Tuesday, June 23 2009 - Song of the Day

Today's song of the day is inspired by my love for my husband. Well, that and my undying respect for Elton John.

Just what is a fandango, anyway?

So, finally have a bit of breathing room. Ok, I really don't. I'm writing this on my laptop between calls. My life feels like a fandango, whatever that is.

1 - My back, very asstackular
2 - My store, behind on customs again. I'm scaling back and closing the custom list so that I have the 3 on deck, and then I can concentrate on just stocking. I would really like to release an AI2 idea to go with my pockets.... and maybe a fitted/cover combo, not that I ever really did those.... I do have a pair of wool trainers almost done and ready for release... but that belongs on my shop blog, not this one.
3 - My marriage.... Ya.... that's a subject better left ignored. When other people are noticing that we fight all the time, but are stupid in love with each other... Ya, we need to fix it...
4 - The little one is with her dad... I'm withholding judgment until I find out what I'm going to get back...
5 - The warrant I had previously in Idaho.... It's been purged, and I didn't have to do anything. Nice. So there is NOTHING on my background check. *collective sigh of relief*

other than that.... ya... it's kinda like a high speed rush through an ice chute with an ice skate shoved up my bum.

Memories

Lately I've been riding the bus to work, since my car got repossessed. Sitting in the backseat of the bus watching the scenery (or in this case, graffiti) roll past my window has been bringing back memories. Wearing headphones (because if you don't people start talking to you) and listening to the playlist on my blackberry, the music brings back memories. Not all of them are good memories, but all are strong. All provoke strong emotions, and if I weren't already introverted enough, the memories would push me that way.

Just this morning, as I was listening to the equivilent of musical schizophrenia, I heard Great Big Sea's Fast As I Can, I was reminded of the person who got me started listening to Irish Music in general, and Great Big Sea in particular. It got me thinking, that this was probably, second only to my wonderful husband, the best guy I've ever actually dated, and I didn't treat him very well. Ok, I think about now, I feel like I treated him like dogshit, and I hate feeling like that. So, this is my apology, now and forever, to the person who actually treated me like I was worth something, and paved the way for me to accept what my husband offers me every day.

Thank you.

Very Funny Friday

So this going to be an odd post, because my husband and I have a VERY odd sense of humor. Couple that with slight sleep deprivation leads to many many days of what we call the "Lima Bean Moment" - When you are so tired, that everything is funny, even lima beans.

So this week, there have been many half formed conversations that under normal circumstances, would not be funny. However, these conversations elicited such odd mental images, and a snort-fest on one occasion, that I felt I should share them.

His best friend, even best man at our wedding, is called J-Bone. Not because of anything he's done, but because it pisses him off. Day before last, our phones got shut off because we can't pay the bill until we get our tax return. Add to this the message from H&R Block online that I need to call the IRS and find out what DH's AGI was for 2007, which I know at one point I had saved his 1040A from 2007, although where it's gone is beyond me. So he texts J-Bone from his computer to ask him if he can come over so he can use his phone to call the IRS and find out what said AGI actually is.

So we're in the car, on the way back from picking up my daughter from school, and he makes a comment along the lines of "J-Bone will be coming over soon" to which I misinterpreted as something completely perverted, along the lines of J-Bone, naked, with a boner, and a bone club made from the femur of a large animal. Add to that the fact that I have a very vivid imagination, and well...Now there is a large naked man with a boner, and a bone club, running circles in my head screaming the lyrics to Soundgarden's Spoonman and I just lost it. Had I been drinking, tea would have shot out of my nose, I snorted, and my poor DH is just glaring at me like I've lost my mind, which really, I had.

So....ya...I'm an odd one. If you would like to hear more oddities, please purchase from my etsy shop pictured on the right. I get a little giggly thrill when I make a sale. Now off to sew more.

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