The last time I checked, the whip was not considered a musical instrument.
Of course, that was a long time ago.
My charming husband insists that a whip noise(s) can be added to any song. Even county music. Even classical music. And apparently, especially holiday music.
My ride home with Steven last night was especially fun. I got to hear his “expert-level” whip noises added to “O Holy Night,” “Christmas Shoes,” “Linus and Lucy,” and Dolly Parton and Kenny Roger’s “A Christmas to Remember.” A youtube video may be in production soon.
If you don’t know Steven, this is probably not that funny; but he’s really such a goofball. And so much fun. He acts all serious around my friends and coworkers (and sometimes family) but when we’re alone he is completely different. I imagine it is this way with a lot of couples.
Also, it’s nice to know I’m not the only crazy one.
What do you do if someone offers you an apology, but the thing they have done hurt you so much that you don’t want to accept the apology? What do you say?
I’m sorry. Okay.
I’m sorry. Thanks.
I’m sorry. Forget you, jerk.
I don’t think any of those are options. But I will never be able to accept an apology.
(I hate being so vague on this blog. Don’t worry, the incident is not recent. I am just thinking about it now.)
All the snow outside has made me feel like staying indoors on the weekends and doing “snowed-in” activities – watching movies, cleaning the house, baking, taking bubble baths, reading books, and playing games…
So I got out Monopoly last night to play. I set up the game board, organized the money, separated the different playing cards, and Steven and I both selected our tokens (Padme and Qui-Jon)… then read the 10-page instruction pamphlet.
Twenty minutes later, after the Monopoly instructions left us confused and tired, we opted to watch Live Free or Die Hard instead of play the game. If I read those instructions correctly, I don’t think I have ever played Monopoly the way you are supposed to. That game is complex! I don’t even understand our own mortgage, and I am supposed to mortgage and keep track of multiple properties?!
Does anyone remember Junior Monopoly – the simplified version of adult Monopoly? I remember playing that with my siblings, and the game would only last us an hour or so. We all had our little tricks – like hiding our money under the board so no one had an idea how much we had until the end. And we made our own rules, such as “not paying a rent for landing in a space unless the landlord remembered to ask.” Ha ha ha. We were so competitive with each other.
I think I would rather play the Junior version.
Apparently Data has a cross dressing fetish that Steven and I are only now discovering:
I just wish it wasn’t such an expensive hobby! $50 for a wig?
I know we should be supportive, but it is hard when we have to shell out so much cash for each outfit.
Oh well. We are family. Family supports each other, through thick and thin.
(Thanks to Courtney for the link to the wig site!)
What is your favorite holiday movie?
I know, I know – not a very original question! But since I love holiday movies (with the exception of two which will remain nameless) I had to ask… because maybe there is a really good one I don’t know about!
My favorite is White Christmas. I don’t remember the first time I saw it, but I remember seeing it on television many times with my mother. I loved the part when the girls sang “Sisters, sisters”… and I always loved all the dancing scenes! Then of course, I got older and finally understood the cute little plot. Now I make sure to watch it a few times each holiday season. I usually don’t get to watch it with my mother anymore, but we still sing the songs from the movie and annoy the people around us!
P.S. Are you participating in Blog Crush Day next Friday? I sure am!
I’ve been feeling really self-conscious about my age at work lately. None of my coworkers have done anything to make me feel this way, but as my responsibility in the firm increases, I become more aware of my young age and little experience.
My main concern is meeting with clients. I can look and act knowledgeable, trustworthy, and composed, but I wonder if our clients ever think, “Isn’t she a bit young?”
Of course, my fear is of unconsciously making my firm appear bad.
Steven probably gave me the best advice when he said (more or less), “Don’t think about your age too much, because then it will start to affect you.”
Wives must never forget this Bible verse, as it is written in the Book of Steven:
If thine husband dost desire pizza during a snowstorm, thou shalt drivest to pick it up after work. Pronto. Snap snap!
Driving in a snowstorm makes me a lot more nervous than it used to. I get in the car and all I can feel is my heart heavily pounding in my chest. I think I have used up all of my “get away free” cards when it comes to accidents in snowy weather… so I would rather just stay inside. Or take public transportation!
The pizza was good though.
I am a very dedicated Natalie Portman fan. I will see any film she is in, no matter how awful (or wonderful) it might look, and poor Steven gets drug along to the theater with me. Sometimes he lucks out and ends up loving the movie – as was the case with V for Vendetta – and sometimes we leave the theater with him asking, “why did you want to see that?” (as was the case with Closer). I always tell him the same thing – that I will see anything she is in… and he always says that doesn’t make any sense. But I bet some of you are the same way, right? RIGHT?
Anyway, the newest film of hers that caught my interest is The Other Boleyn Girl, which comes to theaters in February. I knew the film was based on a book by Philippa Gregory, but I wasn’t planning on reading it. That is, until I saw this preview, and was so intrigued by the preview that I went and bought the book that day because I knew I couldn’t wait until February to know what the story is about.
Surprisingly, I ended up really liking the book. I usually don’t read novels so I was worried that I would struggle through it. But it has quite a bit of history in it, and a lot of scandal. Even though it was well over 600 pages, I finished it in a week and never grew tired of it.
And since I am clueless about world history, and had no idea who Henry VIII or Anne Boleyn were, I was actually surprised by a lot of the twists and turns in the plot.
The amazon site for the book has a pretty good review from Publishers Weekly if you are interested. I definitely recommend the book! I hope the movie doesn’t disappoint!
Tonight is our “Progress Check” at the dance studio where we take classes. That means that Steven and I will demonstrate three of the dances we have been learning to the owner of the dance studio, then she will pull us into her little office and try to sell us 50 more dance lessons at over $75 a lesson.
We will sit there, and tell her we have decided to end dance lessons to save money, and she will sit there and try to convince us that it is “worth it” and we can afford it.
Steven and I started dance lessons in August to prepare for our wedding dance. We had fun with the lessons so we signed on for more. But once we signed on for more they started pushing us to buy all of their dance studio paraphernalia.
For about three months they have been telling us that we both need to buy $100 dancing shoes. We still haven’t bought them. And we won’t buy them. We tell them “no,” then they act like we can’t dance without them, and that we will never advance to “bronze level” (the 50 lesson level) if we don’t have them. We still say no.
They get upset when we can only schedule one lesson a week. And we have to rearrange our schedules and leave work early just to make it to that one lesson! We never look forward to it anymore because we don’t want to waste what little free time we have with being pressured to buy new dance shoes.
I have a feeling that trying to terminate dance lessons is going to be like breaking up with that persistent boyfriend who keeps calling and saying “are we still broken up?” (Yeah, that happened to me. Did it happen to you?)
A friend of mine called me last night. We haven’t spoken since the beginning of September, but we picked up the conversation as if yesterday was the last time we spoke.
She was in my wedding. I consider her one of my closest friends. She is a trustworthy, reliable, level-headed person… and a blast of fun! So, why why why have we not spoken in three months? We have email correspondence, but it’s not the same.
I HATE that my busy lifestyle keeps me out of touch with my friends and family. I really felt like I was doing well by keeping in touch by email, but after a phone call, or a LIVE visit, you feel a little sad when you remember what you are missing.
I love the companionship of my husband, but I sometimes miss the variety and mindlessness of chatting with other people I am close with.
I suppose I should keep that in mind this holiday season; to make the most of my time.
I miss you, friend.
(Oh, I almost forgot! Check out my guest post at Hilly’s site today!)
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