I walked in the house tonight and Daniel informed me that I should be upset with the dogs because they had been bad. The victim: his cottage cheese. The crime: consumption by non-humans.
Is it bad if your dogs eat that much dairy? Are they going to die tonight (or at least vomit all over our bed at like 3 am)?
Showing posts with label Is it Bad?. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Is it Bad?. Show all posts
Monday, August 16
Thursday, August 5
Is It Bad?
Is it bad that I keep missing posts on a blog that I agreed to post on everyday?
Is it bad that I keep missing posts on a blog that I agreed to post on everyday because I keep falling asleep in front of the TV every night?
Is it bad that I keep missing posts on a blog that I agreed to post on everyday because I keep falling asleep in front of the TV every night because I can't stay awake past 11pm anymore?
Seriously, I am really wanting to get back in the habit of posting daily. Which means I'll have to stop waiting to post before bed since I apparently can't stay awake long enough these days to do so. Look at me being all proactive and posting at 7pm. The real "is it bad" I want to post is this...
Is it bad that I check to make sure my dogs are still breathing when they're sleeping?
Toby is 9 or 10 (when we got him they told us he was 6 or 7, so each year I just continue that: 7 or 8, 8 or 9, now this past birthday he turned 9 or 10). Penny will be 13 in November. So they are older dogs. My friend Allie has referred to them as "geriatric" before. Though they are full of life and sprightly little chaps, I am very much aware of the lifespan of dogs and the thought creeps up on me when I glance down and see them peacefully sleeping. I normally just look for the rise and fall of their furry little bellies to signal as a sign of life, but I have resorted to more drastic techniques before. I once kicked Penny multiple times in the middle of the night just to make sure she responded.
Is it bad that I keep missing posts on a blog that I agreed to post on everyday because I keep falling asleep in front of the TV every night?
Is it bad that I keep missing posts on a blog that I agreed to post on everyday because I keep falling asleep in front of the TV every night because I can't stay awake past 11pm anymore?
Seriously, I am really wanting to get back in the habit of posting daily. Which means I'll have to stop waiting to post before bed since I apparently can't stay awake long enough these days to do so. Look at me being all proactive and posting at 7pm. The real "is it bad" I want to post is this...
Is it bad that I check to make sure my dogs are still breathing when they're sleeping?
Toby is 9 or 10 (when we got him they told us he was 6 or 7, so each year I just continue that: 7 or 8, 8 or 9, now this past birthday he turned 9 or 10). Penny will be 13 in November. So they are older dogs. My friend Allie has referred to them as "geriatric" before. Though they are full of life and sprightly little chaps, I am very much aware of the lifespan of dogs and the thought creeps up on me when I glance down and see them peacefully sleeping. I normally just look for the rise and fall of their furry little bellies to signal as a sign of life, but I have resorted to more drastic techniques before. I once kicked Penny multiple times in the middle of the night just to make sure she responded.
Tuesday, June 15
Monday, May 31
Is It Bad?
Is it bad that there are so many bugs in my house that it feels like I'm camping indoors?
During the party last night I propped up small speakers in our windows to project the music outside. One of those windows doesn't have a screen. Over the course of the night every bug that wasn't already busy biting us in the yard was making its way into the house. I swatted repeatedly today against walls, chairs, legs. The clapping together of hands as I attempted to kill one creature at a time kept startling the dogs all day long. And now the itching. My mosquito bites have turned to welts and I'm reminded as I am every summer how hard it is to fall asleep when you're itchy. I might as well pitch a tent and roast some marshmallows. If I already have the biggest negative of camping occurring in my own living room, why not at least enjoy the good parts.
During the party last night I propped up small speakers in our windows to project the music outside. One of those windows doesn't have a screen. Over the course of the night every bug that wasn't already busy biting us in the yard was making its way into the house. I swatted repeatedly today against walls, chairs, legs. The clapping together of hands as I attempted to kill one creature at a time kept startling the dogs all day long. And now the itching. My mosquito bites have turned to welts and I'm reminded as I am every summer how hard it is to fall asleep when you're itchy. I might as well pitch a tent and roast some marshmallows. If I already have the biggest negative of camping occurring in my own living room, why not at least enjoy the good parts.
Sunday, May 16
Is It Bad?
Is it bad that I go to movies by myself?
