Can I Make Some Living Re-Arrangements???

Some people live with their significant other before deciding to marry or even in lieu of marriage, and while others, like me, wait until they've got the ring and the wedding to commit to living with someone day in and day out. I've heard many reasons why you should and shouldn't live with someone before marriage, but I'm glad I waited. If I would have lived with Greg before that beautiful September day... well, let's just say I'm glad I waited as long as I did.

Last night, while we were hanging out in the living room, Izzy quietly creeped over to the end table and grabbed my glass of tea, and as soon as I realized it, she had already spilled it on the floor, the wall and under the couch. (I should know better than to bring any sort of beverage within Izzy's reach.) So, I grabbed an old towel and started mopping up the mess. I moved the couch out of the way so I could sop up the puddle of tea, and I noticed something on the floor. Lots of somethings... what the heck?! Fingernail clippings. Giant Greg fingernail clippings. Gross!

I swept up seven or eight nasty fingernail clippings as I asked Greg why he had been tossing his fingernails behind the couch. Did he really think that they would never be found? He was actually proud of himself for me not finding them until now!

And right after we got married, I would do laundry and there would be just one pair of Greg's boxers in the load. This was after several days of dirty clothes had piled up. Finally after a couple of weeks, I asked him where all of his dirty underwear was... then I found out that he wears the same pair of underwear for DAYS.

Living with a guy is so disgusting sometimes. Oh, what I'd give to have my BFF Brittany as a roommate again. We were so perfect together... cooking dinner together and watching Grey's Anatomy, sleeping in her big cozy bed with our not-so-matching set of Chihuahuas, and never, NEVER having to worry about finding tiny Brittany fingernail clippings behind the couch.

Brittany, will you marry me? Ha ha! Yeah... whatever!

Sham-Wow vs. Zorbeez

Popular Mechanics actually tested out the two super-soaker towels... and Sham-Wow won, by a mile! It's pretty funny to watch the videos that follow the story... Billy Mays is so mad about the rival super-towel!

Here's a link to the article:


http://www.popularmechanics.com/blogs/home_journal_news/4309587.html



Also, a Happy Belated 13th (91st in dog years) Birthday to my Lucy Luchadora! Just three years until your sweet sixteen party... it will rival those seen on MTV... yeah, whatever!

Six Packets of Sugar, Please!

Well, I thought I'd have a lot to write about after our week in New Mexico, but it was really pretty low-key and uneventful. Don't get me wrong, we had a great time... there's just nothing really crazy to report. Greg, Izzy and I had a great flight to El Paso and a great drive to Ruidoso... Izzy cooperated and actually enjoyed travelling. On the mountain we all did a great job skiing... it took a couple of days for Shelby and I to get the hang of it, but Greg and Jimmy were pro skiers. Jimmy did a great job helping me and Shelby. And even Paw-Paw had a blast skiing... and he didn't break a bone! (I think that's cause he skied at 2 mph!)

Our evenings were spent playing games... we started off with Guesstures, and I found out that Greg would make a great mime. I would have never pictured him as a mime, but he's dang good at charades! He could act out the hardest ones perfectly! It was a close game, but Shelby and I pulled off the win! Next we played a mean hand of Texas Hold-em. Greg was the first one out and I had almost everyone's chips until they realized I was peeking at Bee-Bee's cards! Oops!

Then came the best game of all... Scattergories. There are many things I love about this game:

1. You get to write your answers on little slips of paper.

2. It's like exercise for your brain.

3. You have an opportunity to argue your answer and make the other players see your point of view.

4. It's fun to see what answers other people come up with.

It was especially fun playing with Jimmy, my 14-year-old brother-in-law. Jimmy's answers were so creative and they often sparked challenges. I just loved his answers. We rolled 'M' and the question was 'things in a suit case'. Jimmy's answer: mouth sore medicine. We rolled 'F' with the question 'things you do for leisure'. Jimmy's answer: food sculpting! Some of his other answers included ear medicine, Marriott Park and oval glasses. All very creative!

