Thursday, May 19, 2005

freaks and geeks

This morning I put my hair in two buns on my head Princess Leia style (though mine are the size of deer poop and hers are more like a cow pie). And it’s opening night of Star Wars Episode III, which we are attending this evening. No, I am not a freak. It seemed like a good idea at the time, but now I am picturing us standing in line tonight with all the other SW fanatics who will undoubtedly be dressed up (or is that just last night’s showing?) and I see myself FITTING RIGHT IN. Not good. What have I done?

Wednesday, May 18, 2005

speaking of bosoms

The other night I dreamed that I was forced to become an exotic dancer. It was awful. I told JJ this and he laughed. But then a couple of nights later he was in a semi-delirious state (which he often gets in and which I find endlessly amusing) and said, "Don't become an exotic dancer."

"Why not?"

"Because they'll make you get new boobs."

I didn't know whether to be flattered that he didn't want me to have better boobs, or offended that he doesn't think my boobs are good enough for the exotic dancer lifestyle (though I know for a fact they're NOT!). I went with the former. He loves me the way I am, and that's all I care about.

Tuesday, May 17, 2005

road rules

Our whirlwind roadtrip weekend is over. I think my husband estimated that we drove 1,600 miles in one weekend. That's a lot of time on the road. I was a real pill and drove my husband crazy. And of course, all the hours cramped together in a small vehicle didn't exactly help the situation. I have a theory as to why I acted this way...but I will refrain from posting the details.

Anyway, the wedding of our two friends Logan and Karen was beautiful. It was nice to hear a wedding ceremony other than our own, because I hardly heard a word of my own ceremony I was so happy and excited that day! We also got to see my sister Dooz run in a track meet. And visit with my grandparents and other family.

But all in all, it was an exhausting trip that I'm glad is over. I'm just grateful my husband puts up with me. He's a good man, that JJ.

Thursday, May 12, 2005

the good times are killing me

Man, this ought to be fun...starting a road trip thoroughly annoyed with each other. My favorite. Road trips and bad tempers.

this is a test

And it is only a test.