It's time for the first addition to our family!
A pet! I made you a little nervous, huh? It's time for a vote. Which kind of pet should we adopt? We went to the animal shelter yesterday and here are our top choices:
-Joe Moe: a brown, short-haired tabby cat. When we got to the shelter, he was definitely trying to get our attention. As soon as we opened the cage door, he crawled onto my chest to be held. Definitely a sweetheart!
-Horatio: a terrier/schnauzer mix. He was such a sweet, snuggly looking lap-dog. He was calm...a people, er dog-watcher.
-Macy: a beagle/blue healer mix. She is a medium sized dog that snuggled up to my hand when I pet her, but was ready for a good run when we went for a walk. Seems like a good mix of energetic, but peaceful.
-Putnam: a black dachshund! I opened the cage and he darted off in his little sweater. By the time I caught him, he was shaking and scared. I picked him up and he burrowed into my neck. His nerves calmed a bit as I held him.
Okay, in making your selection, try to disregard the fact that one of them is named Horatio. How awesome is that?! We want to even the playing field as much as possible.
Rock the Vote!
The Woes of NOT Making Babies
I've always had a beef with women being the ones responsible for ensuring the existence of a childless life until a couple is ready to conceive. Meanwhile, men go about enseminating whatever they please. It's just a fact that men are irresponsible and women are nags, so the duty falls to the woman. I bet doctor's have already come up with male contriceptives, but quickly realized that, with men in the driver's seat, the world would quickly become even more overpopulated than it already is. It's really not an option, you see.
At the risk of sounding man hating, I will amend my statement by reminding my faithful readers that, while my husband is a neenerhead at times, he is a loving, sweet man. In addition, I occassionally may be the slightest bit of an airhead. It's rare...but it does happen. So, we'll call it even.
The most recent episode was a couple weeks ago. I was about to start a new pack of good ole BC pills. If you've ever seen a standard pack, you know there are four rows of seven pills each....three "active" rows, and one placebo row. My particular pack has rows that are all different colors. So, they are difficult to dicifer.....if you don't read the labels.....which I didn't. I was in a hurry one morning, and popped out the first pills, and continued to do so for the next five days. By the end of the week, Mr. Twentysomething brought my pills to me and showed me a quite unfortunate sight. In my early-morning haste, I had flipped my pill pack upside down and had been taking the placebo pills for almost a full week. Are you catching the problem?
I called the doctor (who laughed at me) and now my privileges are suspended for a month. Not only that...but who knows what other surprises could await me in nine months??? I'll keep you posted.
How do you feel about the issue? Should men be equally responsible for baby control? Is there a particular BC that you favor?
New Layout!
I have selected a new layout! Lucky for me, there are people who do it for you because I have zero html skills. While I feel that an aspiring blogger should have some, I have no desire to learn which creates quite the predicament.
I chose the houses because that's where one lives in adultland. But, you'll also notice that they are drawn in a really childlike way. That's right where I'm at in life...stuck between adultland and childville...and this causes my sun to frown. See all the thought that went into my selection? I really chose it for the pink stripes though. Since I live with a boy now, my usage of pink in decorating has been severely limited.
I think when we get a house with an extra room, I'll turn it into an obnoxiously pink reading nook. Everything sounds cuter and more quaint when you add "nook" to it, don't you think?
I chose the houses because that's where one lives in adultland. But, you'll also notice that they are drawn in a really childlike way. That's right where I'm at in life...stuck between adultland and childville...and this causes my sun to frown. See all the thought that went into my selection? I really chose it for the pink stripes though. Since I live with a boy now, my usage of pink in decorating has been severely limited.
I think when we get a house with an extra room, I'll turn it into an obnoxiously pink reading nook. Everything sounds cuter and more quaint when you add "nook" to it, don't you think?
Love and Boogers
Today Mr.TwentySomething and discussing an article I had been given a few years ago. We found it as we were going through our bedroom and trying to de-clutter in order to finally decorate after eight months!
The article is entitled "Passive Men and Wild Women." The idea is that men, in their relationship with their wives, tend to be inactive, inarticulate, and withdrawn...PASSIVE. Women, in turn, puts on the pressure in order to feel some kind of connectedness, which causes her husband to retreat further. It finally ends with the remedy. First is the realization that men and women are different. At times, we must try to see things from a different viewpoint And second, it takes hard work. This is how the author explains it, "It's not just talking; it’s also listening. And not just listening, but also hearing. Not just hearing, but also responding, calmly and kindly." In other words, acting unselfishly in your partnership.
