Is it possible to have the opposite of anorexia?? Because I think I might have it.
I know I've gained some pounds. I see the scale. I've noticed that some of my pants are tight.
But over all I didn't think I looked too bad. I'm not kidding myself - I know I don't have the body I did at 22. But I didn't think I looked too bad... especially for weighing 35 pounds more than I did in college...
But I just looked at some pictures that were taken at the family wedding a few weekends ago.
WOW!
I'm a chub!
I was insulted! How come I didn't realize how chubby I've gotten?? I mean seriously! I see myself nekked in the mirror every day! Isn't it usually the other way around? Girls think they look all chubby and fat but it's not nearly as bad as they think... I thought I was all that (sans a bag of chips...) but I'm so not!!
I guess I will be rethinking my daily activities and nutrition....
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Monday, August 30, 2010
long weeknd
The hubby's Grandma passed away yesterday evening after battling bowel cancer and dementia.
Needless to say it is going to take me more time to post the "part 2" of the cousin's wedding.
Needless to say it is going to take me more time to post the "part 2" of the cousin's wedding.
Monday, August 23, 2010
A start
I'm still waiting on getting photos from the hubby so I'll catch you up on the topics of this past weekend that have no accompanying pictures.
First I'll identify the nicknames:
"Hollywood" aka "Don Johnson" aka My brother-in-law
"The Agent" aka my sister-in-law's longtime boyfriend
"Blondie" aka my sister-in-law
"Dancing Queen" aka my hubby's gay Uncle M
The wedding was at an inn in Kennebunkport, Maine. Beautiful place. And if it sounds familiar to you it might be because the former president's family has a huge compound there and vacation there often.
The happy couple got married outside, by the water - a tidal river that crept off the Atlantic ocean. (From a photo only one might mistake it for Mount Pleasant, SC.... except it was much cooler than SC this time of year.) After the "I do's" there were appetizers and drinks outside on the lawn directly adjacent to the nuptials location while the remaining professional photos were being taken of the wedding group.
While we were out enjoying our beverages by the water a small boat went by. We didn't take much notice of it until we realized there was a similar, all black boat right behind it with "US Secret Service" on the side. That's when we caught a glimpse of bush. The former president George H. W. Bush!!! (get your minds out of the gutter!! : ) It was obvious it was a wedding on the lawn and he was nice enough to wave at all of us! (but my camera was not close... darn it!!)
So I'll skip over Hollywood's suite pants and The Agent's underwear. Because They are part of the same story that requires pictures. But don't worry - I'm not going to show you pictures of underwear...
The Agent apparently has this drinking game that in order to play you have to be part of "the club". I made the mistake of accepting an invitation to join this "club". There's one rule: You get caught drinking a beverage with your dominant hand (my right) then you must immediately chug said beverage. It could be water or milk - but that's not very fun.
In my case it was a dirty martini during the wedding reception.
Twice.
Needless to say I could have easily been the "Dancing Queen" as easily as a sober Uncle M really is the "Dancing Queen". 'Cuz there were also a few G&T's imbibed as well. I just didn't get caught with those in my right hand....
And after many dirty martini's for Blondie and a glass of champagne for the Dancing Queen they looked as though they were trying out for SYTYCD... Or so said my MIL who said she was going to send in video of all three of us to the competition.... Wait - there might a photo to accompany this story... I'll look.
The wedding was on Friday so most everyone headed home on Saturday. It took us about 6 hours to get to the wedding. So we assumed it would take us that long to get home.
Nope!
It took us nine and a half hours to get home!! We went 25 miles in about 3 hours on a stretch of interstate in Massachusetts. We couldn't figure out what was wrong. A terrible car wreck?? Construction??
Nope.
There was an air show at an airport right beside the interstate. As soon as we passed the exit to get off for the airshow the traffic picked right back off as though NOTHING had happened!!! But we still don't know why traffic had slowed to a crawl! There was no accident, no fender bender, no cops directing traffic, not even traffic to get off on the exit to the show!! So apparently for 25 miles people were rubbernecking at the planes overhead. That's all we can figure. What a pain in the ass!!!
