Thursday, March 26, 2015

15 years

15 Years ago today I married Triple S. 

Actually we didn't get married for another 15 days but that's a story for another day.

Today is the day I wore the dress and we said romantic stuff while everyone watched so we will count it as our anniversary.

It was wonderful but that isn't what I wanted to talk about today. Today I wanted to talk about what I thought I wanted and what I got.

I remember counting the days till our first anniversary because then we would just be regular married people. Regular. Normal. Married. People. Not newlyweds.

That was what I wanted.

More than anything I wanted my regular life to start.

On our first anniversary Triple S and I went to a lovely French restaurant. We ate escargot and dined by candlelight. It was romantic and wonderful. Then we went home and ate frozen, year old, cake.

Is that still a thing? It really shouldn't be. that cake was GROSS! But we had a few bites. Enough to ensure tradition was followed before throwing it away.

I remember thinking regular life was going to start now. My normal life.

I'm not sure what I thought that meant. Maybe eating breakfast together while solving a crossword puzzle? Maybe going on road trips to see the world's biggest ball of twine?

Clearly I had no frame of reference. That was why I wanted it so badly.

It's been 15 years. A few moves, a bunch of job changes, some adorable kids and too many ridiculous things to list. Nothing has been 'normal' or 'regular' and that has been the best part.

What Scott (Triple S) has taught me is that it really doesn't matter what you are doing and where you are but who you are with.

I'll gladly spend the next 15 years with him. Probably more than that if I'm lucky.

So thanks for the life lesson and everything else. <3<3<3 Happy Anniversary husband of mine!


Thursday, March 19, 2015

WTF Amazon!

Obviously Amazon is awesome. Especially if you have a prime account. The free movies and music are whatever. I have netflix I don't need your pity Amazon! But 2 day shipping?

Hell yeah!

Do I need this book/sneaker/sticker/coffee/charger/whatever thing? Maybe but it can be here in two days so ...... Yes please send it to me.


Back on point.

Did you guys know I LOVE obnoxious t shirts? Nerdy or weird or full of ridiculous fandom love.
I love them. I wear them to work and to the gym.

Most people who see me on a regular basis have noticed this about me.

It isn't unusual for someone to send me something like this on FB.
They come in the form of texts too.

 Usually Triple S is mentioned in the hopes that he will get creative and everyone will get cool new t shirts.

It's happened before.
There were all made by the amazing Triple S
This one is for our fantastic Alma mater!

OMG I am so far off topic. Not that this is shocking to you. Certainly this is something that is a regular problem.

Any who....... Origin story over!

I was on Amazon, amusing myself by looking at t shirts, and I decided to see if there was anything Krav Maga related.

WTF Amazon! Every thing, all the time, isn't about men. You sexist pig. I hate you!

Phew. Deep breaths. It isn't fair for me to judge Amazon like that. Let me change my search parameters.



Much better. Look at those pants. So cool.... Wait one minute. Did you just suggest I search for "women krav maga" in "men's boxing clothing"?

You're a misogynistic a-hole!

I'm never ordering anything again. I'm going to cancel my subscription. So not cool. It's time to take a stand. Just like Patricia Arquette did. Yeah! Girl Power!

Ohhhhh. How much is a box of Cadbury eggs? 

I was totally kidding about that stuff above. I'm just going to write an angry twitter post and get a hashtag started. #sexistamazon!

Lets do this ladies.

Wednesday, March 11, 2015

I Need a Child Psychologist. STAT!

No not because I act like a crazy child.

You guys are not very supportive. Seriously I try and blog and all I get is grief.

Just kidding. You guys are the best.

So It's year three of my adventure as a preschool teacher. Once again I have lucked out in the student department. I have kids that are sweet and listen (well, listen as well as anyone can expect a group of four years olds). They try new snacks without complaining and know how to make one hell of a collage with glitter and pipe cleaners. Seriously Picasso would be jealous.

Basically they are tiny awesome humans.

EXCEPT for one thing,

When they all sit down I ask them a question in the negative form or the affirmative.

Examples:

Raise your hand if you DON'T like grapes.

or 

Raise your hands if you Do like grapes.

Either way they all raise their hands. Not because they all do or don't like grapes but because they are insane. Or at least that is my conclusion but I'm not a child Psychologist. Hence the title of today's blog.

Do they not get the concept of a the need for only some of them to answer?

You know what? I'm going to let it slide. Trying to figure out how the mind of a 4 year old works seems a bit futile plus they are raising their hands and not calling out. I'm counting that as a win.

Yeah me!


Wednesday, February 11, 2015

little green bag (notebook)

All the best intentions.

