Jessie: Oh God. Man peeing. There's a man peeing.
Heather: Oh God, where? Where?
Jessie: Over by the tree. By the tree!
Heather: OH GOD!
Jessie: I can see his weener! I can see his weener!
Question: Why did I ask, "where?" Why?
12.18.2008
11.02.2008
Merry Shelloween?
The 4th annual Shelloween has come and gone. If I do say so myself, it was the best one yet, and here is why:
10. All three Shellen bros were in attendance (with their respective wives) for the first time ever!
9. Joel and Annie wearing costumes that were made for infants.
8. A Stormtrooper in a Burger King mask.
7. The Michael Bolton version of "Jingle Bell Rock."
6. Best robot costume EVER!
5. Three sexy flappers.
4. "Mary-Kate Olsen" drinking a beer from her "Venti" Starbucks cup.
3. The Spanish version of Jingle Bell Rock (Navidad, Navidad, Navidad Rock)
2. Red, green and white candy corn. (You could paint that crap with gold and it would still be disgusting.)
1. The look on everyone's faces when they were greeted at the door with a plate of Christmas cookies and a house all decked out for the holidays.
Merry Christmas, everyone!!
10. All three Shellen bros were in attendance (with their respective wives) for the first time ever!
9. Joel and Annie wearing costumes that were made for infants.
8. A Stormtrooper in a Burger King mask.
7. The Michael Bolton version of "Jingle Bell Rock."
6. Best robot costume EVER!
5. Three sexy flappers.
4. "Mary-Kate Olsen" drinking a beer from her "Venti" Starbucks cup.
3. The Spanish version of Jingle Bell Rock (Navidad, Navidad, Navidad Rock)
2. Red, green and white candy corn. (You could paint that crap with gold and it would still be disgusting.)
1. The look on everyone's faces when they were greeted at the door with a plate of Christmas cookies and a house all decked out for the holidays.
Merry Christmas, everyone!!
10.27.2008
Ask and ye shall receive....
The name of this blog is "Are you there God? It's me, Heather." Just a silly play on the Judy Blume book? Perhaps. But sometimes there are important questions in life that need answers. So my beautiful babies, I have found a place where the questions go directly to the source. I, for one, can sleep a whole lot easier knowing that my prayers have been answered.
10.16.2008
I'll try not to beg.
Recently I've been thinking about the conversations I will have with my children someday that are synonymous to the ones our parents had with us. I'm talking about the "walked to school barefoot, uphill, both ways" and "it was just a mere 5 cents to go to the picture show" kind of stories.
My stories will probably be something like "I remember the day when you could actually go and watch the plane take off. AND you didn't even need to take off all of your clothes before going through security!" I also think about the things that my kids will ask me that will go something like this, "Wait, when you were a kid people couldn't...?" I remember when I came to the realization that, wait, within my parents lifetime, interracial marriage was illegal.
Isn't that a beautiful thing? The fact that it was ever illegal seeming unthinkable to a child? A child who never knew interracial marriage was anything but perfectly normal?
Let me have that same conversation with my kids someday. If you live in California, please vote No on 8.
My stories will probably be something like "I remember the day when you could actually go and watch the plane take off. AND you didn't even need to take off all of your clothes before going through security!" I also think about the things that my kids will ask me that will go something like this, "Wait, when you were a kid people couldn't...?" I remember when I came to the realization that, wait, within my parents lifetime, interracial marriage was illegal.
Isn't that a beautiful thing? The fact that it was ever illegal seeming unthinkable to a child? A child who never knew interracial marriage was anything but perfectly normal?
Let me have that same conversation with my kids someday. If you live in California, please vote No on 8.
7.12.2008
Wii would like to play.
I consider myself to be a fairly easy-going wife. My husband is in a rock band and I knew what I was getting into when I married him. The guitars. The amps. The pedals. The literally hundreds of CDs and all the other various noise-making thingies. I have never told him he couldn't purchase another piece of musical equipment. I consider it an expense and I am okay with that.
