WHY THERE ARE GRAY PUBIC HAIRS GROWING OUT OF MY SCALP???
Seriously, what the fuck? If there was a God, why would he/she not create us so that when gray hair came in, it was soft and shiney and lovely?? Huh? Answer me THAT, people.
I'm not bitter.
Friday, November 9, 2007
Thursday, November 8, 2007
did I ever tell you about the time....
The "Hooked On Phonics" headline down below got me thinking about a funny experience I had years ago.
When Eric and I were first together, back when we had jobs that allowed us to do so, we'd take off every Spring and go down to the Southwest desert to hike and camp. One year we took a side trip to visit Eric's best friend from college, who was then living in Albuquerque NM. He took us exploring to all his favorite NM spots. It was memorable for so many reasons; there are so many amazing places down there. One of the spots he took us was the Jemez Mountains. We spent the day hiking and afterwards decided to stop in a little town for something to eat. We went into a tavern-type place and enjoyed some dinner and beer. The place was hoppin'....juke-box playing and dancing and singing. There is a huge Native American population in the area, and many of the revelers were Indian. Pretty soon, one guy came over and asked us if we were headed back toward Albuerque, and if so, could we give his friend a ride? He lived at one of the pueblos on the way. We said "sure!". Rick, aside from being an English Professor at UNM, was pretty fluent in Navajo. After awhile, we all packed into Rick's very tiny car. Eric and I were in back with the Indian guy, who was wildly drunk, he was just singing and laughing, hanging out the window. Then, suddenly, as if a lightbulb went off in his head, he realized he was in a car with a bunch of people who were fluent in ENGLISH!! He could practice on us! Prior to that moment, we'd not understood a single word he said. Now, he proudly trotted out every single English phrase he knew, obviously every bit of it from television. He'd say "Tastes just like real butter!", "I'd like to give the world a Coke!" and "Who shot JR?" He'd try something out on us, we'd laugh, and he'd just BEAM with pride that we understood him and we were having a succssful conversation. It was so cute. He pointed us off the highway to his pueblo, and got out of the car. As we pulled away into the warm New Mexico night, windows down, he waved wildly and yelled "Thank you! I'M HOOKED ON PHONICS!!"
When Eric and I were first together, back when we had jobs that allowed us to do so, we'd take off every Spring and go down to the Southwest desert to hike and camp. One year we took a side trip to visit Eric's best friend from college, who was then living in Albuquerque NM. He took us exploring to all his favorite NM spots. It was memorable for so many reasons; there are so many amazing places down there. One of the spots he took us was the Jemez Mountains. We spent the day hiking and afterwards decided to stop in a little town for something to eat. We went into a tavern-type place and enjoyed some dinner and beer. The place was hoppin'....juke-box playing and dancing and singing. There is a huge Native American population in the area, and many of the revelers were Indian. Pretty soon, one guy came over and asked us if we were headed back toward Albuerque, and if so, could we give his friend a ride? He lived at one of the pueblos on the way. We said "sure!". Rick, aside from being an English Professor at UNM, was pretty fluent in Navajo. After awhile, we all packed into Rick's very tiny car. Eric and I were in back with the Indian guy, who was wildly drunk, he was just singing and laughing, hanging out the window. Then, suddenly, as if a lightbulb went off in his head, he realized he was in a car with a bunch of people who were fluent in ENGLISH!! He could practice on us! Prior to that moment, we'd not understood a single word he said. Now, he proudly trotted out every single English phrase he knew, obviously every bit of it from television. He'd say "Tastes just like real butter!", "I'd like to give the world a Coke!" and "Who shot JR?" He'd try something out on us, we'd laugh, and he'd just BEAM with pride that we understood him and we were having a succssful conversation. It was so cute. He pointed us off the highway to his pueblo, and got out of the car. As we pulled away into the warm New Mexico night, windows down, he waved wildly and yelled "Thank you! I'M HOOKED ON PHONICS!!"
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
it's too bad they don't love each other...
The other day, after Anna had been at her dad's for several days, she was particularly excited to see "Davy". They just "get" each other so amazingly well. He was in the TV room setting things up, and she was in the dining room, and I can't remember what they were saying, but they were teasing each other. And she said "That's it. I'm coming to LOVE and TORMENT. Hmmm...what should I do first??"
Which pretty much sums up his life with us.
This is like winning the lottery in my world
See that? Do you know what that is? Do you?! That, my friends, is a DINING ROOM TABLE. The last time I saw it was approximately 10 months ago, the day we set it up. Very shortly after that, it was fully covered with computer equipment, tennis gear and EVERY. SINGLE. RECEIPT that David has ever been handed. That's right, if you want to know what David ate for lunch on, say, June 6th, 2007, I CAN TELL YOU because we have the receipt from Subway to prove it.
Anway, with the completion of the upstairs bedrooms, David was able to set up his office in Anna's old room and now the computer, the tennis gear and all 12,463 pieces of paper are in his Man Room. So it won't be quite as convenient if, say, I suddenly need to know what we paid for that box of screws at Lowe's last February, but I'd say it's worth it. Because we, we can now use our dining room table for it's intended purpose. I get all verclempt just thinking about it. Anna decided to commemorate the occassion with a lovely fruit arrangement.
hooked on phonics
Today is both PE and picuture day, so Anna left some reminders for me on her lunch box. Have I mentioned how much I love SEVEN??
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
we need a punch line
"What do you get when you have a badger going through menopause?"*
*David's response, when I told him I've been having night sweats.
*David's response, when I told him I've been having night sweats.
Friday, November 2, 2007
what will I talk about once our house is done??
Yesterday morning, Anna and I had a blast setting up her new bedroom. She carried up her 2,642 stuffed animals and her 1,864 Schleich horses and then spent the next two hours arranging them all just so. While I hauled up the bookcase, the toy chest, the dresser AND her bunkbed. It was so fun seeing her room transformed and needless to say, she's CRAZY about it. Hopefully she'll even SLEEP there. What a concept.
It's pretty darn cute, if I do say so myself. I bought, last week, a nice old desk off Craigslist; this weekend (I hope) I'll sand and repaint it, and it will go in front of the window, overlooking the back yard. To do that homework she wakes up thinking about.
Completely unrelated, here's a picture I took this morning on the way to work. I also saw a coyote, but couldn't get a photo of it. I love my commute.
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