The other day I ran a bunch of errands and straightened up our new little place and made dinner and felt very domestic since I am not usually responsible in that sort of way. This conversation followed:
Me: Know what I realized? I am going to make an awesome stay-at-home mom one day.
Andrew: Honey. (Sigh, in a "haven't we talked about this a million times" pattern of gentle frustration). We can't BOTH stay home.
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
One more reason I love my life
So, I just finished reading a case about a man who saved up 7 million Pepsi points to try to buy a Harrier Jet (yes, as in, only for marines and used for killing people) he saw on a Pepsi Stuff commercial in the mid-90s.
Remind me of this joyful moment next time I complain about law school.
Remind me of this joyful moment next time I complain about law school.
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
HAGS: Have a good summer? No, Hyper AGing Syndrome
It could happen to you.
I recently aged 11 years in a matter of weeks, and now I am 35. Well, pretty much. I have just been diagnosed with HAGS and I want to walk you through my experience: initial discovery stages, self-diagnosis, peace, and now, searching for a cure. Aging so quickly doesn't happen often, but when it happens, watch out.
Friday, I noticed my first hint something was different: Andrew got home from work a little earlier than he normally does, and I was done with class, so we embarked upon a weekend dinner date rather early.
Hint a: you are probably creeping up on HAGS and age 35 when you notice you just FINISHED EATING AND THEN LEFT a restaurant at 6:30 on a Friday night.
The night was young. We could've caught a movie, eaten some more, had a dance party, gone for dessert, hit up a play, any sort of rock out, had our own Bogglefest...don't worry: we fell asleep watching Cars.
Hint b: you are probably turning 35 when you fall asleep watching an animated film before 9 on a weekend.
We also (finally) got our couch delivered, which means we can sit on big-kid furniture in our living room, you know, like normal people do. Not only did we get our couch, but (and here is the kicker) I found myself TELLING PEOPLE THIS like it was something a) cool or b) interesting to anyone other than us. Next thing you know, I will be blogging about wallpaper and/or using all the serving platters people gave us.
Hint c: you are probably turning 35 when furniture is news. The next steps on this ladder of social aging include talking about coupons, morning sickness and early childhood development. Utah Breastfeeding Coalition, here I come!
Just when you thought my HAGS couldn't get any worse...
The hardest part of the disease is coming to terms with the fact that in a sick, soothing way: I kind of like it.
Hint d: you are probably turning 35 when you are getting more and more boring all the time, and you don't even mind.
I recently aged 11 years in a matter of weeks, and now I am 35. Well, pretty much. I have just been diagnosed with HAGS and I want to walk you through my experience: initial discovery stages, self-diagnosis, peace, and now, searching for a cure. Aging so quickly doesn't happen often, but when it happens, watch out.
Friday, I noticed my first hint something was different: Andrew got home from work a little earlier than he normally does, and I was done with class, so we embarked upon a weekend dinner date rather early.
Hint a: you are probably creeping up on HAGS and age 35 when you notice you just FINISHED EATING AND THEN LEFT a restaurant at 6:30 on a Friday night.
The night was young. We could've caught a movie, eaten some more, had a dance party, gone for dessert, hit up a play, any sort of rock out, had our own Bogglefest...don't worry: we fell asleep watching Cars.
Hint b: you are probably turning 35 when you fall asleep watching an animated film before 9 on a weekend.
We also (finally) got our couch delivered, which means we can sit on big-kid furniture in our living room, you know, like normal people do. Not only did we get our couch, but (and here is the kicker) I found myself TELLING PEOPLE THIS like it was something a) cool or b) interesting to anyone other than us. Next thing you know, I will be blogging about wallpaper and/or using all the serving platters people gave us.
Hint c: you are probably turning 35 when furniture is news. The next steps on this ladder of social aging include talking about coupons, morning sickness and early childhood development. Utah Breastfeeding Coalition, here I come!
Just when you thought my HAGS couldn't get any worse...
The hardest part of the disease is coming to terms with the fact that in a sick, soothing way: I kind of like it.
Hint d: you are probably turning 35 when you are getting more and more boring all the time, and you don't even mind.
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
to ponder
5 awesome things about being hitched:
1. My social status just went through the roof by permanently attaching myself to someone so freakishly awesome.
2. I get to kick it with my favorite friend every day.
3. I can ignore teachers who call on me as Ms. Gurr and pretend they must be talking to someone else because that's definitely not me.
4. We don't have to go home after we hang out.
5. Our baby will no longer be a bastard.
1. My social status just went through the roof by permanently attaching myself to someone so freakishly awesome.
2. I get to kick it with my favorite friend every day.
3. I can ignore teachers who call on me as Ms. Gurr and pretend they must be talking to someone else because that's definitely not me.
4. We don't have to go home after we hang out.
5. Our baby will no longer be a bastard.
First things first...
Okay, so we have a lot to cover, what with the biggest party of my life and a champion vacation in Me-hi-co and now a permanent best friend roommate, but before we get into any of that, I need to pay tribute to two important things:
#1: The Noodle Man. Someday I want an obituary as cool as this...I know someone already invented ramen noodles, swiffers and naps, so guess I should get brainstorming. Rest in peace, sodium king. My favorite: "teach a man to fish, and you feed him for a lifetime. Give him ramen noodles, and you don't have to teach him anything."
#2: This is an awful lot like my life. (start humming "Everybody dance now!")
In other news, I picked out a pretty awesome husband.
#1: The Noodle Man. Someday I want an obituary as cool as this...I know someone already invented ramen noodles, swiffers and naps, so guess I should get brainstorming. Rest in peace, sodium king. My favorite: "teach a man to fish, and you feed him for a lifetime. Give him ramen noodles, and you don't have to teach him anything."
#2: This is an awful lot like my life. (start humming "Everybody dance now!")
In other news, I picked out a pretty awesome husband.
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