(I'm not really asking because frankly I don't care.) I go to the theater by myself a lot and today I went to see Letters to Juliet. I know a lot of girls drag their guys to chick flicks and the guys allow themselves to be drug/dragged because they feel it is their duty to "take one for the team" in order to prove their love and devotion even in the face of the romantic comedy. I don't think Daniel loves me any less because he doesn't attend these cheese-fests with me. And truth be told I think if I asked, he would probably go with me. I just think it's a win win for both of us and could be for other relationships too if girls let go of their stigma of going to the movies by themselves. I love seeing movies and shouldn't be limited to seeing only movies that the two of us can agree on. Daniel has full permission to see any movie he like while enjoying the company of a male friend or Young Life guy. And on top of that, we see a lot of movies together. Everyone's happy: I get to see my chick flick and Daniel doesn't have to spend the ride home feeling the need to explain the implausibility of the story and lack of genuine chemistry between the characters to me. (I already know it's implausible, sometimes generic, and sometimes just kind of a bad movie. Sue me if I happen to like less than high brow entertainment...like Twilight par exemple.) I love my husband and I love the freedom he gives me to indulge my inner romantic.
The first time I went "table for one" style to the movies was during college when A Knight's Tale with Heath Ledger came out. Heath was the Robert Pattinson of my early 20's, so when I couldn't find anyone to go to the movie with me I mustered up the courage to go alone. I would not be denied Heath. My VHS copy of The Patriot was getting worn out after watching his heart-breaking death sequence over and over, and I was eager to see him perform some new material in a different role. Venturing to the theater alone that first time was an insecurity ridden trip. From the walk from the parking lot, to purchasing my ticket for one, to getting that solitary ticket torn by the vest wearing theater employee, to finding my seat in the semi-crowded theater, I felt eyes on me the entire time. I self-consciously assumed the that I was sticking out amidst the sea of happy groups. After the movie was over and Heath completed his fine performance I made my way back to my car feeling just as insecure as I did 120 minutes earlier.
I think my adoration of the late, but great, Mr. Ledger is what helped me to overcome this insecurity though because a few days later I made my second solo trip to the theater. I went under the guise of seeing some racing movie with Paul Walker and Sylvester Stallone, but after 10 minutes I realized it was crap and snuck into the theater next door to view a different crappy movie: A Knight's Tale...again. Who was I kidding? My 20 year-old self probably knew what she was up to the entire time.
The solo movie viewing experience continued over my college years and I found it liberating. No longer was I limited by the availability or tastes of my roommates or friends. I could see what I wanted, when I wanted. I was home visiting my parents one weekend during college and my dad was offering suggestions of movies to rent. When he realized that I had already seen everything he asked how I found the time to see so many movies. I told him about going alone and he grew very concerned.
"That's weird."
"Why?"
"I don't know. It just is. People don't go to the movies by themselves. Don't you have any friends?"
The phrase about not having any friends I think sums up my insecurities about going alone. When I see people dining alone or going to the movies alone I tend to assume they are not alone by choice, that if they had it their way they would be joined by a loved one. Since these are two activities normally enjoyed by couples or groups of friends, it does appear odd when someone is operating outside of the social norm. I can understand my dad's initial reaction. When I told him that I quite liked flying solo and explained my feelings of liberation, he inquired about my bravery. Didn't I feel strange or looked at? Didn't I care what my fellow movie goers thought of me? At first I did, but the benefits far outweigh any hesitation I may have had at first.
On my way to the movie tonight I thought about my first solo trips and what I felt. Some of those feelings still remain. I do still feel like everyone notices me when I walk in by myself, when I buy a ticket for one and don't stop to wait for someone else who might be meeting me at the theater, but instead head into my assigned theater and take my seat. So the insecurity hasn't left me completely, only now when I imagine them staring at me I feel a surge of confidence. Instead of assuming their thoughts are filled with pity about my lack of a friend or companion, I hear their admiration of my confidence and self-assurance to be able to go it alone wishing they too were brave enough to do the same (and then realizing that they too could see the Twilight movies more than three times each if they weren't reliant upon the schedules and tolerance of friends or spouses). So is it bad that I go to the movies alone? I don't think so, but there may be judgmental folks out there who view me as a lonely spinster taking a vacation from her cats while on a visit to the cinema. Ticket for one please.
