90s love

i've been listening to the savage garden station on pandora.

i'm in love.

because not only does it play savage garden,

look how cool they are.  those faces.  the necklace!  the subtle statement hoop in one ear!

it plays *nsync, seal (the only song that matters--kiss from a rose), some old-school britney spears (can we call the 90s "old school"?), and of course, the backstreet boys.  which i love.

i mean, what's not to love?

adorable.

unfortunately, silas does not share my affinity for 90s pop.

his loss.

i want to start a workout class called "90s Throwback", where we listen to all the glory that was 90s music and make up dance moves (or try to learn the music video choreography) like we did when we were kids.  (did you guys do that?)

and we can all fight about who has to be scary spice.

maybe it's just because it brings back so many good memories, but listening to this stuff puts me in such a great mood.  and it's  THE BEST to sing to (especially when you know every single word to every single song).

it's a far cry from the soundtrack of my high school experience (evanescence and linkin park!), which does not evoke such blissful memories.

now i'm going to cut myself off before i start quoting lyrics ("i don't want to be a fool for you/ i'm just another playa in your game for two") or start making embarrassing confessions.

but if you want to come over and watch Spice World sometime, holla at me.

fake birthday

yesterday, we celebrated all of our birthdays.

of course, it wasn't any of our actual birthdays...or even anyone's half-birthday.

but i decided we needed some festivity, so festivity we would have.

it was legit.  i made a sign.

we took the boys to see ice age 4 (they lasted about 45 minutes), and came home for pizza and presents.    it didn't matter that we were late to the movie, or that we spent most of it chasing the boys up and down the stairs (there was hardly anyone there, so it wasn't a big deal).  or that the pizza took so long to cook (thank you oven) that we just made the boys grilled cheese so they could go to bed.  or that the oven destroyed my cupcakes and rendered them inedible (seriously, i could write an entire post dedicated to the eccentricities of our oven).

we had presents.  and a sign.  and balloons.  and it felt special.

i got the boys each a pair of sunglasses, and a little airplane and dinosaur.  (bless them for being so easy to please right now.)  i got silas a massage at a local spa, and he got me a pizza stone.  (i've been wanting one forever.)

i left the sign up today.  it's cheerful.

birthdays, real or invented, are a definite morale-booster.

(and so, by the way, is anything that glows in the dark.)

humor

silas and i have almost nothing in common.  after 4 years and some months of marriage, that's been pretty firmly established.

what's funny is that when we were dating, we were all, "OMG!  we totes like ALL the same things!  we're, like, meant for each other!"

...except neither of us talks like a 14 year-old valley girl.

but, for reals now, i think i could count on one hand the things we have in common.

1.  we have the same children.

2.  we...um, like running.  although i like it in a "run a few times a week" kind of way and he likes it in a "i'm planning on dominating in a 100-mile race one day" kind of way.

so there's that.

3.  we like masterchef!  i knew there was something else.  woe unto us when the season ends.  (but then psych starts, so we're still good.)

4.  ...


i'm seriously drawing a blank here.  let me get back to you.

oh yeah.  very occasionally, we'll like the same song.  like that one night we played "walking with a ghost" 12 times in a row.

one thing we do not have in common is our sense of humor.  basically, silas thinks i don't have one.  i tell him that my sense of humor is just more refined than his.

last week, i was telling him about a movie i saw.

(i'll let you figure out which one is me.)


"and then, of course, he gets a soccer ball to the...well, balls, and the whole theater of 9 year-old boys cracks up.  and there were burping and farting jokes..."

"why is that not funny?  a soccer ball to the nuts is hilarious!"

"it's just not!  i've seen that a million times before, i knew it was coming.  the biggest element of humor is that it has to be unexpected!"

"no, it doesn't.  what about on funniest home videos?  when the kid and the dad are playing baseball..."

"yeah, and you know he's going to get whacked in the crotch or on the head.  i don't think america's funniest home videos is FUNNY."

(silence.)

"what is wrong with you?"

i'm thinking back to the time we watched dumb and dumber together.  i think that was the first time silas began to have serious doubts about our relationship.

just kidding.

but really, now.

what do you think?  do you agree with my belief that true humor involves the unexpected?  

or does my inability to laugh at fart jokes mean i'm dead inside?

note: all of the (completely unrelated) pictures in this post are at least 4 years old.  silas stopped shaving shortly after we got married.

but then again, so did i.

flying solo

silas and the pup left for the weekend to hike some mountains and catch some fish.

last night i watched a chick flick (with DAVID TENNANT in it, how could i not?) and ate mint chocolate chip ice cream.  then i had another bowl of mint chip, this time with a warm, freshly baked cookie on top.

i took a shower.  and later a bath.  i shaved my legs (!!).

(i am a lazy shaver.  as in, i do it once every week or two.)

i fell asleep around 11, gleefully stretched out over the whole bed.  i almost texted silas to ask why he didn't leave me his pillow.  

i prefer two pillows.  just so you know.

this morning was slow.

slow in a good way, though.

i didn't roll out of bed till around 8, and took my sweet time getting ready.  i made the boys pancakes, and we didn't finish up breakfast until around 9:30.

i had some visitors, a nice lunch.  there wasn't an excessive amount of screaming.  the boys went down for naps without freaking out (tesla) or hitting me (desmond).  no one threw books at me.  i know the current whereabouts of 3 out of 4 sippy cups.

days like this make it possible to make it through the others.  :)



i hope you're having a nice weekend.  make it a relaxing one.

he did it!

today, silas took his last final and has finished his first year of podiatry school!  enter bbq chicken pizza and ben & jerry's.

now he has a 2 week break before summer term starts.  (more classes!  yay!)  but we're going to make the most of it.  and he's going up to utah next week with sirius to run the timpanogos trail marathon, because he's crazy awesome and much more athletic and driven than i will ever be.

(the boys and i will not be tagging along, since silas and i have a strict "no road trips with children under the age of 5" policy.  this policy was enacted after several miserable road trip experiences.)

in other news, silas and i watched "the help" last week.  i am aware that i was most likely the last person in the entire universe to see that movie (and no, i haven't read the book yet either), but for the record...it was very good.  i cried a TON, which i was not prepared for.  tonight we're renting "one for the money", which i'm pretty sure will elicit no tears.  haha.

and in other other news, last night i finished my 29th book of this year.  (!!!)  it was a good one.  i started my 30th today.  

i feel ridiculously pleased with myself for this accomplishment, but i have a feeling i probably shouldn't be.  i think that if we were playing a phrase association game, "reading 30 books in 6 months" would be grouped with "cat lady", "asocial", "no life", and "is friends with the grocery baggers".

you know how it is.

i love how he just crashed, not on either of the beds or on his blanket, but right in front of the door.  oh, little tessles.

have a spectacular weekend.