I don’t know, are you?
Let’s see, are you sock-sock-shoe-shoe or sock-shoe-sock-shoe?
Sock-shoe-sock-shoe, you say?
Well then, there you go, you’re a freak.
I don’t know, are you?
Let’s see, are you sock-sock-shoe-shoe or sock-shoe-sock-shoe?
Sock-shoe-sock-shoe, you say?
Well then, there you go, you’re a freak.
We just got home from Big Bear and before I commence with my evening couch-sitting, I thought I’d fire off a blog. You know, gotta keep those ‘rents off my back.
While on our mini vacay, we took TWENTY whole pictures, which is a really big deal around here. Because we don’t take pictures. Ever. Actually, we normally just lose our camera at the beginning of a trip and then find it afterward. Remember last year?
That said, I’ve been trying to take more pictures so that our lives don’t go completely undocumented and in case you haven’t already noticed, I now [finally!] have a flickr picture-shower-thing somewhere over yonder ——->
Aaaand if you haven’t guessed it by now, guess what? Our Big Bear pictures are already uploaded, so check ’em out!
I don’t normally do the Super Bowl betting thing, but this year we did a last-minute family Super Bowl poll and boy am I glad we did!
I won! I won! And I never win anything!
WOOOO!
Thank you Pittsburgh Steelers! You just bought momma a new pair of shoes.
I’ve been thinking recently about the Awkward Question Phase and whether or not it ever goes away. Awkward Question Phase, you ask? Yes, you know, like when you’ve been dating someone for an extended period of time and someone (usually someone who has no right to be asking, by the way), asks, “Sooooooooo, when are you guys going to get married?!” Or, when you are married and people (again, people who shouldn’t even be asking), ask, “Sooooooooo, when are you guys going to start having babies?!” I wonder, when I’m 60, are people going to start asking me, “Sooooooooo, when are you going to retire?!” I certainly hope not.
Since Chris and I only dated for a WHOPPING six months before he proposed, I never really had to field The Marriage Question. And although I have had my share of The Baby Question, that is not really the one that bothers me.
It’s the, “Sooooooooo, how’s marriage treating you?!” that’s really getting to me. Sure, it seems innocuous and perhaps you’re thinking I’m just really bitchy and rude for getting annoyed at that question. And perhaps you’re right.
But the thing is, there’s only one socially acceptable way to answer that question and unfortunately, it’s just not in my genetic makeup to answer with that excited, “It’s GREAT! I love it!” And so, I usually just answer with something to the effect of, “Oh, you know, it’s as to be expected after four months…” which I’m sure makes those around me feel a little awkward.
Rest assured, however, that marriage has been wonderful and lovely so far, but given that I just puked a little bit when typing the words “wonderful” and “lovely,” you can understand how I just can’t say them out loud.
I have one (ONE!) chapter of New Moon left.
Chris has finished Eclipse and is more than halfway through Breaking Dawn.
Apparently, I am a very slow reader.
Tonight was the first time Chris and I have been out where I got carded and he did not.
I asked the bartender, “What, you’re not going to card him too?”
The bartender replied, “Nah, he’s fine.”
So I don’t know who should be more offended, myself or Chris. I suppose Chris, right? I mean, this means he looks really old, whereas I look fantastically young.
Poor guy.
On Saturday afternoon, we went to see Twilight the movie and if we thought we work dorks before, well, we were sorely mistaken. In front of us sat two, umm, gentlemen, with Twilight t-shirts on. One said, “I run with vampires” and the other, “Team Edward.” Here, dudes, take it, the dork award goes to you.
In other news, in case you’re interested in an update on TWILIGHT WATCH 2009, as it’s apparently become, Chris surpassed where I was in New Moon and is now about a quarter of the way through Eclipse. It is because of this that I was pissed off at him for the greater part of yesterday morning.
You see, it is one of my biggest pet peeves when people read my magazine before I get to read it. Yes, it’s kind of petty, but dammit, it’s MY Us Weekly and I want to read about J Lo and her skinny husband or Fergie and Josh’s wedding (OMG, did you see her booty in that dress? DAMN!) FIRST!
So, you can imagine I was a little ticked when I was left in the dust by Chris reading MY book (well, really, my aunt’s book, but MINE nonetheless), especially when I had introduced him to it in the first place.
However, being the forgiving, understanding, and loving person I am, I have decided to get over it. Plus, it’s pretty silly to be mad at someone for too much reading, isn’t it? Or is it?
The Twilight series has taken this house by storm and a week ago, it was kind of endearing, like, Aww, look at us sitting in bed, reading two books from the same series, aren’t we adorable?
Now that we’re both reading the same copy of New Moon, though, well, it’s not so cute. It’s actually rather annoying, more like, No, you can’t read it, you’re past where I am, no fair!
Right now, Chris is outside working on his Jeep and I am going to take this opportunity to whoop some reading ass.
Well, in true fashion, Chris and I took practically zero pictures of our little vacay to Tahoe/Sacramento this past weekend. Because why on earth would we want to document New Year’s 2009 or the first snowboarding trip of the season or my adorable cousins or my grandparents’ 50th WEDDING ANNIVERSARY for goodness sake?
I hope our lack of pictures won’t lead you to believe it wasn’t a fun trip, because it was, oh it most definitely was. New Year’s was just lovely in Tahoe, even if I fell asleep at 9:00 PM. Pacific Time. And snowboarding was, well, fun, despite tumbling down the mountain and the subsequent bruised knees. Sacramento was absolutely fabulous. It’s great to see my once tiny little family morph into a huge entourage. Well, if 13 people can be considered a “huge entourage,” anyway.
Like all good things, though, vacations must come to an end. Now we’re back home and back to that daily grind, which, as annoying as it can be, is definitely better than battling those lines at the airport. Those. Sucked.
It’s 7:30 AM on December 31st and I would like to write a blog about all the awesomely great things that happened this past year (and there were a lot of them!), but we have showers to take and clothes to pack and snowboards to jam in the car and planes to catch. Then champagne to drink (HAPPY New Year!) and mountains to fall down and LOTS of WONDERFUL family to see. So…it looks like that blog will never happen.
Let’s just leave it at this: 2008 ROCKED! Bring it on, 2009!