Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Sausage toes
On Conan last night (which we watched this morning), he made some joke about a 3 AM call and how that would be ok for McCain because he’d already be up peeing.
Mr. McCain and I have this in common. I am a 3 AM pee-er. I know many of us visit the facilities in the night but this consistent 3 am thing is what is getting to me. It’s pretty wild. But, mostly, annoying.
Annoying, particularly, because lately after my nightly sojourn, I spend the rest of the night in a state, not ever able to get comfortable and really sleep hard. Annoying, annoying.
Then there is the foot situation. Listen, if you happen to be a single woman, seeking a hursband, I would like to let you in on a little something. One of the most important attributes a man can have is the kindness of heart to rub your feet when they are swollen like over-buoyant rescue rafts and approximately the same length and width. With toes like Vienna sausages and feet whose top side has ½ an inch of squash where there once was naught, the foot-rubbing husband is a blessing from God. Yay, matt!
(it should be noted, while he’s always willing to help a sister out, yesterday he rubbed them after I said, “did you say you wanted to rub my feet?” I’ll be honest; he did not express any such emotion).
Alright, so it’s been a bit since we’ve spoken. The weekend happened. Matt and I went to the parenthood class. It was pretty good stuff, but thanks to mom’s extensive video series she made us watch, it wasn’t much new. The new aspect was all the post-partum stuff. Holy cow. I’m now totally stressed out about the prospect of all the stuff that goes on after a baby is forcefully ejected from my body (ew. That was totally repulsive. But accurate). Ay yi, there’s a lot that will happen. And then add to that that folks are going to want to come and visit…it’s almost too much for my feeble psyche.
Also this weekend matt and I (marginally) participated in the Sidewalk Scramble. Really, I just added some background vocals to a song, helped out with some paperwork, and brought food. Matt provided much more tantalizing contributions, including making sound effects, like punch noises and pancake noises, and dressing in a tunic, stripping to his underpants, and sitting in a bathtub while a group of six mod dancers frolicked about him.
It’s going to be a fairly interesting film. Our buddy sam was the mastermind and my big brother chris contributed the characters and backgrounds which were then animated by two other folks. All in all, a meeting of minds. And all I did was bring bagels.
Also, in my absence, I enjoyed a number of netflix films. We watched Across the Univers, which, despite being exceedingly long and kinda absurd, was really enjoyable. It’s essentially a glorified string of very stylized beatles videos. Who’s going to argue with that? I’m all pumped to get the soundtrack.
Last night we finished Deadwood. Pretty bleak, but good. The previous two season sort of ended with pretty uplifting scenes and this one was d-a-r-k. Though, visually and otherwise, I think this last season was significantly darker. But very good. Next up, on Jessica’s recommendation is Dead Like Me…intermingled with a host of other films.
Last night we also, finally, finished the BBC Pride and Prejudice. We watched the first two parts on PBS but then the last part came on the day after we moved and our tivo wasn’t set up. So I requested volume 2 and matt and I tried to figure out where were in the epic story. Mission eventually accomplished and, against his better judgment, matt liked it. I know he did!
That’s mostly it. Oh, the pup came over on Monday and got into an ant bed. I guess it’s the schnauzer in her, but she has an uncanny desire to stick her nose into any bit of soft ground she can…unfortunately, it was an ant bed and she was standing in it, too, for entirely too long before I figured out what was happening. So sad. She clearly was baffled as to what was happening but she wouldn’t really let me help her get the ants off. She eventually got them all off but it was a sad little stretch there.
I’m sucking down an O’Henry’s beverage called a Cinnamon Roll. Now look here, I got a decaf, but in my obviously pregnant state, I feel the eyes of the coffee drinking world boring holes in me every time I enjoy a beverage from there. This one lady in particular, I could feel her nose-looking-down-ness this morning. She was the size of a peanut and in a matching tennis outfit. Her hair was meticulous and she got her coffee in a hurry and burst out the door ahead of this swarthy pregnant woman, only pausing to look disbelievingly at me. Then she got into a small convertible and I was vindicated when I noticed that her vanity plate read “zoomin.” Puhlease. You can go ahead and judge your heart out. I may be fat, I may drink coffee, but I will never have such a lame-A tag on my car.
Fin.
Awhile back I shared laser cats 2. Somehow I had not seen the original…I’ll never have to say that again. And neither will you.