(I'm not really asking because frankly I don't care.) I go to the theater by myself a lot and today I went to see Letters to Juliet. I know a lot of girls drag their guys to chick flicks and the guys allow themselves to be drug/dragged because they feel it is their duty to "take one for the team" in order to prove their love and devotion even in the face of the romantic comedy. I don't think Daniel loves me any less because he doesn't attend these cheese-fests with me. And truth be told I think if I asked, he would probably go with me. I just think it's a win win for both of us and could be for other relationships too if girls let go of their stigma of going to the movies by themselves. I love seeing movies and shouldn't be limited to seeing only movies that the two of us can agree on. Daniel has full permission to see any movie he like while enjoying the company of a male friend or Young Life guy. And on top of that, we see a lot of movies together. Everyone's happy: I get to see my chick flick and Daniel doesn't have to spend the ride home feeling the need to explain the implausibility of the story and lack of genuine chemistry between the characters to me. (I already know it's implausible, sometimes generic, and sometimes just kind of a bad movie. Sue me if I happen to like less than high brow entertainment...like Twilight par exemple.) I love my husband and I love the freedom he gives me to indulge my inner romantic.
The first time I went "table for one" style to the movies was during college when A Knight's Tale with Heath Ledger came out. Heath was the Robert Pattinson of my early 20's, so when I couldn't find anyone to go to the movie with me I mustered up the courage to go alone. I would not be denied Heath. My VHS copy of The Patriot was getting worn out after watching his heart-breaking death sequence over and over, and I was eager to see him perform some new material in a different role. Venturing to the theater alone that first time was an insecurity ridden trip. From the walk from the parking lot, to purchasing my ticket for one, to getting that solitary ticket torn by the vest wearing theater employee, to finding my seat in the semi-crowded theater, I felt eyes on me the entire time. I self-consciously assumed the that I was sticking out amidst the sea of happy groups. After the movie was over and Heath completed his fine performance I made my way back to my car feeling just as insecure as I did 120 minutes earlier.
I think my adoration of the late, but great, Mr. Ledger is what helped me to overcome this insecurity though because a few days later I made my second solo trip to the theater. I went under the guise of seeing some racing movie with Paul Walker and Sylvester Stallone, but after 10 minutes I realized it was crap and snuck into the theater next door to view a different crappy movie: A Knight's Tale...again. Who was I kidding? My 20 year-old self probably knew what she was up to the entire time.
The solo movie viewing experience continued over my college years and I found it liberating. No longer was I limited by the availability or tastes of my roommates or friends. I could see what I wanted, when I wanted. I was home visiting my parents one weekend during college and my dad was offering suggestions of movies to rent. When he realized that I had already seen everything he asked how I found the time to see so many movies. I told him about going alone and he grew very concerned.
"That's weird."
"Why?"
"I don't know. It just is. People don't go to the movies by themselves. Don't you have any friends?"
The phrase about not having any friends I think sums up my insecurities about going alone. When I see people dining alone or going to the movies alone I tend to assume they are not alone by choice, that if they had it their way they would be joined by a loved one. Since these are two activities normally enjoyed by couples or groups of friends, it does appear odd when someone is operating outside of the social norm. I can understand my dad's initial reaction. When I told him that I quite liked flying solo and explained my feelings of liberation, he inquired about my bravery. Didn't I feel strange or looked at? Didn't I care what my fellow movie goers thought of me? At first I did, but the benefits far outweigh any hesitation I may have had at first.
On my way to the movie tonight I thought about my first solo trips and what I felt. Some of those feelings still remain. I do still feel like everyone notices me when I walk in by myself, when I buy a ticket for one and don't stop to wait for someone else who might be meeting me at the theater, but instead head into my assigned theater and take my seat. So the insecurity hasn't left me completely, only now when I imagine them staring at me I feel a surge of confidence. Instead of assuming their thoughts are filled with pity about my lack of a friend or companion, I hear their admiration of my confidence and self-assurance to be able to go it alone wishing they too were brave enough to do the same (and then realizing that they too could see the Twilight movies more than three times each if they weren't reliant upon the schedules and tolerance of friends or spouses). So is it bad that I go to the movies alone? I don't think so, but there may be judgmental folks out there who view me as a lonely spinster taking a vacation from her cats while on a visit to the cinema. Ticket for one please.
Saturday, April 10
Is It Bad?
Is it bad to be in love with Darth Vader?