Sorry - but you will have to wait for the other stories and accompanying photographs. I'll try to get to it soon!!!
And BTW - MH - Once I start posting some pictures you'll probably NEVER forget that I married into an Italian family. There's no mistaking it once you see "The Family"....
First I'll identify the nicknames:
"Hollywood" aka "Don Johnson" aka My brother-in-law
"The Agent" aka my sister-in-law's longtime boyfriend
"Blondie" aka my sister-in-law
"Dancing Queen" aka my hubby's gay Uncle M
The wedding was at an inn in Kennebunkport, Maine. Beautiful place. And if it sounds familiar to you it might be because the former president's family has a huge compound there and vacation there often.
The happy couple got married outside, by the water - a tidal river that crept off the Atlantic ocean. (From a photo only one might mistake it for Mount Pleasant, SC.... except it was much cooler than SC this time of year.) After the "I do's" there were appetizers and drinks outside on the lawn directly adjacent to the nuptials location while the remaining professional photos were being taken of the wedding group.
While we were out enjoying our beverages by the water a small boat went by. We didn't take much notice of it until we realized there was a similar, all black boat right behind it with "US Secret Service" on the side. That's when we caught a glimpse of bush. The former president George H. W. Bush!!! (get your minds out of the gutter!! : ) It was obvious it was a wedding on the lawn and he was nice enough to wave at all of us! (but my camera was not close... darn it!!)
So I'll skip over Hollywood's suite pants and The Agent's underwear. Because They are part of the same story that requires pictures. But don't worry - I'm not going to show you pictures of underwear...
The Agent apparently has this drinking game that in order to play you have to be part of "the club". I made the mistake of accepting an invitation to join this "club". There's one rule: You get caught drinking a beverage with your dominant hand (my right) then you must immediately chug said beverage. It could be water or milk - but that's not very fun.
In my case it was a dirty martini during the wedding reception.
Twice.
Needless to say I could have easily been the "Dancing Queen" as easily as a sober Uncle M really is the "Dancing Queen". 'Cuz there were also a few G&T's imbibed as well. I just didn't get caught with those in my right hand....
And after many dirty martini's for Blondie and a glass of champagne for the Dancing Queen they looked as though they were trying out for SYTYCD... Or so said my MIL who said she was going to send in video of all three of us to the competition.... Wait - there might a photo to accompany this story... I'll look.
The wedding was on Friday so most everyone headed home on Saturday. It took us about 6 hours to get to the wedding. So we assumed it would take us that long to get home.
Nope!
It took us nine and a half hours to get home!! We went 25 miles in about 3 hours on a stretch of interstate in Massachusetts. We couldn't figure out what was wrong. A terrible car wreck?? Construction??
Nope.
There was an air show at an airport right beside the interstate. As soon as we passed the exit to get off for the airshow the traffic picked right back off as though NOTHING had happened!!! But we still don't know why traffic had slowed to a crawl! There was no accident, no fender bender, no cops directing traffic, not even traffic to get off on the exit to the show!! So apparently for 25 miles people were rubbernecking at the planes overhead. That's all we can figure. What a pain in the ass!!!
Sorry - but you will have to wait for the other stories and accompanying photographs. I'll try to get to it soon!!!
And BTW - MH - Once I start posting some pictures you'll probably NEVER forget that I married into an Italian family. There's no mistaking it once you see "The Family"....
Saturday, August 21, 2010
the C-F Wedding
We are on our way home from cousin Lauren's wedding Kennebunkport, Maine. Since Lauren is a cuz of the hubby it was also a huge gathering of Italians... if only i hd taken video...
So I'm in the car and not in the mood to type out all the shennanigans on this tiny keyboard. But I will tempt you with a list of things I will share once IMm at a regular sized keyboard and have associated pictures to post.
Shennanigans of the Cusano Clan:
- "Hollywood's" suite (pants specifically..)