So then he tells me he wants to drop several hundred dollars on a Wii?? No way, I said. There are so many other things that he could buy with that money that goes to the band; a video game system is a waste. Hence began my plan to buy him the Christmas gift of the century.
It still took some convincing for sure. I never grew up with video games. My mother did not allow them in the house, not so much because of my sister and me but because I think she was afraid she would never see my father again. But more than that, I DIDN'T CARE. Video games were fun at other people's houses but I had way better things to do with my time like My Little Ponies, playing house and terrorizing my sister. In fact, I was never a big fan of arcades or cartoons even. Grant thinks I am abnormal and I say, excuse me if I preferred things that were REAL and you could actually TOUCH!
Also, I had no idea what getting a Wii around Christmas entailed. When I finally decided to get one, I walked into the game shop around the corner and said, "I'll take one Wii console, please!" The guy at the counter looked at me as though I had just asked him to ovulate and said, "Yeah, we don't have any of those but here's my card, call every day at noon when we get our shipments in. If we still have one when you call we'll hold it, but only for 15 minutes and then you are at the mercy of the crowds."
Okay? There was a lot more to this than I thought. I also tried Craigslist but this is what the posts would say:
"Wii console and games available. Bring no one and cash only to the location that will be delivered to you via carrier pigeon. You will meet a man wearing gray chinos and a "Members Only" jacket. He will be standing in front of the Chipotle. Upon arriving, he will take to you a secret elevator which you will ride to the center of the earth. There you will find a unicorn. DO NOT MAKE EYE CONTACT WITH THE UNICORN. It is only after the unicorn has left that you will receive you Wii console. Two nunchucks included."
Riiiiight. I am not about to get all "ninja style" up in here. I just want a freaking Wii. Long story short, I got one. It was an awesome Christmas. And guess what else? I LOVE IT!!! And I am now making up for all the years without one. Although, it has created one slight issue in the Shellen house: competition. At least I think this is an issue but Grant doesn't care. Why should he care? He beats me all the time! The reason, I think, is two-fold:
1. He plays more than I do.
2. He is a boy and was born with the "very-good-at-video-games" gene. It is the gene that is right next to the "inability-to-hear-your-wife-when-there-is-a-guitar-in-your-hand" gene and the "awesome-at-sound-effects" gene that girls simply were not born with.
The ONLY thing I can beat Grant at on the Wii is the boxing game in Wii Sports. I pulverize him every time. And his response to my consistent winning? "Okay, there is something wrong with my controller because I am doing EXACTLY what you are doing and my guy is NOT punching." Sure babe, that is the reason I am kicking your ass, not because I have mad skills.
Recently we acquired the coveted Wii Fit. It is intended to be an exercise program that comes with what looks like a small step aerobics step – a Wiimote for your feet, if you will. It has a variety of games that are aerobic, strength training, balance exercises and yoga. And you can play any of these games in the privacy of your own home after completing a simple "Body Test." Sure, not scary right? Well...
First, you enter your height, year of your birth and approximate weight of your clothes, a couple of randomly selected balance exercises are presented. After completing those, the Wii evaluates your posture and sense of balance and tells you what it thinks. Do you know what it asked me? "Heather, do you often find yourself tripping when you walk?" Nice.
Then, just like in every woman's worst nightmare, it calculates your BMI and your weight. But it doesn't just pop up on the screen with its answer. Nooooooo! In a cute little voice, it announces to the room that "You're overweight!" As if that were not punishment enough, your Mii character then GETS FATTER!!! After your Mii looks at the newly formed love handles, it then tells you your "Wii Fit age." Mine? 10 years older than my real age. "Wow Heather, your body is a lot weaker than it should be!" It was about this time that Grant had to ask me politely not to throw the new toy at the television.
And just like when we first acquired our Wii, Grant is killing at all the games and the body fit tests. You know what? So what if your weight is "normal" and and people like you are "less likely to develop heart conditions." And so what if your Wii Fit age is six years younger than your actual age? I brought this Wii into this world and so help me God, I can take it out of it.
So then he tells me he wants to drop several hundred dollars on a Wii?? No way, I said. There are so many other things that he could buy with that money that goes to the band; a video game system is a waste. Hence began my plan to buy him the Christmas gift of the century.
