So Marc's sister Marci and her boyfriend Nate are visiting us (yay!) [more to come on their visit later] and Marc was talking to her this morning. He was kidding around about something and says "I'm just joking sweetie". Upon realizing he had just called his sister sweetie Marc decided he needed to start hanging around with more girls because he realized the only girl he hangs out with is me.
So if you're a girl who is willing to hang out with Marc (and possibly be called sweetie), please inquire within!
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Bug bites...we hope...
As Marc and I were sleepily bumbling around the mud room on Tuesday morning getting Tucker and Lily's food bowls ready I mentioned that I had a bug bite on my wrist. Marc said he had one too and showed me one on his leg. Normally this wouldn't be cause for a blog entry (a blogtry?) but since we had just woken up one could only assume we had both gotten these bug bites during the previous several hours...while we were sleeping...in bed.
I immediately went all Manchurian Candidate and assumed that someone (the government?) implanted RFID chips in us as some sort of a larger plan to track our movements, etc. Marc calmly suggested that perhaps we just had a bug in the room/bed.
What? Ick. Seriously? Gross! I'd rather have the government sneaking into my house while I sleep and implanting tech devices in my body than have a bug in my bed. Eeeesh.
I have no idea how to solve this problem (either the bug or the RFID chip in my body).
My wrist is itchy...
I immediately went all Manchurian Candidate and assumed that someone (the government?) implanted RFID chips in us as some sort of a larger plan to track our movements, etc. Marc calmly suggested that perhaps we just had a bug in the room/bed.
What? Ick. Seriously? Gross! I'd rather have the government sneaking into my house while I sleep and implanting tech devices in my body than have a bug in my bed. Eeeesh.
I have no idea how to solve this problem (either the bug or the RFID chip in my body).
My wrist is itchy...
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
New Shoes
They say girls love shoes (I'll reference Carrie Bradshaw here, if I may). I'll admit I went most of my life only wearing sneakers and flip flops. Recently I've ventured into heels, boots, etc. This happened mostly after I got out of high school/college and was required to dress nicely for the office and began to be invited to "grown up" events that required more than jeans, sneakers, and sweatshirts. The pro to this is that now my jeans last longer, the con is that I own more footwear. If we're being honest I still don't wear most of the shoes I own, but at least I'm ready for any occasion (note to self: conduct a shoe purge after posting this entry).
Girls also love when boys get new shoes. I love Marc to bits and pieces and I would do anything for this guy. I will never understand his footwear decisions and habits. Marc owns a pair of Teva sandals. He loves these things. What's not to love? They're comfy, practical footwear! Marc has had this pair of sandals since high school (11 years he tells me) and wore them every single day of his senior year of high school. These things smell. They smell so bad that my mere wordsmithing on this blog can not do it justice. Anyway, he finally bought new Teva sandals this Spring (thank you Jesus). The old ones are still safely tucked away in the closet though (we can scare our future children with them or something).
Marc has a pair of slippers from L. L. Bean that he got for Christmas in 2008 - he loves them (they're warm and comfy) and he wore them pretty much every day (he even tried to wear them to the dance classes we took before our wedding, but he was caught before we got too far from the house!) until about three weeks ago. He sent Tucker to fetch them and when he got them there was a small tooth hole in the one. We ordered him new slippers (typically we wouldn't do this for one small tooth hole, but as stated earlier...he wore them nearly everday...new ones were needed).
He also has a pair of green sneakers. He wears these sneakers for everything. Work. Church. Park Class. Lawn mowing. Our wedding. (completely kidding about that last one...I think...I wasn't really looking at his feet...). I was getting embarrassed when he'd wear these "things" to church. I know it's not about what's on the outside or that people could even see his feet while he's up on stage, but I knew he was wearing them. I knew that he looked spiffy and handsome all dressed up until you got to his feet where he resembled a homeless man. I made a statement. Marc we're buying you new green shoes. I don't care how much it costs we are buying you new ones and getting rid of those...things. We looked online - gadzooks! They didn't have his size in stock (universe why do you hate me?!). Marc knew I was serious so he checked the box to be notified via email when his size in the color he wanted were available. They came last week. They were too big (oh for the love of pete). They overnighted him a new pair. They fit (yay!). This picture doesn't quite do it justice:
Girls also love when boys get new shoes. I love Marc to bits and pieces and I would do anything for this guy. I will never understand his footwear decisions and habits. Marc owns a pair of Teva sandals. He loves these things. What's not to love? They're comfy, practical footwear! Marc has had this pair of sandals since high school (11 years he tells me) and wore them every single day of his senior year of high school. These things smell. They smell so bad that my mere wordsmithing on this blog can not do it justice. Anyway, he finally bought new Teva sandals this Spring (thank you Jesus). The old ones are still safely tucked away in the closet though (we can scare our future children with them or something).
