Wednesday, January 28, 2009
First things first, Olivia is promoting a cause close to my heart: National Pie Week.
Everyone should go and sign the petition to get a National Pie Week declared! Plus, if we reach 50,000 signaures, Olivia will jump into a giant pie dressed as a naughty french maid (also a plus).
Next: Looking for love in all the wrong places? Do you not understand those big City-Folks? This place is for you. http://www.farmersonly.com/
And last, but certainly not least. The most hilarious thing I've seen in a long time. Also....I plan on marrying this child.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Mr. Barak Obama was sworn in as our 44th president yesterday, and that made me really, really happy. :-)
Can't find the oomph to be pissed off at George Bush right now, mainly, I think, because I'm just so excited that he is gone. I honestly caught myself laughing at one of his jokes during his last press conference and thinking "Oh George!" (insert corny sitcom music here). Don't worry though, I promptly slapped myself silly, and now I'm confidant that my anger toward him will eventually return in full force.
Other than that, what is happening?? January is that weird time of the year when you feel a new beginning coming on, and yet, it also feels like you are just sitting there, waiting for that new beginning to actually start. As I write this in the "dead zone" that is 3 PM at work, my stomach is tied up in knots and I keep wanting to just jump up and down and run around the building. Antsy is probably the perfect word for it.
So for now, I will continue to work out everyday, cook yummy things, read my five different books, and goof around the house, until February gets here and its awesomeness breaks me out of this mood.
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Well, that evening, after I had a made a delicious dinner, Daniel was sitting on the couch playing video games and I was on the floor playing Bananagrams,Clayton and some friend s walked in from a busy day of shopping/having fun to grab a few things. After they had left, I turned to Daniel and said, "Wow. They must think we are the lamest people in the entire world."
He just smiled and said "Yep!"
I'm glad we are both in on the joke.
Lame, schmame. Look at what we get into when we stay home all weekend!
Love you, silly goose husband. I hope the next four years are even more fun!
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
That's right, as of last Friday, I'm working out to become a lean, mean, kickin' ass and takin' names machine!
And luckily my good friend Brenda will be there to keep me on track....or take my monies if I don't keep up!
So here's to a new year of NOT being a big fat lazy bum! Woo!
Friday, January 2, 2009
There has been an attempted murder on someone's life. A lady with attack birds was poised and ready to release her Perilous Pigeon onto an unsuspecting victim (who happens to be a presidential candidate). Just as she began to give the bird the signal, both she and the bird were hit in the neck with poison darts, sending them both to the big aviary in the sky.
I was witness to the entire scene, and as I wait on the couch, two FBI agents come in to investigate. They find the woman's body and make a few notes. Then a third agent comes in and asks, "Where's the victim?" and the second answers "You mean the lady who raises dead birds?"
At that point, I lose it. I start to giggle, then my giggle becomes a full blown laugh. Then I'm laughing so hard that I'm crying, and finally I am falling on the floor and saying "raises dead birds" over and over, and each time I repeat it, the phrase becomes more hilarious, and suddenly
I am in two places at once.
My sleeping body is beginning to laugh. My dream self is still rolling around hysterically, but I can hear Daniel stirring beside me and asking me if I'm all right. My body starts to shake and my eyes are tearing up and I am letting out big gasps of laughter. I hear myself saying "Dead Birds" to Daniel and he sounds worried. I can't stop though. The tears are dripping down my cheeks and my chest is aching. Then my dream self gradually starts to fade away and I start to understand I am in my bed. My guffaws turn to chuckles and I sit up and wipe my eyes.
It's then I realize that both of my nostrils are completely plugged up and I can barely breathe. And this may sound crazy, but I think I started laughing so that my body could get more oxygen, since my nose certainly wasn't doing the job.
Anyway...this was definitely THE weirdest dream experience ever.