We finished the night off at Logan Square festival, with some serious beatz and a ginormous lemonade.

Well folks, we made it!  This Saturday is officially the fifty-second Saturday video!!  I’ll do a bit of a yearly recap in a few, so be on the lookout!  The party’s not yet over, Sy has far too much cute for just 52 Saturdays.

music: fossil collective – let it go

Silas held a vomit vigil outside the closed bathroom door crying, and because clearly I am an awesome doctor/nurse/girlfriend I heroically put several pillows over my ears and whisper-shouted “are you ok?”, hoping he would take some pepto, get.it.together, and we could return to the great sunday morning sleep-in.  (hey boyfriend, I’m still super sorry about that… my bad…).

Yours truly got.it.together and made him up the greatest trashcan-within reach of the couch-within reach of the remote-within reach of 15 bottles of gatorade set-up evar, and headed out to give him a break from my banging around and temperature taking.  Sissy and I took the Moosh for a little dog park action, and then to brownstones for their skillet mac and cheese with bacon.  YES.

Fortunately, A seems to have made a full recovery, as Dr. Silas kept him on a strict regimen of nerdy-tv show watching and sleeping all of Sunday.  Fortunately for us, Dr. Silas gets compensated with belly rubs and catnip.

Its a good thing there are so many delicious places around, we won’t even miss NEVER AGAIN visiting the one with the suspicious shellfish.

music: animal kingdom – white sparks

P.S.

Also, our boy Jack has been through a bit of an ordeal with knee surgery and a subsequent infection.  He is on the road to recovery, probably wondering why he didn’t get ice cream after surgery, like he saw in the movies.  Get well soon Pup!  One million internet kisses for our favorite Blackjack. <3

After doing a little shopping, and having Sy help us pick out something decent to wear from the clothing bomb that went off in my room, we invited over the lovely Carley Martin to help us get birthday-fied.  She seriously worked her magic, and off we went, to get our dance on.

Sunday after getting up early to hit a giant flea market with my mamacites, we went back to their house for some authentic midwestern mexican food.  After we filled ourselves silly with tacos we chatted a bit about the 2012-2013 family trip to mexico-palooza.  The one downside to an August birthday is the reminder that afterwards it starts the dreaded cold-front countdown, but the thought of being back in the Yucatan is seriously making me excited for ready to tolerate winter.

Mom’s homemade brownie-chocolate chip-ice cream cake was the cherry on top of a wonderful birthday week.  Thanks everyone, for making this birthday incredible!

music: nero – promises

Happy birthday sissy… THIS will be our year.

In preparation for my upcoming birthday weekend, we scrubbed, we swept, dusted, bleached, sprayed, folded, organized, and finally collapsed, in our clean, tumbleweed free apartment.  After the marathon clean, I rewarded myself with an afternoon of reading on the porch, while A took his turn entertaining the lil dictator.

music: michael kiwanuka – home again

This weekend we had a bitty barbecue to celebrate W’s birthday, with homemade sangria, mojitos, and everybody’s favorite, pie (though I have no doubt K could whip up an amazing pie, this one was from here)  Delicious-supreme.

Sunday we piled into Ye Olde Automobile, pointed it northward, and headed up to the Bristol Renaissance Faire, so I could have a legitimate place to wear my sister-wife skirt and flower crown.  The Ren Faire is home to giant turkey legs, bosoms as far as the eye can see, and lots and lots of absurdly detailed costumes.

After watching the falconer, and our knight get bucked off of his good sassy stead, I channeled my inner Katniss Everdeen with a little bit of archery.  Fortunately for the hay bale, but unfortunately for my ego, I was terrible.  I blame my glaucoma…and being left-handed…and being tall…and…and… I was at a DISADVANTAGE I tell ya!  After my miserable performance came sissy, who called it a day after finally hitting the hale bale at all.  We were shown up by our menfolk, who were then equally shown up by our mother.  Go mamacites!

music: beach house – wild

Because it is hot and my brain has gone on vacation without me.

Because I would rather be eating avocados by the crate

Because I forgot my computer at my parents house…

this week’s video will be postponed.

In the meantime, enjoy some of Lil Homie’s greatest instagram hits.

My mom is either a saint, or a touch crazy, to agree to help us with all of this… and by ‘help’, I mean collect and store garage-sale-able items for three years in her crawlspace, lug said items up from the basement, and spend 3+ days going through the boxes, unpacking, pricing, repacking, unpacking again, and dealing with 16 hours of ‘So mom, how much do you think…’ ‘Mom!  Where is the…’ ‘Hey mom, can you help me with…’ and lots and lots of ‘Mooooooom!!!’ that came her way.

We rewarded ourselves with a trip to the rodeo to watch amazing feats of horsemanship (and bullmanship?) and eat all of the ice cream.  Because we deserved it.

Next weekend comes the hard part… making our junk into someone else’s junk, and then the best part, making their money into our money.

music: donora – i think i like you

Saturday I went home to mom and dads to run some errands and help peel the wallpaper down in the bathroom for the great bathroom remodel.  Now that they don’t have three girls at home fighting for the bathroom, they can spare a week or so with only one shower.  Adios outlet mall wallpaper (which, for the record, was super stylish), and see ya later 1990′s linoleum… make room for the rain shower and fancy Japanese talking toilets.

Later, mom and I went to Dog Days festivities, with dock jumping dog contests, adorable puppehs, and dog caricaturists.  Somehow, I caught a life threatening case of Tiny Dog Fever.  I don’t normally even care for purse carrying, sweater wearing, cupcake eating canine friends, but yet, I find myself absurdly, ridiculously, can-I-haz-now-ly thinking of how much Silas I would love a tiny furry friend.  Somebody call the doctor, I need a dose of reality.

music: two door cinema club – something good can work

Running up mud hills, over walls, through cargo nets, and finally a giant dive (or in my case, a belly flop) into the sloppy, gooey mud pit.

Afterwards we celebrated with a drink and an ice-cold shower.

music: bear driver – enemy : the cults – go outside