Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Friday, December 19, 2008
There was no problem until he started to move his feet around as we were talking. Every time his toes touched me, I leaned away. I don't think this was very slight because he looked at me funny. So I told him that his feet smell.
Naturally, he tried to rub his feet all over me. I think he was trying to prove that they didn't smell. He also tried to convince me that if he took his socks off, the feet wouldn't smell. As if the socks were the ones making the stink, not the sweaty feet inside of them. I tried to explain this to him, but he wasn't having it.
Naturally, to prove his point, he proceeded to put the socks in his mouth. I think all that it proved was that my husband is a strange, strange creature.
And yes, he is an MD.
And yes, we have the debt to prove it.
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Yesterday I came home to one broken ornament and about six others on the floor. This morning I got out of bed because I heard one crash to the floor. Today when I came home from work, there were three broken and about four others on the floor.
The kitten is definitely a kitten.
I'm not too upset though; the ornaments came from Walmart. And can you blame him? They are shiny balls that roll around on the floor.
We are working on his resistance to temptations.
It involves a squirt bottle.
P.S. I couldn't get a good picture with the lights on. So I'm sorry that there isn't an appropriate ambiance.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
He did this this morning while Chris and I were trying to sleep. Chris can sometimes be irrationally mad when he gets woken up by the cats (which sometimes worries me--what will he do when it's a baby crying?). He will throw the covers off, stamp out of the bed, mumble incoherently about the "stupid cat," and then take the cat downstairs and lock him in the bathroom until we wake up.
Even with all that, here's why I think he will make a great father. This morning when I went to let the cat out of the bathroom, he was lying on a blanket that Chris had put on the floor for him.
How cute is that?
Monday, November 24, 2008
If you have no idea where Richard Parker came from, allow me to regale you with a tale. When Chris and I were engaged, we drove my car down to Houston from Provo after graduation. After a week or two there, I had to get home to Colorado to plan the wedding--I'm pretty sure my mom didn't want to do it on her own. Since the drive is about 16 hours, I went to Barnes and Noble and picked out an audio book, Life of Pi.
This book is awesome! I found myself making fewer stops along the way; and, when I did stop, I made them quick so that I could listen to the book. I mailed the book back to Houston so that Chris could listen on his drive up for the wedding. We both loved it.
While the book has large religious, spiritual, and philosophical motifs, the most fascinating part was when Pi Patel (the narrator) is trapped on a life boat with a variety of animals: an orangutan, a hyena, a zebra, and an adult male Bengal tiger named Richard Parker (name taken from the zookeeper in charge of his purchase). The book really is spectacular, even if my description is not.
I'll just say the the name for our cat is very fitting.
But now we need a name for this new cat that rivals that of Richard Parker.
Here's the criteria:
- A name from a piece of literature
- First and last name (Johnson not included)
- Maybe a character with some kind of blindness (the kitten has a film over his left eye)
- And, not lame
I was thinking Captain Ahab. Didn't he have one eye...or was that one leg? Captain Hook. Oh wait, that was one hand.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Chris with his signature stroke at BYU.
Fly fishing at the butt-crack-of-dawn (official time) in Colorado.
Friday, November 14, 2008
Since we moved here to North Carolina (and perhaps before), I have shifted away from my normal "healthy" lifestyle towards a more "relaxed" lifestyle. What this translates to is about 5-7 pounds of stuff I didn't have six months ago...okay, maybe seven months ago. I attribute this to the craziness of graduation, packing, and moving. Lets be reasonable, it's really hard to eat-in when you sell all of your furniture on Craig's List three weeks before you actually move--thanks for the low price point, honey.
But all of that can only be blamed for any weight gain in maybe April-June. Beyond that, I think I just got lazy. I worked out a lot all summer. There was nothing else to do. I was at the gym for 1-2 hours about six days a week. But I didn't see any weight loss--I must have been building muscle, right? Then, when I started working (even though it was part time), it got harder to work-out and less likely that I would be cooking at home.
All of this would be a non-issue if it didn't mean shopping for new jeans. I hate shopping for jeans. I have bought two pairs in the last three years (one of which cost...oh lets just say "a lot" of money), the other was a great pair of stretchy, wide leg from H&M ($30). My expensive pair are still fabulous and I would still wear them everyday if I didn't have a serious case of muffin top going on when I sit down.
