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Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Here We Go Again
It happened. Last night. Just like it does every couple of years.
The previews for the new Harry Potter movie were on and this put the live in into hyper mode. It’s almost painful to watch the inner struggles he goes through as he anticipates what the movie will be like. As with any book turned movie, fans of the book are almost always let down - and he is no exception. Never the less he adores those crazy child wizards and is highly anticipating the release of this movie. So much so he needs to be there on opening night. Yes, opening night.
Very seriously the live in turned to me and asked, “Will you go with me on opening night?” This is when I wish we had a Potter freak child in the 10-13 age range. Or I wish it was more socially acceptable for a thirty year old man child to post an ad on Craigslist…"seeking pre-teen companionship at new Harry Potter flick – popcorn included.” He could tell I was hesitant to accept this romantic proposal so he pulled out the big guns. He reminded me that he was my date on opening night to classics like Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants Two, and Mamma Mia.
He is right. I should go. I already have happy hour plans that evening with some of my girlfriends though. That’s going to be a fun conversation…"Sorry, I have to leave early to escort my thirty year old banker husband to Harry Potter.”
Oh, live in, you are so precious.
The previews for the new Harry Potter movie were on and this put the live in into hyper mode. It’s almost painful to watch the inner struggles he goes through as he anticipates what the movie will be like. As with any book turned movie, fans of the book are almost always let down - and he is no exception. Never the less he adores those crazy child wizards and is highly anticipating the release of this movie. So much so he needs to be there on opening night. Yes, opening night.
Very seriously the live in turned to me and asked, “Will you go with me on opening night?” This is when I wish we had a Potter freak child in the 10-13 age range. Or I wish it was more socially acceptable for a thirty year old man child to post an ad on Craigslist…"seeking pre-teen companionship at new Harry Potter flick – popcorn included.” He could tell I was hesitant to accept this romantic proposal so he pulled out the big guns. He reminded me that he was my date on opening night to classics like Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants Two, and Mamma Mia.
He is right. I should go. I already have happy hour plans that evening with some of my girlfriends though. That’s going to be a fun conversation…"Sorry, I have to leave early to escort my thirty year old banker husband to Harry Potter.”
Oh, live in, you are so precious.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
A Good Start
My friends, I hope your week is already off to a great start.
The live in and I are working our way through a 'Back to the Future' marathon. He loves those movies. A lot.
He also loves to play our current anthem a lot. This requires the volume to be on high while we jump dance all.over.the.house. I adore the anthem ritual he has instituted…I can’t speak for our neighbors though.
The live in and I are working our way through a 'Back to the Future' marathon. He loves those movies. A lot.
He also loves to play our current anthem a lot. This requires the volume to be on high while we jump dance all.over.the.house. I adore the anthem ritual he has instituted…I can’t speak for our neighbors though.
Friday, June 26, 2009
Dishes and Daytime TV
Friday afternoons have become a huge mystery to me. I work for an amazing company which gives us Friday afternoons off during the summer - so lately I have found myself wondering what to do with this extra time.
Currently I am blogging, prior to that I opened the dishwasher, thought about unloading it, and then shut the dishwasher door closed. Before I “did” that I looked at the huge pile of dirty clothes at the foot of our bed for about 15 seconds and then turned away in refusal. The dirty dishes need to be done too, but technically I would have to unload the clean dishes first and as I have already noted, that’s not going to happen. The garbage really needs to be taken out. It is starting to smell. If only the trash chute was inside our loft, not down the hall. I think I will open a window instead.
What is it about the daytime that makes me like this? The live in would say I am this way at all hours of the day but that’s just not true. There is something about being at home before 5pm that makes me just want to curl up in my bed only to woken by the live in.
Just to clarify, I am not bored. I rarely ever get bored in fact. What I do have is a perplexing case of ‘how do I do nothing but make it appear as if I have been home working all day for when the live in husband comes home?’ Although I won’t wait for full divulgences, I am positive some of you stay at home folks have come across this exact same scenario. So, how do you do it? What’s the secret? Should I give him my bedroom eyes as soon as he comes home to avoid any discussions, or do I stand firm and proclaim that this was my afternoon and I can do with it what I want?
Oh good, Oprah’s almost on…
Currently I am blogging, prior to that I opened the dishwasher, thought about unloading it, and then shut the dishwasher door closed. Before I “did” that I looked at the huge pile of dirty clothes at the foot of our bed for about 15 seconds and then turned away in refusal. The dirty dishes need to be done too, but technically I would have to unload the clean dishes first and as I have already noted, that’s not going to happen. The garbage really needs to be taken out. It is starting to smell. If only the trash chute was inside our loft, not down the hall. I think I will open a window instead.
What is it about the daytime that makes me like this? The live in would say I am this way at all hours of the day but that’s just not true. There is something about being at home before 5pm that makes me just want to curl up in my bed only to woken by the live in.
