How do I know I love my husband?

We can sit in a restaurant and overhear someone talking about Temple of Doom and both of us are whispering corrections to what the guy is saying back and forth. Then we start giggling at how they can’t remember Carrie Fisher played Princess Leia.

And then, THEN we discuss dropping in on a game at Gen Con guerilla style, despite not having a hotel room, because we love this particular game THAT MUCH.

And we both love Cabin Pressure because it’s a nice little comedy where no one is truly evil to each other — much like Parks and Recreation.

That’s how I know I married the right man for me.

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Watching the odometer spin to 13,505

Another year older and none the wiser, I suppose. Today was a pretty good day for turning 37:

  1. I got to take two naps today!
  2. Mom came up to visit and basically hang out with the kid while I dozed and ranted to the mister about Star Trek (and he gets why I’m upset — unlike one friend of mine who attempted a logic argument, but whatever. It’s not like I changed my mind) and figured out what to do for dinner.
  3. Saw Star Trek (both the mister and my friends paid for the ticket, aborting my attempt to pay for a different movie and then sneak into Star Trek. The mister said that’s not what adults do. I said it was my birthday and I can do what I want. Then other people paid for the ticket). Frankly,I think that Iron Man 3 was better storywise, pacing and directing. While Iron Man may be ten minutes longer, I feel like the story and structure didn’t drag like Star Trek in certain areas.
  4. The mister and I agree that while Cumberbatch was good in Star Trek (really, every time I saw him onscreen, I kept thinking of Naveen Andrews), it wasn’t much different than Sherlock. “In Sherlock, he’s cold and intellectual,” the mister said. “In Star Trek — he’s cold and intellectual.” Referencing Cabin Pressure, we both wished we could see him do a comedy a la Something Wild. 
  5. Got some lovely little presents from the kid — a veggie brush and a pot scraper, which, while small, are no less important than anything else. It’s something she picked and took great care in choosing, which is just adorable. I will use the tools with pride.
  6. I have just eaten probably the best steak in town and have had the best glass of pinot noir I’ve ever had. And the restaurant gave me a free sundae for my birthday. Woot. Woot. My burps taste great.

All in all, not a bad day. Quiet and lazy, which is what I like. Tomorrow I may continue in my rampage and get a pedicure and a manicure, but that’s because I like getting my feet done and pretty toes are always nice.

I keep thinking about that dream I had in the past and I know that the coming year is going to be some big risks. And yet, I’m happy about that. I think that I’m ready to take on another big project and no matter what, I have faith that we’re strong enough to handle it.

So bring it 37. I can take it.

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That’s the Marquette Interchange in downtown Milwaukee (post-reconstruction). I have an irrational fear of that interchange that I overcome everytime I drive it. The fear started when I was in high school and I’d go downtown with a friend to the Fuel coffee shop and drink coffee and smoke clove cigarettes (never inhaling, because I just couldn’t) and we’d head home. As we’d hit the curve (seen above, the top most-one), he’d idly say, “I wonder what would happen if I hit the wall and we just went over.” I knew he was joking, so I never was afraid of him doing it, but as I got older, I got a weird anxiety thing about heights. I love and hate them simultaneously — I love the free-fall of roller coasters, I’ve contemplated sky diving and tend to stand on ledges, looking down, despite the heart-pounding sense of vertigo I get while my lizard brain screams that I need to get the fuck out of there. I’ve talked to the mister about it, and he gets my fear and why my hands shake a little when I take the curve to head to my mom’s house after going to the museums downtown. And we both know logically it can’t happen, given the speed and physics of the car in motion. The guard rails are rated to catch semis. A Subaru Outback will be just fine.  But the hindbrain? Yeah….logic don’t work there. So where am I going with this? Last night I had a weird dream, rather two dreams it felt like. The first one was that we (all of us, me, the mister and the kid) were driving and like that bus in Speed, we had to leap over a chasm — like the interchange above — to get to the other side of the road. We didn’t make it. The second was that we hit the curve of the interchange and the car flipped. I remember grabbing my daughter’s hand as we hit the wall and felt us fly over, telling her “everything was going to be OK.” I wasn’t sure if I believed it, but in those cases, I will become a FABULOUS liar to keep everyone from losing their shit. Amusingly, the car flew through the air, a la Blues Brothers, hit the ground in a neighborhood, flipped three times and we landed right side up. Perfectly fine. Little shaken and scared, but we were alive with no scratches at all. It was like the All State Mayhem commercials. Now, you don’t need a PhD in symbolism to know what that means. My birthday is coming up and I have a feeling that next year is going to be a chaotic, crazy year, but we will be fine. Things might get wrecked, but we’ll come out all right. The mister? When I told him? He said “It’s just proof that Subarus are good cars.”

