Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Welcome to the land of crazy

I miss the blog! I know it hasn't really been that long since I posted but I've just been too busy to even think about blogging and it makes me sad. I don't want the blog to die. Ever! When blogging goes out of style I think a little piece of my heart will break.

Anyway, I'm pretty tired, but I hosted book club tonight and since the "boys" were in bed when everyone left I found myself downstairs with a little bit of quiet time and I thought I would try and write a little something up.

But not much is coming to me. Wanna hear about my week?

Well, I've been trying to clean our spare/junk/craft explosion room. It's not going very well. One small success is that I've finally organized my crocheting stuff. You know how I love to crochet after all. Guess what I found.

No less than three (3) striped blue and white scarves.

All of them unfinished (among many other unfinished projects).

Clearly I thought the blue and white striped thing was brilliant and original each time I started a new scarf and then realized I would never wear it and abandoned it only to start a new one months (years?) later. No wonder Tyson thinks I'm crazy. I most likely am.

Also, Tyson and I tried to go on a date this week. With the kid. It was probably doomed before it even began but we thought we would give it a shot.

Our first idea was to go to the less expensive movie theatre because if the boy acted up we could leave and not feel guilty about wasting a ton of money at the movies.

Well, the acting up began before we could even get out the door so we nixed that thought. Ok, how about bowling? That way we can just transfer the baby between us as we take our turns.

Nope, an hour wait for a lane blew that idea out of the water.

How about mini golf?

Denied. Indoor mini golf course - vanished, gone, poof, out of business I imagine.

Fine, we'll rent a movie, order pizza and just go home.

Put the movie in the player and... bad disk.

:-(

Luckily Tyson got it to play on the laptop so all was not lost. And at the end of the day I think we both had a good time.

Sorry that the title of this post made you think it would be a good one, but it's not. I'm going to keep writing anyway, but not for much longer.

I tried to have a photo shoot with the boy.

He's such a trooper.

A trooper who is still slightly lacking in upper body strength. Good thing the ladies aren't quite looking for that yet.

And finally, I'll finish this post off with a horrible horrible picture of me from when Tyson and I were engaged. One that I vowed to never show anyone, but alas, the hour is late and what used to seem hideous now seems funny. I'll most likely regret this in the morning.

I know, right? I am so lucky that he didn't take the ring back after this. He looks so studly and tan and I? A little slice of crazy. Can't say he didn't know what he was getting in to.

P.S. I'm finally using the new editor on blogger and I cannot see a spell check button. Is there one? Having no spell check totally stresses me out.

Amen and goodnight.

6 comments:

  1. Mari, you couldn't look horrible. I always have pictures of myself that I think I look hideous and Eric always says "Oh I really like that picture of you" Well I am glad he loves me:)

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  2. You must take into account that a lot of your female relatives have lots of unfinished projects stashed in various places in their houses. Me, too. Oh well, I will finish them tomorrow.

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  3. Thanks for hosting last night, it was fun! The picture isn't that bad, you look happy.

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  4. We miss you too when you don't blog! You are gorgeous!

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  5. LOL I love you Mari. you rock.

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  6. Know what you mean about trying for a date night with a kid. One we did was have a slumber party in front of the TV. We put the baby to bed, rented a couple of movies, got popcorn, junk food, and hot chocolate, piles a bunch of blankets and pillows all over the floor and bedded down for the night. So much fun!! It's a great date that you don't have to stress over.

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