- "The Agent's" drinking game (and his underwear)
- "Blondie" and the "Dancing Queen"
- A glimpse of bush
- the air show
- The cheetos bandit
So there you have it. Once i review the pictures I might have more to add. But this will do to pique your interest and serve me as a reminder.
So I'm in the car and not in the mood to type out all the shennanigans on this tiny keyboard. But I will tempt you with a list of things I will share once IMm at a regular sized keyboard and have associated pictures to post.
Shennanigans of the Cusano Clan:
- "Hollywood's" suite (pants specifically..)
- "The Agent's" drinking game (and his underwear)
- "Blondie" and the "Dancing Queen"
- A glimpse of bush
- the air show
- The cheetos bandit
So there you have it. Once i review the pictures I might have more to add. But this will do to pique your interest and serve me as a reminder.
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Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Favorite class
I'm not sure if this would necessarily shock some of you - but one of my all-time favorite classes EVER was 8th grade shop class. (for those of you who went to school with me and can't remember if I was in school with you in 8th grade - I probably wasn't. I went to school in WV the last part of 6th grade through 8th grade there.)
I don't know if shop class was a requirement for you in school but it was for us. And I still have my shelf I made in class!! ....unlike the madras shorts I had to make in Home Ec... and even if I did still have them I probably wouldn't be able to get them up past my knees... However, a shelf is always usable! Which is one reason I think I have continued to be interested in DIY projects over the years. ...as opposed to sewing. even though I actually do own a sewing machine. But I digress.
Up until now all of my project have been of the DIY variety. Tile floors, painting walls, installing new trim, ceiling fans, cabinets, lighting fixtures, etc. The only thing truly "made" was the inset bookshelves that dad and the hubby built our first Christmas we were married. But I didn't help with that project. It was, I suppose, a father-in-law/ son-in-law "bonding experience" project. Alas, I was not asked to help. I suppose the hubby made new shed doors. But he boldly declared he was going to make them and who am I to get in his way??
I don't know if you're the same as me but I notice that if I don't purchase something myself I really never learn to use it properly. For example, a month or so ago I got a Driod phone. The hubby already has the exact same phone. Even when I tried to learn on my own it really didn't happen that way because 1) if I had a question I asked the hubby as opposed to figuring it out on my own and 2) he didn't really explain a lot - he just grabbed it, did what I was asking and handed it back. Therefore I really didn't learn. He just did it for me.
This is a problem. Because now I don't know myself. See the dilemma??
This is the same with our power tools. I used to know my way around lots of tools. Still do. But there are a few that the hubby bought and has been overly protective of them since the purchase. (I don't think he means too at all. I doubt he even realizes it. Maybe it's not a matter of being overprotective but actually being greedy with them. Every time one has to be used he insists he do it...) For that reason we have a tool or two that I'm not familiar with and would like to became better acquainted. By myself. That's the only way I can really learn.
So I'm making a Murphy bed.
I would say "by myself" but that isn't exactly true. It's damn near impossible to cut out shapes from a 4 x 8 foot piece of plywood by ones' self. So I had to enlist the help of the hubby to get my pieces cut. Hopefully that's all the help I need. Because I really want to make this myself. Not that I think the hubby wouldn't do a good job. Just the opposite. He'd do a great job! It'd be to EXACT specifications, would take 14 months to complete and I wouldn't have had a hand in any of it. Because we don't "share" projects well. It would be "his" project. And that's not the point. I want it to be "my" project. So if it looks good then I did a great job. And if it looks shitty.... well, then I guess I'm not as good as I'd hoped I'd be.
So, how am I going to build a Murphy bed? Do you even know what a Murphy bed is??
A Murphy bed is sometimes referred to as a wall bed. You pull it out from the wall. Mine, however, is not going to be "inside" the wall. A Murphy bed is just attached to the wall. You pull it down and TA DA! A bed. This will be for our guest room.
