Friday, September 25, 2009
Friday, September 18, 2009
How to annoy me
Tell me my shoes are a little bit Betty Boop. Well your shoes are a little bit orthopedic.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
So this is love
Ben and I have been married for almost 10 months now. Like never before I feel utmost confidence in his love for me. Often when people have been together for awhile the compliments start to fall on deaf ears. I'm not sure if there is a name for this unfortunate syndrome but I know I've fallen prey to it in the past. I suppose it is similar to the way a teenage girl decides her mother has to think she's beautiful because that's what mother's do.
Last night Ben and I were watching what Not to Wear together. Now I don't want to mislead anyone here. I don't have to force Ben to watch this show, but neither is it his favorite form of televised entertainment. During the make-up segment when Carmindy was explaining how to emphasize one's favorite features, I teasingly asked Ben which of my facial features were his favorites. He answered, quite genuinely, that he liked my nose and that "from the side, it is especially cute."
Now people, I have never given a lot of thought to my nose. It is a nice enough organ but nothing I've ever spent a lot of time loving or hating. When he said that, though, my heart fluttered in my chest and down to my toes. It has been echoing in my head all day. My husband thinks I have a cute nose! Isn't that just lovely?
I have no idea why this particular compliment means so much to me. I think it must be love.
Last night Ben and I were watching what Not to Wear together. Now I don't want to mislead anyone here. I don't have to force Ben to watch this show, but neither is it his favorite form of televised entertainment. During the make-up segment when Carmindy was explaining how to emphasize one's favorite features, I teasingly asked Ben which of my facial features were his favorites. He answered, quite genuinely, that he liked my nose and that "from the side, it is especially cute."
Now people, I have never given a lot of thought to my nose. It is a nice enough organ but nothing I've ever spent a lot of time loving or hating. When he said that, though, my heart fluttered in my chest and down to my toes. It has been echoing in my head all day. My husband thinks I have a cute nose! Isn't that just lovely?
I have no idea why this particular compliment means so much to me. I think it must be love.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Emily!
Acting as Emily Post:
B: Emily, it is horribly inappropriate to eat that with your fingers.
J: Yeah, baby. Please use your fork.
E. But why? I promise I'll pick them up with my fingers only when you aren't looking.
On life decisions:
That man in that truck is smoking! That will turn your lungs black, my body book says it. I hope he is happy with his decision to turn his lungs black.
On the drudgery of traffic jams:
E: Mom, why does the traffic have to be stopped both ways?!
J: I don't know, baby. I cannot control the traffic.
E: I wish you could. Then I wouldn't have to stare at the ugly old man.
B: Emily, it is horribly inappropriate to eat that with your fingers.
J: Yeah, baby. Please use your fork.
E. But why? I promise I'll pick them up with my fingers only when you aren't looking.
On life decisions:
That man in that truck is smoking! That will turn your lungs black, my body book says it. I hope he is happy with his decision to turn his lungs black.
On the drudgery of traffic jams:
E: Mom, why does the traffic have to be stopped both ways?!
J: I don't know, baby. I cannot control the traffic.
E: I wish you could. Then I wouldn't have to stare at the ugly old man.
Monday, August 31, 2009
Rain clouds and a cold. It must be Monday.
Three months. That's how long I've lived here. The summer is drawing to a close rather more quickly than I ever remember it doing in Texas. We are giving it a pretty good send off, though.
One Mr. David C. Caray (What does that other C stand for anyway? My guess is Christopher, but that seems too average.) came to visit. I got his trip off to a fabulous start by getting lost while leaving the airport. Let's face it, we are not true friends until you have been white-knuckled in my car as I narrowly avoid other vehicles and random inanimate objects while trying to figure out where I am. It's a good time. Really.
Dave arrived on Thursday followed by my husband on Friday and then the weekend. Saturday's weather was DE-LIGHT-FUL! We had to go to the beach before fall got here. We just had to. The boys decided we also had to grill bratwurst at the beach. HAD TO. It was just that kind of day. The waves were huge. What does that mean? It means I chased my kiddo all over the sand while Ben and Dave threw themselves at the waves. The ocean definitely gave them a beating, but they insist they "gave as good as they got." Yeah, I'm sure the big sea will think twice before tossing you about next time.
We returned home in a complete state of sand-covered exhaustion. Emily got the first bath which gave Dave enough time to invent Hennefress. It is a blend of Hennesey and Fresca served on the rocks. It is delightfully refreshing until you swallow and are hit with the indescribable aftertaste. Needless to say, our day at the beach had not left Dave in his right mind. After the remaining members of the household showered and Michelle, the babysitter from paradise, arrived me, Ben and Dave drove to The Winehouse in Ghent for a date with the Oberlins and some cats called Jenny and Matt. I won't lie, we rocked out to Sinatra and Flogging Molly the entire drive. The food was so good, the wine was good, the Mojito was A-MAZING, and the company kept me laughing. Jenny was hilarious. Ben, sadly, was a little sun sick so he interacted as much as he could, but did not have nearly the good time I had. By the way, thanks again for dinner and the drinks Dave!
Sadly, the sunshine has now been replaced by rain and I can barely breathe thanks to the thousand pounds of snot in my sinuses. Ugh, it must be Monday. And fall.
One Mr. David C. Caray (What does that other C stand for anyway? My guess is Christopher, but that seems too average.) came to visit. I got his trip off to a fabulous start by getting lost while leaving the airport. Let's face it, we are not true friends until you have been white-knuckled in my car as I narrowly avoid other vehicles and random inanimate objects while trying to figure out where I am. It's a good time. Really.
