Indian sweet shop. The pink stuff towards the upper left corner is my favorite.
6.09.2005
Mashed peas? Do we really need someone to mash our peas?
Well, I guess I have turned into a completely lazy British person. Lounging in the park this afternoon, listening to the Hare Krshnas clang their finger cymbals and chant. I may also be becoming lethargic due to the fact that my caffeine consumption has been reduced by at least 50 percent.
As I type, I am helping the Pastor translate something from Hebrew. Apparently, in Judges 9, Abimelech killed 70 men with one stone. That was some rock! Must've been kinda like my engagement ring.
I can't remember what I've blogged about already (not much) or what I've emailed to people, so don't be surprised if I repeat myself. All I can think of to blog about is stuff like food and shopping. But isn't that pretty much what I always blog about? And the Pastor is a complete and total laptop hog.
Totally and completely disappointed in the Rice place. Ewww. Ick. It's been the worst food experience, well, even my worst overall experience since I got here.
I have also been to a bake shop. Yippee for bake shops! I got a gingerbread man. Well, person. I'm not really sure of the gender of the cookie. It had orange eyes.
We have walked. We have ridden the bus. We have been to the library. The Pastor had a couple of meetings about his doctoral dissertation.
We were working at the library and I told the Pastor I did not understand his mad method, his serial killer approach, the way he works. He said it was not like a serial killer, a serial killer is deliberate. He is not. But that's nice to be with someone who is so full of surprises.
I did get to have proper English Tea! I had tea time! Tea with milk and sugar. It was pretty cheap too - 95 pence. So not even one pound. And they brought it out in a little pitcher with a cup and saucer.
It is difficult to spot an overweight person here. From what I can tell, portion sizes seem to be much, much smaller, which is the reason that my caffeine consumption has been drastically reduced. One of our meals came with "fizzy drinks", Coca Cola. The size of the drink was probably equivalent, if not even a bit smaller, to kiddie size drinks back home. And you do NOT get refills.
Today we didn't really spend any money, except I got coffee. I had schlepped some pre-packaged, microwavable noodle bowls and energy bars with me, so we munched on energy bars during the day and had the noodles for dinner. Yesterday, we just had dinner, and I hate to say we "just had dinner", because it was totally worth just having dinner. Our first course was brie and some kind of little, funky salad. Then the Pastor had chicken served on top of mashed potatoes. I had a bread pudding with with walnuts and celery. It was a fabulous meal, and I'm pretty sure that about 4 sticks of real butter was used in the preparation which is why it was so delish and such a good thing that we had only eaten once.
A man at the coffee shop calls me "my love". He says "yes my love", "what will you have, my love", "goodbye my love".
Last night, the Pastor and I were sitting across from one another, gazing into each other's misty eyes, smiling. So the Pastor started to speak. What would my love say? I, for one, was thinking about how much I love him and how romantic this was and how this is our honeymoon. He looked into my eyes and said, "I'm thinking of buying a skateboard."
We are staying in a "cottage." Isn't that romantic? It's somewhat akin to "Harry Potter's cupboard underneath the stairs", except I'm pretty sure Harry and the Owl had more space.
I found this place called "Primark". It was fairly cheap for clothes, and was a total madhouse. People were ripping things off the racks faster than they could re-stock. I bought another long peasant skirt, two tanks and an Indian caftan looking thing. Oh, and I tried on shoes. None fit, apparently British woman have fat feet.
The Pastor and I are traveling by train this weekend to go to London.
Have taken tons of photos, and will bombard you later.
England generalities and stereotypes
1. People park their cars half-way on the sidewalk and half-way in the street. What's up with that?
2. Everyone has those car locks you put on your steering wheel.
3. You say "hallow" and not "hello".
4. People drink liquor very early in the day. But not the Pastor, nor his wife.
5. People keep their cars very, very clean.
6. Everyone leaves the curtain to their flat open, so you can see in their flat, all the way through. But no matter what time of day, you never see any people inside.
7. No one is the least bit interested that you are American.
8. There are second hand stores everywhere.
My favorite thing that I have eaten here... how sad is this??? is when we went to the Tesco grocery store and the geniuses there have an olive bar! About 8 different kinds! I chose the green olives and black olives with squares of feta cheese.
don't drink the water
I always carry around and drink out of my plastic Starbucks bottle. We were leaving the other day and I explained to the Pastor that I couldn't get water out of the bathroom sink, I had to walk over to the kitchen, which is on the other side of campus, and fill it up out of my kitchen sink. And the Pastor thinks I am obsessive-compulsive just because of that.
We have been for Indian/ethnic type food several times. When you sit down, they bring you padamoms? which are like giant, tortilla shaped bugle potato chips, without the salt. Crispy and fun to munch. They bring out a dish of onions which look like they have some kind of red dye on them, as opposed to real red onions, and about 4 different kinds of dips/sauces which I could care less about. So we did this a few times and the last time they brought us the padamoms, the pastor got really peeved. He said did you order these? And I said nope. He seemed to get really upset that they brought us these snacks, he just wanted his sandwich. I didn't know they apparently charge you for this stuff. I had no idea!
As much as I talk about food and food related stuff, maybe I could get a job as a food critic?
Cheers.
p.s. Oh, and someone posted a comment that said "perhaps you should think about who is reading your blog..." Just to let you know, I never think about who is reading my blog. This is a completely self-centered, narcistic thing that I do.
As I type, I am helping the Pastor translate something from Hebrew. Apparently, in Judges 9, Abimelech killed 70 men with one stone. That was some rock! Must've been kinda like my engagement ring.
I can't remember what I've blogged about already (not much) or what I've emailed to people, so don't be surprised if I repeat myself. All I can think of to blog about is stuff like food and shopping. But isn't that pretty much what I always blog about? And the Pastor is a complete and total laptop hog.
Totally and completely disappointed in the Rice place. Ewww. Ick. It's been the worst food experience, well, even my worst overall experience since I got here.
I have also been to a bake shop. Yippee for bake shops! I got a gingerbread man. Well, person. I'm not really sure of the gender of the cookie. It had orange eyes.
We have walked. We have ridden the bus. We have been to the library. The Pastor had a couple of meetings about his doctoral dissertation.
We were working at the library and I told the Pastor I did not understand his mad method, his serial killer approach, the way he works. He said it was not like a serial killer, a serial killer is deliberate. He is not. But that's nice to be with someone who is so full of surprises.
I did get to have proper English Tea! I had tea time! Tea with milk and sugar. It was pretty cheap too - 95 pence. So not even one pound. And they brought it out in a little pitcher with a cup and saucer.