It still took some convincing for sure. I never grew up with video games. My mother did not allow them in the house, not so much because of my sister and me but because I think she was afraid she would never see my father again. But more than that, I DIDN'T CARE. Video games were fun at other people's houses but I had way better things to do with my time like My Little Ponies, playing house and terrorizing my sister. In fact, I was never a big fan of arcades or cartoons even. Grant thinks I am abnormal and I say, excuse me if I preferred things that were REAL and you could actually TOUCH!
Also, I had no idea what getting a Wii around Christmas entailed. When I finally decided to get one, I walked into the game shop around the corner and said, "I'll take one Wii console, please!" The guy at the counter looked at me as though I had just asked him to ovulate and said, "Yeah, we don't have any of those but here's my card, call every day at noon when we get our shipments in. If we still have one when you call we'll hold it, but only for 15 minutes and then you are at the mercy of the crowds."
Okay? There was a lot more to this than I thought. I also tried Craigslist but this is what the posts would say:
"Wii console and games available. Bring no one and cash only to the location that will be delivered to you via carrier pigeon. You will meet a man wearing gray chinos and a "Members Only" jacket. He will be standing in front of the Chipotle. Upon arriving, he will take to you a secret elevator which you will ride to the center of the earth. There you will find a unicorn. DO NOT MAKE EYE CONTACT WITH THE UNICORN. It is only after the unicorn has left that you will receive you Wii console. Two nunchucks included."
Riiiiight. I am not about to get all "ninja style" up in here. I just want a freaking Wii. Long story short, I got one. It was an awesome Christmas. And guess what else? I LOVE IT!!! And I am now making up for all the years without one. Although, it has created one slight issue in the Shellen house: competition. At least I think this is an issue but Grant doesn't care. Why should he care? He beats me all the time! The reason, I think, is two-fold:
1. He plays more than I do.
2. He is a boy and was born with the "very-good-at-video-games" gene. It is the gene that is right next to the "inability-to-hear-your-wife-when-there-is-a-guitar-in-your-hand" gene and the "awesome-at-sound-effects" gene that girls simply were not born with.
The ONLY thing I can beat Grant at on the Wii is the boxing game in Wii Sports. I pulverize him every time. And his response to my consistent winning? "Okay, there is something wrong with my controller because I am doing EXACTLY what you are doing and my guy is NOT punching." Sure babe, that is the reason I am kicking your ass, not because I have mad skills.
Recently we acquired the coveted Wii Fit. It is intended to be an exercise program that comes with what looks like a small step aerobics step – a Wiimote for your feet, if you will. It has a variety of games that are aerobic, strength training, balance exercises and yoga. And you can play any of these games in the privacy of your own home after completing a simple "Body Test." Sure, not scary right? Well...
First, you enter your height, year of your birth and approximate weight of your clothes, a couple of randomly selected balance exercises are presented. After completing those, the Wii evaluates your posture and sense of balance and tells you what it thinks. Do you know what it asked me? "Heather, do you often find yourself tripping when you walk?" Nice.
Then, just like in every woman's worst nightmare, it calculates your BMI and your weight. But it doesn't just pop up on the screen with its answer. Nooooooo! In a cute little voice, it announces to the room that "You're overweight!" As if that were not punishment enough, your Mii character then GETS FATTER!!! After your Mii looks at the newly formed love handles, it then tells you your "Wii Fit age." Mine? 10 years older than my real age. "Wow Heather, your body is a lot weaker than it should be!" It was about this time that Grant had to ask me politely not to throw the new toy at the television.
And just like when we first acquired our Wii, Grant is killing at all the games and the body fit tests. You know what? So what if your weight is "normal" and and people like you are "less likely to develop heart conditions." And so what if your Wii Fit age is six years younger than your actual age? I brought this Wii into this world and so help me God, I can take it out of it.
