Archive for August, 2007

In which I turn music into math equations

Friday, August 31st, 2007

In an attempt to prove that I spend too much with my coworkers, I decided to list off all of their favorite movies to them. I wanted them to know that I knew about them. That I cared about them.
Whatever, I was proving a point. I don’t really care about them.
After I [...]

The word “potluck” is synonymous with “ewww”

Thursday, August 30th, 2007

You know how life is extra stressful before you leave for vacation? We leave on Saturday morning and life is very-extra stressful right now.
Because of that let’s not talk about the 1,320 unread blog posts in my reader at this very moment. The number is staggering. And also growing by the second.
Let’s [...]

One, two, three and to the four

Wednesday, August 29th, 2007

The King and I like to check out music from the library. We’ve been doing it for years. It’s a really good way to listen to things that you might not usually try out. Because we aren’t the only ones that do this, we usually have to wait on a waiting list [...]

I can tell you the license plate numbers of all six cars outside

Tuesday, August 28th, 2007

Right after seeing The Bourne Identity I decided I wanted to be a super-secret-spy.
I wanted to be Jason Bourne.
You know the part where Jason’s all “who has a safety deposit box full of money and six passports and a gun? Who has a bank account number in their hip? I come in here, and the [...]

Monday Bullets

Monday, August 27th, 2007

It’s the last Monday before we head off on our Summer Vacation to DC/NYC. Which means this week is going to be crazy. The King and I both sort of didn’t realize we were leaving this Saturday.
So um yeah, we aren’t as prepared as we should be for this trip.
Which means today’s post [...]

The act of ventriloquism is called “ventriloquizing”. And now you know.

Thursday, August 23rd, 2007

My younger brother and his wife are having a baby. Y’all know what that means?
That’s right, iron-on onesies!
But then I realized that I don’t really know what my brother and his wife are into. I mean, they probably wouldn’t appreciate a Rhett Miller iron-on for their little guy. And I doubt they’d [...]