I'm hoping to draw in the crowds randomly searching the interwebbing for somewhat obscure documentaries on the US health care system. The title also refers to me. I'm sick. It happens so rarely that I actually get a cold that when it happens it becomes that much more upsetting. So today I write to you from my bed where I have been for most of the day (I get up to go to the bathroom because I'm not an animal...and Zach refused to get a bedpan).
Zach has been super great about taking care of me today. He made me food, got me a steam bath with essential oils and brought me tea and orange juice. He's the best. Unfortunately he had to go to work. So he abandoned me to fend for myself. I'm sure that you are all gasping in horror at his insensitivity. It's ok. I mean, I ran out of tea so I have to go downstairs which might be difficult with my current state of dizziness, but I'm sure I'll manage somehow.
Other things on my fevered mind...I'm sorta concerned that my gums are receding? I'm not really sure how I have arrived at this conclusion or if it is true. Zach says it's not true, but that if it is and I lose all my teeth he'll still love me. Perhaps he will prepare an all smoothie diet for me as well.
I have a ton of work to do this weekend. A TON. But it's hard enough for me to string together the words that are necessary to make sentences for this blog, so I'm pretty sure that I plan to just lay in bed all day today. Well let's be honest, I've lain in bed all day today. I plan to continue doing this into the night. I didn't sleep that well last night. My throat hurts a bit and it keeps me up.
Ok, so I leave you with this thought, I've been flipping through the channels all day today and I can tell you that this weekend is only filled with bad mojo. At least 5 channels are showing reality shows about someone or multiple someones getting murdered. It's pretty crazy.
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Monday, February 23, 2009
Twins
On Friday, my beloved sent me this text message: "I'm sick of talking about it. I want to do it this weekend....Let's go out and buy matching sweatsuits! You want to tomorrow morning?!? Please!"
It's hard for me to express the joy that I felt upon receiving this text message. First of all, I derive great pleasure in dressing like twins. Second, I managed to marry a man who shares my passion. I've got to confess that this mutual love might be the final proof that we are in fact made for each other.
By Saturday afternoon we had found our outfits. Blue pants, blue shirt, orange sweatshirt. Even better we got smoking deals on the items. $12 pants, $17 sweatshirts and $7 shirts. AWESOME! I had thought that there was nothing so satisfying as buying matching outfits, but it turns out that getting those outfits for a steal is even more satisfying.
It's hard to express in words how wonderful we felt, but by Sunday we were wearing the outfits (freshly cleaned and laundered) and we took them out on the town. Here are some pictures, they don't quite do the outfits justice, but they do show our awesomeness. I can only hope that we can get more outfits in the future. Also, these outfits turned out to be super warm. I think they might be the best investment we've ever made.
This is Zach, looking awesome:
This is me, looking unsure, but pretty sure that this is the best day ever.
Sweatshirt on version:
Twins, am I right? You can't tell us apart.
The happy couple. Zach was so excited that he was moving the camera. This is the best shot we have of us. But perhaps in the future there will be more. I have a feeling that these matching outfits will be apart of our zany adventures for a long time to come.
It's hard for me to express the joy that I felt upon receiving this text message. First of all, I derive great pleasure in dressing like twins. Second, I managed to marry a man who shares my passion. I've got to confess that this mutual love might be the final proof that we are in fact made for each other.
By Saturday afternoon we had found our outfits. Blue pants, blue shirt, orange sweatshirt. Even better we got smoking deals on the items. $12 pants, $17 sweatshirts and $7 shirts. AWESOME! I had thought that there was nothing so satisfying as buying matching outfits, but it turns out that getting those outfits for a steal is even more satisfying.
It's hard to express in words how wonderful we felt, but by Sunday we were wearing the outfits (freshly cleaned and laundered) and we took them out on the town. Here are some pictures, they don't quite do the outfits justice, but they do show our awesomeness. I can only hope that we can get more outfits in the future. Also, these outfits turned out to be super warm. I think they might be the best investment we've ever made.
This is Zach, looking awesome:
This is me, looking unsure, but pretty sure that this is the best day ever.
Sweatshirt on version:
Twins, am I right? You can't tell us apart.
The happy couple. Zach was so excited that he was moving the camera. This is the best shot we have of us. But perhaps in the future there will be more. I have a feeling that these matching outfits will be apart of our zany adventures for a long time to come.
