Totally generic post here, friends. These are the days when not much crazy happens and I don’t have many stories to tell. I could tell you how Jason and I sat here watching the episodes of Big Bang Theory that we were behind on, or how he tried to tickle me, and I threatened bodily harm because I really hate tickling. Or I could tell you how I sat here hulling (?)… shelling? Whatever it’s called… pumpkin seeds to make them more delectable. Or there’s always the fact that our van keeps dying, and I’m pretty sure it needs a new battery because it starts back up when we jump it. Or maybe how my brother was on the front page of the newspaper today in our local paper for his work. Mostly I’m just going to tell you it’s a generic post, and perhaps I’ll have something more interesting tomorrow.
Currently freezing my heinie off in Oregon right now. Fall/winter is here to stay.
Things to note about this weekend.
*My Ducks kicked Husky behind, LIKE I KNEW THEY WOULD. That was awesomeness.
*I did zero painting. I have a canvas staring at me, and I haven’t made time for it. I think this is a travesty.
*We are all suffering from a weird stomach virus thing. I’ve had it for a week, and I’m just about ready to swallow a tapeworm if it would mean all of this would go away.
*All downtime this weekend was spent either watching old movies OR episodes of Psych on Netflix. We have 15 episodes to go (which means we’ve watched 63 eps), and then we’ll be sad and have to wait to watch the season that’s on USA right now. I’m not sure what Jason is going to do with himself.
*Christmas is just around the bend. I’ve got to get cracking on some projects!
*This will go down as the world’s most boring post ever on this blog. D’oh!
… obviously got a hold of my phone.
I just drank a glass of V8 (which will probably kill me), ate a Big Mama Pickled Sausage that I bought at the gas station (which will kill me and should because who really eats these things? Apparently me after a long day that I can’t talk about) and ate a Goo-Goo Cluster that my mom brought me home from Nashville, where she was at for a conference all this week. These three things, combined with the night-time Tylenol I will definitely be taking will likely give me (a) crazy, strange dreams; (b) kill me; or (c) give me super powers. It’s a gamble, but it’s a risk I was willing to take, I guess.
Honestly though, it gave me a huge stomach ache, but it was on top of my already ridiculous stomach ache and issues that I’ve been dealing with FOR ALMOST A WEEK now. I kind of just did a grab blindly and came out with those three items. And then ate them. Challenge accepted. And my stomach is now screaming at me that I can’t handle the processed disgustingness that I just ingested because I have the constitution of a butterfly (that is assuming that butterflies have weak constitutions. My knowledge of the animal and bug worlds is sadly limited, so I’ll just make things up as I go along, and if it sounds right, pretend it’s true. See? Girls can be good at science too!). I’d like to have the constitution of my husband, who can LITERALLY pick up disgusting things like poop and pee and vomit (whether it be from animals or people) with one hand while never missing a bite of the sandwich he’s holding in his other hand. SERIOUSLY. I watched him clean up dog vomit and continue eating his sandwich once. If I hadn’t been so disgusted, I would have applauded. Because that’s just gross. And kind of heroic. Especially coming from someone like myself that gags at the sight, sound, story or even thought of gross things. Gag and then throw up. I’ve done it over gross stories, gross thoughts and even gross things. Heck, watching Jason pick up the vomit while eating did it to me. And that is apparently what makes our marriage work.