7.07.2008
Seriously cannot stop hitting repeat
This is currently my favorite song. I should also mention that I am, like, two degrees of separation away from being Jason Mraz's BFF as he knows my friend Joel by name. Well, at least he did six years ago when we saw him at the Fillmore. By name I tell you. If I had just a few more seconds with the guy I'm convinced that he would have been coming to Christmas dinner that year. But I digress.
Below is an excellent rendition of the song "I'm Yours." I can't decide what my favorite part of the video is. It is either the fact that there is a garden gnome sitting on a stool next to Toca or how ridiculously sexy is it that Jason sings only out of the right side of his mouth.
The video is a bit long so you might not be able to hang through the breakdown at the end. But seriously, did you already forget what I said? RIDICULOUSLY SEXY!
Below is an excellent rendition of the song "I'm Yours." I can't decide what my favorite part of the video is. It is either the fact that there is a garden gnome sitting on a stool next to Toca or how ridiculously sexy is it that Jason sings only out of the right side of his mouth.
The video is a bit long so you might not be able to hang through the breakdown at the end. But seriously, did you already forget what I said? RIDICULOUSLY SEXY!
4.22.2008
Conversations With Jessie
Jessie: So I know I am really not up to date on all of this stuff but PowerPoint is so cool!
Heather: Sure.
Jessie: I mean I know there is probably something out there that is way better considering most people were doing PowerPoint presentations my freshman year of High School, but I am seriously amazed.
Heather: Well, I am glad you have a new hobby.
Jessie: And then I used a scanner for the first time! Oh my God that thing is so cool. I mean it is like you put the picture there and it just...comes up on the screen.
Heather: That is kinda the idea.
Jessie: And you can change the fonts too!
Heather: Riiiight.
Jessie: Yeah, I am a little behind the times.
Heather: Sure.
Jessie: I mean I know there is probably something out there that is way better considering most people were doing PowerPoint presentations my freshman year of High School, but I am seriously amazed.
Heather: Well, I am glad you have a new hobby.
Jessie: And then I used a scanner for the first time! Oh my God that thing is so cool. I mean it is like you put the picture there and it just...comes up on the screen.
Heather: That is kinda the idea.
Jessie: And you can change the fonts too!
Heather: Riiiight.
Jessie: Yeah, I am a little behind the times.
4.03.2008
Conversations with Jessie
Jessie: What are you doing?
Heather: Staring at the fridge trying to figure out what to make for dinner.
Jessie: What do you have?
Heather: Some chicken tenders. Any ideas?
Jessie: Um...Oh! You should make that thing you made the one time with the chicken. I have no idea what it was but it was really good!
Heather: Yeah, thanks, I'll try that.
Heather: Staring at the fridge trying to figure out what to make for dinner.
Jessie: What do you have?
Heather: Some chicken tenders. Any ideas?
Jessie: Um...Oh! You should make that thing you made the one time with the chicken. I have no idea what it was but it was really good!
Heather: Yeah, thanks, I'll try that.
3.30.2008
The new theme song for my life.
3.24.2008
You know it is time to stop drinking when...
...you go to order your fourth drink of the night and you ask the bartender for an "Absolut Mandarin and Vodka."
Yes, can I have a little vodka with my vodka.
Yes, can I have a little vodka with my vodka.
3.12.2008
Conversations with Jessie
Voicemail message:
Heather: Hey. I got your message. What are you talking about?
Jessie: I can't not lie to strangers.
Heather: Like that time you told the Mormon missionaries that came to the door you were not interested because we were moving to Montana?
Jessie: Yeah. And the time that that guy asked me about my "fighting Irish" temporary tattoo and I said it was because Dad went to Notre Dame.
Heather: So, what did you do this time?
Jessie: I was at Starbucks this morning and I was wearing running pants and running shoes and the barista asked me, 'Going for a run?' And I said 'Yeah.' Then he asked me how much I run and I said, 'I like to do about 2 miles a day. I am trying to work my way up.'
Heather: Jessie! You know all you have to say is, "No actually, I don't run. Thank you for my latte."
Jessie: I know.
Heather: Where do you get this from. It's not like Mom and Dad lie!
Jessie: I think I panic. Or maybe it is thrilling for me to see how far I can take the story....I have issues.
