Sunday, June 8, 2008
Please Pity Me
I have spent the last few days feeling certain that I contracted some type of black plague. How else can you explain the fact that I can no longer breathe through my nose and would like nothing more to than to sleep for days? Everyone knows those are hallmark symptoms of the black plague. Or a head cold. Whatever! Either way I feel miserable and am pretty certain that I don’t have the strength or patience to take on our 10 year old primary class today. So if you need me I will probably be wrapped up in a blanket watching the empty wall where the TV used to be. In the meantime, I wouldn’t get too close to your monitor. The Black Plague is highly contagious.
Friday, June 6, 2008
In Honor of the Broken "Man TV"
Since the TV is in the shop, we have had some extra time to work on our landscaping. Here are the before and after pictures.
Before 
During
After
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Starting to feel the void
Last year at Christmas time Spence and I debated over what we should buy each other for Christmas. I voted for some home décor items and a new wardrobe. Spencer surprisingly didn’t agree and voted for a Man TV. Somehow I gave in, and the Man TV made its way to our house.
And now that we have the TV, I have to admit that Barney and Baby Bop sure do look a lot better in a 57 inch high-def television. The truth is that I don’t watch much TV that doesn’t involve hamsters, turtles and baby chicks with speech impediments dressed in costume.
Well, here it is 6 months later and the Man TV is broken. Seriously, broken. 6 months!
This would have never happened if we would have gone with my choice and purchased some wall hangings and a new wardrobe (although, the clothes wouldn’t fit me anymore…but that’s trivial details people).
I called the magical TV doctors to get the TV fixed and the nice man on the phone informed me that it would be 10-14 days before our television would be returned. TEN TO FOURTEEN DAYS!! What are they going to do build a rocket out of the thing?
However, since it did need fixed, and I couldn’t do it myself, I politely agreed and they showed up on Saturday morning and left us with this:
In complete honesty, aside from our morning dosage of cartoons, I really haven’t missed the TV all that much. Well, until now! Brynlee and I just got home from a long day of pushing a Racecar Cart around the grocery store and arguing over what things she could and couldn’t add to my quickly growing collection in the cart. She is FINALLY taking a nap and all I want to do is sit in front of the Man TV with a glass of milk and a PB&J (it might just be the hormones talking, but it really does sound delicious).
To top it off I am truly worried about Bryn’s Spanish. I hope she doesn’t fall behind while Diego, Dora and Manny continue to teach other children to become bilingual in the context of having a monkey for a best friend while climbing up Rainbow Mountain and visiting with a socket wrench.
All I have to say is thank goodness American Idol has ended or I might be showing up at your house tonight (with my milk and sandwich) to watch Paula make a compete fool out of herself while Randy Jackson argues that the song was just alright for him, dawg, it was just alright.
And now that we have the TV, I have to admit that Barney and Baby Bop sure do look a lot better in a 57 inch high-def television. The truth is that I don’t watch much TV that doesn’t involve hamsters, turtles and baby chicks with speech impediments dressed in costume.
Well, here it is 6 months later and the Man TV is broken. Seriously, broken. 6 months!
This would have never happened if we would have gone with my choice and purchased some wall hangings and a new wardrobe (although, the clothes wouldn’t fit me anymore…but that’s trivial details people).
I called the magical TV doctors to get the TV fixed and the nice man on the phone informed me that it would be 10-14 days before our television would be returned. TEN TO FOURTEEN DAYS!! What are they going to do build a rocket out of the thing?
However, since it did need fixed, and I couldn’t do it myself, I politely agreed and they showed up on Saturday morning and left us with this:
In complete honesty, aside from our morning dosage of cartoons, I really haven’t missed the TV all that much. Well, until now! Brynlee and I just got home from a long day of pushing a Racecar Cart around the grocery store and arguing over what things she could and couldn’t add to my quickly growing collection in the cart. She is FINALLY taking a nap and all I want to do is sit in front of the Man TV with a glass of milk and a PB&J (it might just be the hormones talking, but it really does sound delicious).
To top it off I am truly worried about Bryn’s Spanish. I hope she doesn’t fall behind while Diego, Dora and Manny continue to teach other children to become bilingual in the context of having a monkey for a best friend while climbing up Rainbow Mountain and visiting with a socket wrench.
All I have to say is thank goodness American Idol has ended or I might be showing up at your house tonight (with my milk and sandwich) to watch Paula make a compete fool out of herself while Randy Jackson argues that the song was just alright for him, dawg, it was just alright.
Sunday, June 1, 2008
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