If you try and buy one of these beds already constructed it will cost you over $2000. (now do you see why I'm going this myself??) I found a company online that will sell you a kit that contains all the hardware you need (including the pistons) and detailed instructions on how to make your own Murphy bed. The kit was $300. Not only does it have instructions but also a DVD. So unless you cut or measure wrong (which is a real possibility) it's dummy proof. (and I will NEVER admit that I said that if I run into problems with this build later down the road....)
So, one trip to Home Depot, 3 trips to Lowe's, a new circular saw and $300 of lumber later I'm on my way. I've cut all my pieces and made my frame.
But if I stop blogging all together then worry that I've cut off something with a power tool and am in the hospital. (just kidding... even a finger I'm sure they could stitch back on and send me on my way within a few hours.)
I don't know if shop class was a requirement for you in school but it was for us. And I still have my shelf I made in class!! ....unlike the madras shorts I had to make in Home Ec... and even if I did still have them I probably wouldn't be able to get them up past my knees... However, a shelf is always usable! Which is one reason I think I have continued to be interested in DIY projects over the years. ...as opposed to sewing. even though I actually do own a sewing machine. But I digress.
Up until now all of my project have been of the DIY variety. Tile floors, painting walls, installing new trim, ceiling fans, cabinets, lighting fixtures, etc. The only thing truly "made" was the inset bookshelves that dad and the hubby built our first Christmas we were married. But I didn't help with that project. It was, I suppose, a father-in-law/ son-in-law "bonding experience" project. Alas, I was not asked to help. I suppose the hubby made new shed doors. But he boldly declared he was going to make them and who am I to get in his way??
I don't know if you're the same as me but I notice that if I don't purchase something myself I really never learn to use it properly. For example, a month or so ago I got a Driod phone. The hubby already has the exact same phone. Even when I tried to learn on my own it really didn't happen that way because 1) if I had a question I asked the hubby as opposed to figuring it out on my own and 2) he didn't really explain a lot - he just grabbed it, did what I was asking and handed it back. Therefore I really didn't learn. He just did it for me.
This is a problem. Because now I don't know myself. See the dilemma??
This is the same with our power tools. I used to know my way around lots of tools. Still do. But there are a few that the hubby bought and has been overly protective of them since the purchase. (I don't think he means too at all. I doubt he even realizes it. Maybe it's not a matter of being overprotective but actually being greedy with them. Every time one has to be used he insists he do it...) For that reason we have a tool or two that I'm not familiar with and would like to became better acquainted. By myself. That's the only way I can really learn.
So I'm making a Murphy bed.
I would say "by myself" but that isn't exactly true. It's damn near impossible to cut out shapes from a 4 x 8 foot piece of plywood by ones' self. So I had to enlist the help of the hubby to get my pieces cut. Hopefully that's all the help I need. Because I really want to make this myself. Not that I think the hubby wouldn't do a good job. Just the opposite. He'd do a great job! It'd be to EXACT specifications, would take 14 months to complete and I wouldn't have had a hand in any of it. Because we don't "share" projects well. It would be "his" project. And that's not the point. I want it to be "my" project. So if it looks good then I did a great job. And if it looks shitty.... well, then I guess I'm not as good as I'd hoped I'd be.
So, how am I going to build a Murphy bed? Do you even know what a Murphy bed is??
A Murphy bed is sometimes referred to as a wall bed. You pull it out from the wall. Mine, however, is not going to be "inside" the wall. A Murphy bed is just attached to the wall. You pull it down and TA DA! A bed. This will be for our guest room.
If you try and buy one of these beds already constructed it will cost you over $2000. (now do you see why I'm going this myself??) I found a company online that will sell you a kit that contains all the hardware you need (including the pistons) and detailed instructions on how to make your own Murphy bed. The kit was $300. Not only does it have instructions but also a DVD. So unless you cut or measure wrong (which is a real possibility) it's dummy proof. (and I will NEVER admit that I said that if I run into problems with this build later down the road....)