Speaking of the difference between men and women, here's how our conversation ended:
Me: That was such a good article! We should save it and read over it every now and then.
Mr. T: I just threw it in the trash and put a booger on it.
The article is entitled "Passive Men and Wild Women." The idea is that men, in their relationship with their wives, tend to be inactive, inarticulate, and withdrawn...PASSIVE. Women, in turn, puts on the pressure in order to feel some kind of connectedness, which causes her husband to retreat further. It finally ends with the remedy. First is the realization that men and women are different. At times, we must try to see things from a different viewpoint And second, it takes hard work. This is how the author explains it, "It's not just talking; it’s also listening. And not just listening, but also hearing. Not just hearing, but also responding, calmly and kindly." In other words, acting unselfishly in your partnership.
Speaking of the difference between men and women, here's how our conversation ended:
Me: That was such a good article! We should save it and read over it every now and then.
Mr. T: I just threw it in the trash and put a booger on it.
S-O-S!
Can anyone out there in blog land give me some tips on how to format or otherwise improve upon my blog? I'm the kind of girl that does want to have to read about it. You know the type...they get a new phone, but refuse to read the operation manual. Instead, they decided to mess around with it until they figure it out....or permanently lock their phone so they have to call the company to get it activated again. That's me.
Any help would be appreciated!
Any help would be appreciated!
The Golden Globes
We watched the Golden Globes a couple nights ago and spent some time developing a few fashion rules.
Rule Number One: If you're over 40, dress like it.
Exhibit A:
And, during my research, look what I came across. This is Jennifer from the Golden Globes a few years ago.
Now, I love Jen as much as the next girl at the hair salon, but these are some really unfortunate fashion decisions. Obviously she has fired her stylist....or her stylist is a hooker.
Rule Number Two: If you have breasts the size of Pluto, you are not allowed to wear a dress cut down to your knees.
Not Okay.
Rule Number Three: Leave your curtains at home.
That completes our comprehensive list. Learn it. Live it. Message me for my mailing address if you'd like to send a thank-you card.
On that note, I'll leave you with the ever classy, Kate Winslet. This is how an age-appropriate woman SHOULD dress:
Rule Number One: If you're over 40, dress like it.
Exhibit A:
And, during my research, look what I came across. This is Jennifer from the Golden Globes a few years ago.
Now, I love Jen as much as the next girl at the hair salon, but these are some really unfortunate fashion decisions. Obviously she has fired her stylist....or her stylist is a hooker.
Rule Number Two: If you have breasts the size of Pluto, you are not allowed to wear a dress cut down to your knees.
Not Okay.
Rule Number Three: Leave your curtains at home.
That completes our comprehensive list. Learn it. Live it. Message me for my mailing address if you'd like to send a thank-you card.
On that note, I'll leave you with the ever classy, Kate Winslet. This is how an age-appropriate woman SHOULD dress:
Adultland
I always knew that I'd be a really good grown-up. I'm an old soul, or so I'm told. While everyone was being rebellious in high school and out partying in college, I was dreaming of a cozy little home to come back to after a long day of saving the world via social work. My friends were busy working their way up the popularity totem pole while I lamented the world's seeming lack of kindred spirits.
Okay, I suppose I'm making myself sound like a complete nerd. I wasn't a nerd, per se, I just refused to follow the crowd when it came to ridiculous adolescent behavior. It caused me a lot of grief. I always had conflicting emotions between what popular culture said I should be like and who I really was or wanted to be. Still, I never compromised. Sometimes I feel the urge to make up for it a bit...but I'm all too sensible for that.
Instead, I waited out my time. It's steadily gotten better, and now I'm at a place I love. High school....blah. College....definitely not a bad time. Adultland....I'm hitting my stride. I hear that once you become a thirty something, most of that nagging self-consciousness goes away. One can only dream. For now, TwentySomething is just peachy.
Okay, I suppose I'm making myself sound like a complete nerd. I wasn't a nerd, per se, I just refused to follow the crowd when it came to ridiculous adolescent behavior. It caused me a lot of grief. I always had conflicting emotions between what popular culture said I should be like and who I really was or wanted to be. Still, I never compromised. Sometimes I feel the urge to make up for it a bit...but I'm all too sensible for that.
Instead, I waited out my time. It's steadily gotten better, and now I'm at a place I love. High school....blah. College....definitely not a bad time. Adultland....I'm hitting my stride. I hear that once you become a thirty something, most of that nagging self-consciousness goes away. One can only dream. For now, TwentySomething is just peachy.