We've had Star Wars fever at our house the past few days. One symptom of this fever is an obsession with Anakin Skywalker. When I first saw these movies back in the theaters I fell in love with Anakin. After the movies Hayden Christensen became my celebrity crush and my "gimme". The idea of a "gimme" comes from my sister Amy and her husband. At one point they each had one celebrity crush that they were allowed to kiss if the opportunity presented itself. "I'll give ya one" thus a "gimme". There was a time when Daniel and I's gimmes were Star Wars co-stars: mine Hayden Christensen and his Natalie Portman playing Anakin's love Padme. He's so over Portman and I thought my love affair with Christensen had passed, but the movies have rekindled my feelings. He's actually dethroned Robert Pattinson, a feat not easily accomplished. I listened to an interview with Christensen where he talked about eating organic beef because he believes you are what you eat. In that case he must be on a steady diet of BABE. Though I think it really is Anakin I'm in love with as I don't actually know Christensen. (Probably a good chance that it's Edward Cullen I'm in love with as well and not Pattinson, but I do think Pattinson is way cooler than Edward will ever be so maybe not.)
So is it bad that I'm attracted to the character that goes on to become one of the most terrifying cinematic villans of all time? Every time I watch I think, "Maybe this time he won't turn to the darkside. Maybe he'll see things more clearly this time. Maybe he and Padme can live happily ever after." Fat chance. His fate was sealed back in the 70's when Lucas created the character. He never had a chance. Even after he gives himself over to evil and is knighted Darth Vader, I am still totally into him. Even after he kills all the youngling Jedi's...STILL. It's sad to watch his story turn into tragedy, but he actually turns into even more of a badass.
Daniel and I were talking about my feelings for Anakin and how illogical they are. I can't fully explain them...well actually I can, but if I did it would make me sound like an even bigger nerd. Though I already used the word youngling so I suppose salvaging any coolness is a lost cause at this point. On screen I am drawn to a terribly flawed, hot-tempered, and eventually evil character. But why would I be attracted to this fictional character when at home I have a husband who would make a pretty attractive movie character himself. He's a total babe who doesn't have a miniature ponytail and side braid rat-tail hairdo. And he's downstairs right now playing his guitar first singing some Johnny Cash, then my most favorite Ryan Adams song AND he sounds good. And now I overhear him learning the new Miley Cyrus song from the new Nicholas Sparks movie. I can't deny a good ballad and this song is no exception so I've been rocking out to it daily since the movie came out. And he's learning it so we can sing it at Young Life because the kids love it too. What a guy! So he may not get to wear a cloak, wield a light saber, choke people with the force, or murder younglings, but I guess he's still pretty great. I'll keep him.
Unfortunate hair style in Episode II.
At the peak of Ultimate Babe-ness in Episode III.
Gone to the darkside and still dreamy as ever.
We've had Star Wars fever at our house the past few days. One symptom of this fever is an obsession with Anakin Skywalker. When I first saw these movies back in the theaters I fell in love with Anakin. After the movies Hayden Christensen became my celebrity crush and my "gimme". The idea of a "gimme" comes from my sister Amy and her husband. At one point they each had one celebrity crush that they were allowed to kiss if the opportunity presented itself. "I'll give ya one" thus a "gimme". There was a time when Daniel and I's gimmes were Star Wars co-stars: mine Hayden Christensen and his Natalie Portman playing Anakin's love Padme. He's so over Portman and I thought my love affair with Christensen had passed, but the movies have rekindled my feelings. He's actually dethroned Robert Pattinson, a feat not easily accomplished. I listened to an interview with Christensen where he talked about eating organic beef because he believes you are what you eat. In that case he must be on a steady diet of BABE. Though I think it really is Anakin I'm in love with as I don't actually know Christensen. (Probably a good chance that it's Edward Cullen I'm in love with as well and not Pattinson, but I do think Pattinson is way cooler than Edward will ever be so maybe not.)
So is it bad that I'm attracted to the character that goes on to become one of the most terrifying cinematic villans of all time? Every time I watch I think, "Maybe this time he won't turn to the darkside. Maybe he'll see things more clearly this time. Maybe he and Padme can live happily ever after." Fat chance. His fate was sealed back in the 70's when Lucas created the character. He never had a chance. Even after he gives himself over to evil and is knighted Darth Vader, I am still totally into him. Even after he kills all the youngling Jedi's...STILL. It's sad to watch his story turn into tragedy, but he actually turns into even more of a badass.