It is difficult to spot an overweight person here. From what I can tell, portion sizes seem to be much, much smaller, which is the reason that my caffeine consumption has been drastically reduced. One of our meals came with "fizzy drinks", Coca Cola. The size of the drink was probably equivalent, if not even a bit smaller, to kiddie size drinks back home. And you do NOT get refills.
Today we didn't really spend any money, except I got coffee. I had schlepped some pre-packaged, microwavable noodle bowls and energy bars with me, so we munched on energy bars during the day and had the noodles for dinner. Yesterday, we just had dinner, and I hate to say we "just had dinner", because it was totally worth just having dinner. Our first course was brie and some kind of little, funky salad. Then the Pastor had chicken served on top of mashed potatoes. I had a bread pudding with with walnuts and celery. It was a fabulous meal, and I'm pretty sure that about 4 sticks of real butter was used in the preparation which is why it was so delish and such a good thing that we had only eaten once.
A man at the coffee shop calls me "my love". He says "yes my love", "what will you have, my love", "goodbye my love".
Last night, the Pastor and I were sitting across from one another, gazing into each other's misty eyes, smiling. So the Pastor started to speak. What would my love say? I, for one, was thinking about how much I love him and how romantic this was and how this is our honeymoon. He looked into my eyes and said, "I'm thinking of buying a skateboard."
We are staying in a "cottage." Isn't that romantic? It's somewhat akin to "Harry Potter's cupboard underneath the stairs", except I'm pretty sure Harry and the Owl had more space.
I found this place called "Primark". It was fairly cheap for clothes, and was a total madhouse. People were ripping things off the racks faster than they could re-stock. I bought another long peasant skirt, two tanks and an Indian caftan looking thing. Oh, and I tried on shoes. None fit, apparently British woman have fat feet.
The Pastor and I are traveling by train this weekend to go to London.
Have taken tons of photos, and will bombard you later.
England generalities and stereotypes
1. People park their cars half-way on the sidewalk and half-way in the street. What's up with that?
2. Everyone has those car locks you put on your steering wheel.
3. You say "hallow" and not "hello".
4. People drink liquor very early in the day. But not the Pastor, nor his wife.
5. People keep their cars very, very clean.
6. Everyone leaves the curtain to their flat open, so you can see in their flat, all the way through. But no matter what time of day, you never see any people inside.
7. No one is the least bit interested that you are American.
8. There are second hand stores everywhere.
My favorite thing that I have eaten here... how sad is this??? is when we went to the Tesco grocery store and the geniuses there have an olive bar! About 8 different kinds! I chose the green olives and black olives with squares of feta cheese.
don't drink the water
I always carry around and drink out of my plastic Starbucks bottle. We were leaving the other day and I explained to the Pastor that I couldn't get water out of the bathroom sink, I had to walk over to the kitchen, which is on the other side of campus, and fill it up out of my kitchen sink. And the Pastor thinks I am obsessive-compulsive just because of that.
We have been for Indian/ethnic type food several times. When you sit down, they bring you padamoms? which are like giant, tortilla shaped bugle potato chips, without the salt. Crispy and fun to munch. They bring out a dish of onions which look like they have some kind of red dye on them, as opposed to real red onions, and about 4 different kinds of dips/sauces which I could care less about. So we did this a few times and the last time they brought us the padamoms, the pastor got really peeved. He said did you order these? And I said nope. He seemed to get really upset that they brought us these snacks, he just wanted his sandwich. I didn't know they apparently charge you for this stuff. I had no idea!
As much as I talk about food and food related stuff, maybe I could get a job as a food critic?
Cheers.
p.s. Oh, and someone posted a comment that said "perhaps you should think about who is reading your blog..." Just to let you know, I never think about who is reading my blog. This is a completely self-centered, narcistic thing that I do.
6.05.2005
delightful day, dubious discoveries, double-decker busses, Mrs. Doubtfire and doubling derriaire
The Pastor just said I was psychopathic. I am afraid to go to sleep, because I am afraid that I won't be able to sleep. It's 12:15 a.m. here, and 6:15 p.m. at home.
Last night, we essentially went to bed at 7:00 p.m. I awoke at 9 a.m. I was so excited that I had slept through the night. I got up to take a shower. The Pastor said what are you doing. I said taking a shower. He said honey it is only 9:00 p.m.! We've only been asleep for 2 hours! So that just made me mad because I was wide awake and I had thought I had slept for a really long time. So I took some Tylenol p.m. - glory hallelujah for the Tylenol p.m. - and fell asleep and I guess the stuff worked because we slept so late!
Oh, by the way, I am in Manchester, England.
1. There was a screaming be be on the plane.
2. I slept on the plane, in spite of screaming be be, remember I had the Dramamine! I slept but it was not comfortable as I was in a space this big ( ).
3. The Pastor is so sweet. I was starved on the plane and wishing I had dinner. Thinking about what would be in the dinner that I could actually eat. About that time, a flight attendant swooped in with a tray and said "you requested a vegetarian meal, right?" It was the best airline food I had ever eaten - salad, fruit, a vegan cookie, a wheat roll and the main dish was a curry Indian dish. So he had requested a veggie meal when he booked my ticket. Total sweetheart.
As soon as I got off the plane yesterday, the Pastor made me walk around the city for about a bazillion hours. Then we went to the library for him to work on his doctoral dissertation and, shocker, I conked out.
more glorious things placed in a list format, for your reading enjoyment:
1. There is a restaurant here called Rice! Yes, one of my favorite things in the whole wide world. Basmati rice! All rice dishes, and bonus - they have coffee drinks too!
2. I thought I wouldn't eat much here, but there are bakeries. I found a place that has a chocolate croissant (how BRIDGET JONES is that?) and a cup of coffee for 2 pounds! Which is really like $4 American dollars, or 10 pounds on my bottom. I've managed to avoid the bake shops for 2 days. I tried to go to one this morning, but it was closed. : ( I did go to an Indian sweet shop tonight. Got a piece of candy and two tiny little pastry bites - much like a greek pastry, baklava-ish. It was pretty cheap, just over a pound.
3. I now know where Cyndi Lauper buys here clothing. Apparently, there is no such thing as too many layers and nothing has to match.
4. The food is so expensive here. We are trying to just eat one meal a day. Our lunch yesterday cost 14 pounds which is about $28 American dollars, and we just had sandwiches and fries. Today we ate Indian food which was 20 pounds or over $40 American dollars. The Pastor says every pound we spend on food is double that in American dollars, but I'm more concerned about every pound of food piling on my tushy.
