me = lazy
you = read here instead

...oh yes she did.

Too busy laughing to copy-paste.

http://www.bootclub.net/joshandallie/?q=node/87

In the typical spirit of Christmas (read: Christmas with Josh) around our house, this year I received the following:

7 pairs of cute socks
1 set of earrings from Zales
1 war bear mount in WoW

Yup... and of course, this was my husband's take on the jewelery:

Allie: Oh Josh! They're beautiful. *hug* Thank you!!
Josh: Also, if you're stuck outside and for some reason you need to cut glass...

So practical...that's my husband.

I have a stellar memory. Or so I’d claim. (Unfairly, everyone else claims I make up memories but that’s only because their memories aren’t as good as mine.) Anyway, my super-memory functions constantly, except, apparently, when I am napping. When this happens, my husband has had whole conversations with me… that I absolutely don’t recall...as evidenced by this one, from Sunday afternoon:

Josh: Allie, where are the quarters? I have to switch the laundry over.
Allie: *asleep* Um… I think they’re in… my pocket.
Josh: (after considerable time and some difficulty) Okay they’re … NOT in your pocket.
Allie: Oh.*confused* They’re…out there…. *dreamily* somewhere.
*Josh leaves the room laughing*

About 9 days ago Fat Boo, true to his name decided it would be fun to see how much of a ribbon he could eat.  This was new, as he'd never messed with ribbons before except to jump on them and drag them around the house.  This particular ribbon had been on a gift and about 5.5 feet long.  I caught him with the last foot of ribbon going into his mouth, which I managed to remove....and then measured against the other ribbon that had also been on the gift....and estimated he'd manage to eat about 4 feet of ribbon.  4 feet.  Oh my gosh.  Stupid cat, I thought.  And since he seemed to be okay, just let it go.

BUT... after going some reading on the internet of all the horrors that had happened from people's cats eating like a foot of ribbon, or six inches, I freaked the heck right out (unjustifiably, my husband would say)  and called the vet.  As Boo was still acting normally... eating, etc...the vet gave us some "medicine" (read: laxative) to feed to the cat and see if anything happened.  Nope...nothing, tho my cat was fond of the medicine and would run over and purr really loud every time I got the box out. 

Nothing... nothing until...

( Cut for the gross factor )

Allie:  Mark called me stupid
Mom: Well, are you stupid?
Allie:  No.
Mom: Then why is it bothering you?

My mom and I had this conversation many times as I was growing up... (not always about mark, or "stupid" but you get the idea) because as a kid I was superly over-sensitive to things people said.  

She has a valid point.  And she doesn't.  Just because some thing isn't true, doesn't mean it doesn't hurt when someone says it.

Last night Josh, joking of course, said I was dumb.  His buddy is in town and when that happens they both tend to turn into 18 year olds again.  Not mean, just...careless.  Willing to do anything for a laugh.

Then he said "...but I love you" and put on his little boy "aren't I cute" face.

Actually... no.  On both counts.  You are not cute when you act like an insensitive jerk, and you can't say but you love me and make everything better.

Also I am not dumb.  

Words hurt.  People should be more careful with them. Myself included. 

Glum,
Allie

Things my husband should not have said to me while playing GHWT last night:

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Josh: Oh! Oasis. This is from your time.

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Allie: I don't have a rock star voice. I can't sing like that.
Josh: You don't have to. Cause...you're a girl.
Allie: *flat stare*
Josh: Okay, shouldn't have said that.

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Also, I have officially called dibs on vocals on Hotel California any place, any time... pretty much until...I die. Just so you all know.

While reading the RNC fundraising letter my boss got from "Sarah Palin"

Allie:  There's NO way Sarah Palin wrote this.  There isn't a single "gosh darnit" or "doggone it" in here.
Roger:  Ahahahaha

Many many thanks to Roger and Mica ... you guys are the greatest. And for Josh who was subjected to hours and hours of my out of practice playing, you win for most long-suffering, Husband!

Love,
Allie

My boss has to fill out these forms if he's going to supervise an app at one of the local businesses. This was our indepth discussion of "question 22" (it's a FIVE page questionnaire!!!)

Allison: So, I'm reading this safety and health questionnaire and question 22 is "Does your company have an alcohol policy? Yes/No" and I think we should write in "Yes. We like it."
(Roger starts laughing)
Allison: And then it goes on "If yes, please explain how it is applied."
Roger: Usually late on Saturday nights.

We should probably be taking this more seriously.

I know I title so many of these entries with that title…but I think it’s the unofficial title of my autobiography, so I’m just going to stick with what’s workin’ for me.

