Writing on the Wall

Well Matt and tried yet again to plant beautiful plants in the backyard.  Apparently they are too pretty.  Smokey and the Bandit have taken it upon themselves to eat each one that has no thorns on it.  Three beautiful bushes were dug down to the nubbin’.  Some even pulled out by the roots.  Bandit was found flossing on the back porch with one set of root beds.  The little shit.

 So here we are with two cacti, two rose bushes, and 2 bougainvilleas left outside of a jailed compound.  The rest of the plants are surrounded by metal wiring that I have often thought about sticking a current through just to see what those two are made of.  For some reason Matt won’t let me do it.  Meanie.

At any rate if you have any ideas for non-tasty, pretty, dog menacing plants that I could cover our backyard in, then I am game. And may it not rhyme with Dander.

Things I am thankful for:

My geeky husband who can paint better than the rest

Pumpkin Cream Cheese

Pumpkin Beer

Colder Weather (ie: 70 degrees)

A nice house

Two terrible dogs

Warm comforter

A job that I hate/love all at the same time

Flip flops

Weather to wear flip flops all year round

A niece that doesn’t know what AIDS is*

2 new nephews in 2005 – both so cuddly right now I never want to share

A car that runs, even though it has no heat

Legs that can run

Mouth that can run

Yoga Pants

Cute Dangly Earrings

Chocolate chips

* We were playing Apples to Apples this weekend and she had to pick the word that best described frightening.  Someone threw out AIDS.  She assumed that it meant “teachers’ Aids”, not AIDS – Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome.  It was so obvious to her that Aids were not frightening in the slightest.  Needless to say the adults took 5 minutes to laugh and then had to figure out how to explain the somber, deadly disease.

Somebody Save TALEN!!

OMG I loved this boy on this show.  He is seriously good looking and was so super sweet.  But now the claws are in.

http://msnbc.msn.com/id/10086264/

God help us that they break off the engagement quicker than Paris and Paris.

The trip to the grocery store started off badly because I was short one item: ground beef.  I intended to be in and out in minutes.  Get the beef and run.  So I ran to the back of the store and noticed that liters of soda were on sale.  And I was in charge of that for the Wall family turkey dinner.  So I grabbed four and ran, got to the front and found an open cashier.  All was well at this point, almost perfect.  Nothing out of the ordinary. 

The cashier ran through my stuff and I started to key in one of those ridiculous cards they make you show in order to get a cheaper price.  You know that those are only meant for the company to gain additional knowledge about you.  That is why I use my moms.  I don’t need them coming after me.  Off topic, but nonetheless a thought. 

It was then that I noticed that the bagger dude wasn’t bagging my stuff, but in fact chit chatting with some freak.  He had two bottles in a bag and then realized I was ready to leave and waiting for him and he had missed two bottles, a thing of beef and a pack of gum.  I grabbed the bag, gum and the beef (in one of those tubes of beef – not flimsy plastic packaging) in my hand to run out while he was putting the other two bottles into a bag.  As I slid the gum into my pocket to run, the guy went to grab the beef out of my hand. I looked at him and said what are you doing? He looked at me and said, “I don’t know.  I just thought I would do something.” I gave him a look and I grabbed back and ran.  What’s with that?  If you want to be a bagger, why wait until I am walking out to try and waste more of my time?

1. Bush sucks
2. I am glad LC got her own show
3. Garth Brooks needs to make a new CD.  Forget retirement.  He was fabulous on the awards show tonight.
4. Pumpkin Porter Beer from Four Peaks is the best thing EVER
5. Running after having said beer hurts.  Don’t do it.

Me: Well when she had a circumcision a couple of years ago . .  .

Mr.-Know-It-All: A circumcision?

Me: Yes a circumcision.

Mr.-Know-It-All: Well, that changes my perception of who she is a lot.

Me: Damn it.  You know what I mean.

My husband’s inability to speak has started to take over my life as well. . .

Let me tell you, I have had plenty of friends who have had babies in the last two weeks.  I couldn't be happier about it!

Riley was born to Charles and his wife on 10/25

Madalyn was born to Shayla and David on 11/2

Madeleine was born to Tracy and Kent on 11/3

and my sister Christy and Brother-in-law Mark welcomed Carson on 11/10. 

So many babies to kiss and I am quick to the task.  I love it.  Congratulations moms and dads!

Matt and I usually go to bed together, but he for some reason can fall asleep much sooner.  I run and run through the day to accomplish as much as possible.  He rolls into bed from the couch and falls right asleep already relaxed.  Last night was the same ole same ole.  I started watching a compelling show on HGTV, while he snored and snored and snored.  Until however, he smacked himself in the face with his own hand.  I started to laugh to the point I about peed. 

 He jolted up, “what, what!!!” and laid his head back down, “Did I just hit myself?” 

 “Yes, yes you did.”

 “Oh.”

 “I think I just wet the bed.”

 That’s good times people.  Good times.

I hope I can save someone a stuggle or two. . .

“You’ve never read Of Mice or Men?”

  “No”

  “I can’t believe that.  That is an awesome book.  You should read that.”

  “When did you read it?”

  “Oh.  I’ve never read it.  I watched the movie.”

  “Really. . . . so then why are you yelling at me?”

  “Well the movie was good, so you should read it.”

  “RIIIIIIIIIIGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHTTTTTTTTT.”

  (I will admit to marrying him out of my own volition.  Don’t ask why. I don’t know)

I am a sucker for music.  Primarily music that entertains me, makes me dance or sing in the car, and can be easily enjoyed by my husband and I.  Since he and I pretty much listen to everything, the third is hard to not meet. So this weekend I done up and bought me a new CD.

 I have never owned a Destiny’s Child CD.  I always danced to their music and appreciated their voices, but I could never break down and buy one.  Unitl that is the #1’s CD.  All of the best in one little package begging me to add it to my huge collection.  I have to say that I love it.  Who did not love Bugaboo?  Independent Woman Part 1?  Or the remake of Emotions?  My favorite by far is Girl though.  I just totally identify with old memories with that song and see me having that conversation in my car with my girlfriends.  It is also a conversation I have notive Kristen having with her friends on Laguna Beach , but that is another story.

 At any rate, if you like a dance vibe, enjoy empowering women music, and like to shake your ass, pick it up.  You will not be upset.

 Next Purchases: Ryan Shupe and the Rubberband, possibly Ashlee Simpson (I can’t help it, it is an addiction I tell you), and Kanye West.