That’s the Marquette Interchange in downtown Milwaukee (post-reconstruction). I have an irrational fear of that interchange that I overcome everytime I drive it.

The fear started when I was in high school and I’d go downtown with a friend to the Fuel coffee shop and drink coffee and smoke clove cigarettes (never inhaling, because I just couldn’t) and we’d head home. As we’d hit the curve (seen above, the top most-one), he’d idly say, “I wonder what would happen if I hit the wall and we just went over.”

I knew he was joking, so I never was afraid of him doing it, but as I got older, I got a weird anxiety thing about heights. I love and hate them simultaneously — I love the free-fall of roller coasters, I’ve contemplated sky diving and tend to stand on ledges, looking down, despite the heart-pounding sense of vertigo I get while my lizard brain screams that I need to get the fuck out of there.

I’ve talked to the mister about it, and he gets my fear and why my hands shake a little when I take the curve to head to my mom’s house after going to the museums downtown. And we both know logically it can’t happen, given the speed and physics of the car in motion. The guard rails are rated to catch semis. A Subaru Outback will be just fine. 

But the hindbrain? Yeah….logic don’t work there.

So where am I going with this? Last night I had a weird dream, rather two dreams it felt like.

The first one was that we (all of us, me, the mister and the kid) were driving and like that bus in Speed, we had to leap over a chasm — like the interchange above — to get to the other side of the road. We didn’t make it.

The second was that we hit the curve of the interchange and the car flipped. I remember grabbing my daughter’s hand as we hit the wall and felt us fly over, telling her “everything was going to be OK.” I wasn’t sure if I believed it, but in those cases, I will become a FABULOUS liar to keep everyone from losing their shit.

Amusingly, the car flew through the air, a la Blues Brothers, hit the ground in a neighborhood, flipped three times and we landed right side up. Perfectly fine. Little shaken and scared, but we were alive with no scratches at all.

It was like the All State Mayhem commercials.

Now, you don’t need a PhD in symbolism to know what that means. My birthday is coming up and I have a feeling that next year is going to be a chaotic, crazy year, but we will be fine. Things might get wrecked, but we’ll come out all right.

The mister? When I told him? He said “It’s just proof that Subarus are good cars.”

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Happy Mother’s Day to all the moms out there. My day was all right — got to go out for breakfast at the Mexican joint around the corner (Carne Asada and eggs along with French Toast? Nom!). Most places do a huge buffet thing with mimosas, but this was perfect for me. Good coffee, hanging out with the family and good food? That’s fine by me. Really it was just a quiet day at home. I managed to get a nap in (was up too late last night discussing the Star Trek spoiler with a friend who is about as aghast as I am and also torn on the whole thing), while the kid and the mister followed a treasure map in Skyrim.  Then there was a soccer game, which was fun. I never thought I’d be the type of person to sit on a field, screaming her kid on as she kicks a ball down the field, but I am. And she’s getting better and better all the time. Instead of kicking the ball once, picking flowers and smacking her coach on the ass, the kid is now attempting to pass and block and gets mad when she gets pulled out so a teammate can have a turn. So yeah, that was my day. How are y’all doing?

Happy Mother’s Day to all the moms out there. My day was all right — got to go out for breakfast at the Mexican joint around the corner (Carne Asada and eggs along with French Toast? Nom!). Most places do a huge buffet thing with mimosas, but this was perfect for me. Good coffee, hanging out with the family and good food? That’s fine by me.

Really it was just a quiet day at home. I managed to get a nap in (was up too late last night discussing the Star Trek spoiler with a friend who is about as aghast as I am and also torn on the whole thing), while the kid and the mister followed a treasure map in Skyrim. 

Then there was a soccer game, which was fun. I never thought I’d be the type of person to sit on a field, screaming her kid on as she kicks a ball down the field, but I am. And she’s getting better and better all the time. Instead of kicking the ball once, picking flowers and smacking her coach on the ass, the kid is now attempting to pass and block and gets mad when she gets pulled out so a teammate can have a turn.

So yeah, that was my day. How are y’all doing?

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The older I get the more I realize I’ve helped dispose of a lot of bodies.

