Friday, February 29, 2008
You wouldn’t know it to look at it, but this was once a vibrant poinsettia with broad red leaves. That is, until me and my black thumb got a hold of it.
It was a surprise from Husband around Christmas time. I thought it was such a nice gesture that I was determined to keep it alive for a long time. (Perhaps I decided to conveniently forget the unfortunate fate of the last 10 plants that were under my care.)
For a while, it looked like it was doing ok. I thought I saw some green shoots and the potential for life. But, then it started to look like the scraggly mess that it is now. Husband was ready to write out the death certificate, but I thought somehow I could nurse it back to life, alternating between frequent waterings and total neglect. (I don’t recommend the “neglect” part of the recipe.)
I’d hope for the best, but I suppose it’s too late for a Christmas miracle. We might be better off starting a new tradition next year, by skipping the poinsettia and getting a Christmas cactus instead.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
I blame it on my parents. They started it with sending in what we thought were some funny family stories to Reader’s Digest when I was a kid. We would check the mailbox in anticipation of getting the letter that would proudly proclaim our submission as a winner. Well, let’s just say that we’re still waiting for that letter. (It must have gotten lost in the mail when we moved.)
Fast forward a couple decades later to last month. I sent in a picture and a story about our honeymoon to a travel magazine for their “real-life stories” section. I checked the next issue with excitement, only to find that our submission did not make it. (By the way, I’m not listing the magazine’s name to protect them from what clearly was a huge mistake they made in overlooking such a funny submission.)
Though our story, I suppose, was not magazine-worthy, I’m hoping it’s at least blog-worthy.
So, enjoy the not-good-enough-for-a-travel-magazine-but-still-hopefully-funny story and picture below!
My husband and I went on a cruise of the Mediterranean for our honeymoon. At many of the ports, various vendors tried to sell us brand-name items that they swore were 100% authentic. But, at a stop at Ephesus in Turkey, we saw this sign, which shamelessly (and humorously) promoted their fake wares. While it didn’t get us to buy their “genuine” fakes, it did give us some real laughs!
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
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Tuesday, February 19, 2008
I had been buying it just by the single box, which was easier to justify. One box seems harmless. An entire case seems excessive and borderline obsessive. (Not to mention probably unhealthy, but I’m going to ignore that fact for now.)
I couldn’t pass up the case because it was on sale. And, sadly, I knew that we would eat it all. So, I took the coupon for $1 off, and put the case in the cart, hoping that no one would suspect that we’re closet macaroni (more specifically, instant macaroni) junkies.
But, I couldn’t escape from the store without an older man in front of me in line noticing my macaroni purchase of extreme proportions.
He said, “Wow, your kids must love macaroni!”
I admitted to him that my husband and I do not have kids, although we might actually qualify as kids ourselves.
He was right, though. A case of instant macaroni seems appropriate for a large – a very large – family with multiple kids. Or, perhaps for a dorm full of broke college students.
Instead, the entire case of cheesy dinners is just for my husband and me. I wish I could say that the saddest part of the tale. But, the worst part is that I actually bought a case last week, and it’s already almost gone!
Monday, February 18, 2008
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Saturday, February 2, 2008
Last weekend I put on all my running gear, ready for an afternoon run. I was just about to walk out the door, and Husband says, “Are you running in that?”
I looked down, trying to figure out what was wrong. I was wearing shorts, a t-shirt, and running shoes. Not a surprising get-up for a run.
“You’re running in those Stevie Wonder sunglasses?” he asked and laughed.
I hadn’t put a lot of thought in my choice of sunglasses, but I guess I figured I would wear them because: 1) it was sunny outside, and 2) they are the only pair of sunglasses I own. Reasonable explanations, right?
“But those are regular sunglasses, not sport sunglasses,” he explained.
Jeez, now I have to start buying “sport” sunglasses? Why would I do that when these work just fine? (And, I disagree that they look like Stevie Wonder glasses, but we’ll just move on.)
And, why am I getting criticism for a running outfit from my husband? No offense, but this is the man recently wore sweatpants and sneakers out to a nice dinner, an outfit that clearly screams “I’ve given up on life and fashion!”
So I disregarded his advice (especially since I had no other sunglasses), and ran in my Stevie Wonder glasses. While I was running, I wondered if other people thought they looked like Stevie Wonder glasses. In that case, people might have been inspired by my running. (“Wow, check out that blind girl. She’s running!”) However, I know that no one mistook me for Stevie Wonder himself. (I’m just too short and I sing too terribly for anyone to make that mistake.)
Regardless, I decided to put the glasses to the test and end this debate. I concluded out that they are definitely not Stevie Wonder’s. I tried to sing “Isn’t she lovely?” while wearing them, and I still croak like a frog.