Apropos of Nothing

I came across this quote today and it made me laugh.

"It's like I always tell my sister: Sometimes slutty is good, because boys are dumb."

Powers Effect

I don't know what it is about going on vacation with mr. blume and manricor, but I can drink more alcohol and be less drunk than at any other time in my life. Two years ago, we went to Vegas and I had more to drink in those four days than ever before (or since) in my life. Yet, not really ever drunk. 

In San Antonio, (as pictured below) manricor and I split three 30 oz margaritas at dinner. 

Go ahead. Do the math. I'll wait. 

Then! We went to the Howl at the Moon piano bar and drank 4? 5? more drinks. Yet, still not drunk. Were we drive a car sober? No. Did we both publicly sing along with many, many, many songs at the piano bar (including Ice, Ice Baby)? Yes. But, we were able to walk home on our own power and weren't hungover the next day. I call that a win.  

To put this in perspective, I'm usually well on my way to being drunk after one beer. One beer. 

This phenomena only happens when (1) on vacation (2) with mr. blume and manricor. I'm calling it the "Powers Effect."

Blasphemous

On a scale of 1 - 10, how blasphemous do you think it would be to flick someone with holy water?

I ask because when we were at the mission at San Jose, I flicked mr. blume with holy water. 

What?

I wanted to see if he would sizzle or burn, like in the movies, in case he's secretly a vampire or other assorted demon spawn. Turns out, no.

Either movies lie/exaggerate, or mr. blume's just a dude. Not sure which. 

I crossed myself with the holy water left on my fingers after flicking him, do you think that cancels out the blasphemy?

On second thought, maybe it wasn't blasphemous. Maybe I just baptized him. 

Bone Tired Drunk

We're back home again from San Antonio today and I am bone tired. 

There's a point at which being tired and being drunk feels pretty much the same. That is where I'm at now. 

The husband kept trying to tell jokes on the way home. 

I found it very confusing. 

Finally, I just looked at him and said, "Are you telling jokes again? Why do you keep trying to be funny? You know I don't understand what the fuck you're saying."

Short, uncomplicated sentences are all I'm really capable of understanding at the moment, when spoken anyway. 

Sleep good.

Bye.

Iron Man

When I was running at the gym today, Iron Man came up on my play list. It reminded me of a conversation I had over New Years with T-Rex (son of mr. blume and manricor).

He told me a kid at his school sits at his desk, does a mini-head bang and sings to himself, "I am Iron Man, dun-na-nuh-nuh-na-na-na-nah"

I'll tell you what I told him. 

That kid is rock-star awesome!

If you're going to be the weird kid who sings to himself, fucking sing Iron Man. Own it. Make it your anthem. 

I want to be more like this kid. Let's face it, I might already be the weird kid. I might as well start singing Iron Man. 

Bunnies

I've been working like crazy lately, and all has not been sunshine and giggles.
People, equipment, time lines and poor decision making has been making me all kinds of crazy... even more than usual.

As some of you know, I test software for a living. So, I was testing to make sure we could print out images correctly today and this was one of the images I used:

I have no idea why, but it makes me want to laugh every time I look at it.

So, as it turns out, the difference between a day where I want to maim everyone that comes in a 5 ft radius of me and a day when I don't, is a bunny eating a cookie.

Seriously though, it's kind of adorable, right?
Just me?
I'm okay with that.

Wicked Awesome

The husband arranged for us to have a weekend away for Valentines Day all by himself, it was quite impressive really. 

He got us a hotel in Appleton for the night, reservations at the Lemon Grass, an Asian bistro, and tickets to see Wicked. The hotel was clean and quiet. The restaurant was delicious (crab wontons and spring rolls, yum!). The show was excellent, and we had really good seats. Kudos to the husband.

And in return? He got a card. 

Hey, there was even a monkey joke in it! Eh. 

I tried, a little.

The first time we saw Wicked was in Chicago with the blumes. The husband says that the two shows were very similar, but I would have sworn that they were different. There were whole scenes and songs I don't remember from Chicago. Then again, Chicago was about two weeks after I had a car accident that addled my brains a bit, so a lot of stuff from that time period is kind of hazy. 

The only hitch was that the husband had a hard time falling asleep at the hotel, so he was all the sudden chatty until around 3AM. There are a lot of things you can tell your husband when he's arranged a romantic getaway for Valentine's Day, "shut up and go to sleep" is not one of them. So, of course, the next day the husband was kind of sleepy and Milo is always up for a nap. 

Aren't they cute?