Please, please, please say yes...
...though I'm torn between being horrified and having to pee my pants from laughing so hard.
Friday, July 10, 2009
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Goodnight Moon
I slept all through the night last night.
Hard.
So hard that I woke up this morning with drool dried to my chin.
Hard.
So hard that I woke up this morning with drool dried to my chin.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
6 Annoying Traits
Since my last post was basically just me picking on Leland, I thought I would pick on myself for a little while. Just as Leland has some habits that annoy the hell out of me, I am well aware of the fact that there are some things about me that he would rather do without.
1. I am indecisive. I can't seem to make any decision without tons of thought and going back and forth for a long time. A simple question as what I want for dinner can take forever for me to answer. Salmon? Tacos? Pizza? Salad? Wraps? Sometimes it takes me so long to decide that he has gone to pick up his own food and leaves me to figure it out alone.
2. I talk to him while he is talking on the phone. I know this is obnoxious and I'm trying to work on it. He just never seems to ask the right questions or say the right thing that I just have to chime in!
3. He constantly has to pick up after me. I am a pro at leaving my clothes in a pile on the floor. I am allergic to the vacuum. I think the dining room table is a great place for a pile of bills and the bathroom floor is where my shoes belong. This is another thing I am working on.
4. Total Eclipse of the Heart. I love this song and sing it at the top of my lungs whenever I hear it. I cannot carry a tune. I make this song sound awful. But when I sing it, I mean it so much! Still, he hates it. I know he secretly wishes a ninja would attack me every time I sing it. Though I don't think that would make me stop singing it. I really don't think anything would.
5. I scream and freak out everytime I see bugs in the house. I'm usually okay with spiders, but lately my house has been infested with earwigs. I hate earwigs. Last night I was in the basement doing laundry. I reached into one of our laundry bins and when I pulled my arm out, I had two earwigs on it. Of course I shrieked and danced around like the little girl that I am, making Leland all worried. When I told him what happened he said "I thought you were hurt." When I noticed that the earwigs I shook off my arm were now crawling on my leg, the whole episode happened again. "How are you going to survive in the post-apocalypse? You are going to have to eat bugs if you want to survive," he says. Then I reminded him that the post-apocalypse hasn't happened yet and went back to doing the laundry.
This was originally posted with just 5 annoying things, but then Leland had to weigh in. The 6th annoying thing I do is complain about things without doing enough to change them. I hate my job but never look for a new one. I want to lose weight but always have a reason not to go to the gym. I complain about my stomach issues but never go to the doctor. Poor guy! He's got quite a lot to deal with! I guess I shouldn't complain about him wanting to cut the head off a dead bird and boil it in water on our stove!
1. I am indecisive. I can't seem to make any decision without tons of thought and going back and forth for a long time. A simple question as what I want for dinner can take forever for me to answer. Salmon? Tacos? Pizza? Salad? Wraps? Sometimes it takes me so long to decide that he has gone to pick up his own food and leaves me to figure it out alone.
2. I talk to him while he is talking on the phone. I know this is obnoxious and I'm trying to work on it. He just never seems to ask the right questions or say the right thing that I just have to chime in!
3. He constantly has to pick up after me. I am a pro at leaving my clothes in a pile on the floor. I am allergic to the vacuum. I think the dining room table is a great place for a pile of bills and the bathroom floor is where my shoes belong. This is another thing I am working on.
4. Total Eclipse of the Heart. I love this song and sing it at the top of my lungs whenever I hear it. I cannot carry a tune. I make this song sound awful. But when I sing it, I mean it so much! Still, he hates it. I know he secretly wishes a ninja would attack me every time I sing it. Though I don't think that would make me stop singing it. I really don't think anything would.
5. I scream and freak out everytime I see bugs in the house. I'm usually okay with spiders, but lately my house has been infested with earwigs. I hate earwigs. Last night I was in the basement doing laundry. I reached into one of our laundry bins and when I pulled my arm out, I had two earwigs on it. Of course I shrieked and danced around like the little girl that I am, making Leland all worried. When I told him what happened he said "I thought you were hurt." When I noticed that the earwigs I shook off my arm were now crawling on my leg, the whole episode happened again. "How are you going to survive in the post-apocalypse? You are going to have to eat bugs if you want to survive," he says. Then I reminded him that the post-apocalypse hasn't happened yet and went back to doing the laundry.
This was originally posted with just 5 annoying things, but then Leland had to weigh in. The 6th annoying thing I do is complain about things without doing enough to change them. I hate my job but never look for a new one. I want to lose weight but always have a reason not to go to the gym. I complain about my stomach issues but never go to the doctor. Poor guy! He's got quite a lot to deal with! I guess I shouldn't complain about him wanting to cut the head off a dead bird and boil it in water on our stove!
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Leland the Barbarian
Leland has a million awesome qualities. If he didn't, he would never have snagged me. He seems to fit in everywhere he goes. He fits in just as well with the metalhead potheads as he does with the suits he works with. He can have great philosophical conversations and then immediately switch to a conversation about how eating a lot makes someone a patriot. He fits into today's technologically controlled society but also would have made a great cave man.