So, one trip to Home Depot, 3 trips to Lowe's, a new circular saw and $300 of lumber later I'm on my way. I've cut all my pieces and made my frame.
Sorry but the only open place to lean it up in the garage was against the shelves with the recycling and other miscellaneous "stuff" on them.
I'm on a short hiatus until next week. Tonight I have a dinner I have to go to and tomorrow I have to run an errand about 45 minutes up the road. Then the hubby and I are off to a family wedding in Maine. But I'll be back to work next week. I'll keep you posted on how it goes. I don't think any of you reading this are probably into making stuff with wood and power tools but it's what I'm doing so I'll tell you about it. And I'm sure this won't go smoothly. It can't. There's bound to be hiccups I'm sure that'll be noteworthy, if at least not funny.
But if I stop blogging all together then worry that I've cut off something with a power tool and am in the hospital. (just kidding... even a finger I'm sure they could stitch back on and send me on my way within a few hours.)
Monday, August 16, 2010
Connie's next life
Connie, aka Funny Lady, is retiring and her last day is Wednesday. (I figure it's time to give her a "real" name plus it's part and parcel to the story...)
Since Connie has worked her whole life and has been worried about 'what to do" once she retires she's been joking that she's going to start pole dancing.
Did I mention that Connie is 70?
So the other gal in my office (we left the guys out of it for good reason) and I decided that we were going to set her up for life. We were going to give her everything she needed to start a home-based, part time business after her official retirement.
First, we had to get her some posters to announce her new vocation:
So don't any of you out there worry!! Connie will be just fine after retirement!!!
Since Connie has worked her whole life and has been worried about 'what to do" once she retires she's been joking that she's going to start pole dancing.
Did I mention that Connie is 70?
So the other gal in my office (we left the guys out of it for good reason) and I decided that we were going to set her up for life. We were going to give her everything she needed to start a home-based, part time business after her official retirement.
First, we had to get her some posters to announce her new vocation:
Now she's going to need some equipment. So we provided her the appropriate pole and boobie tassels as well.
Now all she has to do is dance!
Here's she showing off her skills on her pole, holding her other "accoutrement" in front of her poster:
Here's she's giving it the "ballet" treatment. I mean, come on! She's got a classy act!!
And in case you need a close up....
So don't any of you out there worry!! Connie will be just fine after retirement!!!
Friday, August 13, 2010
Fabulous Book
I just finished reading Funny in Farsi by Firoozeh Dumas. It was great! It's an easy read, funny to boot and really showcases growing up in America - when you're not from America.
I highly recommend it!! If you need a good book that isn't too heavy and isn't too long and is funny and imparts universal lessons in human behavior - this is it!
I highly recommend it!! If you need a good book that isn't too heavy and isn't too long and is funny and imparts universal lessons in human behavior - this is it!
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Think of KVeg
Although you may not know her please keep KVeg and her family in your thoughts. Her grandfather passed away this past weekend.
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
LOVE it!!
I'm officially hooked on Netflix! If you don't already "do" it you need to!
- It's cheaper than going to the theater
- And it's cheaper than pay-per-view movies off the TV
- It's on your schedule (snack break, pee break, phone call, etc...)
- You can browse titles online - not standing in a movie rental store - which requires gas, making your way through traffic to get there, possibly arguing with someone else about what title to rent and late fees
- Oh yeah - no late fees!
- And there are lots I can rent and watch immediately with my Wii (also works for Xbox and PlayStation)
Monday, August 09, 2010
In search of the perfect shave
Haven't we all, at some point, been on the search for a perfect shave?? I've been on this quest for some time. And I know some of you have too.
And it's more than just a shave. I'm concerned about the environmental effects of going through those metal shave gel cans. They aren't recyclable. I know KVeg is concerned with animal ingredients and animal testing. So I took these factors into account when I purchased this newest shaving cream.
I'd decided I'd try the shave cream route. And when I say "shave cream" I mean an actual cream that comes out of a plastic bottle and doesn't really lather. (as opposed to gel or foam) This way the container is recyclable. And a bottle of the stuff actually lasts longer than a can of gel.