Just to clarify, I am not bored. I rarely ever get bored in fact. What I do have is a perplexing case of ‘how do I do nothing but make it appear as if I have been home working all day for when the live in husband comes home?’ Although I won’t wait for full divulgences, I am positive some of you stay at home folks have come across this exact same scenario. So, how do you do it? What’s the secret? Should I give him my bedroom eyes as soon as he comes home to avoid any discussions, or do I stand firm and proclaim that this was my afternoon and I can do with it what I want?
Oh good, Oprah’s almost on…
One For the Blog Roll...
Remember when I shared with you my love for this blog? Well, something very exciting has happened in blogland…please welcome Urban Weeds! I am thrilled to see something so rad happening in Portland! Their lovely new blog will be one of my daily reads, for sure...
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Question For You...
On my way to work a question popped into my head. It’s one that I have thought about before and have even consulted the live in on. Is there such a thing as vampires? Wait, before you unsubscribe to the blog in protest of my gullibility, just think about it...
Lately there has been a lot of vampire talk. And for the most part, all of the vampire stories are inline with one another. The vampire rules and ways of life are the same across all channels. How could Hollywood pull that off? I feel like this is their time to “come out of the closet” so to speak. In 10 years will we be voting on vampire marriage laws? I THINK WE MIGHT BE!
Have a good Thursday…and be safe out there.
Lately there has been a lot of vampire talk. And for the most part, all of the vampire stories are inline with one another. The vampire rules and ways of life are the same across all channels. How could Hollywood pull that off? I feel like this is their time to “come out of the closet” so to speak. In 10 years will we be voting on vampire marriage laws? I THINK WE MIGHT BE!
Have a good Thursday…and be safe out there.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Three's Company
Just because we don’t have any children or pets, doesn’t mean we don’t care.
Last night was nearly tragic. Our laptop froze. And after trying all of the tricks one tries to melt the freeze we were faced with a black screen, some odd noises, and two scared urbanites.
I immediately rewind the brain about a week and recall my mom asking me (in an attempt to entertain us on a road trip) “what is the one piece of technology you couldn’t live without”. Without hesitation my answer was, “laptop!” This, my friends, was my worst nightmare.
Not even an hour goes by before we rush off to the computer hospital, The Geek Squad. And because we don’t have internet access to search for a location near our loft, we are faced with…wait for it…going to the ‘burbs! 20 minutes later we approach the Geek Squad with our ill computer and this is when I start to get very nervous. We hand over our computer to someone who does not appear very geeky at all. She has acrylic nails, poorly died hair, and way too much foundation on. I express my concern to the live in and he assures me that they go through geek training and that outside appearances aren’t a good judge of her geeky-ness. I am not comforted at all. I express my concern to him again. But, this time he is interrupted by the geek imposter herself. She saunters over, looks at us, looks back at the computer, and prepared to give us the news. Now, I am positive that from this point on everything she said was a direct quote from ‘ER’ or ‘Grey’s Anatomy’. This woman thinks she is a real life freakin medical doctor. She threw in a couple words like “bad motherboard” or “fried video cord” to throw us off, but the bottom line was our computer was dead and she was happily calling time of death.
Like I said earlier, we may be kid-less and pet-less but we’re not idiots. Clearly, we went for a second opinion at the specialist, Costco. Costco referred us to their most geeky person of all…tech support. I could immediately tell by the high pitched voice that came through the phone…I had found my geek. He spoke so geeky I almost had to ask for a translator. We didn’t have a fatal motherboard, or a fried video cord, we had the equivalent of the common cold. He walked me through several geeky steps and a few minutes later she came back to life. I am not going to lie, there were screams of joy.
The three of us spent the rest of the evening cuddled up on the couch together. Everything was good again.
Last night was nearly tragic. Our laptop froze. And after trying all of the tricks one tries to melt the freeze we were faced with a black screen, some odd noises, and two scared urbanites.
I immediately rewind the brain about a week and recall my mom asking me (in an attempt to entertain us on a road trip) “what is the one piece of technology you couldn’t live without”. Without hesitation my answer was, “laptop!” This, my friends, was my worst nightmare.
Not even an hour goes by before we rush off to the computer hospital, The Geek Squad. And because we don’t have internet access to search for a location near our loft, we are faced with…wait for it…going to the ‘burbs! 20 minutes later we approach the Geek Squad with our ill computer and this is when I start to get very nervous. We hand over our computer to someone who does not appear very geeky at all. She has acrylic nails, poorly died hair, and way too much foundation on. I express my concern to the live in and he assures me that they go through geek training and that outside appearances aren’t a good judge of her geeky-ness. I am not comforted at all. I express my concern to him again. But, this time he is interrupted by the geek imposter herself. She saunters over, looks at us, looks back at the computer, and prepared to give us the news. Now, I am positive that from this point on everything she said was a direct quote from ‘ER’ or ‘Grey’s Anatomy’. This woman thinks she is a real life freakin medical doctor. She threw in a couple words like “bad motherboard” or “fried video cord” to throw us off, but the bottom line was our computer was dead and she was happily calling time of death.
