Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Reason 3947593 why my husband is the best man in the world
My kid is having a Halloween Slumber Party in a couple of weeks. I capitalize it because for a 10 year old little girl, it’s THAT important. And trying to be a decent mother, I make it a priority in my life. This weekend we decorated the house and began rearranging the living room to accommodate a little girl stampede. We made the entertainment center over to an appropriate spookyness. We’re picking out creepy pictures to put in all the picture frames. You might say we’re trying to keep up with the Adams’ in our own humble way.
In years past we would decorate the front porch with spider webs. However clean up on that brutal. The spiderwebs looked great, but try picking the cotton out of brick work after a good rain or two. Plus all the real bugs that get caught in it. By the end of October the white spiderwebs are grey and full of ladybugs. I’ve read far too many teachings of Buddah to feel completely ok with lining my front porch with ladybug quicksand. What a terrible way to die. So I started tying twine spiderwebs on the pillars of my front porch. Not quite the same effect but still spooky in it’s way. This year I used the skene of glow in the dark rope I got with the intention of making a lovely glowy rope flogger.
What in the hell does this have to do with my husband? I’m getting there.
Whilst tying this, more intricate than it looks, knot I inadvertently stood amidst a swarm of biting midges. Every so often I would feel a sharp stick and slap my arm expecting to have a mama misquito squished (ok, no soo bhudist) only to find a teeny tiny black dot, now dead. From the prick I estimate that the creatures mouth was approximately 9/10th’s it’s body size. Suprisingly the bites did not itch.
At least not that day.
Cut to 2 days later and I look like I have the mumps. Red swollen mounds all over. Ye gods did they itch! And in some of the most inconvenient places possible. Back of the knees, back of the thigh, neck, elbows (inside and out), top of the foot. I was going out of my mind because they all started itching at the same time.
Without being asked, without me even doing more than just itching my bites a few times, my husband puts away his comic, gets out the bite itch relief stuffs and a pair of tweezers. He applied the bite stuffs onto each bite and then used the tweezers to squeeze out the midge spit or whatever was causing me to itch so badly. The process took over 2 hours to complete.
And that, Charlie Brown, is the meaning of Love. It may be unglamorous. Hell, even a bit gross. But I have no doubt that that man loves me. To do something so tedious without once giving any kind of sign that what you are doing isn’t exactly what you want to be doing. Beyodn that to find joy in the fact that you are helping your partner. That is love.
And it is also reason 3947593 why my husband is the best man in the world.
In years past we would decorate the front porch with spider webs. However clean up on that brutal. The spiderwebs looked great, but try picking the cotton out of brick work after a good rain or two. Plus all the real bugs that get caught in it. By the end of October the white spiderwebs are grey and full of ladybugs. I’ve read far too many teachings of Buddah to feel completely ok with lining my front porch with ladybug quicksand. What a terrible way to die. So I started tying twine spiderwebs on the pillars of my front porch. Not quite the same effect but still spooky in it’s way. This year I used the skene of glow in the dark rope I got with the intention of making a lovely glowy rope flogger.
What in the hell does this have to do with my husband? I’m getting there.
Whilst tying this, more intricate than it looks, knot I inadvertently stood amidst a swarm of biting midges. Every so often I would feel a sharp stick and slap my arm expecting to have a mama misquito squished (ok, no soo bhudist) only to find a teeny tiny black dot, now dead. From the prick I estimate that the creatures mouth was approximately 9/10th’s it’s body size. Suprisingly the bites did not itch.
At least not that day.
Cut to 2 days later and I look like I have the mumps. Red swollen mounds all over. Ye gods did they itch! And in some of the most inconvenient places possible. Back of the knees, back of the thigh, neck, elbows (inside and out), top of the foot. I was going out of my mind because they all started itching at the same time.
Without being asked, without me even doing more than just itching my bites a few times, my husband puts away his comic, gets out the bite itch relief stuffs and a pair of tweezers. He applied the bite stuffs onto each bite and then used the tweezers to squeeze out the midge spit or whatever was causing me to itch so badly. The process took over 2 hours to complete.
And that, Charlie Brown, is the meaning of Love. It may be unglamorous. Hell, even a bit gross. But I have no doubt that that man loves me. To do something so tedious without once giving any kind of sign that what you are doing isn’t exactly what you want to be doing. Beyodn that to find joy in the fact that you are helping your partner. That is love.
And it is also reason 3947593 why my husband is the best man in the world.
Sunday, October 9, 2011
Friday, October 7, 2011
Thursday, October 6, 2011
The Whitest Kids U' Know
You may know them, I did not. Not even 100% why they turned up on my netflix list but there they were waiting in the red envelope. So I checked them out. Aside from the poop jokes (sooo not my thing) they were pretty funny. In need of an outside editor perhaps but several skits made me laugh out loud. So wrong which makes them so right to me.
For everyone who is not hip: Enjoy.
I feel like doing this every time I log onto facebook and see my niece's nearly illegible internet-ese.
You know, I wondered if it was something like this.
The truth at last!
pretty much the same as the new history books being printed in Texas
hysterical when you think it was filmed during the Bush administration. Scary today though.
and why not end with a little bit of a pee joke.
For everyone who is not hip: Enjoy.
I feel like doing this every time I log onto facebook and see my niece's nearly illegible internet-ese.
You know, I wondered if it was something like this.
The truth at last!
pretty much the same as the new history books being printed in Texas
hysterical when you think it was filmed during the Bush administration. Scary today though.
and why not end with a little bit of a pee joke.
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
What was the name of that ride?
This was a ride at my local Oktoberfest. I sat there with my mouth hanging open. Surely not! But yes! Yes, it was called Scat. Was the Fecalator already doing the circuit? And there is something terribly wrong with having children running around yelling "I LOVE SCAT!" ::shudder::
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