Friday, February 20, 2009
Busy like a Bee
Actually I never really understood that phrase. Are bees actually super busy? They never seem like they have any place to be or a real agenda or anything. They sort of seem like they just lazily move around stopping to smell the roses. Maybe that's just me.
So I wanted to write an awesome post that told a delightful coherent story or anecdote from my day. But then I realized that I've been working a lot lately and been stressed out so I'm going to go ahead and cut myself some slack and just write a bunch of random nonsense. Can't tell the difference between when I try to write a coherent story and don't? Screw you. Ok, no I'm sorry, that was harsh, we don't need to take it to that level. Let's just be friends.
I heard a story today about a chimpanzee that attacked a woman. This woman is now the first one in the United States to have a face transplant. Ok, let me just preface this by saying, this is a sad story and I kid because I love, not to be mean. That being said, "Really? Really?" We are living in a time in which the movie "Face Off" is finally a possibility? I was blissfully unaware that this might ever happen. Additionally, a chimp? Really? A chimp? That actually happened? You can have a chimp in your home? Also, a chimp is 200 lbs.? Apparently that chimp had to be stabbed and shot before it limped off and survived for awhile before succumbing to its wounds. I like to think of myself as a fairly educated person, but I must admit that I didn't realize that a chimp could get that big or strong. I guess that's because I don't spend a lot of time in the jungle or Connecticut. I can only assume that this chimp was angry because it had just seen "Bedtime for Bonzo" and was looking for a little revenge. I just don't know that I want to live in a world where I could be hanging out on the street one minute and being attacked by a chimp the next. Or a world in which it is possible to have John Travolta's face on Nick Cage's body. I'm not ready to accept that the future is now.
I'm going to ease back into the whole blogging thing. I think the key to life is moderation. I don't claim to practice moderation in general, but I've heard it's a good thing.
So I wanted to write an awesome post that told a delightful coherent story or anecdote from my day. But then I realized that I've been working a lot lately and been stressed out so I'm going to go ahead and cut myself some slack and just write a bunch of random nonsense. Can't tell the difference between when I try to write a coherent story and don't? Screw you. Ok, no I'm sorry, that was harsh, we don't need to take it to that level. Let's just be friends.
I heard a story today about a chimpanzee that attacked a woman. This woman is now the first one in the United States to have a face transplant. Ok, let me just preface this by saying, this is a sad story and I kid because I love, not to be mean. That being said, "Really? Really?" We are living in a time in which the movie "Face Off" is finally a possibility? I was blissfully unaware that this might ever happen. Additionally, a chimp? Really? A chimp? That actually happened? You can have a chimp in your home? Also, a chimp is 200 lbs.? Apparently that chimp had to be stabbed and shot before it limped off and survived for awhile before succumbing to its wounds. I like to think of myself as a fairly educated person, but I must admit that I didn't realize that a chimp could get that big or strong. I guess that's because I don't spend a lot of time in the jungle or Connecticut. I can only assume that this chimp was angry because it had just seen "Bedtime for Bonzo" and was looking for a little revenge. I just don't know that I want to live in a world where I could be hanging out on the street one minute and being attacked by a chimp the next. Or a world in which it is possible to have John Travolta's face on Nick Cage's body. I'm not ready to accept that the future is now.
I'm going to ease back into the whole blogging thing. I think the key to life is moderation. I don't claim to practice moderation in general, but I've heard it's a good thing.
Friday, February 6, 2009
Who is Ready to be WOWED?
I'm all jazzed up. Not really. Actually, I'm pretty tired. I was going to start this blog entry with an apology for not posting lately. But then I remembered that apologizing is a sign of weakness. Sure, there are those that will tell you that it takes a strong person to admit they are wrong and apologize, but those people are wrong. They should apologize.
Anywho, I can't string together a long narrative that's all impressive and weaves together several key stories from the week in order to provide you with a cleverly conveyed impression of my life this lately. So I choose short random bits of information. Why? Because IT'S MY BLOG. Here at My Blog is Better Than Your Blog we do what we want! And by we, I mean the "royal we".
Ok, first, it's past my bedtime. If I am going to drive to Chicago tomorrow (as is the game plan) early in the morning, I should be asleep by now. My husband is going to sleep as I drive. I like to refer to Zach as my husband because a) He is and b) it's a fun word. It's like some weird rock group. The HUS Band is here everyone, let's give them a round of applause. Wow. Yeah, tired, did I mention that?