While walking around yesterday, I had on a very long peasant skirt, to my ankles. I got my first British compliment by a little old lady, imagine Robin Williams in his character role as Mrs. Doubtfire saying "I love your skirt, your skirt is gorgeous". Not easy to navigate down the steps in a double-decker bus. The Pastor says I need to work on my "getting off the bus skills". The Pastor does not understand how hard it is to walk down curvy stairs in an ankle-length skirt 1. without advance warning and 2. quickly. There was this one time that he told me to "get off now" and I was trying to lift up my skirt and negotiate the stairs and but I was not quick enough and the driver took off , the bus lurched and I am pretty sure I showed everyone on the lower bus deck my pretty panties.
Today we went to Stockport. I'm think we may have broken some English laws when we scaled a concrete wall, navigated through some barbed wire and jumped a fence to visit a closed off church and cemetery. It was old - built in the early 1800's, but not nearly as old as the cathedral we visited yesterday which was built in the 1400's. There are all sorts of bodies buried at the churches, and the tombstones are all giant and have lots of inscriptions on them. Anyway, when we scaled the fence, etc. all that was left of this church was the front facade. Not sure if it was one of the buildings heavily damaged by air raids or what. It was funny though because even though the church was gone and just the front of the building remained, there was a giant padlock on the front door. The Pastor said there was probably still access to the steeple, that's why.
Here is what the Pastor is reading right now, as I click away on the keyboard:
"blah blah blah...Girard jests here about Hobbes' Englishness, and imagines the 'war of all against all' concluding with people sitting down and sorting their differences over a nice cup of tea. He accepts Hobbes' scenario of a universal strife but cannot go along with Hobbes' description of how this crisis comes to be resolved blah blah blah."
And for some reason, that statement is funny. He was chuckling aloud at this. This is the pillow-talk of a bible scholar. I'm going to bed.
Last night, we essentially went to bed at 7:00 p.m. I awoke at 9 a.m. I was so excited that I had slept through the night. I got up to take a shower. The Pastor said what are you doing. I said taking a shower. He said honey it is only 9:00 p.m.! We've only been asleep for 2 hours! So that just made me mad because I was wide awake and I had thought I had slept for a really long time. So I took some Tylenol p.m. - glory hallelujah for the Tylenol p.m. - and fell asleep and I guess the stuff worked because we slept so late!
Oh, by the way, I am in Manchester, England.
1. There was a screaming be be on the plane.
2. I slept on the plane, in spite of screaming be be, remember I had the Dramamine! I slept but it was not comfortable as I was in a space this big ( ).
3. The Pastor is so sweet. I was starved on the plane and wishing I had dinner. Thinking about what would be in the dinner that I could actually eat. About that time, a flight attendant swooped in with a tray and said "you requested a vegetarian meal, right?" It was the best airline food I had ever eaten - salad, fruit, a vegan cookie, a wheat roll and the main dish was a curry Indian dish. So he had requested a veggie meal when he booked my ticket. Total sweetheart.
As soon as I got off the plane yesterday, the Pastor made me walk around the city for about a bazillion hours. Then we went to the library for him to work on his doctoral dissertation and, shocker, I conked out.
more glorious things placed in a list format, for your reading enjoyment:
1. There is a restaurant here called Rice! Yes, one of my favorite things in the whole wide world. Basmati rice! All rice dishes, and bonus - they have coffee drinks too!
2. I thought I wouldn't eat much here, but there are bakeries. I found a place that has a chocolate croissant (how BRIDGET JONES is that?) and a cup of coffee for 2 pounds! Which is really like $4 American dollars, or 10 pounds on my bottom. I've managed to avoid the bake shops for 2 days. I tried to go to one this morning, but it was closed. : ( I did go to an Indian sweet shop tonight. Got a piece of candy and two tiny little pastry bites - much like a greek pastry, baklava-ish. It was pretty cheap, just over a pound.
3. I now know where Cyndi Lauper buys here clothing. Apparently, there is no such thing as too many layers and nothing has to match.
4. The food is so expensive here. We are trying to just eat one meal a day. Our lunch yesterday cost 14 pounds which is about $28 American dollars, and we just had sandwiches and fries. Today we ate Indian food which was 20 pounds or over $40 American dollars. The Pastor says every pound we spend on food is double that in American dollars, but I'm more concerned about every pound of food piling on my tushy.
While walking around yesterday, I had on a very long peasant skirt, to my ankles. I got my first British compliment by a little old lady, imagine Robin Williams in his character role as Mrs. Doubtfire saying "I love your skirt, your skirt is gorgeous". Not easy to navigate down the steps in a double-decker bus. The Pastor says I need to work on my "getting off the bus skills". The Pastor does not understand how hard it is to walk down curvy stairs in an ankle-length skirt 1. without advance warning and 2. quickly. There was this one time that he told me to "get off now" and I was trying to lift up my skirt and negotiate the stairs and but I was not quick enough and the driver took off , the bus lurched and I am pretty sure I showed everyone on the lower bus deck my pretty panties.
Today we went to Stockport. I'm think we may have broken some English laws when we scaled a concrete wall, navigated through some barbed wire and jumped a fence to visit a closed off church and cemetery. It was old - built in the early 1800's, but not nearly as old as the cathedral we visited yesterday which was built in the 1400's. There are all sorts of bodies buried at the churches, and the tombstones are all giant and have lots of inscriptions on them. Anyway, when we scaled the fence, etc. all that was left of this church was the front facade. Not sure if it was one of the buildings heavily damaged by air raids or what. It was funny though because even though the church was gone and just the front of the building remained, there was a giant padlock on the front door. The Pastor said there was probably still access to the steeple, that's why.
Here is what the Pastor is reading right now, as I click away on the keyboard:
"blah blah blah...Girard jests here about Hobbes' Englishness, and imagines the 'war of all against all' concluding with people sitting down and sorting their differences over a nice cup of tea. He accepts Hobbes' scenario of a universal strife but cannot go along with Hobbes' description of how this crisis comes to be resolved blah blah blah."
And for some reason, that statement is funny. He was chuckling aloud at this. This is the pillow-talk of a bible scholar. I'm going to bed.
6.04.2005
save the drama for your mamma
Totally stressed on Thursday night.
Why? Went to eat at On the Border with Nate-dog. There was bigbrat2005 in there screaming away! Clueless parents were doing nothing. Maybe they were completely frazzled and desperately needed to eat a delicious mexican meal, but ruin our meals too? And mind you, this was NOT an infant but a toddler, well within an age suitable for beating. I may not be the best Mom in the world, but if there was anything I ever taught my kid, anything, it was how to eat in a restaurant! They may ask you not to come back! Parents finally took the screamer out. Brought him back a few minutes later and he started up again. So left restaurant feeling completely frazzled.
Then went to bookstore and I swear this hellion's evil twin was there! Is the world being overthrown? In my opinion people should be quiet in bookstores! Library whisper voices!
