liza bean
When you visit the Falconers, you visit the vocabulary capital of the U.S. It makes playing Taboo extra special:
"Nosological ...!" "Classification...disease!" "Yeah, what alleviates diseases?" "Vaccination?" "Ok, shorter!" "Vaccine??" "Yes...uh okay, this...."
Now here's my turn: A million trillion seconds of um... it's...oh.. you know... I REALLY WANT TO GO ON ONE OF THESE THINGS!!...oh..ummm....crap...uh..."
It does make me excited about my future children: "Mom, the fan isn't oscillating!" "What honey?" "The fan, it's not oscillating." "BRENT!" "Use smaller words with your mom, Andrew". "Mom, the fan is not m-o-v-i-n-g."
Okay, so I exaggerate. I know what oscillate means. But I can guarantee you that I did not know that word at age 16 months, like a certain husband of mine.
I will also have you know that I did not cry during the game of Taboo. This is quite an accomplishment for me. I stayed relaxed and only felt stupid, like, five times. I even got my team a total of 7 of our 17 points.
But do not think my long standing hatred of the game has faltered. It's straight from the devil, I tell you, the devil.
Ooohh, I fully welcome the garlic mashed potatoes, green beans, turkey-lurkey with cranberry sauce, and chocolate chip pecan pie into my tummy. It's rearing and ready to go.
"...Zippity day, my oh my what a wonderful day! " NOT plenty of sunshine but let me tell you about my adventures as a "single" lady. Brent's off in Richmond for the next week and I've been scooting around town in a borrowed Voltswagon Beetle. And it's silver. And cute. And I'm just so COOL when I drive it :) I even look forward to, gasp, driving. This is almost as awesome as driving Stanley, the huge Ford truck at Green Acre -a monster truck that was still tinkering around after 20 years. Picture little Liza, with her pokey blond pigtails and short height of 5' 3", driving a truck. It's just wrong. Little person, big truck? Now picture little bug, little lady. Much better, heh? I'm loving it! (and DARN you McDonald's for commercializing that phrase!).
I'm am actually writing this in the Speech building, my second home. But don't you dare feel too sorry for me. I drove here in my..I mean.. in the bug. Plus I get to research articles. Oh I LOVE doing this kind of stuff. It's my favorite part of any assignment. It's like a police investigation but for nerds.
Reason #105 why we won't be living in this particular apartment next year: Exploding water pipes and flooded basements. There's a story there but I'm all out of creative juices to tell it properly.
I've hit a period of "not wanting to blog" lately. Some call it writer's block. For me it's a mountain. I've sat here for twenty minutes and this is all I got.
My weekend was awesome. A highlight:
--Ben took Katie on a flight to Paris.....Illinois. And he proposed. And Katie said YES. And seriously folks, that was my longest kept secret EVER. I think it was in June when Ben first called and got me all riled up with excitement over finding an engagement ring for his KT.
One more week to go before a break and then three more weeks to go. "I think I can, I think I can, I think I can..."
Billy: "Ms. H, is it twue that Pwesident Bush hates bwack people?"
Ms. H: Ummm....(trying to stay non-partisan) I think President Bush and John Kerry like people of all colors.
Kim: Yeah, and I'm pink! (she's wearing all pink today)
Jane: Well, my mom and dad said that John Kerry KILLS babies!
Billy: Oh yeah?! Pwesident Bush kills PUPPIES!
So for those of you voting today, please, choose wisely....