Monday, January 21, 2008
Monday, January 14, 2008
The Basement
Now I’ve Had The Time of My Life. . .Well Kind Of.
I watched Dirty Dancing in bed last night. This movie has always gotten to me. Perhaps it’s the way Patrick Swayze rumples up his nose during the final number, or maybe it’s the way Baby just can’t keep from laughing when Johnny tenderly caresses her armpit during their dance routine. Whatever it is, this movie contains more “swoon power” than any film ever created.
While watching the film, I told Scott that I wish I could dance. I have often thought about my dance skills, or lack thereof, and wished that I could really wow on a dance floor. After all, I should be able to dance--I am tuneful, dramatic, and have no sense of stage fright. However, in actuality, I am just a big, lumbering mess on the dance floor. I have no sense of rhythm, no style, and certainly no fluidity or grace.
So here’s the question: What skill have you always wanted to possess? And why?
While watching the film, I told Scott that I wish I could dance. I have often thought about my dance skills, or lack thereof, and wished that I could really wow on a dance floor. After all, I should be able to dance--I am tuneful, dramatic, and have no sense of stage fright. However, in actuality, I am just a big, lumbering mess on the dance floor. I have no sense of rhythm, no style, and certainly no fluidity or grace.
So here’s the question: What skill have you always wanted to possess? And why?
Monday, January 7, 2008
Wii, Mii, Chi
Wii, Mii, Chi
I broke down and bought one. No, no, Tom, not a wii, but rather a Chi. This expensive hair toy is supposed to deliver “sensuously silky hair” with the potential to “straighten, flip, and curl.” Though they traditionally retail for $160, I got mine for $80 because it was in holiday packaging. Scott immediately mocked me--claiming that if I got a Chi, he was certainly entitled to his Wii. We will see. After all, the Wii cannot deliver a good hair day.
I broke down and bought one. No, no, Tom, not a wii, but rather a Chi. This expensive hair toy is supposed to deliver “sensuously silky hair” with the potential to “straighten, flip, and curl.” Though they traditionally retail for $160, I got mine for $80 because it was in holiday packaging. Scott immediately mocked me--claiming that if I got a Chi, he was certainly entitled to his Wii. We will see. After all, the Wii cannot deliver a good hair day.
Monday, December 17, 2007
You Are Cream Pie
You're the perfect combo of simplicity and divinity.You are a secret hedonist. No one knows how indulgent you can be.You don't indulge often, but when you do, you go for the best.You have expensive taste - even if you aren't rich.Those who like you life for understated pleasures.You're not flashy or trendy, but you have a depth that most people lack.Interacting with you makes most people feel incredibly satisfied.You are gentle, super sweet, and in harmony with those around you.
You're the perfect combo of simplicity and divinity.You are a secret hedonist. No one knows how indulgent you can be.You don't indulge often, but when you do, you go for the best.You have expensive taste - even if you aren't rich.Those who like you life for understated pleasures.You're not flashy or trendy, but you have a depth that most people lack.Interacting with you makes most people feel incredibly satisfied.You are gentle, super sweet, and in harmony with those around you.
Monday, December 3, 2007
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
The Great Thanksgiving Smack Down
Being married is a great thing. There are perks galore. Being married also has some downfalls, (though they are few and far between). Perhaps the greatest of these downfalls is the necessary compromise involved during the holiday season.
Though I am sure we all love our in-laws, there is just a natural human proclivity to be biased towards our own family and traditions. For Scott and I, the challenge seemed so insurmountable that we didn't celebrate any holidays together until after we were married.
Up until this point, we've only celebrated Thanksgiving with his side of the family. But due to my unfortunate work schedule, we will be celebrating this year, for the first time, with my family.
This is great for me--normal, comfortable, and expected. Full of good food, even better conversation, an intense game of charades, and a sappy movie melodrama. Scott however, is quite concerned about the whole ordeal. His first question, "Will there be turkey?" Followed by, "How about mashed potatoes, stuffing, and pie?" He should know better. It's not like my family is a bunch of holiday deviants that eat pork and deviled eggs for Thanksgiving.
So, we'll have to see how things turn out. I am confident that Scott will be pleasantly surprised, and maybe even a bit impressed with how much fun he ends of having.
Tune in this weekend for a full report, including food critiques, and activity summarizations.
Though I am sure we all love our in-laws, there is just a natural human proclivity to be biased towards our own family and traditions. For Scott and I, the challenge seemed so insurmountable that we didn't celebrate any holidays together until after we were married.
Up until this point, we've only celebrated Thanksgiving with his side of the family. But due to my unfortunate work schedule, we will be celebrating this year, for the first time, with my family.
This is great for me--normal, comfortable, and expected. Full of good food, even better conversation, an intense game of charades, and a sappy movie melodrama. Scott however, is quite concerned about the whole ordeal. His first question, "Will there be turkey?" Followed by, "How about mashed potatoes, stuffing, and pie?" He should know better. It's not like my family is a bunch of holiday deviants that eat pork and deviled eggs for Thanksgiving.
So, we'll have to see how things turn out. I am confident that Scott will be pleasantly surprised, and maybe even a bit impressed with how much fun he ends of having.
Tune in this weekend for a full report, including food critiques, and activity summarizations.
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