1. Pastor must miss me. I am not in trouble for buying dress.
2. Dad took Nate to see Star Wars again. That makes 3 times.
3. Sitting in Newark airport. As far as airports go, I give it an ehhhhhhh. I've seen better, I've seen worse. Was tempted but passed on Swatch at Swatch store.
4. Rude person at airport trying to decide on ring tone for cell phone! Some things are meant for the privacy of your own home!
5. Did not feel good on 1st flight. Felt air sick. That is not like me. I could not even drink delicious coffee! I am an excellent traveler. Was not going to eat, but felt so woozy got off plane and noshed on spring mix salad with feta cheese. Yum! I was going to take Tylenol pm on flight to Manchester and try to sleep through it, but have scored some Dramamine. That should do the trick. And who can resist anything with the word drama in it.
Why? Went to eat at On the Border with Nate-dog. There was bigbrat2005 in there screaming away! Clueless parents were doing nothing. Maybe they were completely frazzled and desperately needed to eat a delicious mexican meal, but ruin our meals too? And mind you, this was NOT an infant but a toddler, well within an age suitable for beating. I may not be the best Mom in the world, but if there was anything I ever taught my kid, anything, it was how to eat in a restaurant! They may ask you not to come back! Parents finally took the screamer out. Brought him back a few minutes later and he started up again. So left restaurant feeling completely frazzled.
Then went to bookstore and I swear this hellion's evil twin was there! Is the world being overthrown? In my opinion people should be quiet in bookstores! Library whisper voices!
1. Pastor must miss me. I am not in trouble for buying dress.
2. Dad took Nate to see Star Wars again. That makes 3 times.
3. Sitting in Newark airport. As far as airports go, I give it an ehhhhhhh. I've seen better, I've seen worse. Was tempted but passed on Swatch at Swatch store.
4. Rude person at airport trying to decide on ring tone for cell phone! Some things are meant for the privacy of your own home!
5. Did not feel good on 1st flight. Felt air sick. That is not like me. I could not even drink delicious coffee! I am an excellent traveler. Was not going to eat, but felt so woozy got off plane and noshed on spring mix salad with feta cheese. Yum! I was going to take Tylenol pm on flight to Manchester and try to sleep through it, but have scored some Dramamine. That should do the trick. And who can resist anything with the word drama in it.
6.02.2005
thou shalt not covet a really cute coral dress, get thee behind me Satan!, adult Happy Meals and off to the land of the Spice Girls
pre-story... hang with me here for a minute people!
The Pastor and I went to a wedding last week. There was a totally cute girl there... cute and a great dancer! She had on the most adorable dress. I had complete dress envy, which I'm pretty sure is in violation of one of the ten commandments? Anyway, adorable dress.
And that brings us to the present day. When the Pastor was in Jerusalem, he brought me back all these really cool scarves and shawls. And everyone knows what happens when you have accessories. You have to have something to wear the accessories with!
I go to the mall today to get my make-up, because it's gift with purchase! That will be a whole other story in just a few. At the mall I think I'll poke around for a simple, cheap black dress, and then I can wear all my scarves and shawls. That's the plan. Sounds innocent enough, right? I thought so too. I go into Express, and there is the dress from the wedding!!! Was $168.00! On sale for $39.50! So you see, I had to do it. One could say the devil made me do it, but we're not allowed to talk like that in front of the Pastor. That is a non-approved phrase. And I'm sure the Pastor would want me to have that dress. Older daughter and younger daughter about drove me insane at the wedding (kids + candy buffet at reception + high sugar content punch + lack of sleep = not so much a good idea) so the Pastor would want me to have a fond memory of the occasion, wouldn't he?
toy included, food optional
OK, now the make-up story. It's gift-with-purchase time. And that IS like the grown up female version of a Happy Meal. Who needs to eat anyway?
now tell me whatcha want, what you really really want...
Off to Manchester, England tomorrow. Will be in transit 15 hours, so maybe there will an airport story or two. Don't worry, I'll still be bloggerific while I'm gone.
The Pastor and I went to a wedding last week. There was a totally cute girl there... cute and a great dancer! She had on the most adorable dress. I had complete dress envy, which I'm pretty sure is in violation of one of the ten commandments? Anyway, adorable dress.
And that brings us to the present day. When the Pastor was in Jerusalem, he brought me back all these really cool scarves and shawls. And everyone knows what happens when you have accessories. You have to have something to wear the accessories with!
I go to the mall today to get my make-up, because it's gift with purchase! That will be a whole other story in just a few. At the mall I think I'll poke around for a simple, cheap black dress, and then I can wear all my scarves and shawls. That's the plan. Sounds innocent enough, right? I thought so too. I go into Express, and there is the dress from the wedding!!! Was $168.00! On sale for $39.50! So you see, I had to do it. One could say the devil made me do it, but we're not allowed to talk like that in front of the Pastor. That is a non-approved phrase. And I'm sure the Pastor would want me to have that dress. Older daughter and younger daughter about drove me insane at the wedding (kids + candy buffet at reception + high sugar content punch + lack of sleep = not so much a good idea) so the Pastor would want me to have a fond memory of the occasion, wouldn't he?
toy included, food optional
OK, now the make-up story. It's gift-with-purchase time. And that IS like the grown up female version of a Happy Meal. Who needs to eat anyway?
now tell me whatcha want, what you really really want...
Off to Manchester, England tomorrow. Will be in transit 15 hours, so maybe there will an airport story or two. Don't worry, I'll still be bloggerific while I'm gone.
Just in case you need a hand model...
Mom is babysitting my big diamond ring while I am in Europe. I told her it's not like babysitting my former poodle though - she HAS to give me the ring back!
a little bling bling on my fing fing...
Pretty nails.The nail techs were all excited about me going on my "honeymoon", so they painted flowers on my fingers too.
keep on smurfin'
Yet another successful use of the "rotate" button! The Pastor let me touch his Smurf collection. The shirt says "the best things in life are me!"
here's the church, here's the steeple...
Look! I fixed it! Apparently you just hit the rotate button! First official outing as "Pastor's Wife"!
5.31.2005
slightly stripper-esque qualities of six year old step daughter and her story-tellin' sistah
slightly stripper-esque qualities of six year old step daughter
1. She has this little shake-your-pa-changa dance that just makes you stand back and wonder where in the name of all that is holy and good did THAT come from???
2. She is, after all, a preacher's kid.
3. She likes motorcycles.
4. She likes makeup.
5. She likes taking her clothes off and streaking through the house.
6. Her name is Kylie. Isn't that the modern day equivalent of Amber or Tiffany or Heather?
7. She's blonde.
8. She's a total airhead.
9. She likes my pretty panties.
10. She especially likes my pretty panties that are hot pink and have a little lock and key dangling from a satin ribbon on them.