The first one I tried was a while ago and it was "Skintimate" shaving cream. It was right there in the shaving aisle with all the other foams and gels. Not sure on the animal testing part because I didn't look at the time. But I highly DO NOT recommend it. In their attempt to provide a butt-load of moisturizing components they created a formula that was greasy. And it clogged up my razor! The razor wouldn't cleanly rinse each time and I ended up ruining blades after each shave. No good. This was my first attempt at the cream and I thought if all of them were like this I wasn't going to get far!!
So I went back to regular gel. But a few weeks ago I was in the Nature section of the grocery store and saw a plastic bottle with a pump of shave cream from "Kiss my Face". It was almost $6 for a bottle but this thing will last FOREVER!! It's definitely cheaper, in the end, than a can of foam or gel!!
It comes in scents but I opted for the fragrance free version. You pump out just a little and lather it up in your hands. It doesn't bubble or foam but the thickness of it seems to increase when you "lather" it. I used it on my pits and legs and it's great!! It also cleanly rinses off everything - skin, razor blade, shower curtain (I flopped it around the shower a bit...) I HIGHLY recommend this stuff!! And it's vegan and does not test on animals.
Now, if I can just perfect the 'stash wax I'll be set....
And it's more than just a shave. I'm concerned about the environmental effects of going through those metal shave gel cans. They aren't recyclable. I know KVeg is concerned with animal ingredients and animal testing. So I took these factors into account when I purchased this newest shaving cream.
I'd decided I'd try the shave cream route. And when I say "shave cream" I mean an actual cream that comes out of a plastic bottle and doesn't really lather. (as opposed to gel or foam) This way the container is recyclable. And a bottle of the stuff actually lasts longer than a can of gel.
The first one I tried was a while ago and it was "Skintimate" shaving cream. It was right there in the shaving aisle with all the other foams and gels. Not sure on the animal testing part because I didn't look at the time. But I highly DO NOT recommend it. In their attempt to provide a butt-load of moisturizing components they created a formula that was greasy. And it clogged up my razor! The razor wouldn't cleanly rinse each time and I ended up ruining blades after each shave. No good. This was my first attempt at the cream and I thought if all of them were like this I wasn't going to get far!!
So I went back to regular gel. But a few weeks ago I was in the Nature section of the grocery store and saw a plastic bottle with a pump of shave cream from "Kiss my Face". It was almost $6 for a bottle but this thing will last FOREVER!! It's definitely cheaper, in the end, than a can of foam or gel!!
It comes in scents but I opted for the fragrance free version. You pump out just a little and lather it up in your hands. It doesn't bubble or foam but the thickness of it seems to increase when you "lather" it. I used it on my pits and legs and it's great!! It also cleanly rinses off everything - skin, razor blade, shower curtain (I flopped it around the shower a bit...) I HIGHLY recommend this stuff!! And it's vegan and does not test on animals.
Now, if I can just perfect the 'stash wax I'll be set....
Monday, August 02, 2010
Lord, what will I do when I'm 60?!?!?
I'm about to confess to some of my personal craziness here. I expect none of you to judge. Or at least not make any more fun of me than I'm making of myself...
Yesterday the hubby and I took the dogs for a jaunt around the block ('cuz that's all they can handle.) As we were rounding the corner another neighborhood couple (that I did not recognize) were out walking their dog together as mom held their young daughter. Not sure of her age but I'm guessing under 1 year old but not a brand-new new born.
Our golden could have cared less about this other dog but our lab (who I was walking) went right for him. I'm pretty sure the other dog bristled first and that send both dogs growling and trying to go after each other. (Our golden, meanwhile, was off to the side probably sniffing someone's lawn, not having a clue what was going on 10 feet from him....) I pulled our lab back and they pulled their lab back and started apologizing "He's really gotten territorial since we had the baby!!" I assured them it was no big deal. No one was hurt.