Daniel and I were talking about my feelings for Anakin and how illogical they are. I can't fully explain them...well actually I can, but if I did it would make me sound like an even bigger nerd. Though I already used the word youngling so I suppose salvaging any coolness is a lost cause at this point. On screen I am drawn to a terribly flawed, hot-tempered, and eventually evil character. But why would I be attracted to this fictional character when at home I have a husband who would make a pretty attractive movie character himself. He's a total babe who doesn't have a miniature ponytail and side braid rat-tail hairdo. And he's downstairs right now playing his guitar first singing some Johnny Cash, then my most favorite Ryan Adams song AND he sounds good. And now I overhear him learning the new Miley Cyrus song from the new Nicholas Sparks movie. I can't deny a good ballad and this song is no exception so I've been rocking out to it daily since the movie came out. And he's learning it so we can sing it at Young Life because the kids love it too. What a guy! So he may not get to wear a cloak, wield a light saber, choke people with the force, or murder younglings, but I guess he's still pretty great. I'll keep him.
Evolution of an evil, but dreamy babe:
Unfortunate hair style in Episode II.
At the peak of Ultimate Babe-ness in Episode III.
Gone to the darkside and still dreamy as ever.Tuesday, April 6
Is it Bad?
Is it bad that I feel obligated to finish movies even when they're terrible?
We just finished one of the worst movies I've ever seen. "Then why did you watch it?", you might ask. When I pay for a movie, whether at the theater or a rental, I feel obligated to finish it no matter how terrible. Weekend movies on cable I have no issue with turning the channel even if I've already invested 45 minutes into it. But why the obligation with rentals? I sat there knowing the movie was not going to get any better, but needed the closure of watching it end. Why put myself through the punishment? Why the feelings of obligation? Where does this come from? Any thoughts? When you encounter a horrendous movie, do you finish it or walk out? I'm very curious if I am the only one who can't walk away.
We just finished one of the worst movies I've ever seen. "Then why did you watch it?", you might ask. When I pay for a movie, whether at the theater or a rental, I feel obligated to finish it no matter how terrible. Weekend movies on cable I have no issue with turning the channel even if I've already invested 45 minutes into it. But why the obligation with rentals? I sat there knowing the movie was not going to get any better, but needed the closure of watching it end. Why put myself through the punishment? Why the feelings of obligation? Where does this come from? Any thoughts? When you encounter a horrendous movie, do you finish it or walk out? I'm very curious if I am the only one who can't walk away.
The movie was Gentlemen Broncos f.y.i.
Tuesday, March 16
Is It Bad?
Is it bad when you realize your dog has peed on the clothes you're wearing?
Daniel took me out to dinner last night so I put on my little tuxedo jacket. On my way to meet him I thought I smelled something fishy in the car. I guess fishy isn't the right word, more urine-y. Toby has a terrible habit of peeing on anything we leave on the floor, frequently dirty laundry. Apparently this is his attempt at training us to pick up after ourselves. He has trained us well in picking up clutter. We are very tidy when it comes to most rooms of the house except for our bedroom. I think he wants us to do better about keeping up with the dirty laundry and punishes us when it overflows beyond the confines of the laundry basket. (This theory has been debunked however seeing as how he will also pee on a basket full of folded clean clothes if the basket is left on the floor. The truth is he just likes to mark anything and everything within the reach of his urine stream.)
So back to my story. While driving I carefully smelled the various articles of clothing I was wearing. Let me emphasize cautiously. I have crafted my technique after many times of shoving the arm pits of tee shirts to my nose to see if Daniel had worn them yet only to find that yes, yes indeed said shirt had made a visit to the gym. And there have been many occasions when pulling an article of clothing from the floor and smelling it to make sure it had not received the "Toby Touch" that I have been overzealous in my sniffing. Back to the story (again)...I reached for my coat on the seat: clean. Tank top: clean. Can't reach my jeans to smell up close which probably means they're clean as well. I don't smell anything on my jacket at first and so I wonder if he has "made his mark" somewhere inside of the car. And then reaching for the mirror to check my lip gloss it hits me, BAM urine! I'd been hit! My sleeve had been Toby-fied so I discarded my jacket and banished it to the backseat for the remainder of my drive. I had to put it back on when entering the restaurant because I was only wearing a tank underneath and the weather is still in the low 50's. Luckily the restaurant was warm enough to go sleeveless during the meal, but still you feel my pain right?