This week and last week and even the week before that have been BUSY. I know that I don't work your traditional 9-5 job. Actually, I don't really know anyone who works 9 - 5. It's usually some variation of that, but anyway, I don't work 9 - 5, but damn do I work a lot lately. A lot of my work involves thinking about things. When I type that out, "thinking about things", it doesn't sound like hard work. Surely, "lifting heavy objects" sounds like more work, but man after a day of thinking things, I am all worn out.
I think you know you aren't in the healthiest place in life if you start to teach personal hygiene as a reward/punishment. For example, the other night I actually had the following conversation with myself (in my head, I'm not that crazy...yet):
"Hey Rose, you did a lot of really good work today. You did so well that you don't have to brush your teeth or wash your face tonight."
"Really? Seriously? That sounds great."
And then I didn't brush my teeth or wash my face. To be honest, it was the best part of my day.
Someone was telling me the other day that they think blogs are stupid because it's just such an odd thing to basically have a diary on-line and blah, blah, who would have a blog? And I just sort of said, "uh...yeah".
I wanted to list out all the work I've done today and this week in general, but that just seems so soul-crushingly hard right now.
I've got a new favorite phrase that has worked its way into my vocabulary, "soul-crushingly..." I don't know where these phrases come from or why they stick around, but I tend to get a phrase or expression and then just work it to death. I can't help it.
Some past examples include: "freakshow", "uber" and "really?"
I think I have to go to bed now. I need to leave for Chicago tomorrow as we discussed at the beginning of this entry. Zach and I will most likely forget the camera and even if we do bring it we will then forget to take pictures of anything. I'll try to work up some drawings for you of our weekend next time I blog. Until then...take care of yourselves and each other.*
*I am 99% sure that this is the way that Jerry Springer ended his show for years. I'm not ashamed to think that I know that, but you're going to be ashamed if you can correct me.
Anywho, I can't string together a long narrative that's all impressive and weaves together several key stories from the week in order to provide you with a cleverly conveyed impression of my life this lately. So I choose short random bits of information. Why? Because IT'S MY BLOG. Here at My Blog is Better Than Your Blog we do what we want! And by we, I mean the "royal we".
Ok, first, it's past my bedtime. If I am going to drive to Chicago tomorrow (as is the game plan) early in the morning, I should be asleep by now. My husband is going to sleep as I drive. I like to refer to Zach as my husband because a) He is and b) it's a fun word. It's like some weird rock group. The HUS Band is here everyone, let's give them a round of applause. Wow. Yeah, tired, did I mention that?
This week and last week and even the week before that have been BUSY. I know that I don't work your traditional 9-5 job. Actually, I don't really know anyone who works 9 - 5. It's usually some variation of that, but anyway, I don't work 9 - 5, but damn do I work a lot lately. A lot of my work involves thinking about things. When I type that out, "thinking about things", it doesn't sound like hard work. Surely, "lifting heavy objects" sounds like more work, but man after a day of thinking things, I am all worn out.
I think you know you aren't in the healthiest place in life if you start to teach personal hygiene as a reward/punishment. For example, the other night I actually had the following conversation with myself (in my head, I'm not that crazy...yet):
"Hey Rose, you did a lot of really good work today. You did so well that you don't have to brush your teeth or wash your face tonight."
"Really? Seriously? That sounds great."
And then I didn't brush my teeth or wash my face. To be honest, it was the best part of my day.
Someone was telling me the other day that they think blogs are stupid because it's just such an odd thing to basically have a diary on-line and blah, blah, who would have a blog? And I just sort of said, "uh...yeah".
I wanted to list out all the work I've done today and this week in general, but that just seems so soul-crushingly hard right now.
I've got a new favorite phrase that has worked its way into my vocabulary, "soul-crushingly..." I don't know where these phrases come from or why they stick around, but I tend to get a phrase or expression and then just work it to death. I can't help it.
Some past examples include: "freakshow", "uber" and "really?"
I think I have to go to bed now. I need to leave for Chicago tomorrow as we discussed at the beginning of this entry. Zach and I will most likely forget the camera and even if we do bring it we will then forget to take pictures of anything. I'll try to work up some drawings for you of our weekend next time I blog. Until then...take care of yourselves and each other.*
*I am 99% sure that this is the way that Jerry Springer ended his show for years. I'm not ashamed to think that I know that, but you're going to be ashamed if you can correct me.
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