Right?

Remember when I told you all about my cool new green notebook? Remember I was going to write all my brilliant thoughts down in it?  I'm of course so brilliant that I needed two books.

All of this should be familiar to my faithful readers.


As of right now there is one thing written in my book.

One thing.

It's a note about growing out my hair. I actually have half a post saved but I'm lazy right now and I don't want to deal with finding the pictures that I need so it's sitting in the draft folder for a bit longer.

I'm not sure why I thought I was missing out on so many ideas. Cocky much?

Instead you are getting this which is so clearly just a filler post but hey it's something right?

I need some serious inspiration. Suggestions?

Happy Wednesday.

Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Pinterest



Did you know you can pin other people's pins?

Of course you can. What the hell else do you do when you get sucked into the black hole that is Pinterest. Certainly you aren't about to start any projects because we know that is going to end poorly. Instead we just look at pin, after pin, after pin of pallet furniture and CD bird baths.

That isn't the point though.

I thought Pinterest was all about single girls assembling ridiculous expectations for their future house and their future wedding. Turns out apparently it's more about nerd love and carpenter envy.

I'm of course using only the latest in scientific research to prove this.

By research I mean the alerts I get from Pinterest about my account.


fireplace built ins | Built ins around fireplace/tv | Living Room 
This is the number one thing people repin. Lovely isn't it? Did you know Triple S is a handy guy? Seriously. He can build something like nobodies business. He didn't build this but he was looking for inspiration for our fireplace wall so I of course went to the place where people go when they want to give themselves a complex about how uncrafty they are or how their house will never be featured on the internet. Pinterest!!

That's not the point though. The point is that this is the number one thing about my pinterest account that people like. 

This scene made me smile so much.  Actually, I just need to add this quote to my list of arguments.  "I brought you kale.  Kale, and my love." 
This is the second thing.

Nerd's love pinterest.  PS the above is from Marvel's Agents of SHIELD. Obviously this is a show I watch obsessively. Phil Coulson is my spirit animal.

Nothing about that above statement is shocking to anyone who has been paying attention.

Okay. That's enough of this blogging silliness. I wonder how much Doctor Who stuff is on Pinterest?

And just in case you were curious my green notebook is still blank. 

Tuesday, January 20, 2015

My Little Green Notebook

Welcome to my blog.

Did you know that some bloggers update theirs blogs more than once a week?

Crazy right? Yeah I thought so too. I guess I just don't lead a very exciting life. Part of the problem is also that when an idea pops into my head I think to myself that I am possibly the cleverest person ever, surely I will never forget this very clever idea.

Guess what. I forget them all the time. I remember that I had an idea but for the life of me I can't remember what it was.

Hence the title of this blog. The kids and I went to the bookstore the other day and you know how they load the sides of the check out aisle with crap they want you to buy? Yeah Of course you do.

Well I bought something.

Now I would have a tiny notebook to write down my brilliant thoughts.

FYI I didn't buy two thinking that I would have so many brilliant thoughts that I would fill up the first one and would require a second one. They came in a two pack.

Either way I'm ready to write some stuff down.

Please note you can add a reward for if it's returned. Sadly although I think my thoughts are beyond priceless I'm not willing to offer 10's of 100's of pennies as a reward so it will just have to be Karma.

I would like to say that these notebooks bode well for increased posting but lets be honest, that isn't likely.

Thursday, January 15, 2015

I know 35 Thousand People

Today is Thursday and it is my weekly routine to enjoy lunch with my favorite female people. You might remember I've talked about this before because it was at our regular lunch outing that I was vividly reminded of my past life of 9-5 grind.

Today though as I walked into the restaurant I glanced around. A quick headcount lead me to a startling realization.

I KNOW TOO MANY PEOPLE.

I counted. There were 23 people seated and eating and I knew 10 of them. That's almost half.

FYI I looked up the population of my town and as of 2013 it was 34,887.

We've lived here for 4 and half years and apparently I know 17,000 people. At least that is what I'm assuming based on my extensive knowledge of statistics and other analytical math.

That's too many! Too, too many!

So that's it people. No more saying hello to strangers. I'm done. I've maxed out.

Sorry new neighbors, new gym goers and new parents at the schools. I'm full up.




As a side note I also saw a man I'm going to refer to as hipster Sea Captain. I got a really blurry picture but I'm not going to post it based on the above tirade. I'd feel pretty bad if it turns out that he is someone's son. 

Yes of course, I know he is someone's son, I guess what I mean is that he might be someone I KNOW's son.

And if that isn't some serious Freudian self centered insanity I don't know what is. :-)