This Makes Me Laugh

A Confession

This blog has become a real open love letter to Zach. I don't think it's just fleeting newlywed bliss. I think it's just because we're super happy, but who can say?

At any rate, my confession is that we watched Enchanted the other night and I liked it. I do like kids movies, but I'm not a huge fan of romance movies, but darned if it wasn't a cute flick with some nice romance.

And while we were watching the characters talk about being in love Zach and I felt all lovey-dovey because we had all those story book romance type feelings.

Ok, I'm going to stop now because I've even started to make myself feel nauseous. Or maybe that's just all the sushi that I've eaten in the past 24 hours.

Visual Bite

Yesterday Zach and I looked like this:

We're TWINS!! I know that I should probably be embarrassed about dressing like the twin of my husband, but I'm just so not. We actually didn't do this on purpose. I went to work before Zach was awake. So we independently chose these outfits, but damned if I wasn't super excited that we looked identical (YEAH, I SAID, IDENTICAL) when he came to pick me up at work. I love it! This is a snippet of real conversation that we had:

R: We're dressed like twins! I'm so excited. You know I've always hoped that I would get to dress up like twins with my husband.

Z: Huh. That's quite the dream then. I don't think I knew that before.

Pause

Z: You know we can dress up like twins more often if you want.

Oh man, I married a keeper.

Sound Bite

Yesterday on the bus I heard two girls talking about classes around the University. One girl said, "I heard they have a class here called, Underwater Basket Weaving. I wonder what you even do in that class." The other girl responded, "Yeah, I think I've heard about that too. I don't know, sounds weird." "Yeah", said the first girl, "I think they have it over at Kirkwood [community college] too."

They were dead serious.

That's hilarious.

My New Internet Obsession

So I've found what might become the new chief occupier of my time on the internet (aside from watching internet television). This website: http://wordle.net/ allows you to create pictures like the one below. "Word Clouds" they call it. This is just one that I did really quick. You could get lost for hours doing these. There are a ton of options for fonts, colors, layout, etc. It's awesome. I urge you to try it. I could see this being a project for a scrapbook or many other cool projects. I just thought I'd share. As you know, we here at My Blog is Better than Your Blog like to provide knowledge. I believe the kids call it, "drop knowledge" - but I am way out of touch with kids, so I don't know. Enjoy your day. And check out the coolness:

Z is for Zach (An Interview with)

By popular demand today's blog will be devoted to the one I love, Zach. He's the best! And today he's agreed to a guest spot on my blog.

Rose: Zach, why don't you first apologize to the readers for taking so long to do this interview? Tell them that you are sorry and that it 's all your fault and that one of us threatened divorce in order for you to be here.

Zach: Sorry readers, it's all my fault, one of us threatened divorce, it wasn't me, but one of us.

Rose: Zach, you've been asked here today to answer some awesome questions to let the readers know more about you and your personal life. We're all excited to hear from you, so are you ready to start?

Zach: Can't hear you.

Rose: Get out of the bathroom, let's go, already. We just started. Are you ready to start?

Zach: I do want to get some coffee, but then I'll be right back up and ready to start.

Rose: I hate you.

Rose: Let's start with some easy ones. What's your favorite color? Turquoise?

Zach: Blue or green

Rose: What's your favorite car? Dolorian?

Zach: I think there's a BMW, Z 3 that I like. I've grown fond of our civic.

Rose: Do you think that I'm going to die from anything I did today? I mean, I dropped those papers on the floor in CVS and about a foot away there was a bloody tissue!

Zach: No, you're not going to die...for the millionth time.

Rose: If we could live anywhere in the world, where would we live?

Zach: Oh man. In Heidi and Anthony's house, but they'd live on the Mediterranean and it would be more like a villa. And they would be rich and support us, which pretty much means Anthony would be rich and support us.

Rose: What's your favorite thing to do on the weekend?

Zach: Drink and watch football. I mean, spend time with Rose. Good close, personal time.

Rose: What's your least favorite chore?

Zach: Work of any type.

Rose: What do you remember about how we met?

Zach: I remember that one of the arms of my glasses was off and that you made good pasta bake and it was delicious and that the pasta bake sauce is magic and that I ate some of your leftovers. But only because I wanted to.

Rose: What's something the audience may not know about you?

Zach: I have a nurple.

Rose: No, you don't. Don't lie to make yourself sound interesting.

Rose: Whose your favorite band?

Zach: Radiohead

Rose: Why?

Zach: Because they rock so f****** bad.

Rose: We don't curse on my blog.

Rose: Ok, seriously, let's bring the focus back to me. What's your favorite thing about me?

Zach: I love how good of an interviewer you are and you're pretty and I like the way you sing songs around the house, like little made up songs that are silly and I like how vinegary you are.

Rose: Why don't you like Murder She Wrote?

Zach: I think it's an acquired taste that I've yet to acquire. Give me another 40 years.

Rose: You're wrong. It's the best show ever.

Rose: Ok, well, I'd like to thank you for being here today. I must say this has a been a lot of hype for a lot of nothing, but I think we all knew that there was no way you'd be more interesting than me. I'm the awesome one in this couple. Rebuttal?

Zach: Right on, the most enjoyable aspect of this interview was listening to your questions. That's pretty much what this has been about, let's be honest. Thanks for having me.

Rose: What's that noise?

Zach: Um... a chainsaw

Rose: Should we be worried? Is it a chainsaw massacre?

Zach: I think it might be. It's been on going for awhile.

Rose: What could they possibly be cutting?

Zach: A tree, Rose, what the hell else could they be cutting?

Rose: Fine, interview over. Now, I'm mad.

Zach: Good, I'm getting hungry, can you make me a sandwich?

Rose: Yeah, fine, ok.

Y is for You're Not Better than Anyone

I just thought that I'd discuss one of my biggest pet peeves. I hate when people think they are better than other people and say or do things that drive home that point.

For example, you don't watch television? That doesn't make you superior. You're not a more awesome, enlightened, intelligent person because you don't watch TV. You're just a person who doesn't watch television. And if you aren't watching because it makes you feel like you're better than the rest of us, you should just turn it on. TV is awesome.

You love the environment and saving it and you do all that you can do make it a better place? Hey, congratulations, but you know what? That doesn't give you the right to walk around telling other people how crappy they are for not "doing their part" and telling everyone how wonderful you are. Doing the right thing is its own reward...and if it's not...well, then you're not doing it for the right reasons, are you, champ?

You don't drink, do drugs, smoke, eat red meat, eat meat at all, beat puppies or any combination thereof? Well, congratulations. That doesn't actually make you any better than anyone who does any of those things...well, except the beating puppies issue. If you don't beat puppies than you are definitely much better than someone who does beat puppies. And if you are out there beating puppies. Stop it, stop it now. At any rate, let's all just agree that we all have vices and things that we know perhaps we should or should not be doing, but let's just let that be up to the individual, yes?

You write a blog that's awesome? Well, that's an accomplishment. Good for you, but still not better than other people. You do get to comment on other people though and tell them what is and isn't ok, but that's just par for the course.

You get irony? Good for you. Still not better.

Y'all come back now, ya hear?