Um hey, it's me. I think I need to go to counseling or something because I can't seem to stop myself from lying to strangers. I don't know what my problem is, I guess I panic or something. I don't know, call me back.
Heather: Hey. I got your message. What are you talking about?
Jessie: I can't not lie to strangers.
Heather: Like that time you told the Mormon missionaries that came to the door you were not interested because we were moving to Montana?
Jessie: Yeah. And the time that that guy asked me about my "fighting Irish" temporary tattoo and I said it was because Dad went to Notre Dame.
Heather: So, what did you do this time?
Jessie: I was at Starbucks this morning and I was wearing running pants and running shoes and the barista asked me, 'Going for a run?' And I said 'Yeah.' Then he asked me how much I run and I said, 'I like to do about 2 miles a day. I am trying to work my way up.'
Heather: Jessie! You know all you have to say is, "No actually, I don't run. Thank you for my latte."
Jessie: I know.
Heather: Where do you get this from. It's not like Mom and Dad lie!
Jessie: I think I panic. Or maybe it is thrilling for me to see how far I can take the story....I have issues.
2.18.2008
SLO
It's really convenient being born near a three-day weekend. Not only does it mean I have a day off, it also means it's mini-vacation time! This past weekend, Grant and I went down to San Luis Obispo for a very nostalgic mini-vacation. We are very fond of San Luis Obispo. Grant went to school there, and I did not. I went to Sac State. The distance was about as fun as an unmedicated root canal and one of the only things that made it bearable was our frequent trips to visit one another.
We still try to do these trips as frequently as we can, and we often find ourselves in the comfort of San Luis Obispo. A lot has changed about the city since Grant went to college there. Specifically, a lot has changed about the way we "roll" when we spend the weekend there, but some things have stayed the same.
First similarity: we stay in a hotel. That's right, back in college and now, we sleep in hotels. Why? Because in college Grant lived in a hotel for the first year. This means that he had a queen-sized bed, a private bathroom and maid service. I, on the other hand, lived in a dorm. I had a twin bed, shared a public restroom with 30 other girls, and had to wear shower shoes to avoid staph infections. But I'm not bitter at all. Living in a cinder-block-walled room the size of a pantry is all part of the college experience. Grant was the one who missed out.
What also has not changed is a trip to Bali's Self Serve Frozen Yogurt. Self-serve yogurt and toppings?!?! Ingenious. It is a place where I see all my childhood dreams coming true. As a kid, I hated the fact that you never got enough toppings. If I'd had it my way, I would have preferred to have a little yogurt with my toppings. In fact, I remember wanting to invent a place called a "topping store." I guess no one was willing to burst my bubble and tell me that such a thing already existed in what is commonly known as a "candy store."
However, a lot of our activities have changed since college, but I think I can say with quite a bit of confidence that Grant and I still know how to party.
In college, our days were often spent sleeping in until the early afternoon and then spending the day lounging and gearing up for the evening festivities. This past weekend, however, we did what any young, twenty-something, childless couple would do on a weekend away. We went and saw the elephant seals in San Simeon...twice. And let me tell you, do elephant seals know how to party! The males are all, "Hello ladies!" and the ladies are all, "Nuh-uh. Oh no you di-unt. You ain't gonna be my baby daddy!" But unfortunately, in the elephant seal world, no does not mean no.
But those aren't the only Bulls Grant and I are familiar with down there. In college, we spent many a Saturday night at Bull's Tavern. To give you an idea of the quality that is Bull's Tavern, just read the first few reviews that I linked to; the place is glorious. These days, we no longer make the time for this delightful dive. Because honestly, how much fun is it really going to be for Grant and me to hang out with girls in jean mini-skirts, thongs and Ugg boots who routinely jump up on the bar when "Welcome to the Jungle" comes on the jukebox? I have moved on from Purple Hooter shots and Rolling Rocks. When I go out for a drink, I want to wear my pearls and I want it to be a dirty martini with Grey Goose. And I want this drink after dinner, so around 9:30-ish. Because I want the lights to be out at 10:30; I don't want to be going out at 10:30.