Dave arrived on Thursday followed by my husband on Friday and then the weekend. Saturday's weather was DE-LIGHT-FUL! We had to go to the beach before fall got here. We just had to. The boys decided we also had to grill bratwurst at the beach. HAD TO. It was just that kind of day. The waves were huge. What does that mean? It means I chased my kiddo all over the sand while Ben and Dave threw themselves at the waves. The ocean definitely gave them a beating, but they insist they "gave as good as they got." Yeah, I'm sure the big sea will think twice before tossing you about next time.
We returned home in a complete state of sand-covered exhaustion. Emily got the first bath which gave Dave enough time to invent Hennefress. It is a blend of Hennesey and Fresca served on the rocks. It is delightfully refreshing until you swallow and are hit with the indescribable aftertaste. Needless to say, our day at the beach had not left Dave in his right mind. After the remaining members of the household showered and Michelle, the babysitter from paradise, arrived me, Ben and Dave drove to The Winehouse in Ghent for a date with the Oberlins and some cats called Jenny and Matt. I won't lie, we rocked out to Sinatra and Flogging Molly the entire drive. The food was so good, the wine was good, the Mojito was A-MAZING, and the company kept me laughing. Jenny was hilarious. Ben, sadly, was a little sun sick so he interacted as much as he could, but did not have nearly the good time I had. By the way, thanks again for dinner and the drinks Dave!
Sadly, the sunshine has now been replaced by rain and I can barely breathe thanks to the thousand pounds of snot in my sinuses. Ugh, it must be Monday. And fall.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Emily!
On social behavior:
"Naturally, Jafar loses because he is not acting beautiful on the inside."
On thinking scientifically:
E: Why does there have to be so many people on Earth?
J: Well I don't know that there has to be, but there are a lot of people on Earth.
E: I know! I bet there are no other planets with people because they got hit by too many meteors and everybody moved here so they wouldn't have to live in busted up houses.
On wearing big girl panties:
"If anybody makes fun of my lip I'm just going to tell them 'I don't want to talk about it,' and walk away."
"Naturally, Jafar loses because he is not acting beautiful on the inside."
On thinking scientifically:
E: Why does there have to be so many people on Earth?
J: Well I don't know that there has to be, but there are a lot of people on Earth.
E: I know! I bet there are no other planets with people because they got hit by too many meteors and everybody moved here so they wouldn't have to live in busted up houses.
On wearing big girl panties:
"If anybody makes fun of my lip I'm just going to tell them 'I don't want to talk about it,' and walk away."
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go
Where to start?
Virginia Beach I have arrived! Thus far, I think I love it here. There are people and tall buildings and stores! Oh the stores. These stores, they have designer shoes. They sell things such as Dior mascara. They are located next to little bistros serving wine and gellato and sushi! Oh my god, there is something shiny over there in the ANN TAYLOR STORE!
The great part about all those stores is I have a job. I go to this posh little boutique law office on weekdays and they pay me to wear all the cute work clothes I've accumulated, answer phones, print stuff and walk around fabulous downtown Norfolk. Twice a month the posh little law office deposits money into my account. Do you know who likes money? STORES!
Seriously, I wrecked my car on the way to my job interview so I have to pay a few thousand to cover all the damage done. For those following along at home that makes three wrecks in four years. I also have some Emily expenses to cover. Daycare here is expensive and she seems to outgrow clothes and shoes the second I pay for them. But other than that, I can spend money at all the great stores!
Speaking of Emily, she also has made it to Virginia Beach, albeit much more recently than I. She does not think she loves it here. She misses her daddy, and her granny, and Texas in general. I enrolled her in a summer camp that keeps her very active, but she is also very worn out from the lack of naps. In all, there is a lot of adjusting going on in my three-person household. Sadly, this means my firm mommy voice is getting a hefty work out. It is unsettling at best. Hopefully it is not permanent.
Okay, short recap. I love VB. I love Ben. Emily does not love VB, but she is fond of Ben. Our apartment is lovely. I wrecked my car. I got a job. Emily goes to summer camp. In less than a month I turn 27. Did I mention the STORES?
Virginia Beach I have arrived! Thus far, I think I love it here. There are people and tall buildings and stores! Oh the stores. These stores, they have designer shoes. They sell things such as Dior mascara. They are located next to little bistros serving wine and gellato and sushi! Oh my god, there is something shiny over there in the ANN TAYLOR STORE!
The great part about all those stores is I have a job. I go to this posh little boutique law office on weekdays and they pay me to wear all the cute work clothes I've accumulated, answer phones, print stuff and walk around fabulous downtown Norfolk. Twice a month the posh little law office deposits money into my account. Do you know who likes money? STORES!
Seriously, I wrecked my car on the way to my job interview so I have to pay a few thousand to cover all the damage done. For those following along at home that makes three wrecks in four years. I also have some Emily expenses to cover. Daycare here is expensive and she seems to outgrow clothes and shoes the second I pay for them. But other than that, I can spend money at all the great stores!
Speaking of Emily, she also has made it to Virginia Beach, albeit much more recently than I. She does not think she loves it here. She misses her daddy, and her granny, and Texas in general. I enrolled her in a summer camp that keeps her very active, but she is also very worn out from the lack of naps. In all, there is a lot of adjusting going on in my three-person household. Sadly, this means my firm mommy voice is getting a hefty work out. It is unsettling at best. Hopefully it is not permanent.
Okay, short recap. I love VB. I love Ben. Emily does not love VB, but she is fond of Ben. Our apartment is lovely. I wrecked my car. I got a job. Emily goes to summer camp. In less than a month I turn 27. Did I mention the STORES?
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