Marc has a pair of slippers from L. L. Bean that he got for Christmas in 2008 - he loves them (they're warm and comfy) and he wore them pretty much every day (he even tried to wear them to the dance classes we took before our wedding, but he was caught before we got too far from the house!) until about three weeks ago. He sent Tucker to fetch them and when he got them there was a small tooth hole in the one. We ordered him new slippers (typically we wouldn't do this for one small tooth hole, but as stated earlier...he wore them nearly everday...new ones were needed).
He also has a pair of green sneakers. He wears these sneakers for everything. Work. Church. Park Class. Lawn mowing. Our wedding. (completely kidding about that last one...I think...I wasn't really looking at his feet...). I was getting embarrassed when he'd wear these "things" to church. I know it's not about what's on the outside or that people could even see his feet while he's up on stage, but I knew he was wearing them. I knew that he looked spiffy and handsome all dressed up until you got to his feet where he resembled a homeless man. I made a statement. Marc we're buying you new green shoes. I don't care how much it costs we are buying you new ones and getting rid of those...things. We looked online - gadzooks! They didn't have his size in stock (universe why do you hate me?!). Marc knew I was serious so he checked the box to be notified via email when his size in the color he wanted were available. They came last week. They were too big (oh for the love of pete). They overnighted him a new pair. They fit (yay!). This picture doesn't quite do it justice:
New sneaker (L) - Old sneaker (R)
My sweet, sweet husband now has new sandals, slippers, and sneakers to last him for another ten years...
Halloween in May
This was my view at the breakfast table this morning:
Note the look of concentration on his face as he wields the knife...
The finished work of art:
Happy Halloween? Happy Mayoween?
Warming up to the idea
I think Marc is really liking this blog idea now (see earlier posts if you need explanation). Now when something happens in our life he yells "Blog it!" as an indication that I should take careful note of what is going on and write about it later.
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Tucker's Sweet Vertical
This is what the Pensyl's do for Friday afternoon entertainment... You may have seen this video floating around on facebook, but Tucker asked if I could stick it on the blog too. In case you can't quite catch it Marc is giving the "Fetch" command...
Beetle Wings
The other night I was going to remove my wedding rings for a moment so they didn't get dirty and gunky while I was doing something. Marc yells, "Don't remove your wings...rings!" I laughed and said "Wings?" and Marc goes, "I could say 'your angel wings' right here but instead I'm going to go with 'beetle wings'. Don't remove your beetle wings."
Juan?
So this morning I walked into the bathroom after Marc had taken his shower and was brushing his teeth. The bathroom was steamy and since it's the first nice day we've had in awhile I opened the bathroom window a few inches to de-steam and let some fresh air in.
Marc turns around and opens the window all the way, leans on the window sill and yells, "Juan? Juan!" as he swivels his head from left to right looking around.
I say, "Juan?"
Marc goes, "Yeah. Juan Valdez. I want some coffee."
I completely died laughing. This guy makes me laugh so much and I love it!
Marc turns around and opens the window all the way, leans on the window sill and yells, "Juan? Juan!" as he swivels his head from left to right looking around.
I say, "Juan?"
Marc goes, "Yeah. Juan Valdez. I want some coffee."
I completely died laughing. This guy makes me laugh so much and I love it!
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Weekend Rewind
Ahhhh I have a few quiet minutes while Lily and Tucker nap and Marc is at band practice. We had a wild weekend in the Pensyl house and I thought I'd take a minute to share!
Friday was my birthday and even though we had to work I was at Harvest Fields working on HSM "stuff". You know it's bad when your second job is your stress relief from your first one. Mom and Dad came over for dinner and Marc made "Girl Scout Mozzarella Things" - it's a Powers family classic. I love them. I could eat millions of them in one sitting. It's too hard to explain them, but just know they're good. Come over and request them for dinner sometime if you're interested.
I opened my cards from Marc, Lily, and Tucker
Then I opened my present and it was bags and BAGS AND BAGS of trail mix!!
I've been on a trail mix kick for several months now and Marc knew just what to get me to make me smile! Afterward we all headed to Myers Dairy for ice cream! Woohoo! Goooo Mint Flake! Then we stopped by a carnival and were going to ride a few rides and play some games, but the Boy Scouts are running a major scam. I mean dang I thought their popcorn was expensive, but the prices at this carnival were out of control.