I think part of the reason it is so frustrating is that when you need a bigger size, it means you go up two numbers in the size scale. Chris had to buy new jeans this week (because of a hole in the knee) and his sizes move in ones (i.e. 32-33-34). I could handle that. One number is more manageable. But two? I once watched a show about how sizing is changing in the fashion world to make women think they are smaller than they are. A size 4 in a discount store is really an 8 in a high end store. It's all one big conspiracy.
I'll show them...from now on, I will wear sweats. Take that fashion world. You just lost my business.
At least until I save the money to buy another pair of jeans priced way too high (its because the denim is imported, they say). Well so are the pants from Old Navy, but you don't see those going for $180.
Now you know why I promised my husband that I would never buy a pair of jeans again.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Tonight I had to drive to a party for the cheerleaders at the high school I will be teaching in this year. Yes, I am indeed a cheerleading coach again. Please keep your snickers to yourself. I made the mistake of mentioning to one of the science teachers (who was also the Varsity coach during basketball season) that I had been the cheerleading coach at my last school. I thought I was safe because they were fully staffed. I didn't know that she was retiring. So I'll be coaching the JV girls during the winter season.
Anyhow, I needed to be at the party by 7:30 so that the head coach and I could figure some things out. And because I am still new to the area, I printed a map from google. I always print a map from google.
But google led me astray. It gave me a road that didn't exist. Sadly, I couldn't just call the coach to get directions because my cell phone was sitting on the couch.
So I drove home to get my phone and a new map. I got the party 45 minutes after I was supposed to be there.
This fight might last a while. I have trust issues.
Sunday, November 9, 2008
The next logical thing to do was to make the cookies that I have been promising Chris for the past week. You see, I have a large quantity of plain M&Ms from a project involving only the wrappers, not the candy. Chris and I have done a pretty good job at eating the candy, but I thought it best to use them in some cookies instead.
But I realized that I didn't have butter. Chris was a little bummed out. Especially since this isn't the first time that I have gone to bake something and realized that I didn't have a necessary item.
What do you do to keep track of your inventory?
Because I'm pretty sure Chris might divorce me if I keep making promises that I can't keep.
Saturday, November 1, 2008
But I think we deserve the cutest couple award for our costume. I know you can't tell from the picture, but I am also wearing bobby socks with poodles on them and Chris's class ring around my neck. And Chris is wearing Chuck Taylors to polish off his look.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
1. Keep the cats from killing each other.
2. Sew a simple poodle skirt for a Halloween party with Chris's co-workers.
So far, the cats are alive. They are actually starting to like each other. There is lots of chasing. Still some hissing and growling. Yesterday they both took naps on our bed at the same time. Chris keeps telling me to find a home for this kitten, but I haven't found anyone yet.
Do you know someone in Charlotte who wants a kitten?
About the poodle skirt....I'm leaving that for the entry that can include a picture of the completed project. Lets just say that I have called my mom (and her wonderful co-worker) to talk me through this.
Who knew it could be so hard for a college educated woman to sew a skirt?
Friday, October 17, 2008
Sunday, October 12, 2008
I regret that I didn't trust my first instinct because I'm pretty sure it was below freezing in there today. It made me re-think something.
I used to keep my classroom really cold on test days for two reasons.
#1 Lots of teenage bodies in one room all day can get smelly.
#2 I thought it would keep them more alert.
But I realized today that when I'm cold, I can't even concentrate. I asked a stupid question that had already been answered because I was too cold to hear it the first time.
These are the times when I need to be pregnant. I hear that keeps you warm.
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
We officially started our day in the Holocaust museum and naturally don't have pictures from there. However, I highly recommend visiting there if you ever get a chance. It was absolutely amazing. A truly unforgettable experience.
We then made our way over to the Natural History Museum where Chris got to spend time with his childhood ambitions of being a paleontologist--that is, after spending way too much money on "locally grown organic" lunch in the museum cafe. I was still hungry.
