Thursday, January 6, 2011
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Doing Laundry.
If you kids are into the media (meaning, if we die young and you are raised by some of your "conformist" relatives who have a television and support commercial movies), you've probably been exposed to some of the hype that surrounds marriage (or rather, weddings). But here's what they don't tell you in the latest MTV series: marriage is about boring things like doing laundry.
Which isn't to say marriage is boring. It's just more boring than, say, a movie about something really interesting. So, on any given evening, your father and I might be building our marriage by doing laundry together, like two regular, boring married people.
Ho, hum. If you think this looks like a good time, you're ready for marriage. Nope? Then go do your homework.
Disclaimer: You'll notice that your father is wearing a pair of my underwear on his head in these pictures. That's because (as you may have heard) doing laundry during marriage is much more intimate than doing laundry when you're single. Does that mean that once you're married, you can only do laundry as a team? Of course not. It's still perfectly okay to do your laundry solo from time to time -- after all, nobody has a perfectly synchronized marriage in which both partners are always in the mood for laundry on the exact same schedule. As long as you communicate about your laundry needs (and, heck, if you need something dry-cleaned, that's fine too!), that's the important thing.
Is anyone else getting sweaty?
Which isn't to say marriage is boring. It's just more boring than, say, a movie about something really interesting. So, on any given evening, your father and I might be building our marriage by doing laundry together, like two regular, boring married people.
Ho, hum. If you think this looks like a good time, you're ready for marriage. Nope? Then go do your homework.
Disclaimer: You'll notice that your father is wearing a pair of my underwear on his head in these pictures. That's because (as you may have heard) doing laundry during marriage is much more intimate than doing laundry when you're single. Does that mean that once you're married, you can only do laundry as a team? Of course not. It's still perfectly okay to do your laundry solo from time to time -- after all, nobody has a perfectly synchronized marriage in which both partners are always in the mood for laundry on the exact same schedule. As long as you communicate about your laundry needs (and, heck, if you need something dry-cleaned, that's fine too!), that's the important thing.
Is anyone else getting sweaty?
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
It's So Hard Not to Act Reckless.
Even so, it's important not to act reckless; for example, it's not a good idea to plug in your phone charger then hang a metal hanger full of drying clothes on that hanger because there aren't any other places to put it, and then forget to move the hanger and then plug your phone in to charge and then try to make a call. Because something like this might happen.
Consider yourselves warned.
Consider yourselves warned.
Monday, January 3, 2011
What We Do on Vacation.
When we have a little time off from our everyday duties, we like to adopt an alternate version of our life. We think of this as "Everyday Vacationer." We've had quite a few days of vacation recently, and boy have we been taking advantage of our free time...
1. First of all, we enjoy playing games that involve words and snacks. Scrabble fits perfectly into this category because it is a) all about words, and b) slow-paced enough that players can eat between turns.
2. Secondly, we like to hunt. But not for animals, for information. Your father is particularly adept at hunting for information on something known as the "Google." Look at that information-gathering stance. You should be proud.
3. Third, we enjoy playing geometrical games, such as "How Many Adults Can Safely Buckle into One Car?"
and "How Is a Person Like a Christmas Tree?"
4. Another favorite activity is to wear flowing robes and shuffle reading material, as if we were wizards toiling away at paperwork.
5. Finally, we like to just plain eat snacks. Not that I would every recommend snacking as an activity per se, especially with the childhood obesity epidemic raging all around us, but it has proven to be an integral part of our vacation thus far.
1. First of all, we enjoy playing games that involve words and snacks. Scrabble fits perfectly into this category because it is a) all about words, and b) slow-paced enough that players can eat between turns.
2. Secondly, we like to hunt. But not for animals, for information. Your father is particularly adept at hunting for information on something known as the "Google." Look at that information-gathering stance. You should be proud.
3. Third, we enjoy playing geometrical games, such as "How Many Adults Can Safely Buckle into One Car?"
and "How Is a Person Like a Christmas Tree?"
4. Another favorite activity is to wear flowing robes and shuffle reading material, as if we were wizards toiling away at paperwork.
5. Finally, we like to just plain eat snacks. Not that I would every recommend snacking as an activity per se, especially with the childhood obesity epidemic raging all around us, but it has proven to be an integral part of our vacation thus far.
A Day Trip to San Franscisco.
As part of our adventure in California (which we have been tentatively calling "The California Holiday Extravaganza Experience"), your father and I took a day trip down to the city of Saint Francis with your Uncle Charles and your Aunties Mary and Christie.
As most day trips do, ours started out in a car:
As you can maybe see, your Auntie Christie was driving, your dad rode shotgun, and the rest of us sat in the back.
We had a number of adventures: First, we ate lunch at a delicious falafel restaurant (very drippy sauce; many napkins needed);
next, I made friends with a dinosaur. What was his name, you ask? I would have inquired if he HADN'T BEEN EXTINCT FOR A MILLION BILLION YEARS.
We ended the day with a Hill Climb, a Park Walk, and a Key Misplacement (resolved before dark, thankfully).
Before we knew it, we were buckling our seatbelts (safety first) for the return trip. (Sigh.) What fun!
So long, San Fransisco -- see you on the "flip side*," I guess...
*I put this in quotation marks because it's slang.
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