On Saturday I bought myself some tank tops for $5 AND saved 10%. Just call me Dealfinder Pensyl. Then there was this whole bird incident, but as I just told Maryn the story over Skype I realized it doesn't have a happy ending so it's not worth typing. A bird was hurt, we tried to save it, it died. I hope we fare better when tending to our future children. Then I headed to "help" the girls get ready for the Junior Prom. I put help in quotes because I actually did nothing but eat food and spray some hair spray so I feel like I really can't take credit. They look b-e-a-u-tiful! What babes. I just know the guys were drooling (could be due to the amount of hair spray, but we'll assume it's because of the way they looked).
Sunday was Mother's Day and after church we took Mom to Texas Roadhouse (this is apparently her favorite restaurant, I just discovered this about two weeks ago). We bought her a hanging basket full of different types of flowers and gave hugs and kisses too!
End scene. That was it - crazy and busy, but that's how we roll here :) Now I think I'll head upstairs to enjoy some of that trail mix....
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Blogcovery
Oh no! People have discovered the blog! I mean, that's a good thing! That is the ultimate goal of having a blog, but now there is pressure to post! :) That's ok I like talking so blog posting (blogsting?) should be a piece of cake.
Not now though, I'm off to iron. Some how everything I own decided to wrinkle simultaneously. This is no job for Downy Wrinkle Releaser. I'm going to have to handle this the old fashion way.
Erin - I think I fixed the commenting - does it work?
Not now though, I'm off to iron. Some how everything I own decided to wrinkle simultaneously. This is no job for Downy Wrinkle Releaser. I'm going to have to handle this the old fashion way.
Erin - I think I fixed the commenting - does it work?
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
An eggcellent kind of love
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
You have a little something on your chin
Marc and I had tomato soup, among other things, for dinner tonight. I never ate tomato soup growing up - I think this is because my mom didn't like it. When I went to college and starting buying my own food I realized there was an entire world of food that I never knew about. Don't get me wrong I love, LOVE, my mom's cooking but I now realize that if she didn't like something she didn't make it so there was a world of food that I was never introduced to until I met Marc (i.e. The Brain).
Marc makes the best tomato soup. What's that you say? It's from a can? Well yes, but it's what he adds that makes it so good. I can't give away all of his secrets, just know that it's good. If you want some then come over (bring dessert).
So as we're eating tonight Marc got a little tomato soup on his chin and this is how the rest of dinner went:
Sara: "Oh honey you have a little bit of soup in your beard"
Marc: "Oh"
Sara looks down at her bowl to get another spoonful, looks up again and Marc has even more soup on his face, she starts to laugh and closes her eyes as she laughs. When she opens her eyes and looks again he is covered in tomato soup from his nose to his chin. Sara is laughing hysterically at this point and when she opens her eyes Marc has tomato soup smeared all over his face and a spoon print on his forehead. The spoon print really did Sara in. She's literally dying now, trying to gasp for air (this whole thing took her by surprise so she didn't have a full lungful going into this). She manages to signal to Marc to go look at himself in the mirror. Marc walks over, looks at himself and laughs.
Marc: "My whole face kind of smells like throw up. This might be turning me off from tomato soup."
You have to understand that this is the second time he's done this to me. The other time was about two years ago with enchiladas. I'm so lucky to have a husband who will literally do anything to make me laugh :) I've always said that Marc and I laugh well together - one of the many intangible ways I know this is best love on earth!
Marc makes the best tomato soup. What's that you say? It's from a can? Well yes, but it's what he adds that makes it so good. I can't give away all of his secrets, just know that it's good. If you want some then come over (bring dessert).
So as we're eating tonight Marc got a little tomato soup on his chin and this is how the rest of dinner went:
Sara: "Oh honey you have a little bit of soup in your beard"
Marc: "Oh"
Sara looks down at her bowl to get another spoonful, looks up again and Marc has even more soup on his face, she starts to laugh and closes her eyes as she laughs. When she opens her eyes and looks again he is covered in tomato soup from his nose to his chin. Sara is laughing hysterically at this point and when she opens her eyes Marc has tomato soup smeared all over his face and a spoon print on his forehead. The spoon print really did Sara in. She's literally dying now, trying to gasp for air (this whole thing took her by surprise so she didn't have a full lungful going into this). She manages to signal to Marc to go look at himself in the mirror. Marc walks over, looks at himself and laughs.
Marc: "My whole face kind of smells like throw up. This might be turning me off from tomato soup."
You have to understand that this is the second time he's done this to me. The other time was about two years ago with enchiladas. I'm so lucky to have a husband who will literally do anything to make me laugh :) I've always said that Marc and I laugh well together - one of the many intangible ways I know this is best love on earth!
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