So yes, I'm getting older. A year older just a few days ago to be exact. Sometimes it's hard to swallow. College was fun and partying was exciting and I miss it sometimes. And yes, I am ready to call it a night when all the young 'uns are heading out for a night of debauchery. I like to think these changes are just preparing us for what lies ahead in the (hopefully) near future. Or, maybe we are just two mini-vacations away from smelling like moth balls in our gold Lincoln Continental. But so long as I am with this guy, I'll take it.
We still try to do these trips as frequently as we can, and we often find ourselves in the comfort of San Luis Obispo. A lot has changed about the city since Grant went to college there. Specifically, a lot has changed about the way we "roll" when we spend the weekend there, but some things have stayed the same.
First similarity: we stay in a hotel. That's right, back in college and now, we sleep in hotels. Why? Because in college Grant lived in a hotel for the first year. This means that he had a queen-sized bed, a private bathroom and maid service. I, on the other hand, lived in a dorm. I had a twin bed, shared a public restroom with 30 other girls, and had to wear shower shoes to avoid staph infections. But I'm not bitter at all. Living in a cinder-block-walled room the size of a pantry is all part of the college experience. Grant was the one who missed out.
What also has not changed is a trip to Bali's Self Serve Frozen Yogurt. Self-serve yogurt and toppings?!?! Ingenious. It is a place where I see all my childhood dreams coming true. As a kid, I hated the fact that you never got enough toppings. If I'd had it my way, I would have preferred to have a little yogurt with my toppings. In fact, I remember wanting to invent a place called a "topping store." I guess no one was willing to burst my bubble and tell me that such a thing already existed in what is commonly known as a "candy store."
However, a lot of our activities have changed since college, but I think I can say with quite a bit of confidence that Grant and I still know how to party.
In college, our days were often spent sleeping in until the early afternoon and then spending the day lounging and gearing up for the evening festivities. This past weekend, however, we did what any young, twenty-something, childless couple would do on a weekend away. We went and saw the elephant seals in San Simeon...twice. And let me tell you, do elephant seals know how to party! The males are all, "Hello ladies!" and the ladies are all, "Nuh-uh. Oh no you di-unt. You ain't gonna be my baby daddy!" But unfortunately, in the elephant seal world, no does not mean no.
But those aren't the only Bulls Grant and I are familiar with down there. In college, we spent many a Saturday night at Bull's Tavern. To give you an idea of the quality that is Bull's Tavern, just read the first few reviews that I linked to; the place is glorious. These days, we no longer make the time for this delightful dive. Because honestly, how much fun is it really going to be for Grant and me to hang out with girls in jean mini-skirts, thongs and Ugg boots who routinely jump up on the bar when "Welcome to the Jungle" comes on the jukebox? I have moved on from Purple Hooter shots and Rolling Rocks. When I go out for a drink, I want to wear my pearls and I want it to be a dirty martini with Grey Goose. And I want this drink after dinner, so around 9:30-ish. Because I want the lights to be out at 10:30; I don't want to be going out at 10:30.
So yes, I'm getting older. A year older just a few days ago to be exact. Sometimes it's hard to swallow. College was fun and partying was exciting and I miss it sometimes. And yes, I am ready to call it a night when all the young 'uns are heading out for a night of debauchery. I like to think these changes are just preparing us for what lies ahead in the (hopefully) near future. Or, maybe we are just two mini-vacations away from smelling like moth balls in our gold Lincoln Continental. But so long as I am with this guy, I'll take it.
2.11.2008
Call your Grandmother!
Me: Hi Grandma. How are you?
Grandma: I'm fine, how about you?
Heather: Fine. I am calling you for no reason at all.
Grandma: Well that's the best reason for calling!
I would have to agree. Today you should call your [insert someone important in your life here] for no reason at all.
Grandma: I'm fine, how about you?
Heather: Fine. I am calling you for no reason at all.
Grandma: Well that's the best reason for calling!
I would have to agree. Today you should call your [insert someone important in your life here] for no reason at all.
