i iz pwning germz

i acquired a cold at exactly 3:45pm wednesday afternoon.
it has remained a stunted cold, however, and for this i credit

ZICAM, homeopathic exterminator of pernicious pathogens!

(and i credit http://www.thesaurus.com/ for that description.)

a peek inside our marriage

these days, with joel in class or studying 22/7 (he gets a couple hours of sleep), and me working on various and sundry projects, we take our conversation when we can get it. im-ing during joel's anatomy class is a regular treat (when he doesn't have to concentrate too hard on the lecture).

this blog is mostly here for me - to preserve my memories of these whimsical conversations.
feel free to eavesdrop if you'd like. ;)


me: hi! are you there?
did i miss you cause i'm 7 minutes late?

jsroberts1: hi
yellow?

me: yellow what?
i don't get it?

jsroberts1: sky

me: no dear, blue. blue sky.

jsroberts1: ahh

me: [worries about husband's sanity]

jsroberts1: :P

me: :P
so what else is yellow?

jsroberts1: boat

me: SUBMARINE!!!!
we all live in a yellow submarine...
what else?

jsroberts1: mellow?

me: fellow?

jsroberts1: hello

me: hi! how are you?

jsroberts1: kk u?

me: headache ugh. it's a little better now. i had a cookie

jsroberts1: :\ sorry
cookie sounds nice

me: it was. tanks!
are you learning about braaaaaaains???

jsroberts1: nahh blood

me: oh.
red.

jsroberts1: i do hate psu internet

me: i'm sorry.

jsroberts1: m2

me: to make up for it, i will make you laugh in your anp class.
i will share excerpts from "101 ways to annoy ppl"
[ahem]

jsroberts1: not sure i want this

me: 1. learn morse code, and have conversations with friends in public consisting entirely of "beeeep bip bip beeep bip..."

jsroberts1: =P

me: 2. stomp on little plastic ketchup packets
3. claim that you must always wear a bicycle helmet as part of your "astronaut training."
4. declare your apartment an independent nation, and sue your neighbors upstairs for "violating your airspace".
5. follow a few paces behind someone, spraying everything they touch with lysol.
(how's it going so far?)

jsroberts1: =P

me: 6. erect an elaborate network of ropes in your backyard, and tell the neighbors you are a "spider person."
7. wear a special hip holster for your remote control.
8. disassemble your pen and "accidentally" flip the ink cartridge across the room.
9. decline to be seated at a restaurant, and simply eat their complimentary mints by the cash register.

jsroberts1: lol

me: 9. repeat numbers when providing a list for math freaks
(ok, that last one was mine.)
so... have i made you laugh out loud yet?

jsroberts1: not quite out loud

me: 10. wander around a restaurant, asking other diners for their parsley.
(how about now?)

jsroberts1: nope

me: 11. demand that everyone address you as "conquistador."
12. wear a cape that says "magnificent one."
i'm going to start calling you "conquistador joel"

jsroberts1: heh

me: 13. pretend your computer's mouse is a cb radio, and talk to it.
sing along at the opera.
did you get that?

jsroberts1: opera?

me: yeah!

jsroberts1: nope

me: you already do that, conquistador joel!
(wow, conquistador is not a very im-friendly word!)

jsroberts1: lol
kk i need fo focus on clotting

me: you do that. clot well and truly, magnificent one.

jsroberts1: =P

me: kk, i <3 u

jsroberts1: I <3 u2

bringin sexy back

it finally happened. i finally got tired of waiting for joel to finish school. i finally took my life off hold.
... at least the man-project-y part of my life.

this weekend i decided my wait for help from the consummate studier was over. i painted a room, hung stuff up, screwed stuff in, raked and weeded stuff (in very close proximity to 37 spiders - i counted), and did lots of other manly stuff... all by myself.
meanwhile, my manly husband studied algorhythms, biorhythms, theorhythms, and lots of other rhythms, as well as brains.

monday night joel was holding a mirror up for me while i screwed it into the wall, and i saw him looking at me, in the mirror, giving me that look. the "wow, you're hot" look.

now, let me paint a picture here: i had spent all day with the spiders. i was fresh out of the shower, achy, and tired. my hair was pulled tightly back (except for the little dry bits that were frizzing everywhere), my face was blotchy, my eyes were red and puffy from exhaustion, and my nose was red and puffy from an apparent allergy to dirt. i quickly glanced at the mirror to make sure the adoring look wasn't directed toward a toothpaste splotch shaped like che guevara.

to my surprise, there were no likenesses of south american revolutionaries in sight. my husband was looking at me!

and so i learned this weekend that the way to my husband's heart ... is with a screwdriver.
(metaphorically speaking, of course.)

cuteness, 6 month style

guess who just had a half birthday?!?
i got to hang out on the floor with little kairis thomas on february 8, exactly 6 months since she entered the world on 08-08-08 (during the olympic opening ceremonies).

"hey look, air! i think i'll grab it!"

"did i use enough blush on my flawless complexion?"

objects in photo are smaller than they appear

ninja baby! (duh nuh nuh nuh nuh nuh)

random catch up blog

you were missing the random catch up blogs, huh? hopefully this will fill the ticket! ;)
i present a list, in no particular order, of stuff we've done lately that i happen to remember and anything else i feel like writing about.

• the columbia river gorge
  it looked like this a couple weeks ago:
• the student:
  once again, he's taking anatomy&physiology and chemistry. his schedule this term has him in anatomy lab until 12am on tuesday nights, playing with brains. as if anatomy lab wasn't creepy enough in the daytime.
• happy valentine's day!
  joel studied hormones (ironic, huh?), and i painted the bathroom. we're such hopeless romantics (and i do mean hopeless).
• welcome to ikea. resistance is futile.
  we caved in. in january, we went to ikea and bought furniture. from ikea. i feel assimilated into the hopeless wormhole of decor trendiness (but functionally cute).
• me, domestic
  i'm cooking good food without exploding things. i'm keeping the house cleaner than ever before. i'm cutting people's hair. i actually care about the arrangement of my furniture for the first time in my life. something kicked in at my 22nd birthday, and it's weirding me out. i think i need to go make a mess or do something impractical - i'm scaring myself.
  
  

honey, i'm home!

did you miss me?

here's a pic, circa 1994ish, which is really only here because i haven't blogged in forever and don't currently have access to anything else.


i'm the fabulous one. totally anticipated the bug-eye sunglasses trend by about 15 years. (doesn't chip have cute knees?)