stink Storms.

Watch TB Reed and his soul patch explain the intricacies and delicacies of fresh pit bull farts. Fun suggestion: follow my eyes as his lies deepen.

You live on Avenue Q!

Avenue Q opens tonight! Starring TB Reed! I got to see a preview last night and the puppets, the singing, the antics, so great. Also, see the lady top right? She was so good that after the show I gave her an attack hug. Luckily she was nice and didn't even mace me.

Here's a little info about this show. It is an "autobiographical and biographical" coming-of-age parable, addressing and satirizing the issues and anxieties associated with entering adulthood. Its characters lament that as children, they were assured by their parents, and by children's television programs such as Sesame Street, that they were "special" and "could do anything"; but as adults, they have discovered to their surprise and dismay that in the real world their options are not unlimited, and they are no more "special" than anyone else.

Transformation.

15-year old TB Reed was... well he was something...but thank GOD I met him at 27.

Hello, Iowa!

Last week I took the bf and bff to Iowa to visit my sissie and brother-in-law and their babe. She quickly bonded with Steph, adorably sometimes referring to her as "Anna", and she remained skeptical of Tom but had a heart-melting 5 minutes cuddling with him in a tent at the library. Look!

Mae is enthralled with Steph's "Loud! Quiet." book.

Please don't judge Tom's ginger soul patch. It's for a play!

On Sunday morning my sissie made blueberry pancakes. Mae proceeded to eat them whilst smearing them all over her face and the table and anyone that touched her. Observe!

That cute ball of blueberry can keep it on her face as long as she wants.

Also, to entertain us, my brother-in-law taught us how to draw! Or rather, gave us some paints, put on Pandora, and let us do our thing. Here is us painting and some of the more memorable gems of the day.

We paint!

Anna's Flower Power.

Tom's Dancing Cactus

Tom's Farting Pac Man

Steph's Thumbs Climbing a Path to Nowhere

Anna's Bulbous Elmo

Steph's Candy Corn Tree

Steph's Anthropomorphic Thumbs 

Ok have a nice week bye!

Lounge Podcast Take 1!

                             Take a listen. You won't regret it.

Halloween picture tour!

I'm heading to Ireland tomorrow (hai-tee-tai-tee-tai!) so I thought I would leave you for a few weeks with a visual record of some fun Halloween festivities.

First and foremost, I present to you the greatest tri-person costume of all time. Hocus Pocus!


Note the Sarah Jessica Parker mop/swiffer:


Here is the amazing Hocus Pocus magical book that Taj recreated out of putty and makeup!


Steph played the role of Bette Midler, and her teeth are only about half the length of her character's, so we worked on her facial expressions throughout the night. Here's a cool shot of her hair, followed by the look we were trying for, followed by a horrible, terrifying iphone shot where she has NO NOSE AND ONLY ONE TOOTH!!!


Now a US Weekly-style "Who wore it better?"


And now, as a special Halloween present for you, the cutest lil' bee you've ever seen. Eeeeee! It's my niece!

Ukulele Fun

I got the best text message I have ever received earlier this week:

PS a ukulele will arrive at your house on Wednesday.

I am now a proud co-owner of "Ukie", the world's cutest and most Hawaiian ukulele.

I've never played a guitar before in my life. I have no idea how to strum, or play chords, or even hold it. But beef and I downloaded a few chord finder and tuner apps and chose two songs to start with.

Here is my extremely professional and heartfelt version of Hey Jude, dedicated to my sissy:



Here is Tom's haunting rendition of Somewhere Over the Rainbow:

This will either make you giggle or puke.

Ready for a whopping dose of adorable? I give you the top three reasons Tom and Anna are the cutest couple this side of the Mississip'.

1. Bread-staches. A creative use of that middle chunk you get at Erbs and Gerbs.

2. This video.



3. The cutest couple blog (besides TP) known to man.

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Fun with Finnegans!

Last night the Brave New Workshop kicked off the newest student performance season and to celebrate, they had a party afterward. When Steph (my lover from another mother) got wind of free Finnegans, I blinked and she was at the bar.

She runs for two reasons, she says. Beer, and the bus. That, combined with her "no you didn't" face, is why I love her.

Chameleon Man

I've done a lot of traveling this summer, mostly for work. As the months went by I became intimate with the likes of San Francisco, Seattle, Austin, Atlanta, Charlotte, and up and down WI and MN. But never, not once, have I come across a lizard impression quite this accurate.



