Don't waste your time with the first two minutes -- jump to 3 minutes 30 seconds.
May the force be with you!
Thursday, March 11, 2010
What keeps us laughing
Even on a day like today, this clip can make me laugh. We first saw this segment on The Soup, which we watch religiously each week. I don't know what we'll do when we have kids because, as wrong as it is, I'm never giving up The Soup.
Don't waste your time with the first two minutes -- jump to 3 minutes 30 seconds.
May the force be with you!
Don't waste your time with the first two minutes -- jump to 3 minutes 30 seconds.
May the force be with you!
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
There's something behind the attic door Mommy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It is very true that I have an overdeveloped imagination about many things; my imagination is a blessing for many endeavors, but it is a total curse at night when the house is dark. (Not just our house on Woodward Way; I can be pretty much anywhere and work myself into a sheer panic about what may or may not be on my tail when the lights are off.) I believe this hysteria can be attributed in part to older siblings who didn't make me leave the room when I was oh, SIX, and they were watching Poltergeist or Jaws. I watched that kind of stuff all the time back then, but now I can't even keep my eyes open during the Oscars "horror" montage. Seriously - I caught a glimpse of those two freaky looking twins from The Shining right when the montage started, and as a result I had night sweats at about 2 a.m. on Sunday. (Well, I also had a stomach bug, but I'm telling you -- I have ZERO ability to handle horror.) After an old roommate suckered me into watching The Ring (and then moved out a week later), I SOLD my TV until my new roommate arrived the next month.
My husband never believed just how wimpy I am about horror movies until
a) he was jolted out of a deep slumber the night after we saw a movie preview for "Orphan" by me screaming at the top of my lungs in my sleep (I swear, subjecting a captive audience to a horror preview ought to be illegal) and
b) he was again woken up, this time while on vacation, after I dreamed a group of sinister teenage girls was trying to kill me. I was so scared, so terrified.... that I had to wake him up, too, so he would go to the bathroom with me. Seriously. I was SO scared that he had to get up, walk me to the toilet (which was about 5 feet away), stand right outside the door talking to me until I was done, and walk me back to bed. He never had a choice - I was truly THAT terrified. (And yes, I know he's a saint.)
All that being said... is it even remotely possible that I will some day produce a child who sleeps in a bed that has THIS for a view? (And I'm talking about the attic door, though I realize that my husband's BUFFALO HEAD is equally scary).
NO WAY. You couldn't even convince me to sleep there.
My husband never believed just how wimpy I am about horror movies until
a) he was jolted out of a deep slumber the night after we saw a movie preview for "Orphan" by me screaming at the top of my lungs in my sleep (I swear, subjecting a captive audience to a horror preview ought to be illegal) and
b) he was again woken up, this time while on vacation, after I dreamed a group of sinister teenage girls was trying to kill me. I was so scared, so terrified.... that I had to wake him up, too, so he would go to the bathroom with me. Seriously. I was SO scared that he had to get up, walk me to the toilet (which was about 5 feet away), stand right outside the door talking to me until I was done, and walk me back to bed. He never had a choice - I was truly THAT terrified. (And yes, I know he's a saint.)
All that being said... is it even remotely possible that I will some day produce a child who sleeps in a bed that has THIS for a view? (And I'm talking about the attic door, though I realize that my husband's BUFFALO HEAD is equally scary).
NO WAY. You couldn't even convince me to sleep there.
Monday, March 8, 2010
In sickness and in health
Having a husband (and a very sweet, patient one at that) came in handy big-time this weekend. Of course, I had planned a million things to do since it was my official week "off" from driving to SC. But to-do's be damned; I was struck down in my path by some sort of heinous stomach bug on Friday. Just when I thought I was feeling better on Saturday - we even briefly went to an engagement party for some friends of ours - the bug returned with a vengeance on Sunday (and I type this post tentatively, hoping it really is gone NOW and not lurking, waiting to strike).
Apparently I have learned nothing about grace from my dear mom who handles her illness without wailing or complaining. I whined and gnashed my teeth all weekend. (Don't judge too harshly - the bug really was bad.) On top of being a total baby about it, though, I also reeked from not showering and being completely inactive on the couch, so Whit had to deal with a much, much less-than-glamorous side of me. Hence, one of the lesser-understood perks of marriage (until you need it): the whole in sickness and in health vow. Instead of finding something a LOT more fun to do on the first gorgeous day we've had in a while (which I actually encouraged), my husband stayed with me, very kindly didn't kill my fantasy that perhaps an unanticipated plus of this bug may be losing a few lbs. (didn't happen), watched a couple of movies with me, and even though I paid dearly for it, bought me several varieties of chicken noodle soup.
Apparently I have learned nothing about grace from my dear mom who handles her illness without wailing or complaining. I whined and gnashed my teeth all weekend. (Don't judge too harshly - the bug really was bad.) On top of being a total baby about it, though, I also reeked from not showering and being completely inactive on the couch, so Whit had to deal with a much, much less-than-glamorous side of me. Hence, one of the lesser-understood perks of marriage (until you need it): the whole in sickness and in health vow. Instead of finding something a LOT more fun to do on the first gorgeous day we've had in a while (which I actually encouraged), my husband stayed with me, very kindly didn't kill my fantasy that perhaps an unanticipated plus of this bug may be losing a few lbs. (didn't happen), watched a couple of movies with me, and even though I paid dearly for it, bought me several varieties of chicken noodle soup.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Laughing as I cuss him
(I've decided my attempt at anonymity on here is not worth NOT posting this.)
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Today my darling husband P.S.'ed one of my painstakingly-penned wedding thank you notes with this line:
"Carrie picks up that vase and snuggles it!"
Seriously, honey? I am torn between fits of outrage and fits of giggles.
Maybe I did snuggle that vase Sunday while we were cleaning up, but maybe I didn't. Either way, I can't say for sure that ole Dr. & Mrs. Prim'n'Proper are going to appreciate the sentiment. (They went off registry, so what do you think?) What I can say for sure is that this kind of absurdity is absolutely why I married him.
And yes, I did mail it!
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Today my darling husband P.S.'ed one of my painstakingly-penned wedding thank you notes with this line:
"Carrie picks up that vase and snuggles it!"
Seriously, honey? I am torn between fits of outrage and fits of giggles.
Maybe I did snuggle that vase Sunday while we were cleaning up, but maybe I didn't. Either way, I can't say for sure that ole Dr. & Mrs. Prim'n'Proper are going to appreciate the sentiment. (They went off registry, so what do you think?) What I can say for sure is that this kind of absurdity is absolutely why I married him.
And yes, I did mail it!
Monday, March 1, 2010
My first run in with a plumber, or should I say my first "plumb-in?"
I cannot believe that FIXING THIS
cost $287 from our neighborhood plumber. Seriously? He might as well have asked me to give him my first-born, Rumpelstiltskin-style. I guess this is a case of everything and the kitchen sink.
cost $287 from our neighborhood plumber. Seriously? He might as well have asked me to give him my first-born, Rumpelstiltskin-style. I guess this is a case of everything and the kitchen sink.
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