This is not the first time I have left the house before realizing my shirt had been peed on. Last summer before meeting our friends Brad and Sam, I met Daniel at Standard. After becoming aware of my problem I was able to score a shirt from Daniel's store as a replacement for our night out. Apparently getting peed on can have its perks.
I like to think that maybe Toby recognizes my clothing as a way to mark me as his territory without peeing on my actual person. Maybe he just wants the world to know that "I am his and he is mine". It's sweet really. I remember my old boss showing up to work one day not realizing he was sporting a spit-up stain on his shoulder. He had left the house not even noticing where his son had "marked" him that very morning. Maybe this is all just preparation for parenthood down the road. Toby is so thoughtful.
Daniel took me out to dinner last night so I put on my little tuxedo jacket. On my way to meet him I thought I smelled something fishy in the car. I guess fishy isn't the right word, more urine-y. Toby has a terrible habit of peeing on anything we leave on the floor, frequently dirty laundry. Apparently this is his attempt at training us to pick up after ourselves. He has trained us well in picking up clutter. We are very tidy when it comes to most rooms of the house except for our bedroom. I think he wants us to do better about keeping up with the dirty laundry and punishes us when it overflows beyond the confines of the laundry basket. (This theory has been debunked however seeing as how he will also pee on a basket full of folded clean clothes if the basket is left on the floor. The truth is he just likes to mark anything and everything within the reach of his urine stream.)
So back to my story. While driving I carefully smelled the various articles of clothing I was wearing. Let me emphasize cautiously. I have crafted my technique after many times of shoving the arm pits of tee shirts to my nose to see if Daniel had worn them yet only to find that yes, yes indeed said shirt had made a visit to the gym. And there have been many occasions when pulling an article of clothing from the floor and smelling it to make sure it had not received the "Toby Touch" that I have been overzealous in my sniffing. Back to the story (again)...I reached for my coat on the seat: clean. Tank top: clean. Can't reach my jeans to smell up close which probably means they're clean as well. I don't smell anything on my jacket at first and so I wonder if he has "made his mark" somewhere inside of the car. And then reaching for the mirror to check my lip gloss it hits me, BAM urine! I'd been hit! My sleeve had been Toby-fied so I discarded my jacket and banished it to the backseat for the remainder of my drive. I had to put it back on when entering the restaurant because I was only wearing a tank underneath and the weather is still in the low 50's. Luckily the restaurant was warm enough to go sleeveless during the meal, but still you feel my pain right?
This is not the first time I have left the house before realizing my shirt had been peed on. Last summer before meeting our friends Brad and Sam, I met Daniel at Standard. After becoming aware of my problem I was able to score a shirt from Daniel's store as a replacement for our night out. Apparently getting peed on can have its perks.
I like to think that maybe Toby recognizes my clothing as a way to mark me as his territory without peeing on my actual person. Maybe he just wants the world to know that "I am his and he is mine". It's sweet really. I remember my old boss showing up to work one day not realizing he was sporting a spit-up stain on his shoulder. He had left the house not even noticing where his son had "marked" him that very morning. Maybe this is all just preparation for parenthood down the road. Toby is so thoughtful.
Monday, March 15
Is it Bad?
Is it bad when you take down your Christmas lights in March?
Want to know what I did yesterday, March 14th? That's right I took down our Christmas lights. So what it's almost St. Patrick's Day. I guess I'm just really spirited. My neighbors can't be too mad about it. It's not like I've been plugging them in and lighting them up still. I followed typical protocol and stopped using them January 1st. Below is a picture of me posing with them alongside our Christmas tree that is still waiting to be disposed of. So I may not win the Housewife of the Year award. There's always next year...or the year after if I get around to it.
Want to know what I did yesterday, March 14th? That's right I took down our Christmas lights. So what it's almost St. Patrick's Day. I guess I'm just really spirited. My neighbors can't be too mad about it. It's not like I've been plugging them in and lighting them up still. I followed typical protocol and stopped using them January 1st. Below is a picture of me posing with them alongside our Christmas tree that is still waiting to be disposed of. So I may not win the Housewife of the Year award. There's always next year...or the year after if I get around to it.
Monday, February 22
Is it Bad?
Is it bad that I want to crash my Volvo just to test its safety features?
