Wednesday, June 25, 2008
At the end of the show, the production company commercial came on. It's a little cartoon clip with a voice over that says "That's some bad hat, Harry."
I say: Whoa, that guy has boobs.
Him: Huh? (Not paying attention)
Me: The commercial, did you see that? The guy had boobs. Weird. Rewind it. (Yeah, I'm that strange that I wanted to see it twice)
Him: Is he fat?
Me: Just rewind it.
He does and we both watch.
Me: See? That's so weird. I wonder why? They are all saggy. The guy is skinny.
Him: Gross. They are like old lady boobs.
Me: How do you know what old lady boobs look like? (I'm smiling at this point)
Him: From comics and stuff. You know, like bowling pins, the joke...
Me: Ooooh yeah, comics. Uh huh. Haha.
Him: Go clean up the leftover beans.
Me: I'm going to put them in your sock drawer. (I can't help but laugh at this point)
No response from him.
I'll say I won that battle. Oh yes, the conversations at my house are deep.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Dance class is going well. I've got two sessions under my belt. It's me and the blue hairs. I think I'm the youngest one there by a good 15 years, but the majority of them could be my grandmothers. That's OK though. They are really nice and inviting, and have been doing it for years, so a lot of them are really good! I'm hanging though. My moves are rusty, but it'll come back to me. The class is a combination of both tap and jazz. Thankfully the majority of the class focuses on tap, I'm not all that into the jazz, but the important part is that I'm having fun. I should have a couple of routines down by the end of my ten weeks.
I can't believe the fourth of July is the following weekend. Where is the time going? It was just Memorial Day. However, I've got a couple of sweet things planned in the upcoming month. One being the Snoop Dog concert at Common Ground in Lansing. I never thought I'd get a chance to go see 'ol Snoop-a-loop, but hey, never say never, right? I'm going with Juniper, she's got free tickets. VIP tickets no less. I better start practicing my moves. I can't imagine the crazy kids these days are still doing the running man or cabbage patch.
And a couple of days after the concert, I head up to Cadillac for our annual "Girls Weekend". We're throwing golf into the mix this year. The Pines (a townie bar in Downtown Caddy) AND golf? This trip has shenanigans written all over it. Oooh I can't wait. Waahaahahaha (that's my evil laugh). The last time I went golfing, I fell out of the cart when my partner in crime took a turn too fast, and I ended up doing cartwheels on the green in celebration of GETTING par. Just to paint a picture of how serious I actually take this. All of the other golfers on the course are going to love me. I just know it.
I've also got a couple of weddings coming up in July and August. We got invited to a wedding out in Portland, OR, but I don't think we'll make that one. The airfare is just too darn expensive. I've always wanted to visit and hit up Seattle and Vancouver, but it's not likely to happen this year. I've got plans of going on a trip over Labor Day weekend...or maybe that's wishful thinking too.
So stay tuned. I'll have stories, pictures and updates coming.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
One of my Rosebushes...
The Buttercup Primrose I got from my Mother-in-law...
One of the garden bugs that I got from the East Lansing Art Fair this year...
My Wee Willie Sweet Williams (not as cute as Jackie's though!)
And one of the planters I put together. The purple is Hawaii Blue, the red is Flowering Tobacco, and the plant on the left is my Zinnia that I started from seed, and a Razzmatazz Sunflower that I also started.
Monday, June 16, 2008
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
I came home on Saturday at 8:00 at night to find the yard tore up like a field. I went into total internal panic mode. I didn't dare tell the Husband, since he'd been working on it all day long. I had been on the road since 8:45 that morning attending a bridal shower in Clarkston, a baby shower in Lansing and an Open House in Eaton Rapids. I'm glad that I made an appearance at all of the gatherings, because it wasn't that long ago that I had showers that these people came to. And maybe someday I'll have a baby shower too. Eeek! Sorry, friends (the founding forefathers), I'm probably going to soak you once again for a gift. My apologies in advance. I will repay you though. With lots of love. You can't put a price on that! Because I do love you all so very much. I know I don't always show it, but you guys are the best. Ever. Muah!
