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31 March, 2011

PotD: Flooded

I took the route home from work that was least likely to flood out my car. Glad I didn't take the 2 lane country road!
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11 March, 2011

Sammiches

I made myself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for breakfast yesterday morning.  There were only 3 slices of bread (plus the end pieces, which neither Scott nor I will eat), so I made it a double-decker. I ate it at my desk, and it was delicious.

Last night, I dreamt that I wanted another PB&J sandwich, but remembered that we were out of bread.  And lo, I turned my head and saw a previously unseen full beautiful loaf of bread on the counter.  "Now I can make a sandwich!"

I woke up this morning, eagerly anticipating that creamy rich peanut butter and delicious sweet grape jam, only to remember that there was, in fact, no bread in the house.  And I was sad.

I repeated the story at work, and nearly cried over my peanut butter deprivation.

I repeated the story to Scott when I got home, the sandwich-shaped hole in my heart still gaping.

And now I'm telling you.

Damn, I miss that sandwich. 

Playing Games

Currently, Scott and I are sitting in the living room together, he playing some sort of shoot-'em-up game, and me playing Tetris Battle on Facebook (WHY are the rest of you not playing this game???).  His game has a steady stream of background dialog that I believe is supposed to be radio chatter, but I don't know because I generally tune it out.

Me: "I could've sworn your game just said 'Panko's been hit!' and all I could think was 'not the breadcrumbs!'

Scott: ---

Nothing, not a snort or a grunt of acknowledgement, not even a 'shut up.'  I'm not sure whether he is actively ignoring me, or genuinely didn't hear due to an XBox coma.  In case it's the former, I think I'll just sit here quietly and talk to you nice folks.

So...

If you're overwhelmed by the magnitude of the disaster in Japan, might I recommend two of the funniest blog posts* I've read in ages...

But Wait! Breaking News! Scott's phone just beeped and he immediately looked at it.  He's definitely not in an XBox coma...must just be ignoring me.  Good to know!  (and no, Scott, I don't think you're being rude, so don't be offended. I just think it's funny that I'm currently conversing with you in this fashion)

The Drawer of Shame and Other Assorted Oddities, over at Jennsylvania is a brilliant piece of writing about what happens when your cat eats a meat-flavored piece of string.  I dedicate this link to Mr. French and the great turkey string incident of my childhood.

Ribbed...for Her Pleasure, from A Little Pregnant has a hysterical grouping of comments from her previous blog post.  They're mostly about assvice and other stupid things people were told when pregnant or trying to become so. The comments start about halfway down the post, and you can skip the first half if you're not interested in the context. 

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going back to Tetris.

*granted, I tend to laugh a little harder when I'm trying to not be overwhelmed by sadness, but I still think these would be funny otherwise.

10 March, 2011

PotD: Might Rain!

I guess I won't be driving to work with my windows down...
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07 March, 2011

Just Because

Recycling: great for bottles and cans, less great for blogs.  That said, I feel that the previous post contained possibly the greatest run-on sentence ever and deserves another chance at the spotlight:
This project hasn't been easy so far - the carpet is fo' shizzle on the to-do list, since it's got some blue spots that'll probably never come out even with the use of the Kilo Memorial Steam Cleaner; Scott can barely lift his arms (apparently paint-rolling the ceiling uses muscles that he doesn't usually use); and I, as the designated cutter-inner, took so many trips up and down the ladder that my thighs are still burning.
It has urban slang, a reference to cat pee, and burning thighs.  I should've been an English major - this could be Beowulf for the 2010's, people! Now leave me a damn comment before I start posting YouTube videos of my childhood.

Too late!

04 March, 2011

PotD: Under Construction

Picture it: a room with a dark blue (some might call it "admiral blue") accent wall, the matching tray ceiling glowing with thousands of twinkling stars (or however many glow-in-the-dark stars come in the package...), a white ceiling fan cooling the air...

That's actually as far as the vision goes right now.  We've tentatively picked out the color that the rest of the room will be, and are debating ideas for new furniture.  (I *know* we need an awesome white headboard against that wall, Scott's pretty sure we don't want white because it'll look like a farmhouse, and I'm pretty sure I don't even want to put our existing bed back in there.)

What's on the wall now is just tinted primer, but I love it so much I worry that the actual color won't be as good.  Scott's convinced it's the same exact color, in which case why are we not just buying primer? Either way, "real" painting is tomorrow's project, and I. Can. Not. Wait!

This project hasn't been easy so far - the carpet is fo' shizzle on the to-do list, since it's got some blue spots that'll probably never come out even with the use of the Kilo Memorial Steam Cleaner; Scott can barely lift his arms (apparently paint-rolling the ceiling uses muscles that he doesn't usually use); and I, as the designated cutter-inner, took so many trips up and down the ladder that my thighs are still burning.  Oh - and if you attack a spot of blue paint on the white wall voraciously enough with a wet rag, it WILL come off, along with the white paint, leaving a spot of bare drywall behind.

For now, I'm enjoying our "vacation" in the office.  It's cramped - I'm typing this at the computer desk while sitting at the foot of the bed - but it's sort of fun to wake up and not see the same old things.  And perhaps sleeping in here will inspire our next paint decision...

03 March, 2011

32

Sometimes a girl is destined to try on a fancy dress.  After all, if it wasn't meant to be, it wouldn't have been on the rack in my size and I wouldn't have been wearing my clear-strap bra.

...and as I told Facebook, I justify this little "me time" by pointing out that 32 is really just two 16's.  I should have tried on TWO prom dresses!  And by the way, I love this dress WAY more than I loved my real prom dress, and possibly even more than my wedding dress.  Extra impressive when you consider Scott picked it out. I had my eye on a sparkly orange dress instead.

How appropriate that we went from the store to the theater for West Side Story.  I had to stop myself from singing along to 'I Feel Pretty!'

02 March, 2011

PotD: Party Wagon

Driving home feeling sleep-deprived after an overnight shift? I recommend transporting a bunch of balloons in your back seat. Not only will the swirling colors and lack of rearview mirror functionality keep your mind focused, but you'll also be continually bopped on the back of the head!
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