When I first met Leland I was surprised to find out he was enamored with dead things. He had a raccoon skull that he found in the woods perched on his TV. We later came across an otter skull that he just had to have. In a hallway in our house he actually displays his "dead things" collection. Both skulls are present, along with a few different bugs he thought looked cool.
A few years ago when my sister and her husband were gutting their house and making major repairs, Leland was there helping. As my brother-in-law was tearing apart the garage, a long-dead bird fell out of the roof. It was everyone's natural response to call for Leland. They all were well aware of his fascination with dead things. Leland decided to keep the bird skull and add it to his collection. He thought this one was particularly cool because it still had some feathers attached.
When my parents had a dead squirrel in their driveway, he wanted to keep it so he could have the squirrel feet in his collection as well. He actually did go to my parents house and brought the dead squirrel home, but I talked him into throwing it away after I pointed out that taxidermy wasn't in our budget.
On Friday, we found a dead bird in our driveway.
"Awesome," Leland said, "now I can have another skull for my collection."
"But the bird is totally intact and hasn't yet decayed. How are you going to get the skull?" I asked.
"I'll just cut the head off and clean it up with bleach."
After begging and pleading and being completely grossed out, I eventually convinced him to throw the bird in some bushes and let it complete the circle of life. So he walked to the edge of the driveway to throw it in the bushes with his bare hands! After even more convincing, I talked him into using a shovel. He then told me he would give the other animals a week to get him. If the bird is still there next weekend then it's a sign that he should keep him. I'm really hoping some other animals get him soon. I don't want to have to look at a bird skull in Leland's collection knowing that he chopped up a dead bird to get it.
When I first met Leland I was surprised to find out he was enamored with dead things. He had a raccoon skull that he found in the woods perched on his TV. We later came across an otter skull that he just had to have. In a hallway in our house he actually displays his "dead things" collection. Both skulls are present, along with a few different bugs he thought looked cool.
A few years ago when my sister and her husband were gutting their house and making major repairs, Leland was there helping. As my brother-in-law was tearing apart the garage, a long-dead bird fell out of the roof. It was everyone's natural response to call for Leland. They all were well aware of his fascination with dead things. Leland decided to keep the bird skull and add it to his collection. He thought this one was particularly cool because it still had some feathers attached.
When my parents had a dead squirrel in their driveway, he wanted to keep it so he could have the squirrel feet in his collection as well. He actually did go to my parents house and brought the dead squirrel home, but I talked him into throwing it away after I pointed out that taxidermy wasn't in our budget.
On Friday, we found a dead bird in our driveway.
"Awesome," Leland said, "now I can have another skull for my collection."
"But the bird is totally intact and hasn't yet decayed. How are you going to get the skull?" I asked.
"I'll just cut the head off and clean it up with bleach."
After begging and pleading and being completely grossed out, I eventually convinced him to throw the bird in some bushes and let it complete the circle of life. So he walked to the edge of the driveway to throw it in the bushes with his bare hands! After even more convincing, I talked him into using a shovel. He then told me he would give the other animals a week to get him. If the bird is still there next weekend then it's a sign that he should keep him. I'm really hoping some other animals get him soon. I don't want to have to look at a bird skull in Leland's collection knowing that he chopped up a dead bird to get it.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
They're Back!
All of the blogs I follow magically reappeared! Yay!
Now I'm trying like hell to catch up!
Now I'm trying like hell to catch up!
I'm in a Panic
So I logged in to Blogger this morning and all of the blogs I follow magically disappeared! They were there last night and earlier this morning, but now my dashboard tells me I am not following any blogs. Has this happened to anyone else before? Will they magically come back?
I am very sad. Now I have to try and find everyone again. Good thing I have a three day weekend.
I am very sad. Now I have to try and find everyone again. Good thing I have a three day weekend.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Sleepwalking, Sleeptalking
I'm barely vertical today. Leland and I have been sleeping in the same bed for 4 years and there are times when I think we are finally getting used to sleeping together. Then there are times like last night and the night before when he totally invades my space and steals the covers. I feel like we have never shared a bed before. In his defense, we have the worlds smallest bed. I don't think it was ever made to sleep two people. At least two adult people anyway. We always talk about buying a new bed, but then we realize that those cost money. And right now we don't have a lot of extra money. So we continue to sleep in our small bed and Leland occasionally pushes me off the bed or elbows me in the face. Last night I woke up with his arm laying across my face, covering my mouth and nose.
I used to move to the bed in the guest bedroom when he was acting up in his sleep. But then I guess I got too comfortable there and I realized I just stopped trying to sleep with Leland. I would spend more time sleeping in the guest bedroom than I did sleeping in my bed. About 3 or 4 months ago I moved back into my room and made a decision to stick it out. Even if that meant not sleeping. Or having to fight back and push Leland off the bed.
I used to move to the bed in the guest bedroom when he was acting up in his sleep. But then I guess I got too comfortable there and I realized I just stopped trying to sleep with Leland. I would spend more time sleeping in the guest bedroom than I did sleeping in my bed. About 3 or 4 months ago I moved back into my room and made a decision to stick it out. Even if that meant not sleeping. Or having to fight back and push Leland off the bed.
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