11. Penchant for applying body glitter all over body, especially on her face.
12. The... uhhh... how shall I put this sluttier I dress, the prettier she tells me I look.
13. She likes hoochie-momma heels. She convinced the Pastor to buy her some of those clear plastic shoes, and we all know the only people who wear those.
Her sister, on the other hand, lied to me for no reason whatsoever yesterday. Twice. If you are going to lie, then at least have a really good reason people! Ugh. Here's how one of the liar liar pants on fire stories went. She was playing outside with various and sundry neighborhood children. The Pastor was at the office. I was inside. She comes inside and I'm just making conversation. I say hey punkin, whatcha doin? She says oh I just came in to get something. So I say whatcha need? Oh, I forgot. OK.
She goes into her room. I'm in the hall and can kinda sorta see her rummaging around. She discretely puts something in one of her hands. She comes out of bedroom. I said what did ya get? She has a package of Skittles in her hand. She looks down and says, as though she is completely and totally surprised at the object in her hand, wow! I totally grabbed the wrong thing! She goes back into her room, puts the Skittles down and grabs the next available object which happens to be a stuffed bear.
Mind you, I did not tell her she could not have any Skittles, did not render any sort of opinion on the Skittles. This has been the entire exchange.
She walks out of bedroom, tells me she meant to get the bear, and goes back outside. I stand by the front door and I can completely hear all the kids outside. She tells the other kids welllll I went to get my Skittles, but Robyn was watching me the whole time!
Arrrrrgh!!! She lied to me one other time this past weekend, but it wasn't nearly as interesting so I haven't blathered on about it.
So, older daughter has a slight truth telling problem, and younger daughter is exhibiting qualities of an exotic dancer. They make a fine pair. I think I have my work cut out for me.
1. She has this little shake-your-pa-changa dance that just makes you stand back and wonder where in the name of all that is holy and good did THAT come from???
2. She is, after all, a preacher's kid.
3. She likes motorcycles.
4. She likes makeup.
5. She likes taking her clothes off and streaking through the house.
6. Her name is Kylie. Isn't that the modern day equivalent of Amber or Tiffany or Heather?
7. She's blonde.
8. She's a total airhead.
9. She likes my pretty panties.
10. She especially likes my pretty panties that are hot pink and have a little lock and key dangling from a satin ribbon on them.
11. Penchant for applying body glitter all over body, especially on her face.
12. The... uhhh... how shall I put this sluttier I dress, the prettier she tells me I look.
13. She likes hoochie-momma heels. She convinced the Pastor to buy her some of those clear plastic shoes, and we all know the only people who wear those.
Her sister, on the other hand, lied to me for no reason whatsoever yesterday. Twice. If you are going to lie, then at least have a really good reason people! Ugh. Here's how one of the liar liar pants on fire stories went. She was playing outside with various and sundry neighborhood children. The Pastor was at the office. I was inside. She comes inside and I'm just making conversation. I say hey punkin, whatcha doin? She says oh I just came in to get something. So I say whatcha need? Oh, I forgot. OK.
She goes into her room. I'm in the hall and can kinda sorta see her rummaging around. She discretely puts something in one of her hands. She comes out of bedroom. I said what did ya get? She has a package of Skittles in her hand. She looks down and says, as though she is completely and totally surprised at the object in her hand, wow! I totally grabbed the wrong thing! She goes back into her room, puts the Skittles down and grabs the next available object which happens to be a stuffed bear.
Mind you, I did not tell her she could not have any Skittles, did not render any sort of opinion on the Skittles. This has been the entire exchange.
She walks out of bedroom, tells me she meant to get the bear, and goes back outside. I stand by the front door and I can completely hear all the kids outside. She tells the other kids welllll I went to get my Skittles, but Robyn was watching me the whole time!
Arrrrrgh!!! She lied to me one other time this past weekend, but it wasn't nearly as interesting so I haven't blathered on about it.
So, older daughter has a slight truth telling problem, and younger daughter is exhibiting qualities of an exotic dancer. They make a fine pair. I think I have my work cut out for me.
pink luggage, pouting, the pastor pays and one p.o.'d pontificate
The Pastor leaves for England tomorrow. I leave on Friday. The Pastor bought me pink very barbie looking luggage.
This Sunday was my first official Sunday as Mrs. Pastor. The Pastor guest preached at a church this Sunday. The music director prayed a special prayer for the special Pastor, but nobody said anything about the Pastor's wife.
The Pastor acted like he didn't know what he was going to preach about right before he went up on stage. He whispered in my ear "should I preach from Matthew or Mark"? I picked Matthew. Then he told me he was just kidding. Then I told him well that's too bad because God just divinely spoke Matthew to me.
The Pastor's sermon was about Herod and the Magi. Herod thinks he is a *star* but the Magi come to see the big J-man and it ticks Herod off. Kinda like me. I think I am the *star* but the people at the church came to see the Pastor. But I didn't get all huffy about it like Herod.
I don't know who dictated that all churches should be decorated as though it is 1985 and mauve is the only color which can be used. I think we have already established how much I like shades of pink, but geez! You'd think if everyone can agree on ugly church decor we could agree on Jesus stuff too.
me working vs. me not working
The Pastor has pointed out to me that he pays for everything anyway. Except for that one time at Ted's Escondido Mexican Restaurant when I was being very dramatic and told Tommy the Waiter I wanted my own separate check.
I swear if people don't stop putting dirty dishes in both sides of the sink I will freak out.
how do I love thee... let me count the ways...
I love the Pastor because
1. He wears boxer-briefs.
2. He has nice hands, feet and nail beds. Never underestimate the power of nice nail beds!
3. Great kisser.
4. His sexy bald head.
5. He's a total absent minded professor.
6. He bought me a big diamond ring.
7. He cleans my big diamond ring so it will be sparkly.
8. He writes me a note in the driveway with sidewalk chalk that makes me smile when I try to pull in the driveway but can't because there are bikes and scooters and small people everywhere.
9. Duh, the pink luggage.
10. When I try to get out of bed in the morning he throws his leg over me and won't let me.
11. He is so sick and twisted, that since he now knows the dirty dishes in both sides of the sink thing gets to me, he'll do it on purpose.
This Sunday was my first official Sunday as Mrs. Pastor. The Pastor guest preached at a church this Sunday. The music director prayed a special prayer for the special Pastor, but nobody said anything about the Pastor's wife.
The Pastor acted like he didn't know what he was going to preach about right before he went up on stage. He whispered in my ear "should I preach from Matthew or Mark"? I picked Matthew. Then he told me he was just kidding. Then I told him well that's too bad because God just divinely spoke Matthew to me.
