Actual conversation between myself and Hubby.
Scene: Kroger, coffee aisle. We’ve been standing there looking for whole bean coffee for approximately 3 minutes.
Me: Ooo! There’s some! …but it’s kinda expensive for crappy Kroger brand.
Hubby (pointing to starbucks brand): How about this one?
Me (turning away from coffee display): I bet they have organic, fair-trade, shade-grown in the organic foods section.
Hubby:…. (blank stare)
Hubby: …. (blank share)
Me: What? …I’m a huge douche, aren’t I?
Hubby: ….(nodding slowing) what the hell does shade grown mean?!?
For the record, Kroger doesn’t have shade-grown coffee and, yes, I just realized I’m a douche.
I got my hair cut this week. It was pretty drastic and I love it!
I’ve gotten tons of compliments and I really really like that. But I’m not totally satisfied. The very next question out of 90% of the complimenters mouth is “What does Hubby think?” And this isn’t something that I’ve observed just now. For years I’ve seen women asking other women the same question and I’m really really bothered by it.
I know it seems like a very benign question. But it really irks me. The way the question is asked implies that its super scandalous that I got my hair cut short and there’s no way that my husband could be okay with it. Here’s the thing; I honestly don’t care what my husband thinks about my hair. It’s on my head not his. Yes, I want my husband to think I’m attractive, but I’m comfortable enough with our relationship to not worry about how he thinks my hair looks.
For some people, the follow up question might be just a way to keep the conversation going, but for others its asked with genuine concern about the health of my relationship with my husband. What’s up with that? Why is it assumed that a woman must have consulted her significant other before changing her appearance?
Oh, and for the record, Hubby also loves the new look!
Hubby and I have a new resident on our porch. He’s quiet and doesn’t really bother anyone, but I don’t like him. Not one bit.
If you’re thinking “Man, that’s a huge f*$@!*g spider!”, you’re right. It is a huge f*cking spider. And it lives on the outside side of one of my sliding glass doors. And yes, that is his actual size.
As you might expect, I’m not thrilled that a massive and possibly fatally poisonous spider has decided to take up residence on my patio. But I don’t want to get close enough to him to kill him (please note, the picture was taken from the safe inside side of the sliding door) and Hubby is convinced that all arachnids are good. Even the huge ones that are probably fatally poisonous. So, up until this afternoon, Max (that’s what I named him just now) lived on our patio. This afternoon we had a pretty violent thunderstorm and I think he got blown away. His web is gone and so is he… I don’t feel better though. Now I’m pretty sure he’s lying in wait for me and will shoot spider web at me and eat me alive the next time I go outside.
Anyone have any idea what kind of deadly spider this is? I feel like I need to know so I can tell the ER what kind of anti-venom to administer.
Seriously. I’ve been a fan of the show since the first season and I really might stop watching it now. It’s pretty clear that the producers and not the judges are deciding who’s in and who’s out.
Check out episode 3 and you’ll see what I mean.
I mean, they kept Casanova! That’s just crazy!
My alternate career as a dog groomer is slowing coming fruition. Last night I shaved the bear dog. Since temperatures are topping out at around 95 these days, she was getting a hot spot, and a trip to the groomers is about 75 bucks, I decided to try my hand at it. So I grabbed Sean’s oldest pair of hair clippers and started working. About an hour and 15 minutes later, this was the scene on my porch:
After everything was swept up… it’s like a dog fur rug!
And the final frame:
All in all, it went very well. She’s much less obese than I thought and the fur around her face looks like a bob! Of course, you can’t see that from this picture, but I promise it really does.
I know I’ve mentioned this before, but summertime yoga is uber hot. Really doing anything in the summer is uber hot, but somehow yoga seems worse than most activities. I think it’s heat + inversion that’s not good… but that’s not the point of this.
The point is that I find it pretty hard to keep up a regular practice in the summer. It’s hot (as I mentioned) and it daylight for so long that I have a hard time finding motivation/realizing that it’s late enough for class to actually go to class. Most of the summer, I’ve been having some issues with getting to class and it’s been taking a toll on my wellbeing. And I mean that in all possible ways–physically, mentally, spiritually. I’ve been making a concerted effort to plan for going to yoga and it’s working. I’ve been going more lately and today, I had a really great practice. Meditation at the beginning went really really well. I felt calmer after that than I had in days and, even though I was soaked with sweat at the end of class, I also feel very relaxed, open, focused, and happy.
So… that’s where I am today. Struggling to keep up with something that I know will make me feel better. And succeeding wonderfully…
Upcoming posts to look forward to: (1) the story of Hubby’s first yoga class, (2) iPhone review… with pictures! (3) Pride and Prejudice book review and (4) Adventures in dining out.
The Hubby and I have been married four years. It’s shocking to me that it’s been that long…
We celebrated this year by going to a yoga class. It was the first for Hubby (and his present to me). I think he liked it, but I’m not sure if he’ll go back. I’ll try to keep everyone updated on that…
Happy Belated Anniversary to us!