Then we walked to the front of the White House, which actually takes much longer than it should because about half of the roads are blocked off.
The new WWII memorial.
Someone else figuring out how to take cool pictures with our camera. No joke. He actually fiddled with settings to make sure the light was captured perfectly. We have no idea what he was talking about.
Saturday, October 4, 2008
One of my friends recently went to DC and told me about a Jim Henson exhibit at the Smithsonian. So naturally, I made that our first stop out of the metro station. It was really cool because there were lots of original sketches from all of Henson's creations.
But what was even cooler was that there were some actual puppets. There were lots of signs saying "No photography," but we couldn't resist. The pictures aren't as focused as we would like them to be, but it's the best we could do while trying to hide the camera in our bag.
Me with Bert and Ernie. You can't tell from the picture, but I am really happy here!
Our next stop was the Air and Space Museum. Not really my cup of tea, but you have to go while in DC. I was really saddened when we got to this exhibit only to see that they had taken down Pluto's sign.
Next, we toured the Capitol Building. Chris took lots of pictures inside, but I didn't want to post too many online. Perhaps he will.
Monday, September 29, 2008
We just really thought those two guys in the background gave the picture some local flare. Right? Mostly, it gets really hard to take a great picture when you have to set the timer on top of pillar (hoping nobody runs by and swipes the camera). Sometimes I want to hire someone to carry my purse and take pictures of us while on vacation.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Here's the problem: he gets a little carried away. And, I want to be able to make it clear who exactly is posting (just in case someone wouldn't be able to tell by the extreme differences in our stylistic approach, or the topic of the ranting and raving).
So for all of you that have been hassling me to let my better half contribute to the blog, I say: just hold your horses. While he is formulating the "things that I need to write letters about" list, I will find a space for him to write them for your reading pleasure. Stay tuned for things like the extreme incorrectness of Alanis Morisette's version of Irony.
By the way, I think it might have been his surprise gift for me on Monday that tipped the scales and got him invited to the blog. He came home with a new dress for me. In the right size. In a great color, too. What a great husband.
Now if I could just get him to buy shoes to go with the dress next time, I'll have it made. Is that ungrateful?
So naturally they called me, the experience Oceanographist (is that a word?) to teach the course.
I started Monday.
I feel really bad for the students.
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Sunday, August 31, 2008
About half way through the hike, it started to rain...hard. We made it to the ranger station and had to stay there an hour before the skies cleared up enough to keep going. You have to understand that one of the things that Chris hates most in life (even though he was a swimmer), is being cold and wet. So we had no other alternative than to hang out in the station. Chris ended up taking a nap in their theater.
Soon after we continued our hike, Chris noticed some new wildlife. He was walking in front of me and suddenly stopped to pick up a little frog. He told me to get the camera, which was in the pocket of the the bag he was carrying. Unfortunately, I hate frogs...all amphibians really...and reptiles for that matter. So he had to put his friend down so I could get the camera ready. Sadly, he couldn't find the frog again. Hence, the picture of him searching in the leaves.
I know...I'm a terrible wife.
Overall we really enjoyed our hike and saw some amazing views. Mostly it was nice to spend time together that wasn't on our couch.
It's all about doing stuff that I can put on the blog.
Sunday, August 24, 2008
However, we noticed that none of the birds were coming to eat our seeds. The man at the store recommended that we move the feeder closer to the trees for a while and then bring it back to the house once the birds were hooked. So that's what we did this morning before church.
But then we watched a large amount of birds flying in to what looked like one of our neighbor's back patio. This is what we saw:
How do we compete with that? Five feeders!!!! We're thinking sabotage.
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
I wake up whenever I can't stand the cat meowing at me anymore. I go to a group class at the gym...maybe two if I'm feeling adventurous. I come home, eat lunch, and then go straight to the pool. After an hour or so, I come home and shower (most of the time). I then watch tv, read, or otherwise lounge until Chris gets home from work. I try to vacuum, light a candle, start the dryer...something that makes it look like I was really busy before he gets home.
So why start blogging?
I'm looking for something to fill that slot from 4-5...I'm sick of Oprah.
P.S. I may need some tutorials...I know nothing of this blogging world...leave comments.