friday five

It's Friday, about 3:00 and I have to go pick Brooke up form school soon.  This past week has been gorgeous.  Super, awesome perfect fall weather.  My absolute favorite!  Can you tell?  It's just so nice because I hate sun beating on me without a breeze or hint of cool air or shade somewhere.  That's why I'm pretty sure I would die if someone tried to force me to live in some sweaty, hot muggy region.  Like Florida.

I was talking to someone recently about my favorite weather (pretty exciting topic, eh?)  and he told me that San Diego would be my ideal climate.  So, San Diego.  Hm.  I could live in a whale's vagina.  OK, that sounded so hideous, please click the link so you grasp what I am saying.  I can not say San Diego without thinking about that stupid clip from the Anchorman where Ron Burgundy is trying to tell Veronica Corningstone that San Diego was discovered by the German's and the name translates to "a whale's vagina."  Sorry.  It had to be said.

So anyway, yeah.  I guess I can see it.  Just packing up and moving to a whole other coast.  I'm not sure that my family would be on board.  Well, I'm sure the kids wouldn't hate living by the ocean.  Come to think of it, Alex's firm actually has an office in San Diego.  Hm. Kara would be all over it, she's dying to get to CA.  She's been angling for a move to Santa Monica since we visited in March.  I would never move to LA.  I did not love it there.  But if she was in Santa Monica and we were in San Diego, at least we would be close enough to visit easily.   I think I might be afraid of earthquakes.  In NY, we don't really have any of that scary weather crap looming over our heads that could kill us.

I'm going to California in about a month, actually.  I'll be heading out there with my sister and her friend, then I'll stay a few extra days by myself when they leave.  I'm really looking forward to it.  Last year I was in SF during the fall, and it was so nice.  I'll have to think of some fun things to do and see while I'm there.  And eat.  There are tons of great places to eat.

Speaking of food, I'm hungry.  Gotta go eat some lunch!  Happy weekend.

text conversations I have with my husband v1

disclaimer: If you've never seen Anchorman (The Legend of Ron Burgundy), this exchange will most definitely be very confusing to you.  

Me:  Where are you?  You said you were just leaving.

Husband:  I am a man.  Doing man things.

Me:  OK Ron Burgundy, should I expect you any time soon?

Husband:  Can you pick me up.  I'm too old for Man Day.  Those growlers were strong and I may or may not be drunk.

Me:  When in Rome...

Husband:  Yes, go on.

Me:  If I recall correctly, Ron Burgundy walks home.

Husband:  I don't know how to put this, but I'm kind of a big deal.   I'm very important. I have many leather-bound books and my apartment smells of rich mahogany. 

Me:  Why don't you try that new fad, jogging.  I believe it's jogging or yogging.  It might be a soft j.

Husband:  But I'm in a glass case of emotion!

Me:  Son of a bee-sting.  

Me: Fine, I'll be there in a minute.  You better be ready because I am not waiting on your drunk ass.

Husband:  When you get here, I'll give you two tickets to the gun show, and see if you like the goods.

Me: I'm going to punch you in the ovary. 

Husband:  60% of the time, all of the time.

Me: OMG. Please stop talking before I change my mind.

Husband:  Agree to disagree?

Me: You're a smelly pirate hooker.

Husband:  Poop mouth!  Poop in your mouth!

Me:  Oh, you are going right to bed.

Husband: Take me to pleasure town?

Me:  OMG.  Get in the car. 

when in rome

"Yes, go on."


Ahaha.  I am a fool for Anchorman.  Sometimes I could be considered a fool in general, but whatever, you say tomayto, I say tomayto too.

So something totally cool happened today.  And it happens to do with me stumbling on this great blog which, in turn, made me stumble on to a couple of other great blogs.  Are you following me?  That's OK if you're not, because let's face it.  I can be confusing on occasion.  But anyway, I love stumbling across cool blogs!  It makes me very happy, and then alternately stressed.  Because really, there is only so much time in the day to devote to reading blogs.  And I am pretty much 3 great blogs away from tipping that scale from acceptable to the opposite of acceptable.

Anyway.


You know how every so often you have to do a little facebook purging?  Like you go through your friends and sort of stealthily delete the ones that really aren't your friends but you accepted them because they friended you and you are sort of nice?  Well, I haven't actually done that yet, for fear of being a meanie, but I have thought about facebook purging.  And I think I need to purge some of my blogroll too.  I pretty much focus of a large handful of blogs that interest me, and even though it looks like I follow a ridiculous amount of blogs, I don't read them all.  Because who has time to read 196 posts a day?  me Not me.  Because I have a lot going on.

So, the point of this post, "when in rome," is about writing a mini bucket list so I can try to win a book.  And not just any old book either.  A brand newly published book by a brand newly published author and fellow blogger, Melanie Jacobson.  If you click on this link, http://melaniejacobson.net/, you can read the first chapter.  Which is exactly what I did.  The book looks like some good beach reading, and it came highly recommended by my friend Erin.  So I am going all out to try to be a winner.  WINNER! 

So that's the cool thing that happened today.  Well, that and the fact that my son's vuvuzela turned up under a melted pile of snow in the yard (yippee).

So, without further ado,

My mini bucket list of things that I want to do before I don't want to do them anymore:

1.  Go on a getaway out west.
2.  Learn how to knit.
3.  Make a real cheesecake with the pan that comes apart on the edges.
4.  Go to a writer's and/or photography conference or workshop.
5.  Meet and moviestar make out with Damien Rice.  (Did I just say that out loud?)
6.  Bike ride really far.

There it is.  Rather lame, I know.  I want to pull together a real bucket list though.  Because everyone's doing it!  No, really because I think it's a neat idea.  And because I love lists.  And I love to cross things off lists. 

And I love lamp.

*sorry, I couldn't help ending with an Anchorman quote.