Today is my one month wedding anniversary. I don’t think there is an official gift for that one.
You might be asking, “so… how’s that married stuff working out for you, Jodi?”
Well, I’ll tell you what, yesterday I was sitting around, wishing I had some double stuff oreos. I might have mentioned that once or twice. So Wil gets up, walks to Safeway and BUYS ME SOME.
Marriage ROCKS!!!
The last few days I’ve been slipping into a bad habit of sleeping too late in the day, and therefore staying up later and later. Wil’s always joked that I don’t get up until right before he gets off work, at 2. Which is so not true. I used to make it up sometime in the 9 am hour. But not lately.
Anyway, since I’m up, this is the song stuck in my head right now.
Yes – I’ve Seen All Good People/Your Move
The Hour. I watch it while I make dinner.
And I give you this link so you can go watch it online.
and it’s going to look exactly like this!
The problem with Battlestar Galactica is, it never lets up. I can’t handle the pressure. There is no fat on this show, you know what I mean? It’s tense from the beginning all the way to the end. There are no light episodes in which everyone turns into puppets or they decide to put on a play to raise morale or everyone turns into children or whatever. No hilarity ever ensues.
We just finished watching season 2, and the other problem with BSG is SEASON THREE IS NOT OUT ON DVD YET!!
Although, I’m sure that I need a break. My heart can’t take it IT’S TOO MUCH STRESS!!!
Evildeb suggested scrimshaw. I had to look that up in a dictionary. I don’t think it’s something I would enjoy. I think the harvesting of whale bone would upset me.
Any suggestions? And don’t say housekeeping, because I tried that and I suck at it.
I know you do. They are very beautiful, thanks to my cousin-in-law, Bryce.
That closed mouth smile I have during the ceremony is apparently my face in a war between giggling, appearing properly serious, and revealing my discomfort at being the center of attention.
Every Tuesday thru Friday, when we are home, we watch the repeats of the Daily Show and Colbert Report at 4pm. The other day, Stephan did a Sport Report. Pronounced Spore Repore.
He’s trying to become my hero.
Amelia might have something to say about that.
The new couch arrived last Thursday. Getting ready for the couch was a lot like getting ready for a baby would be, I imagine. Without all the cute little clothes you get to fold and put away. And hours of intense labor pain. But in the sense that stuff that occupied space had to go away. Luckily, we finally got our promised storage locker in the basement last week.
In reality, this couch is too big for our apartment. Way too big. But, it was just too good. It was more than couch. it was Couch. In the end, we actually had to measure the walls and our desks and other furniture, and draw diagrams in Adobe Illustrator to find a way to make it work. Which resulted in conversations like this
“There, how about that.”
“I don’t like it.”
“Why don’t you like it?”
“Because… I don’t like it.”
“I understand that, but what don’t you like?”
“It.”
Back to the drawing board, new layout and then reverse the positions of the debate. Finally, we found something that would work. One bookcase had to be sacrificed to the television and her accessories, one had to be moved into the bedroom, and the other remained where it was. Because, really, it’s not like we were having dance parties in our living room. What do we need with Floor Space. It’s a waste. What we needed was Snuggle Space.
Then kittens LOVE the new Couch.
One hour after the Couch arrived, a box full of books from Amazon arrived. And that, my friends, is why my posts have sucked the last four days. I’ve been pretty happily curled up on the Couch. And just when light at the end of the tunnel seems imminent, today… season 2.0 and 2.5 of Battlestar Galactica show up. Mmmm… dvd’s. We watched, prolly,10 episodes back to back this afternoon, after Wil got home from work.
We so lazy.
I should make up a new rule. Any chance I have to include Kermit the Frog in a post, I’m going to use it. He’s one of my favorite things ever.
Look at him, how can you not be uncheered by the sight of him. I desperately want the Jim Henson Think Different Apple poster. It’s $300. I want it anyway. Amelia wants me to have it too.
Kermit The Frog – Rainbow Connection
I heard this version on a Coverville podcast, and it was just the excuse I needed to include some Kermit on my blog. Because, you know, of the new rule.
Sarah McLachlan – Rainbow Connection