The Pastor's sermon was about Herod and the Magi. Herod thinks he is a *star* but the Magi come to see the big J-man and it ticks Herod off. Kinda like me. I think I am the *star* but the people at the church came to see the Pastor. But I didn't get all huffy about it like Herod.
I don't know who dictated that all churches should be decorated as though it is 1985 and mauve is the only color which can be used. I think we have already established how much I like shades of pink, but geez! You'd think if everyone can agree on ugly church decor we could agree on Jesus stuff too.
me working vs. me not working
The Pastor has pointed out to me that he pays for everything anyway. Except for that one time at Ted's Escondido Mexican Restaurant when I was being very dramatic and told Tommy the Waiter I wanted my own separate check.
I swear if people don't stop putting dirty dishes in both sides of the sink I will freak out.
how do I love thee... let me count the ways...
I love the Pastor because
1. He wears boxer-briefs.
2. He has nice hands, feet and nail beds. Never underestimate the power of nice nail beds!
3. Great kisser.
4. His sexy bald head.
5. He's a total absent minded professor.
6. He bought me a big diamond ring.
7. He cleans my big diamond ring so it will be sparkly.
8. He writes me a note in the driveway with sidewalk chalk that makes me smile when I try to pull in the driveway but can't because there are bikes and scooters and small people everywhere.
9. Duh, the pink luggage.
10. When I try to get out of bed in the morning he throws his leg over me and won't let me.
11. He is so sick and twisted, that since he now knows the dirty dishes in both sides of the sink thing gets to me, he'll do it on purpose.
the ultimate commitment
I knew he loved me when he bought me the big diamond ring. I knew he loved me when he put all my stuff in his garage. I knew he loved me when he let me drive the Mustang. But this is the sum total of all commitments - combining cell phone plans. He had to "assume responsibility" for me. We had a little ceremony right there at the T-Mobile store. It's funny how the Pastor gets all the responsibility and has to pay all the money, and I just sit around and look cute. Oh, by the way, I have on the free t-shirt that came with my Britney Spears perfume.
but I can't drive a stick...
Me and younger daughter & older daughter. I'm in the driver's seat of the 1951 Chevy Truck.
5.28.2005
Nazarene night out
Me & the Pastor on our nice Nazarene night out. Dig my shawl! (I told the Pastor it looks like I have cleavage. He said "I'm glad you think so sweetie"!)
neither approved nor disapproved by the Nazarene church night out
Me & the Pastor at the Paseo Arts Festival. No red eye in the photo! Wow!
pretty in the face
It's Saturday, but remember - I am busy, important career woman and had to come to the office. I reluctantly left the sleepy Pastor at home in bed. He looked so cute, sleeping on his back in the middle of the bed on our pink Target bedding. His sweet little bald head. My small child and younger daughter were awake. I threatened them within an inch of their lives to not wake up the sleeping Pastor. He has a sermon to preach tomorrow people! He must be well-rested to deliver the word of God! Then, before I came to office I went to Clark's Pastry Shop and loaded up on donut holes and pink horsey cookies for the kiddos and a maple long john for my beloved. Isn't that nice of me to tell the kiddos to not wake the Pastor up yet simultaneously load them up with sugar? But kiddos must have donuts and horsey cookies from Clark's Pastry Shop on Saturday morning.
You never know what exciting things the Pastor and his bride will do on a Friday night. Last night, we went to eat Korean food with the Pastor's work colleagues so he could tell them about his trip to the Holy Land. That's all very fascinating, but I know what you are really thinking. What did you wear, Robyn? I wore a bright pink strapless lace shirt, with a little bow right under where my boobies would be if I had any boobies. White eyelet skirt. Black strappy shoes. Big hair. This really cool pink crocheted shawl the Pastor brought me back from Jerusalem (the tag said made in China, that was funny). I probably didn't look very Nazarene Pastor wife-ish.
outfit of the day
I promised Nate the Great I would wake him up at 7:20 this morning before I went to office. Yes, he asked me to wake him up at exactly 7:20. The reason: he claims he is a morning person. That made me giggle because if he was really a morning person, he wouldn't need Mommy to wake his little hiney up. Anyways, I got Nate up and he told me I looked pretty. I said sweety! I am just wearing my black capri track pants and my "marry rich" shirt (btw, the Pastor hates this shirt) and have my hair in a very cute and fashionable ponytail and just have a clean, scrubbed make-up free face! He said you look pretty in the face mommy. What a sweet kid. Of course, he had just rolled out of bed and still had the sleep in his eyes and no glasses on, but if he wants to say that I'm pretty in the face then that's what we're going with.
We have another Nazarene outing tonight. I haven't decided what to wear yet. I know you will be anxiously awaiting for my next post.
You never know what exciting things the Pastor and his bride will do on a Friday night. Last night, we went to eat Korean food with the Pastor's work colleagues so he could tell them about his trip to the Holy Land. That's all very fascinating, but I know what you are really thinking. What did you wear, Robyn? I wore a bright pink strapless lace shirt, with a little bow right under where my boobies would be if I had any boobies. White eyelet skirt. Black strappy shoes. Big hair. This really cool pink crocheted shawl the Pastor brought me back from Jerusalem (the tag said made in China, that was funny). I probably didn't look very Nazarene Pastor wife-ish.
outfit of the day
I promised Nate the Great I would wake him up at 7:20 this morning before I went to office. Yes, he asked me to wake him up at exactly 7:20. The reason: he claims he is a morning person. That made me giggle because if he was really a morning person, he wouldn't need Mommy to wake his little hiney up. Anyways, I got Nate up and he told me I looked pretty. I said sweety! I am just wearing my black capri track pants and my "marry rich" shirt (btw, the Pastor hates this shirt) and have my hair in a very cute and fashionable ponytail and just have a clean, scrubbed make-up free face! He said you look pretty in the face mommy. What a sweet kid. Of course, he had just rolled out of bed and still had the sleep in his eyes and no glasses on, but if he wants to say that I'm pretty in the face then that's what we're going with.
We have another Nazarene outing tonight. I haven't decided what to wear yet. I know you will be anxiously awaiting for my next post.
5.27.2005
will work for marabou slippers
The Pastor has opined that I should quit my job. That is both intoxicating and frightening.
1. I've never had that opportunity before.
2. At times like these, one must consult higher spiritual powers. What would Bridget Jones do? Where is my bible (Bridget Jones Guide to Life)? What would Carrie Bradshaw do? Bridget would quit her job in a second if Mark Darcy wanted her to. And he would love her even if she were not employed, because he loves her even when she's fat. Carrie would be completely perplexed, so she would spend the day shoe shopping to mull things over. Carrie would also go drink some Cosmos, but alas, I am a nice Pastor's wife and unable to do so.
