Monday, September 7, 2009


This is apparently the funniest thing about The Search for the Holy Grail. Men banging coconuts.
Every scene that involved the substitution of coconuts for horses, Noah giggled.

Now there were jokes that I expected him not to get. Sir Gallahad the Chaste having to be rescued from spanking the virgins at Anthrax.

The dragging discussion of the carrying power and wind/speed velocity of a European swallow versus an African swallow.

"You cant expect to wield supreme power because some watery tart threw a sword at you"

But the simplicity of "Patsy" the man servant loyally following his king, banging his coconuts as Arthur "galloped" erectly. Apparently, this is humor.
Sometimes I love children.

Saturday, September 5, 2009

The Monty Python Experiment

"I didn't even finish 15 minutes of it, that was terrible! How on earth is that your favorite movie?" said I to Steve some 10 or so years ago. I, being terribly smitten, was trying every new movie and album he loved so we would have more to talk about, and had just tried to watch The Life of Brian.

"I just dont want to see (The search for the Holy Grail)" says a friend who will remain anonymous. "Everyone is always quoting the stupid lines to each other and laughing hysterically at things that dont seem to make any sense. At this point in time I cant imagine that there are any funny parts I dont already know by heart nor that they are anywhere near as funny as they have been built up to be. It doesnt interest me." at which point I scream "Help, Help Im being repressed!"

As I have grown and become more cynical, I have loved Monty more and more. Now I watch the Life of Brian and giggle myself silly. I wonder if its an age thing? Or perhaps at time, I thought it was not funny because I didnt understand why anyone would mock my religion and could not laugh at it.

This weekend Ryan and I are watching The Search for the Holy Grail with Noah. It will be his first time with Monty Python. I am eager to see how the next generation feels about it. Will he think its funny? He has a strange dry wit. (Wonder where he got that) Which jokes will he understand? (He is unusually sharp for a child of 10, further proof he is his fathers child) When will he be lost but will laugh because we are and will I be able to tell?

Either way, I am excited to see the cult classic the first time with fresh eyes.

Thursday, September 3, 2009

Back to Blogging...I hope.

We should all have friends that challenge us. Someone who, while they love us for who we are today, know that we can in fact rule the world and push us to be thinking about our plans for world domination. Okay, maybe not world domination, but personal improvement... is that a little less dramatic?
Laura is that friend of mine. The girl just oozes ambition. And it drives me nuts. I wish that I had a tenth of her drive. At times I mock that she has a fear of boredom. But she also has an amazingly full and accomplished life.
She works full time at a job she enjoys.
She pursues her passion for music by teaching voice and engaging in musical theater.
She is in leadership in the church.
She camps, she coupons, she saves, she has two blogs, she writes and she runs marathons.
And she does all these things while going to grad school.

I am lucky if i make it to work on time and if I had clean clothes to wear there.
Sure I have dreams. I am falling in love with Occupational Therapy this semester.
I am excited to learn what avenues are available in that field. Ryan and I want to go to Europe.
I want to successfully grow a plant for 12 months.

Right now I am exhausted between school kicking my butt all week and apartment hunting most of the afternoon...But, Laura is launching a new blog and I was feeling a little small in comparison. Its sad and pathetic I know. But still...
Can you be proud of your friends and jealous of their success at the same time? I dont envy Laura anything. She earns all she gets and she gives as much as she can sometimes more. Perhaps jealousy is not the right emotion. Perhaps its shame. Perhaps its that Im 29 and still living at home for all intents and purposes. Perhaps I should not be ashamed of this, many of my generation are in the same boat. Just not so many of my peers.
Then again. Perhaps im just tired.

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Sunday Night
A pharmacy

A telephone rings...

Technician: Hello and thank you for calling CVS how can I help you?

Caller: Yes, my Medicaid hasn't been working or whatever but now there going to turn it on and give me the money back that I paid you, cause there was a couple times I had to pay for my medicine. Can you tell me how much that was?

Technician: You're asking what your recent out of pocket expenses were because you Medicaid was in-active?

Caller: Yeah, cause they said you'd give me my money back or they would or something.

Technician: It looks like it was around $29.00.

Caller: Really? Thats all?

Technician: Well ma'am if you got prescriptions at other stores, you would need to resubmit the insurance claim at each store.

Caller: Oh. Well can you get that ready for me?

Technician: Did they reactivate your old Medicaid ID account or did they assign you a new one?

Caller: I dont know.

Technician: Well then we would not be able to resubmit the claims with out the paperwork. Once you bring us the paper work we would be happy to resubmit them here in the store. If they will go electronically then we will refund your money immediately. Most of them are a month or more old and we do not guarantee electronic refunds over two weeks so we might end up mailing them. That could take a month or so. Do you have your receipts?

Caller: No, they didn't tell me I needed them.

Technician close to losing her patience: And how do you expect that you might get a refund from a store from several months ago without a receipt?

Caller: I dont know.

Technician knowing shes if fighting a losing battle because we can procure the receipts and the customer is infact not responsible for keeping her own crap together, we will just hand her money like everyone else is doing...: Why dont you just bring in your paperwork and we'll see what we can do.