Like I said earlier, we may be kid-less and pet-less but we’re not idiots. Clearly, we went for a second opinion at the specialist, Costco. Costco referred us to their most geeky person of all…tech support. I could immediately tell by the high pitched voice that came through the phone…I had found my geek. He spoke so geeky I almost had to ask for a translator. We didn’t have a fatal motherboard, or a fried video cord, we had the equivalent of the common cold. He walked me through several geeky steps and a few minutes later she came back to life. I am not going to lie, there were screams of joy.
The three of us spent the rest of the evening cuddled up on the couch together. Everything was good again.
Friday, June 5, 2009
Happy Weekend
The live in has been dying to go to the Great Wolf Lodge for a weekend. I am not kidding. On one hand this gives me reassurance that no matter what age we decide to have children at he will always be a young dad, but on the other hand it concerns me that I am taking the wrong travel partner to Europe this summer.
It’s not Great Wolf Lodge, but we do have a pretty fun weekend planned. We’ll be traveling down to Sacramento and LA. Little bil graduates from medical school on Saturday and then we’re off to celebrate at Disneyland. We are very excited.
I hope your weekend plans are just as neat.
xoxo,
erica
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Thursday, June 4, 2009
Hot Child in the City
Please see profile to right. Sleep is a love of mine. Jealous people are not, but that’s a whole other story.
Portland has been amazing lately. The weather has been perfect. And, thanks to this little episode, my skin is slowly turning a shade less pale. However, loft life has gotten a little more complicated during the night hours. Our loft could easily be described as a gigantic incubator. But, instead of warming cute little farm animals or newly born babies, this incubator is heating up my rage (again, please see profile picture…natural red head).
We do have air conditioning, which is lovely. But, for some reason all logic is thrown out the window once the clock strikes 11pm. At 10:30pm we are smart enough to realize that if its 72 degrees and muggy outside, inside the incubator will be at least 77 degrees without A/C. Not ideal sleeping conditions.
I generally get into bed first, while the live in prepares himself for his beauty sleep. This routine includes several rounds of dental care, one breathe right nose strip, facial moisturizer, and some quality one on one time with the mirror. And because I don’t like anything to stand in the way of my head hitting that pillow, the responsibility of compound lock down is up to him. Lock the door, turn off the lights, and turn on the fan and turn off the a/c? Good idea. The only thing I love more than sleep sweat is waking up with my hair in knots from the 25 mile an hour wind coming at me from only two feet away. Awesome. Hmm, maybe Costco is running a sale on bulk chapstick? Or what do the soldiers in the Middle East use? Sure we live miles away, but ironically we both go to sleep in similar conditions.
But, the rage won three nights ago when I woke up, shut the window, and turned on the a/c. The rage won again last night when I woke up, and moved the fan. The rage will win again tonight when I wake up and heave the fan out the window.
Good night.
Portland has been amazing lately. The weather has been perfect. And, thanks to this little episode, my skin is slowly turning a shade less pale. However, loft life has gotten a little more complicated during the night hours. Our loft could easily be described as a gigantic incubator. But, instead of warming cute little farm animals or newly born babies, this incubator is heating up my rage (again, please see profile picture…natural red head).
We do have air conditioning, which is lovely. But, for some reason all logic is thrown out the window once the clock strikes 11pm. At 10:30pm we are smart enough to realize that if its 72 degrees and muggy outside, inside the incubator will be at least 77 degrees without A/C. Not ideal sleeping conditions.
I generally get into bed first, while the live in prepares himself for his beauty sleep. This routine includes several rounds of dental care, one breathe right nose strip, facial moisturizer, and some quality one on one time with the mirror. And because I don’t like anything to stand in the way of my head hitting that pillow, the responsibility of compound lock down is up to him. Lock the door, turn off the lights, and turn on the fan and turn off the a/c? Good idea. The only thing I love more than sleep sweat is waking up with my hair in knots from the 25 mile an hour wind coming at me from only two feet away. Awesome. Hmm, maybe Costco is running a sale on bulk chapstick? Or what do the soldiers in the Middle East use? Sure we live miles away, but ironically we both go to sleep in similar conditions.
But, the rage won three nights ago when I woke up, shut the window, and turned on the a/c. The rage won again last night when I woke up, and moved the fan. The rage will win again tonight when I wake up and heave the fan out the window.
Good night.
Monday, June 1, 2009
Happy Monday
Welcome to Monday, my friends. I hope you had a great weekend!
Here are some highlights from ours:
Here are some highlights from ours:
- Camping/Tailgating/BBQ-ing in the street. Loved it!
- Using the cord of the computer battery as a jump rope and watching the live in “dance”. (Visual: one end of the cord gets plugged into the wall; the other end is being swung by my foot/toes.)
- Watching our new friends, the ducklings. We’re so excited that all five are still alive and kickin'. Fingers crossed!
June, here we come.
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