6.26.2007
Maybe someday we will be on VH1's behind the music.
Ok. So I am a little biased, but if you come to one of their shows, you will not only see them live, buy a CD and get it signed by the band (before they were famous), you can also hit on my very handsome and talented husband and I promise I will not interfere with your attempts. Seriously. I am no help to him. If he finds himself trapped in a corner with a fan and we happen to make eye contact from across the room and he calls to me with his eyes for help, I just smile and wave. He really appreciates it.
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6.21.2007
Now I am in it to win it!
Tonight was the last class in session one of belly dancing. Jess and I both missed last week so we were just a little lost this week. At one point the instructor stopped what she was doing to turn around and look only at both of us and just say, "Ohhh-kaaay. Let's try that again...from the beginning." I can't really blame her. The confused expressions on our faces spoke louder than 1,000 words. Also, I think the "rhythms" we were creating with our finger cymbals were seizure inducing.
When class started I was sure that by the end I would leave that class and never look back. But surprisingly, at the end, I was starting to get it. And by starting, I am talking, my movements became...slightly more human in nature. So you know what? I am going to take this class again and this time, I am not going to care what I look like. I'm going big baby, and I am going to get this!
When class started I was sure that by the end I would leave that class and never look back. But surprisingly, at the end, I was starting to get it. And by starting, I am talking, my movements became...slightly more human in nature. So you know what? I am going to take this class again and this time, I am not going to care what I look like. I'm going big baby, and I am going to get this!
6.17.2007
Wow.
We bought a Dyson on woot.com the other day. It was a great deal and I am really excited that we have it.
Grant, however, seems to be experiencing something that is difficult to describe. Elation maybe? In the days leading up to its arrival, he was acting as though we were days away from the arrival of our first child.
It was late when we came home on Sunday. It had a been a long day, a long weekend really, and when we got home I walked right past the vacuum without a second thought. I had a few quick things to do before bed and that was it. Clearly there would be no time to vacuum. At 10:30 I realized I had not seen Grant for a awhile so I called downstairs.
"Honey, what are you doing?"
silence...
"Nothing."
That was a loaded "nothing." "Nothing," in reality was him putting his new baby together. When I came downstairs, I found him with his hand gripping tightly on the handle and he had a look on his face that can only be described as pure and utter joy.
I just looked at him with an expression that tried to convey, "It is late. What the hell are you doing?" But nothing could ruin that moment for him. He just looked at me with his child-like eyes and said, "It is our vacuum honey!"
He named her Regina.
Grant, however, seems to be experiencing something that is difficult to describe. Elation maybe? In the days leading up to its arrival, he was acting as though we were days away from the arrival of our first child.
It was late when we came home on Sunday. It had a been a long day, a long weekend really, and when we got home I walked right past the vacuum without a second thought. I had a few quick things to do before bed and that was it. Clearly there would be no time to vacuum. At 10:30 I realized I had not seen Grant for a awhile so I called downstairs.
"Honey, what are you doing?"
silence...
"Nothing."
That was a loaded "nothing." "Nothing," in reality was him putting his new baby together. When I came downstairs, I found him with his hand gripping tightly on the handle and he had a look on his face that can only be described as pure and utter joy.
I just looked at him with an expression that tried to convey, "It is late. What the hell are you doing?" But nothing could ruin that moment for him. He just looked at me with his child-like eyes and said, "It is our vacuum honey!"
He named her Regina.
6.09.2007
Conversations with Jessie
Friends: The one with Frank Junior
Joey: Maybe my ruler is wrong.
Phoebe: Maybe all the rulers are wrong.
My phone rings:
Heather: Hello?
Jessie: Hey.
Heather: Hey.
Jessie: I am very distressed.
Heather: Why?
Jessie: Because I just went to the doctor and apparently I am 5'8" 1/2. 5'8"1/2!?! How tall are you?
Heather: 5'11"
Jessie: What the hell!
Heather: I'm sorry?
Jessie: I am 5'10". That is what I identify with; that is what I always tell people. 5'10" is cool. 5'8" 1/2, is so...boring. So, either I am shrinking or the ruler is wrong.
Heather: Maybe all the rulers are wrong.
Jessie: Friends?
Heather: Yeah.
One of our many talents. We can always bring it back to Friends.
Joey: Maybe my ruler is wrong.
Phoebe: Maybe all the rulers are wrong.
My phone rings:
Heather: Hello?
Jessie: Hey.
Heather: Hey.
Jessie: I am very distressed.
Heather: Why?
Jessie: Because I just went to the doctor and apparently I am 5'8" 1/2. 5'8"1/2!?! How tall are you?
Heather: 5'11"
Jessie: What the hell!
Heather: I'm sorry?
Jessie: I am 5'10". That is what I identify with; that is what I always tell people. 5'10" is cool. 5'8" 1/2, is so...boring. So, either I am shrinking or the ruler is wrong.
Heather: Maybe all the rulers are wrong.
Jessie: Friends?
Heather: Yeah.
One of our many talents. We can always bring it back to Friends.
6.06.2007
6.05.2007
Don't ya think?
I find it a form of cruel and unusual punishment when you are at the gym and the hanging TVs above your head are tuned to the food network. Not only is it the food network, it's Sandra Lee's show. Nothing is worse, in my opinion. If she is not using Tater Tots to substitute for potatoes, cool whip topping for real whipped cream, or making this (ugh), she is pouring vodka into a chilled champagne glass and calling it a cocktail. Plus her eyes make her look dead inside. Easy on the eye liner for God's sake.
On second thought, maybe all the TVs in the gym should be her show. The loss of appetite is basically instantaneous.
On second thought, maybe all the TVs in the gym should be her show. The loss of appetite is basically instantaneous.
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