On Conan last night (which we watched this morning), he made some joke about a 3 AM call and how that would be ok for McCain because he’d already be up peeing.
Mr. McCain and I have this in common. I am a 3 AM pee-er. I know many of us visit the facilities in the night but this consistent 3 am thing is what is getting to me. It’s pretty wild. But, mostly, annoying.
Annoying, particularly, because lately after my nightly sojourn, I spend the rest of the night in a state, not ever able to get comfortable and really sleep hard. Annoying, annoying.
Then there is the foot situation. Listen, if you happen to be a single woman, seeking a hursband, I would like to let you in on a little something. One of the most important attributes a man can have is the kindness of heart to rub your feet when they are swollen like over-buoyant rescue rafts and approximately the same length and width. With toes like Vienna sausages and feet whose top side has ½ an inch of squash where there once was naught, the foot-rubbing husband is a blessing from God. Yay, matt!
(it should be noted, while he’s always willing to help a sister out, yesterday he rubbed them after I said, “did you say you wanted to rub my feet?” I’ll be honest; he did not express any such emotion).
Alright, so it’s been a bit since we’ve spoken. The weekend happened. Matt and I went to the parenthood class. It was pretty good stuff, but thanks to mom’s extensive video series she made us watch, it wasn’t much new. The new aspect was all the post-partum stuff. Holy cow. I’m now totally stressed out about the prospect of all the stuff that goes on after a baby is forcefully ejected from my body (ew. That was totally repulsive. But accurate). Ay yi, there’s a lot that will happen. And then add to that that folks are going to want to come and visit…it’s almost too much for my feeble psyche.
Also this weekend matt and I (marginally) participated in the Sidewalk Scramble. Really, I just added some background vocals to a song, helped out with some paperwork, and brought food. Matt provided much more tantalizing contributions, including making sound effects, like punch noises and pancake noises, and dressing in a tunic, stripping to his underpants, and sitting in a bathtub while a group of six mod dancers frolicked about him.
It’s going to be a fairly interesting film. Our buddy sam was the mastermind and my big brother chris contributed the characters and backgrounds which were then animated by two other folks. All in all, a meeting of minds. And all I did was bring bagels.
Also, in my absence, I enjoyed a number of netflix films. We watched Across the Univers, which, despite being exceedingly long and kinda absurd, was really enjoyable. It’s essentially a glorified string of very stylized beatles videos. Who’s going to argue with that? I’m all pumped to get the soundtrack.
Last night we finished Deadwood. Pretty bleak, but good. The previous two season sort of ended with pretty uplifting scenes and this one was d-a-r-k. Though, visually and otherwise, I think this last season was significantly darker. But very good. Next up, on Jessica’s recommendation is Dead Like Me…intermingled with a host of other films.
Last night we also, finally, finished the BBC Pride and Prejudice. We watched the first two parts on PBS but then the last part came on the day after we moved and our tivo wasn’t set up. So I requested volume 2 and matt and I tried to figure out where were in the epic story. Mission eventually accomplished and, against his better judgment, matt liked it. I know he did!
That’s mostly it. Oh, the pup came over on Monday and got into an ant bed. I guess it’s the schnauzer in her, but she has an uncanny desire to stick her nose into any bit of soft ground she can…unfortunately, it was an ant bed and she was standing in it, too, for entirely too long before I figured out what was happening. So sad. She clearly was baffled as to what was happening but she wouldn’t really let me help her get the ants off. She eventually got them all off but it was a sad little stretch there.
I’m sucking down an O’Henry’s beverage called a Cinnamon Roll. Now look here, I got a decaf, but in my obviously pregnant state, I feel the eyes of the coffee drinking world boring holes in me every time I enjoy a beverage from there. This one lady in particular, I could feel her nose-looking-down-ness this morning. She was the size of a peanut and in a matching tennis outfit. Her hair was meticulous and she got her coffee in a hurry and burst out the door ahead of this swarthy pregnant woman, only pausing to look disbelievingly at me. Then she got into a small convertible and I was vindicated when I noticed that her vanity plate read “zoomin.” Puhlease. You can go ahead and judge your heart out. I may be fat, I may drink coffee, but I will never have such a lame-A tag on my car.
Fin.
Awhile back I shared laser cats 2. Somehow I had not seen the original…I’ll never have to say that again. And neither will you.