We parted ways and we kept walking. The hubby and I weren't having a conversation - we were just alone in our own thoughts. Or at least I was. For some reason I was re-playing the dog event over in my head. For no particular reason. All of a sudden I hear the hubby say "Who are you talking to?? What are you over there mumbling about??"
Wha???
I was talking out loud???
I was caught. Apparently my inner self-dialog had made it to the "outer self-dialog" stage....
Oops.
I find myself doing this a lot more lately. I used to do it all the time as a kid. When I was still an only child. My mother would worry because not only would I talk out loud to myself, I would answer myself too.
And I have an almost- constant inner dialog in my head. I always thought everyone did. But I've learned fairly recently that isn't the case. So now I'm worried that I don't even realize when the "inner" dialog goes "outer". It's one thing if you're aware of it. It's a completely different issue if you don't.
And I'm only in my mid-30's!! What will I be doing another 30 years from now?? (I know, I know. I'll be a certified "crazy cat lady"!!)
Help!!!
Yesterday the hubby and I took the dogs for a jaunt around the block ('cuz that's all they can handle.) As we were rounding the corner another neighborhood couple (that I did not recognize) were out walking their dog together as mom held their young daughter. Not sure of her age but I'm guessing under 1 year old but not a brand-new new born.
Our golden could have cared less about this other dog but our lab (who I was walking) went right for him. I'm pretty sure the other dog bristled first and that send both dogs growling and trying to go after each other. (Our golden, meanwhile, was off to the side probably sniffing someone's lawn, not having a clue what was going on 10 feet from him....) I pulled our lab back and they pulled their lab back and started apologizing "He's really gotten territorial since we had the baby!!" I assured them it was no big deal. No one was hurt.
We parted ways and we kept walking. The hubby and I weren't having a conversation - we were just alone in our own thoughts. Or at least I was. For some reason I was re-playing the dog event over in my head. For no particular reason. All of a sudden I hear the hubby say "Who are you talking to?? What are you over there mumbling about??"
Wha???
I was talking out loud???
I was caught. Apparently my inner self-dialog had made it to the "outer self-dialog" stage....
Oops.
I find myself doing this a lot more lately. I used to do it all the time as a kid. When I was still an only child. My mother would worry because not only would I talk out loud to myself, I would answer myself too.
And I have an almost- constant inner dialog in my head. I always thought everyone did. But I've learned fairly recently that isn't the case. So now I'm worried that I don't even realize when the "inner" dialog goes "outer". It's one thing if you're aware of it. It's a completely different issue if you don't.
And I'm only in my mid-30's!! What will I be doing another 30 years from now?? (I know, I know. I'll be a certified "crazy cat lady"!!)
Help!!!
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Moving forward to the 21st Century
I just signed up for Netflix. I know. It's old news. Seems everyone has been "doing" Netflix forever. I never really got into it because I didn't think I was that much of a movie person. And then last Saturday I changed my mind.
There's a big difference between "not being a movie person" and "not watching a lot of movies". I thought I was in the former group. After this weekend I realized I'm really in the latter. I like watching movies. Usually. It's just that the hubby and I don't watch many. Or rather, we don't watch many "together".
Typical Friday/ Saturday night at our house:
me: whatcha want to do tonight?? ('cuz we all know getting dolled up to go dancing or bar hopping is not in the cards for this duo....)
hubby: uh, I don't know. (which is his standard response. It kills me. and I usually respond with:)
me: oh, for the love of Pete!! get an opinion!!!
... and then we digress into an argument. Oh wait. That doesn't happen every time. I got sidetracked. Backtrack and let's try this again.
me: whatcha want to do tonight??
hubby: uh, I don't know.
me: how about we rent a movie?
hubby: ok.
I tune to iControl and we start scrolling through the movies. I start naming the ones I wouldn't mind watching. He stays silent, which I can only conclude means he's not interested in what I'm suggesting. Finally, after no response, I ask him to please name some he's interested in so we can come to some agreement and get on with the actual movie-watching. He may mention a few that I really have absolutely NO interest in seeing. Or he may respond with "I'm really not in the mood to watch a movie".