1.20.2008
Laid out
I hurt my back a few days ago and I literally, despite the out-dated cliché, had fallen and I couldn't get up. Grant actually had to come home from work and pick my malfunctioning body up off the floor. What this has made me realize is how often you actually need the use of your back. To name just a few things, walking, standing, sitting, driving, coughing, using the ladies room and really just general moving, all pretty much require a functioning spine.
One other thing that is nearly impossible when you have back muscles that are on strike is laughing. This did not bode well for me when I had to have my sister drive me to my doctor appointment. The worst was when she made me laugh when only about half of my contorted body was flopped into the car. Despite the excruciating pain from the laughing, I couldn't stop myself when she starting singing "Inchworm, Inchworm" a la Danny Kaye from the Hans Christian Andersen Musical as I tried to finagle my uncooperative legs into the car. You probably had to be there, but the inflection in her voice was classic.
I could tell that Jessie felt bad, since I started screaming, and people were starting to stare and she said, "Okay, we're done now. How about I just turn on the radio and I won't speak anymore?" But then I had what I like to call "the church giggles." All it took was for me to make the slightest snort of a laugh and we both lost it again. Jessie yelled, "I DIDN'T EVEN SAY ANYTHING!!!"
And my response, amidst laughs and cries, went something like this: "I know...AHHH!!! But, OW!!! I am still thinking, OW!! About, AHHH! That damn, SWEET MOTHER OF GOD!!! Inchworm song, OW! And damn you, AHHH!!! For being so funny!!!"
It was agony, hilarious agony.
One other thing that is nearly impossible when you have back muscles that are on strike is laughing. This did not bode well for me when I had to have my sister drive me to my doctor appointment. The worst was when she made me laugh when only about half of my contorted body was flopped into the car. Despite the excruciating pain from the laughing, I couldn't stop myself when she starting singing "Inchworm, Inchworm" a la Danny Kaye from the Hans Christian Andersen Musical as I tried to finagle my uncooperative legs into the car. You probably had to be there, but the inflection in her voice was classic.
I could tell that Jessie felt bad, since I started screaming, and people were starting to stare and she said, "Okay, we're done now. How about I just turn on the radio and I won't speak anymore?" But then I had what I like to call "the church giggles." All it took was for me to make the slightest snort of a laugh and we both lost it again. Jessie yelled, "I DIDN'T EVEN SAY ANYTHING!!!"
And my response, amidst laughs and cries, went something like this: "I know...AHHH!!! But, OW!!! I am still thinking, OW!! About, AHHH! That damn, SWEET MOTHER OF GOD!!! Inchworm song, OW! And damn you, AHHH!!! For being so funny!!!"
It was agony, hilarious agony.
1.11.2008
Grant brought out the secret weapon...
And that weapon was? The shoes that are guaranteed to make to run faster, jump higher and rock harder.
P.F. Flyers.
I don't really know if it was the shoes, his incredible ability to perform under pressure as seen in this video, or that his newly acquired, perfectly coiffed facial hair was the source of all his powers, but whatever it was, it rocked the house down.
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P.F. Flyers.
I don't really know if it was the shoes, his incredible ability to perform under pressure as seen in this video, or that his newly acquired, perfectly coiffed facial hair was the source of all his powers, but whatever it was, it rocked the house down.
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1.09.2008
Conversations with Jessie
Heather: What are you doing?
Jessie: Well, I just finished drinking a glass of unsweetened-not-from-concentrate-all-natural cranberry juice.
Heather: And?
Jessie: My bladder has never felt more fabulous.
Heather: Are you being serious, or are you just saying that?
Jessie: I am just saying it. But I am saying it because I have faith in my heart that because of this glass of juice, it will be so.
Jessie: Well, I just finished drinking a glass of unsweetened-not-from-concentrate-all-natural cranberry juice.
Heather: And?
Jessie: My bladder has never felt more fabulous.
Heather: Are you being serious, or are you just saying that?
Jessie: I am just saying it. But I am saying it because I have faith in my heart that because of this glass of juice, it will be so.
1.06.2008
1.02.2008
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