3. The Pastor brought this up a wee bit early this morning. So,
a. I'm not sure I can hold him accountable for conversations that occur so early in the morning and
b. One should never have serious conversations before coffee. I have just a pounding, massive headache now and that is not a good way to plod through the day.
4. On the way to work, hovering over my office, was a hot air balloon. Was that some sort of sign? What does it mean? If I didn't have this job, I wouldn't have seen the hot air balloon. Seeing the hot air balloon made me happy and made me smile. I thought about the people floating around in the balloon on this lovely May day. However, spending an extra hour in bed with the Pastor would have made me happier this morning.
5. I make a lot of money. I am a busy and important career woman. Is that how I define myself? Is that where I draw my security from? I fear that is what I have grown accustomed to. Is that what I should be doing? It scares me to stay, it scares me to leave.
6. How do people who don't work buy cute clothes? And purses and bracelets and makeup and thongs?
7. If I didn't work, would I still wear skirts? Absolutely.
8. I've never left a job without having another gig lined up. Well, I guess I technically would have another gig lined up. Working for the Pastor.
9. I could totally understand quitting if I had little bitty kiddos, but I don't have little bitty kiddos. I don't even have little bitty poodle puppies. Would I go stir crazy if I didn't work a normal "job"? But I would have a husband to take care of, and that could totally be a job in and of itself. A fun job.
10. Do you think someone would pay me to blog? That would be really cool.
11. It would be easy for me to find something else, because it's always easier for attractive people to find work.
12. Would I automatically turn into one of those fat mommies who roll out of bed and drive their kids to school with no shower and no makeup wearing fuzzy slippers and pajama bottoms? No, I would shower and put on makeup and at least my marabou fur trimmed heels I bought at Frederick's of Hollywood.
13. I could get job in Customer Service Department at Wal Mart. Then, even when I worked, I would still get to see the Pastor.
1. I've never had that opportunity before.
2. At times like these, one must consult higher spiritual powers. What would Bridget Jones do? Where is my bible (Bridget Jones Guide to Life)? What would Carrie Bradshaw do? Bridget would quit her job in a second if Mark Darcy wanted her to. And he would love her even if she were not employed, because he loves her even when she's fat. Carrie would be completely perplexed, so she would spend the day shoe shopping to mull things over. Carrie would also go drink some Cosmos, but alas, I am a nice Pastor's wife and unable to do so.
3. The Pastor brought this up a wee bit early this morning. So,
a. I'm not sure I can hold him accountable for conversations that occur so early in the morning and
b. One should never have serious conversations before coffee. I have just a pounding, massive headache now and that is not a good way to plod through the day.
4. On the way to work, hovering over my office, was a hot air balloon. Was that some sort of sign? What does it mean? If I didn't have this job, I wouldn't have seen the hot air balloon. Seeing the hot air balloon made me happy and made me smile. I thought about the people floating around in the balloon on this lovely May day. However, spending an extra hour in bed with the Pastor would have made me happier this morning.
5. I make a lot of money. I am a busy and important career woman. Is that how I define myself? Is that where I draw my security from? I fear that is what I have grown accustomed to. Is that what I should be doing? It scares me to stay, it scares me to leave.
6. How do people who don't work buy cute clothes? And purses and bracelets and makeup and thongs?
7. If I didn't work, would I still wear skirts? Absolutely.
8. I've never left a job without having another gig lined up. Well, I guess I technically would have another gig lined up. Working for the Pastor.
9. I could totally understand quitting if I had little bitty kiddos, but I don't have little bitty kiddos. I don't even have little bitty poodle puppies. Would I go stir crazy if I didn't work a normal "job"? But I would have a husband to take care of, and that could totally be a job in and of itself. A fun job.
10. Do you think someone would pay me to blog? That would be really cool.
11. It would be easy for me to find something else, because it's always easier for attractive people to find work.
12. Would I automatically turn into one of those fat mommies who roll out of bed and drive their kids to school with no shower and no makeup wearing fuzzy slippers and pajama bottoms? No, I would shower and put on makeup and at least my marabou fur trimmed heels I bought at Frederick's of Hollywood.
13. I could get job in Customer Service Department at Wal Mart. Then, even when I worked, I would still get to see the Pastor.
5.25.2005
bling bling, much anticipated dry cleaner update and the infamous cinnamon roll incident
The Pastor and I were talking. Apparently, I am learning that is something married couples actually do. I know! anyway, the Pastor said the best pre-trip investment he had made was buying a new pair of sunglasses. I said I thought *I* was the best pre-trip investment you had made!!! The Pastor said I wasn't so much an investment as a very pricey luxury item.
But then he said I am like the accessory of his life. His bling.
I tried a new dry cleaner. I can never go back there. It's not like they didn't do a good job or were too expensive or did not provide good service. It's just that they hung all my clothes on the hangers facing the wrong direction. Everyone knows if you were facing the buttons that the hook of the hanger is on the left side. Duh!
I haven't felt much like blogging this week. You'd think there would be all sorts of blog fodder, being a newlywed and having three kids and all. But people, a lot of this stuff just. isn't. funny.
There's a lot of adjustment to living with a whole bunch of people. People who handle things much differently than you handle things. The Pastor apparently buys things and takes them back. Once I make a decision to purchase something, it's a permanent decision. There's no going back. Plus as much as I hate places like Wal Mart, I'm not going to buy something there with the thought that I might actually have to go back a 2nd time and wait in the return line which I imagine if there is a purgatory, it would be much like the customer service/return department at Wal Mart. And with being a newlywed and all, the whole concept of returning something makes me very uneasy. Does the Pastor think he can take me back too? Needless to say, just to be on the safe side, I'm not going to take my big diamond ring off my finger.
This is really the only week we have together as a family until the end of July. Ugh! I worked so hard to get the house ready for the Pastor to come home, perhaps I'm feeling a bit of a let down that I worked so hard on something and now it's over and I worked so hard on the house and now there's all these people there who insist on putting dirty dishes on both sides of the sink and leave stuff all over my nice clean flat surfaces. Shoes everywhere! And the Pastor may be just a teensy bit grumpy, jet lagged, stressed that he is only home for a week? I dunno. And I've been completely over the top sensitive. Then the Pastor is walking around saying things like what happened to the family room, why is this room such a pit? or how much money is in your checking account??? So needless to say, between the Pastor's jet-lagedness and my over-sensitivity, it's been an interesting week.