I wonder if I can put that on a resume.

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sproid replied to your post: *more flop*

Awwww poor turtle. And poor you, all that hard work. You shoud hug each other. Or you should hug the turtle, idk how well a turtle hugs back.

I wouldn’t hug an aquatic turtle. They tend to be covered with salmonella and I don’t feel like messing around with that. 

It’s work that I’ve been meaning to do for awhile and avoided. But I had to knuckle down and do it and I finally did (of course this would happen when the mister’s job decided to be a cockmunch). Sometimes you have to just suck it up and do the damn job. 

I’m happy with what was done though. It looks great and hopefully we’ll be getting the turtle outside soon again so she can enjoy the sun. And yes, I swear, they do smile when they’re warm and happy.

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*more flop*

Finished building the turtle enclosure and put the turtle outside, only to get the news report that we are gonna have a frost warning.

So today I cleaned out the turtle tank (which was filthy, hosed it off and scrubbed), brought the basking rocks in and filled it with water to get the turtle BACK IN THE HOUSE.

She obviously didn’t want to go back in the house because she started swimming away, but it was getting cold, so she wasn’t that fast. 

So now she’s back in the house. With a clean tank. Looking…well…like a turtle. They don’t really show emotions. They just kinda float.

And we’re both waiting for when the weather gets warm so we can get her back outside in the sun.

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*flop*

Busy past couple of days. The weather has been sunny, warm and delightful and as a result, I’ve been working outdoors while the kid spends her time roaming around with the neighbors’ dogs and playing with her friends.

Today I cleaned out the rockbed around a little garden area in the front of our house and found the skeletal remains of a rabbit — specifically the top part of the skull with upper jawbone, some legbones and what looked to be hip or shoulder bones. I ended up burying it back into the dirt.

Didn’t freak out. I’ve seen rabbit corpses around here lately — I suspect a hawk, owl or a cat has been getting the rabbits as of late. It’s certainly not the neighbor’s dog, who is a sweet dog who likes to play with rabbits instead of eating them.

Also planted wave petunias in the new garden bed to coordinate with the peony bush and I potted my basil. Tomorrow may be getting the tomatoes ready for their earthboxes, but I also hope to plant some sunflowers to lure the goldfinches back to our backyard.

Oh, and finish making the protective screen for the kiddie pool so our turtle can bathe outside. Let’s hope the weather stays good.

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Went to Free Comic Book Day

Saw the kid’s classmate there, got some stuff, bought Get Jiro (I’m a sucker for Anthony Bourdain’s writing) and drooled over Young Avengers. 

Good morning so far — I have coffee in hand and the Great Gatsby soundtrack streaming (Whatever I feel about the movie, I know I love the soundtrack). Niece’s birthday this afternoon, so it’s off to MKE later. 

Yup. Good morning.

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For real. I think I’m becoming the Landlandy. Which is FUCKING AWESOME. Best example is this:  Our neighbors got a vizsla puppy who is adorable, but also very puppy in that she jumps around runs and can appear a little intimidating because she’s also not a small dog.  Not to mention, sometimes it takes her a little bit to obey a command.  So last Friday, we’re playing outside and a friend comes for the usual Friday gaming thing. The dog runs to her, ready to jump on my friend. I’m not sure whether my friend wants that, given she’s carrying food and her gaming gear, so I call the dog over. “FLUFFERKINS (totally not the dog’s name, but whatever), COME HERE.” The dog dances around my friend, preparing to jump. “FLUFFERKINS….ONE.” The dog comes over by me and sits at my feet. That’s my superpower people. I’m learning the lion’s roar. 

For real. I think I’m becoming the Landlandy. Which is FUCKING AWESOME.

Best example is this: 

Our neighbors got a vizsla puppy who is adorable, but also very puppy in that she jumps around runs and can appear a little intimidating because she’s also not a small dog.  Not to mention, sometimes it takes her a little bit to obey a command. 

So last Friday, we’re playing outside and a friend comes for the usual Friday gaming thing. The dog runs to her, ready to jump on my friend. I’m not sure whether my friend wants that, given she’s carrying food and her gaming gear, so I call the dog over.

“FLUFFERKINS (totally not the dog’s name, but whatever), COME HERE.”

The dog dances around my friend, preparing to jump.

“FLUFFERKINS….ONE.”

The dog comes over by me and sits at my feet.

That’s my superpower people. I’m learning the lion’s roar. 

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