Today just after noon I ran a red and hit someone while driving the Mustang. I had looked up while approaching the light at S. 1st and Sayles and the light had been green. As I went through it two cars made a left turn in front of me. I thought they were taking advantage of the break in the traffic, as is the case often with that intersection. However, that intersection also has an advance green which happens AFTER the green light and that’s what they were taking advantage of. I, on the other hand, never saw the red light which I ran, tho I completely believe I ran it. I didn’t see the third car behind the first two cars which also made the turn, until right before I hit it.

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In light of my recent trip to Austin, I was expressing to my boss how I didn't understand how some women down here can spend upwards of an hour or two (or MORE) getting ready to go out, doing hair and makeup etc etc.  Racking my brain I told him that to the best of my knowledge, I don't think I've ever spent two hours on makeup in my entire life...maybe 30 or 45 minutes for banquet at GL , or a fancy (read: Swiss Chalet) date at Christmas....or something of that nature but definitely NOT just to go 'out on the town.'  

At which point Roger said:  "Well...you have a very...Canadian face."

My first thought was "Ahahahah...what?!? "

My second thought was: "You just wait until I come to work in my toque!"

Love,
Allie

p.s.  Also, I have changed the name of my journal.  *giggle*

I have come to the not so stunning realization that I've completely overbooked myself this week. I remember weeks like this in college where I just had so much to do I couldn't enjoy any of it, and that's where I am right at the moment.

For starters we've been at the fair most evenings since last Thursday.  The fair closes at 11 which means we've been getting home around 11:15 or so.  (My bedtime is so 10:30)  I took Saturday night off and we had last night off because Mark was working there.  But over all we've spent hours out there (it's not that interesting after about the third hour) and the fair has put a lot of constraints on Josh's mobility and made handling our regular routine with one car more difficult than usual.  It hasn't been pleasant.

Last night Mark worked at the fair but Ben and Jeremy came over, and there was a warcraft raid.  It was a ZA attempt...and since we had company I felt like I should play with them instead of retreating to bed as was my original plan.  That was a lot of fun... but a poor decision on my part, as I am realizing now that I should have gone to sleep.

Tonight I've committed to making pasta salad for our ladies bible study group - which is no biggie except I need to get another box of pasta mix from the store, and have no idea when I can work that into my day.  I also have to get newspapers.  10 of them.  Note to self...again, not sure when I can work that into my day.  I also need to drop Josh at the fair, rush home, make the pasta and cart it over to Lara's.  I know this is not a big deal, it's just that I get off work at 5:30 and I have to go to Lara's by 6:20 at the latest.  It's going to make those few minutes at home time very very hectic.  Also I'm worried about it, even tho it's a box mix, because everyone in that group can cook better than I can.  It's intimidating.  After that it's back to the fair for another late rainy night of redneck watching....and I need to remember to pick up 10 copies of the paper today.  Someone remind me about that.  I think I already said that.  Yup...I did.  But it's the most important thing I need to do today. 

Tomorrow is Thursday.  Tomorrow I work until 2:30 and then Lara and I are leaving for the funeral in Plano  from the school with a couple of profs at 3:30.  I gave myself that hour to unwind and get mentally prepared and emotionally prepared...or at least find some semblance of clean clothes, and some kleenex in my house... good luck to me.  I have no idea when we'll get home that night but I can't see it being much earlier than 11, and when we do, I have to, at that point, pack for this trip this weekend.

Friday is work all day, last minute prep stuff, and then hopefully after a short nap.... a long drive to Austin.  Saturday before the crack of dawn we have to find the Austin airport, find a place to park the car, park the car, and catch a flight to Houston which may or may not go thanks to Hurricane Ike.

I'm not really finding a lot of joy in my week...and that makes me realize that I've overbooked myself, mentally, emotionally and physically.  Some of it was unavoidable stress, the fair and funerals are beyond anyone's ability to work around.  But some of it I shouldn't have volunteered for, like the dinner tonight....but I wasn't thinking about that last week.  I realized I'm wiped this morning when I realized that I hadn't even thought about Jeff's wedding yet.  (Sorry Jeff)  I love trips, especially planes, and especially weddings - because they're so happy - and I love time spent with the Bootclub... and I love packing early for trips and getting excited and whatnot.  I haven' t even had time to do that .  That tells me something is totally off in the world of Allison.

Oh, and work, I've got three BIG projects - two of which I have the mats to work on (yes, I did just talk about my job as if it was a warcraft thing) and they're all due in two weeks.  So my brain is just constantly on the go and I 'm starting to feel a little out of control.

/vent.

Okay, enough ostriching here... I've got to dig my head out of the sand and keep on going.  I just had to write something before I got totally overwhelmed and freaked out.

Allie

Too late and too lazy to copy things over....here are pictures from the fair.