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Showing posts with label Amusing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Amusing. Show all posts
Chemistry!
Matt has been brushing up on his chemistry knowledge in preparation for testing out of his chemistry pre-req for nursing school. What fun! I really hated chemistry while I was in college, but I think that's because I hated going to 7:30am labs. Now, though, I'm excited to re-learn with him. Hmmm.... "chemistry" while studying chemistry.... Does that make me weird?
Third time's a charm...
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So, as some of you may know, in the course of building these tables, Matt has accidentally inflicted minor wounds on me two times before tonight. On his third try, which happened tonight, he actually managed to break skin. My shins are now covered with band-aids and neosporin to help prevent infections. :-)
After all that, I really wanted a root beer float. I tried to play the "broken and bruised wife" card in order to obtain said float. My scheme may have failed, but I did manage to get a smoothie out of the deal.
After all that, I really wanted a root beer float. I tried to play the "broken and bruised wife" card in order to obtain said float. My scheme may have failed, but I did manage to get a smoothie out of the deal.
Max's Great Escape
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It's official: Max has earned his kitty-scout merit badge in chain-link fence climbing.
The story:
Yesterday morning, as Matt was leaving for work, he happened to catch a glimpse of Max darting from the yard next-door and heading to our own backyard. Since Matt was already in his car and driving away, he gave me a call. I got up, threw on some clothes, and left the bedroom to go collect Max. As soon as I stepped out of the bedroom, I saw Max waiting at the porch door. That's interesting... I wonder if Matt saw Max or another cat? ... But Max is pretty hard to mistake...
So in comes Max, and the day continues as normal.
After we got home, we ask the neighbors if they have seen Max outside the yard. The reply that they found him in their garage the day before yesterday. Of course, they are fine with that, but technically this is against city rules. Also, Max could become a pest to other neighbors if he got out. I argue that it's possible he's learned to open the gate - it's not that hard to do. Matt thinks he's learned to climb the fence. Hmm...
So we decide to test him to see first-hand what new-found skill he has gained. I take Mattie just outside the fence, and I call to Max to have him follow. He cries for a bit, tries to find a way through, but he doesn't really try that much. We need to raise the bar on the bait we are providing....
So Matt brings me some ice cream. Muhahaha! We have your attention now, kitty! Max tries especially hard to squeeze his way through the gate. No luck. No attempt to open the gate. I keep calling. All of a sudden, Max hops slightly and flattens himself against the middle part of the fence, and he starts making his way toward the top. Good boy, Max! At the top, he hesitates slightly, but decides he might as well jump/fall to the side with the ice cream. As his reward, I let him lick a bit of ice cream off of my finger.
And now Max's days of unsupervised hunting in the backyard are officially over. I am sad, but I have to remember that it is his own darn fault. Also, if he were to get out, he could get hit, and Mattie would be lost without him. :-( Looks like he'll have to get used to being mostly an indoor kitty from now on...
The story:
Yesterday morning, as Matt was leaving for work, he happened to catch a glimpse of Max darting from the yard next-door and heading to our own backyard. Since Matt was already in his car and driving away, he gave me a call. I got up, threw on some clothes, and left the bedroom to go collect Max. As soon as I stepped out of the bedroom, I saw Max waiting at the porch door. That's interesting... I wonder if Matt saw Max or another cat? ... But Max is pretty hard to mistake...
So in comes Max, and the day continues as normal.
After we got home, we ask the neighbors if they have seen Max outside the yard. The reply that they found him in their garage the day before yesterday. Of course, they are fine with that, but technically this is against city rules. Also, Max could become a pest to other neighbors if he got out. I argue that it's possible he's learned to open the gate - it's not that hard to do. Matt thinks he's learned to climb the fence. Hmm...
So we decide to test him to see first-hand what new-found skill he has gained. I take Mattie just outside the fence, and I call to Max to have him follow. He cries for a bit, tries to find a way through, but he doesn't really try that much. We need to raise the bar on the bait we are providing....
So Matt brings me some ice cream. Muhahaha! We have your attention now, kitty! Max tries especially hard to squeeze his way through the gate. No luck. No attempt to open the gate. I keep calling. All of a sudden, Max hops slightly and flattens himself against the middle part of the fence, and he starts making his way toward the top. Good boy, Max! At the top, he hesitates slightly, but decides he might as well jump/fall to the side with the ice cream. As his reward, I let him lick a bit of ice cream off of my finger.
And now Max's days of unsupervised hunting in the backyard are officially over. I am sad, but I have to remember that it is his own darn fault. Also, if he were to get out, he could get hit, and Mattie would be lost without him. :-( Looks like he'll have to get used to being mostly an indoor kitty from now on...
Singing with Allison and Ellie
Today I was in a mood to sing. When I got to Allison's, we ate dinner, and afterwards were still the only people there. So we decided to sing Christmas songs while Allison played the piano. Since Allison's voice is still not totally back, she is having trouble singing in the higher ranges, and I always have trouble singing in the higher ranges, but we had fun anyway. And Ellie enjoyed singing along, too.
And now, I would like to take a moment to say how much I like it when Allison plays the piano. I don't have many friends up here in MN who play, and it's nice to have a friend around who is willing to play while I since and dance around her house like a fool. Yay for Allison!
And now, I would like to take a moment to say how much I like it when Allison plays the piano. I don't have many friends up here in MN who play, and it's nice to have a friend around who is willing to play while I since and dance around her house like a fool. Yay for Allison!
Matt is the funniest guy I know
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Seriously, if you have not read his bog - whoops! I mean blog - yet, you need to. I have now twice laughed so hard that I cried. You need to read it. :-)
If you don't understand the above statement, click here: http://anteru.blogspot.com/2007/11/matts-blogginghehe.html
If you don't understand the above statement, click here: http://anteru.blogspot.com/2007/11/matts-blogginghehe.html
*Shrub* of the day
So, before I say anything else, I should probably explain what a *shrub* is. In RVA lingo, where Matt went to school, a *shrub* referred to someone messing up what they meant to say and instead they say something with either a completely different meaning or no meaning at all. For a more in depth explanation, ask Matt about the *ghost rote* sometime...
And now back to my original thought...
I was sitting in English class, and we were discussing Tartuffe, a French play about a religious hypocrite and the con he pulls. The Prof asked a question about Tartuffe to which the answer was supposed to be *Protestant*. A girl who knew the answer immediately raised her hand and said *prostitute* - very loudly. Mass chaos and uproarious laughter ensued, and the poor girl turned bright red.
Somehow, this led to a Freud reference and then a few Clinton/cigar jokes, until finally order was restored.
And now I'm off to go grab something to eat...
-Jen
And now back to my original thought...
I was sitting in English class, and we were discussing Tartuffe, a French play about a religious hypocrite and the con he pulls. The Prof asked a question about Tartuffe to which the answer was supposed to be *Protestant*. A girl who knew the answer immediately raised her hand and said *prostitute* - very loudly. Mass chaos and uproarious laughter ensued, and the poor girl turned bright red.
Somehow, this led to a Freud reference and then a few Clinton/cigar jokes, until finally order was restored.
And now I'm off to go grab something to eat...
-Jen
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