The day before Thanksgiving I bought my Volvo XC90 after leaving my Acura with 208,000 miles (thank you very much). Between the consumer reports and the dealer we visited, we were informed of Volvo's exceptional safety features. The XC90 features side curtain air bags even on the rear row of seats, anti-rollover technology that compensates for sudden swerves, and many other great options. The most impressive feature to me is the specially engineered steel used in each of the 4 columns that make up the frames of the windows and windshield. If the car were to rollover (which apparently would never happen thanks to the anti-rollover feature), the entire weight of the car could be supported by just one of those columns. Picturing this sounds awesome to me and instantly made me want to test out the claim.
I told my dad about all the safety features and I must take after him because his first question was, "So does that make you want to crash it just to see what would happen?" I responded, "Absolutely!" Driving down I-70 I have thought about what would/could happen if I "accidentally" veered into the concrete pole supporting the overpass above. Thoughts like this occur frequently in my slightly irrational mind. I am a crazy person. I'll settle for crash test videos though because I love my car and would hate to see her come to any harm.
I am an intense Twilight fan. No shame here! So it certainly helped that New Moon came out right as I purchased my Volvo. Edward gets an upgrade from the hatchback featured in Twilight to the brand new XC60. The XC90 is a little different from the sportier new model, but I felt pretty cool that my new car looks just like Edward's new ride (black and all). I thought about naming my car Edward, but I can't picture her as a male. It's just nice to know that Edward cares about safety too. We have so much in common.
I told my dad about all the safety features and I must take after him because his first question was, "So does that make you want to crash it just to see what would happen?" I responded, "Absolutely!" Driving down I-70 I have thought about what would/could happen if I "accidentally" veered into the concrete pole supporting the overpass above. Thoughts like this occur frequently in my slightly irrational mind. I am a crazy person. I'll settle for crash test videos though because I love my car and would hate to see her come to any harm.
I am an intense Twilight fan. No shame here! So it certainly helped that New Moon came out right as I purchased my Volvo. Edward gets an upgrade from the hatchback featured in Twilight to the brand new XC60. The XC90 is a little different from the sportier new model, but I felt pretty cool that my new car looks just like Edward's new ride (black and all). I thought about naming my car Edward, but I can't picture her as a male. It's just nice to know that Edward cares about safety too. We have so much in common.
Sunday, January 10
Is it bad...
Is it bad when you outgrow your Spanx?
I promise this will not become a weight loss blog. But when telling a friend about my Spanx predicament she found it quite funny, and this blog is welcoming to humor. Is it bad when one of your weight loss goals is to fit back into the body-shaper that was intended to minimize your problem areas in the first place? I have currently rendered my Spanx useless as they do more harm than good. It's like trying to fit into pants that are too small thus creating the infamous "muffin top". I remember that Special K or yogurt commercial that played "she wore an itsy bitsy, teenie weenie, yellow polka dot bikini" while a girl hung a bikini on her wall as fitness motivation. Maybe I should hang my Spanx in all their high-waisted, strategically-stitched-spandex-glory on my wall. I doubt that would be a very effective ad campaign, "Eat our yogurt and fit into your body-shaper in 2 weeks!" Their focus is to eliminate the problem areas, while I'm just trying to get to the place to begin trying to hide said problem areas. I'm a few steps behind you Special K. But soon enough I'll work my way to the bikini.
Step 1............................................ Step 20
I promise this will not become a weight loss blog. But when telling a friend about my Spanx predicament she found it quite funny, and this blog is welcoming to humor. Is it bad when one of your weight loss goals is to fit back into the body-shaper that was intended to minimize your problem areas in the first place? I have currently rendered my Spanx useless as they do more harm than good. It's like trying to fit into pants that are too small thus creating the infamous "muffin top". I remember that Special K or yogurt commercial that played "she wore an itsy bitsy, teenie weenie, yellow polka dot bikini" while a girl hung a bikini on her wall as fitness motivation. Maybe I should hang my Spanx in all their high-waisted, strategically-stitched-spandex-glory on my wall. I doubt that would be a very effective ad campaign, "Eat our yogurt and fit into your body-shaper in 2 weeks!" Their focus is to eliminate the problem areas, while I'm just trying to get to the place to begin trying to hide said problem areas. I'm a few steps behind you Special K. But soon enough I'll work my way to the bikini.
Step 1............................................ Step 20
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