Why do we live in a world now where people (my generation) dont seem to know how things work? I really want to go on a tirade about personal responsibility yada yada but even now my day is slipping away and I have to go. But I am thinking about these things...

The trash can in my kitchen is flowing over onto the floor because I am the only one who seems to be capable of taking it out. The ratio right now of me empting it versus anyone else in this house is 62:4. And I dont even live here.

The woman across the street called the cops on us because my huband parked in front of her house. She called the cops an hour and a half after leaving the first note she ever left on his windshield. And the cops threatened us with a misdemeanor for lack of cooperation if we continued to park there.

Sunday, July 5, 2009

Mawigde is what bwings us togever today...

I am going to do something random and post on my blog. My bestest friend Tara got married recently. (I sometimes feel funny calling her my best friend, because in actuality I have 4 best friends, or three and a husband. But I also have two mothers and I refer to them both as my mom. Context clues help) I was in the wedding and it was fun and wonderful and we had a great time and she was beautiful...See:

But the wedding is the easy part. Some more so than others. The biggest struggle of mine was taking Ryan shopping for a new shirt. (Ever HAD to buy something for an event when you are feeling fat or tired or just not cute and ended up stomping your foot. This is what it is like taking my husband shopping for clothes.) But comparatively, i had it easy.

But then, then comes the real world. The meshing of the lives, the ticks, the moods, the motives, the budgets, the expectations, the kids (his, mine, ours), the discipline (his, mine, theirs) the television, the social life (or imbalance therein) and no matter how much you hash it out ahead of time, its not what you expected. It doesnt go according to plan.

So I have been thinking a lot about marriage. What a blessing it is to have one that works. Someone who is sticking by you, putting up with you. If you look at the statistics they are pretty grim. When I look at my friends from highschool we are sitting high right now, only one casualty so far, that I am aware of, but several yet to be married and a few pretty unhappy situations.

I really dont have an opinion or an epiphany here, more just a musing on paper. A girl at my work yesterday spouted off about the John and Kate debauchle saying that "Kate shouldnt stay with him if shes not happy because everyone deserves to be happy" I could have slapped her. And then choked her to death. And then I had to mourn a little bit for the self importance of our generation. I deserve to be happy? Do I? For what reason? Not to mention the entire concept of happiness just crap. But that is another episode.

Tuesday, March 3, 2009


So today is my day off. When I have to work the weekend, I get a day off during the week to make up for it (gotta love retail). Usually I do laundry, catch up on the shows that Ryan wont watch with me, watch a chick flick On-Demand (its free) go to Walmart for the weekly shopping or go into town and hit the mall.
Well, shopping is not really an option for today, we had to pay the utility bill again $336.77! And this right after my birthday, we are pretty poor. (Though I am way over due for a haircut and completely out of shampoo.) Sarah is home doing her Photoshop-ing on the living room TV. I mean I guess having the picture the size of the wall makes for great results. And Ryan came home sick at 11 am and is asleep in our room.
I have no bed to fold laundry, no tv to watch and no where to read a book. I would go the movies but they only have one showing all day! (7:15)
(Just so you know, I am not wasting all day, I am making the sick boy some home made chicken soup, but still.)

Thursday, February 19, 2009

The B-Day, V-Day Weekend

Can I confess something? I am a terrible spoiled brat. Hands down, high horse, expect the moon and know I deserve it spoiled. The week before my birthday I was angry about something, I dont even remember what, but I was crying and fuming and had all but decided that if Ryan so much as had the nerve to ask me what I wanted for my birthday rather than just planning something fantastic, I was going to run away. Seriously, I was leaving. I hadn't gone so far as to say to myself that I was going back to Va Beach, but I was definitely not coming home for a few days. "That'll teach him to under appreciate...". Where do I get this stuff?
A tizzy. Thats the only way I can explain it. I was in a tizzy.
And two days later I come home and he says to me, "We need to talk about your birthday." By this time of course the storm had passed. (I'm so bad with holding grudges) (sometimes) And I find out he had raced home from work, drove all the way to town (which is an hour) so that he could get to the cell phone store and by me an IPhone for my birthday only to decide not to because of the $75 dollar a month increase to our cellphone bill. So rather than be spontaneous, he thought he should ask me before committing us to that much debt.
Such a simple thing. That he made a two hour trip and came home empty handed. That rather than blow our money like we always do (we are so bad with money, both of us like to pretend we have it) he asked before he lept.
I love him.
So I asked for a favor instead. To spend my birthday with my family since we are within driving distance.
So we booked a hotel and took the long scenic route and made a 3 hour trip a 6 hour trip. (He decided to replace my broken stereo with one that hooked into my IPOD half way there-LOVE IT!) and we had the best time. We love being together.
It was a fantastic weekend! Ryan played with the baby a lot which I enjoyed watching. We had a fantastic hotel room (which someone sent us Champagne and Chocolate Cheesecake !! Thanks and Happy Birthday to me!) and on Saturday we went for a horsedrawn carriage ride around downtown Cincinnati.
So for all my fussing and fuming and princessiness, I got better than I deserve.