Fine. Whatever.
As you can imagine, the evening proceeds with no movie purchased and watched.
But don't get me wrong. There are LOTS that I'd like to see. I do try and watch one on occasion when he's not home. But since he's usually traveling during the week I don't watch many. You know, kind of an unspoken rule for myself that I can't stay up late and watch movies on a "school night". Or there are so many I want to watch I don't have enough time. And at $5 a pop I don't want to accidentally run up a $50 extra on our cable bill for the month. (which, given the chance, I'm sure I could do, no problem.)
So I'm trying Netflix. I chose the queue. If he wants to watch them with me then GREAT! If not I guess I'm having date night by myself. Which could be construed into many things but I won't go there....
There's a big difference between "not being a movie person" and "not watching a lot of movies". I thought I was in the former group. After this weekend I realized I'm really in the latter. I like watching movies. Usually. It's just that the hubby and I don't watch many. Or rather, we don't watch many "together".
Typical Friday/ Saturday night at our house:
me: whatcha want to do tonight?? ('cuz we all know getting dolled up to go dancing or bar hopping is not in the cards for this duo....)
hubby: uh, I don't know. (which is his standard response. It kills me. and I usually respond with:)
me: oh, for the love of Pete!! get an opinion!!!
... and then we digress into an argument. Oh wait. That doesn't happen every time. I got sidetracked. Backtrack and let's try this again.
me: whatcha want to do tonight??
hubby: uh, I don't know.
me: how about we rent a movie?
hubby: ok.
I tune to iControl and we start scrolling through the movies. I start naming the ones I wouldn't mind watching. He stays silent, which I can only conclude means he's not interested in what I'm suggesting. Finally, after no response, I ask him to please name some he's interested in so we can come to some agreement and get on with the actual movie-watching. He may mention a few that I really have absolutely NO interest in seeing. Or he may respond with "I'm really not in the mood to watch a movie".
Fine. Whatever.
As you can imagine, the evening proceeds with no movie purchased and watched.
But don't get me wrong. There are LOTS that I'd like to see. I do try and watch one on occasion when he's not home. But since he's usually traveling during the week I don't watch many. You know, kind of an unspoken rule for myself that I can't stay up late and watch movies on a "school night". Or there are so many I want to watch I don't have enough time. And at $5 a pop I don't want to accidentally run up a $50 extra on our cable bill for the month. (which, given the chance, I'm sure I could do, no problem.)
So I'm trying Netflix. I chose the queue. If he wants to watch them with me then GREAT! If not I guess I'm having date night by myself. Which could be construed into many things but I won't go there....
Update
No one drowned. There were some tears when the youngest felt she was getting picked on by her older sisters. (but she seems to break down into tears easily and often so I'm guessing this is a tactic she learned to use on her sibs a long time ago....)
All in all it went fine. My fears were all for naught.
WHEW!!
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
If I don't post anymore...
it's because I had the stupid idea of having my LS and her two sisters over to the pool tonight to swim*.
*Swimming, though, apparently not like you and I define the term. I think they believe they can swim because they get in the water. Not the actual ability to paddle around, feet not touching the ground, head above water, of their own power.
I may not make it through this evening alive. That or one of them will accidentally drown and I'll be thrown in jail for involuntary manslaughter or some such thing.
I actually thought this would be a good idea to get all three girls out of the house. The closer we get to "swim time" the more I'm starting to realize what a terrible idea this may have been....
*Swimming, though, apparently not like you and I define the term. I think they believe they can swim because they get in the water. Not the actual ability to paddle around, feet not touching the ground, head above water, of their own power.
I may not make it through this evening alive. That or one of them will accidentally drown and I'll be thrown in jail for involuntary manslaughter or some such thing.
I actually thought this would be a good idea to get all three girls out of the house. The closer we get to "swim time" the more I'm starting to realize what a terrible idea this may have been....
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