I'm so proud.

Seattle is for scooters.

I'm in Seattle at a conference for work, and I decided to bring my beef along because he's super fun and we've both never been to Seattle. We've done lots of cool things so far, like hang around Pike Place Market, see TheaterSports, eat delicious food, hang out in our sweet hotel room, etc. But nothing - NOTHING - tops the moment that I walked out of the conference yesterday, peered around looking for Tom, and then saw him at the bottom of a huge set of stairs, standing next to a scooter, holding two helmets.

Let me just tell you that scooters...are...incredible. The wind in your face! The ease of use! Gliding in and out of lanes! Feeling every bump! We drove up the coast to Ballard and around the downtown area and it was pure perfection except for ONE thing. Some of the hills in Seattle are San Francisco-steep and two times, I kid you not, I had to get off the scooter for Tom to be able to get the scooter up the hill. No worries though. You can't get angry on a scooter! I mean c'mon.

We took a break from our glee-fest to take a short video for your pure enjoyment. I encourage you to picture yourself on the scooter with us, having the time of your life. Try not to move too much though because we might tip over, ok?

Happy fats.

Guess what? Everything's going well in your life, you've got great friends, you've got a boyfriend, work is good, living situation is great, the weather's getting warmer, the dinners are lasting longer, the beer is flowing harder, the gym membership is canceled, you're going to family reunions, hanging out at the lake, the new tires on your bike require less effort, you're seeing movies which require candy, the snacks are flowing like the mighty Mississipi...

BOOM. You've got the happy fats. Or more accurately, I've got the happy fats.

Look, I love my boyfriend. And bless him for being a big fan of me whatever size I am (and for being boy enough not to know the difference) but I've gained ELEVEN POUNDS since I started dating him. I think there might be some element of "letting myself go" but honestly I'm just a happy eater. If I'm even a little lonely or depressed I just don't have an appetite. If I'm happy, it's Anna-delicious-food-eating-fun-time. And then there's the social aspect. You're making dinner for each other, you're grilling out for your friends, you're having lady dates to keep up with your gal pals, and the fun times almost always involve some aspect of food. Doesn't sound too bad right?

But seriously. I had to buy new pants. And shorts. And skirts. And that shit gets expensive! To cut down on the sloppy body I started standing at work, so now I'm one of those weird "standers" whose head rises far above the cubical walls confusing passers-by and coworkers. A dude who shares a cube wall with me and doesn't understand the concept of a standing desk kept trying to order McDonalds from me during my first week of standing. But I'm finding all that standing is doing is making me rock back and forth all the time making my feet kill. So.

I'm not too worried about it - AT THIS POINT. I don't think I've reached whale-status yet, and I'm planning on the weight gain plateauing at, well, at 5 pounds ago, and it's summer so I'll keep biking and eating vegetables and crap but I think in the long run, I prefer happy eats to the rockin' body that comes with somber, foodless stretches of inactivity and lonely nights. Although I suppose I could just become a sad eater too. Yeah! Maybe I'll do that.

Naaaaaaaaaaah. Pass the chimichangas!

Meet Lounge.

I'm just going to come out and say this. I'm dating a part-time improvisational lounge singer.

He's Lounge-asaurus Rex. He hosts events, performs at shows, and creeps audiences out far and wide. I first saw him from a distance. I was a shy audience member, dazzled by his chunky, jeweled rings and flaming red collar that stretches for miles. His slicked-back hair and proudly-displayed chest is enough to make any girl blush. His tight pants and female sunglasses elicit some sort of hipster/hippie/night fever combination of terrifying-yet-awesome.

This weekend we were on a 15-hour car trip and he was feeling loungy and I was feeling radio reportery so I whipped out my digital recorder and asked the man, nay, the legend, a few questions. If you're lucky, you might even hear him sing a little ditty for you. But be careful...your ears might bleed from too much sexy.

Listen here.

I'm proud to introduce to you...Lounge-asaurus Rex. The man. The myth. The witty banter machine.

Meet my new boyfriend!

I know I've been dropping hints here and there about the new man in my life. You know...you heard his phone message. You heard all about our first date. Well, I think it's finally time for you to meet him. I'm pretty nervous to just include a picture of him right in this blog but, you know, I'm just going to put this out there for everyone to see. I think it'll help move our relationship to the next level.

As you can see, he's really tall. This is me about to hold his hand.

We LOVE holding hands.