Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Monday, December 29, 2008
Friday, December 19, 2008
Monday, December 15, 2008
Friday, December 12, 2008
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
I saw the Nativity scene that I bought recently with my mom.
Each decoration carries its own special meaning and memories. None of them will qualify us to be in a holiday home tour. But who would want to do all that cleaning anyway?
Friday, December 5, 2008
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Friday, November 21, 2008
So, this morning I wanted to go outside (just for a minute!) to water the plants. It seemed like a waste to change clothes, go outside, then shower, and change clothes again.
I took a quick peek outside and didn’t see a single soul. I asked myself, “Really, who am I going to see?” (I should know better than to tempt fate like that.)
I decided it was safe to go outside in my pajamas.
As soon as I got outside and turned on the hose, our street turned into Grand Central Station.
First, the neighbor that lives two houses down from us that I had never seen before walks right by me! It’s a mystery to me why I never saw her on one of the 300 occasions I was outside in normal clothing during the seven months we’ve lived here. How nice that she’ll probably remember me forever as the gal in the red and white-polka-dotted pajamas.
Less than five seconds later, the neighbor across the street came out of her house. Then a truck started to drive by.
Before my plants could get their fill of water, I had my fill of humiliation. I turned off the hose and ran inside.
It seems that pajamas, even more than brownies, are a sure-fire way to guarantee seeing your neighbors.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Friday, November 14, 2008
Thursday, November 13, 2008
But, it also means that I’ve somehow turned into one of Those People that Take Pictures of Gas Prices.
I’m not exactly sure what’s involved with this new identity, but I think that soon I’ll be talking about the “good old days” and I’ll say things like “I can remember when I paid less than [insert ridiculously low price here] for gas!”
By the way, a man saw me taking pictures of the sign, and I think he laughed to himself. I have proved once again that I am willing to embarrass myself for good blog material. You’re welcome. :)
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Friday, November 7, 2008
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
We laughed at one woman’s story, where her poor husband had to ask her father 4 times before finally getting his blessing to marry his daughter. Another woman made us laugh as she explained how she rejected her husband on 2 separate occasions before she even considered dating him.
I’m looking forward to hearing more of their stories and learning more about them. And they might just (hopefully!) learn a little English in the process.
Monday, November 3, 2008
Friday, October 31, 2008
Friday, October 10, 2008
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Monday, October 6, 2008
Thursday, October 2, 2008
She weighs approximately 5.5 lbs, and from what we can tell, she’s very healthy. (Not to mention, sleek! And modern!) We anticipate that we will up late at night with her, but only because we are excited to spend time with her. She joined our family because we’ve nearly pushed our previous computer to her limits. She was over six years old, which has to equate to about 90 years in electronic years. She was near-wheezing and sluggish, and we decided that it was time to give her a break before she expired. Enter, our new addition: We expect a very happy life with her…assuming that we can figure out Vista first.
Friday, September 26, 2008
Husband is going for the hunter look.
And, we’re supposed to bring a redneck dish. I’m bringing theseredneck sushi rolls. I’ve actually had them before (again, maybe I’m not as classy as I thought!) and they’re actually pretty tasty. The bonus is that they only include three ingredients (ham, cream cheese, and pickles), so even I can make them! Jeff Foxworthy would be so proud.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Monday, September 22, 2008
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Monday, September 15, 2008
Friday, September 12, 2008
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Friday, August 29, 2008
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Monday, August 25, 2008
Friday, August 22, 2008
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Saturday, August 16, 2008
It’s actually more fitting anyway because I think a wholesome, sugary cereal is better than say, a wholesome cereal. I had never seen it before this week, and I told Husband about it. He told me that he's bought it before, and he said, “I love that cereal!” He obviously has very good taste.
Friday, August 15, 2008
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Monday, August 11, 2008
Saturday, August 9, 2008
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Sunday, July 27, 2008
For me, it looks something like this:
Husband surprised me with flowers as a “congrats for running a half-marathon and finishing your Master’s degree this week.”
It’s a much better gift than I gave myself after the run: blisters. (I’m definitely not posting a picture of that one.)
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Friday, July 18, 2008
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
After last night, I now have a very good response to the question: How do you not want to be woken up at 1AM?
My answer: By a scorpion sting.
Husband’s answer (I’m guessing): By my wife shrieking after a scorpion sting.
I had been asleep for a few hours, when I suddenly felt something near my pillow. I was somewhere in the middle of being awake and being asleep, when my sleepy self tried to move whatever it was.
Then, I yelped. My poor pinky finger knew what had happened before my brain processed it: I got stung!
Of course, my loud shriek woke up Husband instantly, and he asked in a panic, “What’s wrong? What’s wrong?”
“I need you to turn on the lights,” I said. “There’s something on my pillow.”
Then we saw it. A small (but scary-looking) scorpion sitting there. Was it waiting for some pillow talk?
If so, this is what it got from Husband: “Oh, you’re gonna die, you little [censored].”
He carefully took the pillow and threw it on the floor, and then pulverized the scorpion with a shoe.
In the meantime, I got some ice for my finger. It was slightly swollen, and there was a tiny “if-you-squint-hard-enough-you-might-see-it” pinprick of a mark on it.
But for such a small sting, it sure caused quite a bit of pain. It was slightly worse than a bee sting, but not as bad as a jellyfish sting. (That’s a blog post for another time.)
The irony is that we had carefully considered the scorpion issue after the first (and only) time we had seen them. It prompted us to do some research on the internet, where we found that scorpions stings in this area are not at all serious. That, thankfully, saved me from screaming dramatically “I’m dying! I’m dying!” after I had been stung. (Thank you, internet.)
Even yesterday Husband persuaded me not to clean the garage like I wanted because he was afraid that I might find a scorpion and get stung. So, who would have thought that merely sleeping would be such a dangerous activity?
Anyway, I rummaged through our medicine cabinet, looking for some Benadryl or Tylenol. That search only made me wonder if I had been transported back in time, or if our medicine supply was really that outdated. Everything was expired – by a few years. I’m not even joking when I say that I found one that expired 06/98. (No, that’s not a typo; it expired in 1998.) It’s sad when you realize that you own medicine that expired years before the twenty-first century.
I finally found some of Husband’s generic aspirin, and it didn’t expire until 2009. (Score!) I carefully read the directions, yet it wasn’t until after I downed the second pill that I noticed the unfortunate word “caffeine” in small print on the front. Because nothing will calm you to sleep after a disturbing scorpion sting like a strong rush of caffeine.
Husband searched the whole house for other potential scorpions, and he found and killed one in the laundry room. But first he told it, “This is war, you [censored]! I’m going to kill you and all your friends!”
I assured Husband that I was ok, and he eventually made his way back to bed. I decided to camp out on the couch – with a new pillow.
For some strange reason, I couldn’t sleep.
Perhaps it was because: 1) my finger was still sore from a recent scorpion sting, 2) I might have been suffering from post-traumatic scorpion sting disorder (PTSSD), 3) with those pills, I took the equivalent caffeine dose of two cups of strong coffee, or 4) I was still paranoid that a scorpion might be crawling near me.
I stayed on the couch, with my eyes as wide as saucers, scanning the darkness for anything lurking. In fact, I nearly screamed once when I felt something on my neck, but it turned out to be just my pony tail. (Phew!)
After a few sleepless hours, I finally fell into scorpion-free sleep.
After all of this, I can confidently add “getting stung by a scorpion in the middle of the night” to the list of experiences that I do not want to repeat.
I can also add “scorpion spray” and “medicine that expires in this century” to my list of things to buy.