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...
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