While Greg had to play the big brother role and give Jimmy a hard time for any and everything he did throughout the trip, I found that I am more like Jimmy than I thought. It was Jimmy and I that constantly pestered everyone to play games each night. And while we played those games Jimmy munched on Dr. Pepper Jelly Belly's and sipped Yoo-Hoo. (I believe I would have traded my glass of Ruidoso Red for that Yoo-Hoo!) We are both dedicated and determined, Jimmy and I. It was Jimmy that encouraged me to keep skiing and to not give up. He even skied in front of me showing me what to do! And Jimmy wasn't the only one that had "creative" answers during Scattergories... I was constantly told to cross out my answers. The real kicker was at breakfast before we left to go back to El Paso. Jimmy and I fixed our coffee at Denny's the same way... 3 or 4 creamers and about 6 packets of sugar! There's nothing wrong with me enjoying that much sugar in my coffee, right? Yeah... whatever!

Skiing... just like riding a bicycle!!!

In two days, Greg, Izzy and I will pack up and head to Ruidoso, New Mexico for a much needed week-long ski trip. Not too long ago, Greg and I were talking about skiing. He said that he's an awesome skiier even though he hasn't skiied in about ten years. I told him that I had a feeling it wasn't going to be the same as it was when he was fifteen. Then he said that skiing is just like riding a bicycle. I replied with, "riding a bicycle is not always like riding a bicycle".

My last experience on a bicycle wasn't that great... I could barely steer it in a straight line, and, yes, I fell off of it a few times. This was in college, and the last time I had ridden a bicycle before that was in 6th grade. That ride resulted in the great bike wreck of '93 and an elbow that looked like raw hamburger meat. Before that accident, I rode my bike all the time. Afterwards, I took a little break from it... about a ten year break.

Therefore, I am excited and anxious to see Greg ski down the mountain... it should be just like riding a bike, right?! We'll see... I'm sure I'll be full of stories when we get back. You never know, my next blog could be written from the ER where we are patiently waiting for x-rays... Greg's or mine (I fell down waiting in line last year)... yeah, whatever!

Plasma... Schmlasma!

One thing I will never understand: Men and their obsession with electronics. I would compare it to a woman's obsession with shoes or handbags, but that would be like comparing apples and oranges. After all, new electronics are much pricer than a new pair of shoes... unless we're talking Manolo Blahnik's!

Just before Greg and I married, he bought the latest, greatest, new TV. It was back when flat screens first came out, and let me tell you, it was his prized possession. That TV did it for him... the first time I saw the TV, he put Saving Private Ryan in the DVD player to show me how good the picture was. (He said you have to have a certain type of movie playing to really appreciate the picture... I don't understand that either!)

Now, about three years later, he needs a new TV. I asked him what was wrong with the one we have, and he gave me a list! It's outdated, it's too small, Matt's TV is so much better, blah, blah, blah! I didn't see a thing wrong with the TV, but boy, did Greg! It's almost like back in school when one of my friends got a pair of Z. Cavaricci jeans... my Levi's weren't so cool then.

I tried to distract him from getting a new TV by reminding him that he would soon be getting a new cell phone. That new gadget should entertain him enough to keep him from thinking about a new TV, right?

Wrong.

Sunday, he did it. He bought a new 50-inch Samsung plasma screen. He brought it in and started to set it up... with the BIGGEST smile on his face. I have NEVER seen him smile like this before. He was so excited! Just as soon as he plugged in the DVD player's wires, he reached for... you guessed it, Saving Private Ryan! (Why?!)

"Wow! Look, Lora! Isn't the picture great? This TV is awesome!"

Well, I didn't want to tell him what I was really thinking... I thought it looked a lot like our other TV; the picture is about the same, and to me, it really didn't look that much bigger! Of course, I didn't tell him that!

"It's great, Greg! That TV is so big that I think we should probably start printing out a flyer with movie times and charge people to watch movies at our house!" (He really liked that!)

I guess it's all right that I think the new TV looks like the old TV. It's just like how Greg can't tell the difference between my open-toed heels and my pointed-toe slingbacks... so maybe he wouldn't notice if I bought a pair of Manolo Blahnik's... yeah, whatever!