Then there was the infamous cinnamon roll incident of 2005. We went to a food trough last night and younger daughter got this cinnamon roll. She asked her daddy to cut it up. Pahhhlease! The thing was soft, doughy bread! So I said "Younger daughter, you are a big girl. You can cut up your own cinnamon roll. Do you know how? " She didn't, so I showed her how. She did it for like two seconds, leaned over to daddy Pastor and whispered in his ear. The next thing I know, the Pastor is cutting up her cinnamon roll. I tried to explain to Pastor that I had just told her to cut her own cinnamon roll ! ! ! , but much like every other thing I've tried to express this week, I guess the words just didn't come out right. Oh well. Anyway, he cut up her cinnamon roll and it irritated me.
Then there was this whole other incident where the Pastor made a suggestion as to how I might handle a situation with my small child, and that one didn't turn out so well either but the theme of this blog is really about how fabulous and perfect I am so I won't go on and on with that whole story.
But then he said I am like the accessory of his life. His bling.
I tried a new dry cleaner. I can never go back there. It's not like they didn't do a good job or were too expensive or did not provide good service. It's just that they hung all my clothes on the hangers facing the wrong direction. Everyone knows if you were facing the buttons that the hook of the hanger is on the left side. Duh!
I haven't felt much like blogging this week. You'd think there would be all sorts of blog fodder, being a newlywed and having three kids and all. But people, a lot of this stuff just. isn't. funny.
There's a lot of adjustment to living with a whole bunch of people. People who handle things much differently than you handle things. The Pastor apparently buys things and takes them back. Once I make a decision to purchase something, it's a permanent decision. There's no going back. Plus as much as I hate places like Wal Mart, I'm not going to buy something there with the thought that I might actually have to go back a 2nd time and wait in the return line which I imagine if there is a purgatory, it would be much like the customer service/return department at Wal Mart. And with being a newlywed and all, the whole concept of returning something makes me very uneasy. Does the Pastor think he can take me back too? Needless to say, just to be on the safe side, I'm not going to take my big diamond ring off my finger.
This is really the only week we have together as a family until the end of July. Ugh! I worked so hard to get the house ready for the Pastor to come home, perhaps I'm feeling a bit of a let down that I worked so hard on something and now it's over and I worked so hard on the house and now there's all these people there who insist on putting dirty dishes on both sides of the sink and leave stuff all over my nice clean flat surfaces. Shoes everywhere! And the Pastor may be just a teensy bit grumpy, jet lagged, stressed that he is only home for a week? I dunno. And I've been completely over the top sensitive. Then the Pastor is walking around saying things like what happened to the family room, why is this room such a pit? or how much money is in your checking account??? So needless to say, between the Pastor's jet-lagedness and my over-sensitivity, it's been an interesting week.
Then there was the infamous cinnamon roll incident of 2005. We went to a food trough last night and younger daughter got this cinnamon roll. She asked her daddy to cut it up. Pahhhlease! The thing was soft, doughy bread! So I said "Younger daughter, you are a big girl. You can cut up your own cinnamon roll. Do you know how? " She didn't, so I showed her how. She did it for like two seconds, leaned over to daddy Pastor and whispered in his ear. The next thing I know, the Pastor is cutting up her cinnamon roll. I tried to explain to Pastor that I had just told her to cut her own cinnamon roll ! ! ! , but much like every other thing I've tried to express this week, I guess the words just didn't come out right. Oh well. Anyway, he cut up her cinnamon roll and it irritated me.
Then there was this whole other incident where the Pastor made a suggestion as to how I might handle a situation with my small child, and that one didn't turn out so well either but the theme of this blog is really about how fabulous and perfect I am so I won't go on and on with that whole story.
5.24.2005
while the Pastor is away...
You never know what wild things will happen at the Parsonage! Things got completely outta control!
5.20.2005
large shoulder pads, vaginal delivery by robot and donuts
Robyn's fabulous Star Wars movie review
Let me sum things up. Why would large shoulder pads ever come back into style? But the Jedi boys can totally get away with it because they know how to work it with those hooded capes.
Oh, and there's this one scene where Obi Wan tells Pad Thai that Anakin has been a bad boy. Pad Thai says nuh-uh, but then she puts on this fab maternity pants outfit and chases her baby daddy down to see what up.
Where are the restaurants? Where and when do these people eat? And its so typical. There's this big huge war and the men are all fighting and the one chick in the movie is brushing her hair and worrying about how she's going to decorate the baby's room. And as cool as I think robots are, personally if I am going to have a baby I don't want a robot with metal talons assisting with the vaginal delivery. Where was the force when that was going on?
I like those robot things in the movie that look like dogs even though they're evil. I think they are cute. But since they look like dogs, the Pastor probably wouldn't let me have one of those either.
It was the best Star Wars movie in my opinion. Nathan and I agree it is our favorite. The effects were spectacular. Very well done.
I just had a strange realization though. The very first time I saw the very first Star Wars it was what - 1977? and my Uncle Paul and Aunt Debbie took my brothers and I to see it. We went to Winchell's and had a donut too. I just realized without even thinking about that yesterday, before Nathan and I went to see the movie we went to the bakery and got donuts and took them with us. What is this strange correlation between going to see Star Wars films and eating donuts? Hmmmm.
Let me sum things up. Why would large shoulder pads ever come back into style? But the Jedi boys can totally get away with it because they know how to work it with those hooded capes.
Oh, and there's this one scene where Obi Wan tells Pad Thai that Anakin has been a bad boy. Pad Thai says nuh-uh, but then she puts on this fab maternity pants outfit and chases her baby daddy down to see what up.
Where are the restaurants? Where and when do these people eat? And its so typical. There's this big huge war and the men are all fighting and the one chick in the movie is brushing her hair and worrying about how she's going to decorate the baby's room. And as cool as I think robots are, personally if I am going to have a baby I don't want a robot with metal talons assisting with the vaginal delivery. Where was the force when that was going on?
I like those robot things in the movie that look like dogs even though they're evil. I think they are cute. But since they look like dogs, the Pastor probably wouldn't let me have one of those either.
It was the best Star Wars movie in my opinion. Nathan and I agree it is our favorite. The effects were spectacular. Very well done.
I just had a strange realization though. The very first time I saw the very first Star Wars it was what - 1977? and my Uncle Paul and Aunt Debbie took my brothers and I to see it. We went to Winchell's and had a donut too. I just realized without even thinking about that yesterday, before Nathan and I went to see the movie we went to the bakery and got donuts and took them with us. What is this strange correlation between going to see Star Wars films and eating donuts? Hmmmm.
5.19.2005
OK, this pic is really, really dark... but I MUST show it to you. It's a built-in desk off of our kitchen. It took me two entire evenings to clean off all the stuff that had been piled up on it. That's right. I worked all day at the office, then came home at night and worked on this desk the entire evening for two straight days. If anyone messes it up, I may kill them. And if I was ever called to serve on a jury where someone killed someone for messing up a clean room they had slaved away on, I would say it was completely justifiable.
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