OK, I got a sidetracked there. The yard. When I got home on Saturday, I think the exhaustion took over, because I wasn't exactly happy to see all of our grass shred up. But I've calmed down since then. The standing water all over the place finally soaked in, so it's looking more like a clean palette as opposed to a war zone. So we've been working super hard. I'm a dunce, and forgot to take before pictures, and some of the before pictures I took got lost. Stupid memory card. I promise to take photos after to post. I've definitely got my work cut out for me. I went a little overboard on flowers this year. Whoopsie. The seeds that I started that made it are doing well though. Hooray for Zinnia, Razzmatazz Sunflowers, and Impatiens! I did plop a couple little Aster seedlings in my planters, so we'll see how they do.
After I get everything put together, I may have some leftover flowers to get rid of, so stayed tuned if you are interested....
Friday, June 6, 2008
For those people with cats, dogs, or a pet of any sort, do your pets act like this? Mine will, at exactly 5:00 a.m. every single morning walk all over me in bed, dig at the covers on my legs like they are burying something in cat litter, meow, whine, and do just about anything to make noise or cause a ruckus all because they want to eat. I have on rare occasions gotten some light bites (more like a pinch with teeth) to the arm to wake me up. I love this one, because right after they do it, they lean back, check the expression on my face to see if I'm mad, and get ready to either do it again (talk about pressing your luck) or to high tail it out of the bedroom. I must add, this stuff never happens to the Husband. They know better than to mess with Daddy when he's sleeping. I'm the pushover.
So I'm going to get the food, and I start to feed the cats at their designated stations. We have to do scheduled feedings and separate them, because two of my cats would otherwise eat until they vomit every single time. They definitely have a problem. I feed Tayshaun, and then I can't find Sasha. Which is strange. I don't think this little lady has missed a meal since she moved in. I kinda walk through the house calling her name, and I see movement in the reflection of the living room window (It's almost daylight at this point, but technically the sunrise hasn't happened yet. You can see, but it's still sorta dark). I laugh to myself for a minute, "probably a ghost", but in reality figure it's my own reflection, and move on to feed Nico.
I'm calling Sasha for another couple of seconds, I'm checking the couches to see if she's curled up there, look in the spare bedroom to see if she's snoozing in there, but seriously, she doesn't miss a meal, what's going on? She comes running from all sides of the house as soon as I open the food bin. I'm baffled. Then I see her. She's propped on the cat tower in the family room in attack mode. I follow her gaze to the right, just in time to see a deer run off! She (the deer) must have been right outside of my bedroom window. That was also probably the reflection I saw in the window; her walking along the outside of the house right under my nose. I'll have to investigate the plant damage (if there is any) tonight. I assume she was doing one of two things, maybe both: Drinking from our bird bath or eating my perennial garden. Hmm, I'm thinking option two, but hoping option one. Regardless, it was pretty cool to see a deer that close to our house. We see them way in the back area on very rare occasions, and I grew up in the country, so I've seen plenty of deer in my day, but not right outside my window. Literally feet away. I was blown away at the bravery of the beast, I suppose. That's kind of gutsy.
The deer is long gone. So I pry (her claws were locked into the fabric she didn't want to leave so bad) Sasha off the tower to go feed her, she really wanted to continue watching out the window. Seeing a deer that close was obviously new to her too. I put her on the floor next to her bowl of food, and walk away. I see her peeking around the corner, eyeing the family room because she wants to go back. I tell her "You need to eat, then you can go back and look, but that deer is not going to be there." So she takes a couple quick bites, then pokes her head around the corner again to take a look, and this continues back and forth until her food is gone.
After I finish getting ready, I go into the bedroom where the Husband is sleeping. I say, "You're never going to believe what I saw!". He jumps up, arms flailing, legs kicking as he sits up really fast. He says "WHAT? What's going on?". I tell him, "There was a deer right outside of our bedroom window this morning! Isn't that nuts?". He then says, "Wha-... Damn, Baby, don't scare me like that." I say, "Gosh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. I was just telling you what happened." To which he responds, "Next time try not to sound so excited. You really scared me. I thought something happened."
Well, something did happen, didn't it? I'll have to save my excited voice for when there is a crisis. There is definitely a difference between excitement and panic though. Not in the eyes of the sleeper, I suppose. So I'll keep it toned down from here on out.
Psst! It really was cool though.