I was checking out Jamie’s blog again yesterday, as I do everyday. On it she had a video of her husband Chris singing “Hook” by Blues Traveler. I commented on her blog that I too know all the words to that crazy song. When I told Keith that he didn’t believe me. I don’t know why. For some reason song lyrics are something that I have always been able to memorize without even trying. This didn’t play in my favor when I was in church and our youth group would be talking about secular music and how bad it was and all of the kids would use the argument of “We don’t listen to it for the words, we just like the beat”. This being the case, I am the one that Keith always asks when he can’t remember the words to a certain song, which is quite often because my husband doesn’t remember the words to anything. He’s a worship leader, and if you listen closely, every time he leads you will hear him mess up the lyrics to a song or two. Back to what I was originally talking about, when I told Keith that I also knew all the words to “Hook” he didn’t believe me but said that if I was telling the truth that we should also record it. So we did. Then Keith spent TWO HOURS messing with imovie to try and make it look cool. I could not have cared less, but he was committed to making it look good. While he was doing this I fell asleep on the couch and when he was done he yelled “LIANA!”, because when he wants me to wake up he yells at me, and he showed me the finished project to which I said, “That’s great baby”, and fell back asleep. So here it is, Keith’s first official imovie project of me showing off my memorization skills. I did however drop a line or two due to the fact that for some reason the lip-syncing made my mouth produce obscene amounts of saliva. Sorry. Enjoy.
You Like Me, You Really Like Me! July 29, 2008
Well, at least Jamie Stavenger does. I was having a pretty mediocre day when Keith tells me that I need to check out our friend Jamie’s blog. I pulled it up and there it was…Jamie’s top five blogs that make her day. And guess who was number one…IT WAS MEEEEEEEEE. I was so excited! I’ve never thought of myself as being at the top of anyones list of anything, except for maybe the top of Keith’s list of people he’d like to share a bed with but then again we are in a legally binding contract. I may also be at the top of your list if you need to reach something that has fallen deep into a crevice, or behind a couch because my arms are long and kinda skinny. But that’s a whole other topic. Ever since we’ve been married, Keith has always been the popular one. He’s the one who gets to be on stage at church and lead worship. He’s the one that gets to be in all the Christmas productions. He’s the one that everyone knows, and I swear to you probably half the people who go to our church have no idea that I am his wife. Well this little piece of recognition is all mine. Woo Hoo! Uh-oh, with this award also comes great pressure. What if I let Jamie down? Oh no. Well, I guess I will just enjoy the limelight while it lasts and hope that I can live up to this honor. Thanks Jamie, you’re awesome.
Tonight I was in the shower and Keith was telling me a story when all of a sudden I realized that I hardly ever get to take a shower by myself. Don’t get too excited people. The reason why is because I normally end up hauling Ellie-bean in with me because it’s less work than taking a shower and then giving her a bath. Plus we’ve had better luck with the shower because for some reason she tends to poop in the bath. I guess the warm water relaxes her a little too much. Anyway, while I was enjoying my shower I thought, “What would make this even better would be if I could have some bacon flavored Lay’s right now”. I said to Keith, “Baby, get me the bacon flavored Lay’s”. And he said, “You’re in the shower.” And I said, “So…get them.” I figure that if my husband can drink beer and coffee in the shower, I can have a chip. So he got them, and I tried them, and I’m sorry to say…I wasn’t impressed. I think they taste like BBQ. Sure, they smell like bacon, but the taste is totally BBQ. I am glad that I got to try them though, so thank you Bret for giving me the opportunity. Maybe I should have had you bring me the crab flavored Lay’s instead. I bet those don’t taste like sour cream and onion or anything like that. Nope, I bet those are 100% full of crab flavor.
Yum-Yums From Russia. July 27, 2008
So our friends just got back from Russia and Bret was nice enough to bring me some bacon flavored Lays potato chips. That’s right, bacon flavored. I really want to try them, but I almost feel like I shouldn’t open them and that I should preserve them forever. Maybe I can eat them and just save the bag. I’ll let you know how they are but I’m pretty sure they are going to be awesome. I mean come on, how could they not be great, they’re BACON flavored!
So Pretty…And Not So Pretty. July 26, 2008
Tonight while I was making dinner Keith tried to keep Ellie occupied by playing with her hair. And then doing his to match.
Now I bet you thought the not so pretty part of this post was talking about was Keith’s hair. Not true. It’s the way the kitchen looked when I was done cooking. All I made was macaroni and cheese, and this was the mess I left. What can I say, I just like to make sure that all of my cooking utensils are in good working order, therefore I like to test them ALL out sometimes.
Rude Awakening. July 24, 2008
This morning at about 7:00 am I was sleeping peacefully when all of a sudden I hear the siren of what sounds like a bullhorn. I thought that maybe it was just the police trying to pull someone over or get someone’s attention. Then a few minutes later I hear “ALL CARS ON *** STREET MUST BE MOVED”. What?!?! I know it’s a street sweeping day but there are signs and that should be enough, right? If there are still cars on the street just give them tickets. This went on for about 30 minutes and the whole time I was getting more and more frustrated because Ellie hadn’t woken up yet and I was afraid that this was going to do it, and all I wanted was to be able to sleep in as long as possible. If you haven’t figured it out from my previous posts, I love my sleep. After about 30 minutes of the jerk going up and down the street with his bull horn announcing that anyone parked on the street had to move I finally heard nothing, and thought for sure that he was done. Oh no, I was wrong. The guy then went around to the alley behind the buildings to make sure that anyone who lives in the back would hear him. He did that for about 30 minutes as well. I was so mad that I just wanted to do out there and punch the guy in the face and yell, “JUST TOW THE F***ING CARS IF YOU WANT THEM OUT OF THE WAY SO BAD! I DIDN’T PARK ON THE STREET SO LET ME SLEEP!”. As you can see, I am also not a very nice person when my sleep is disturbed. I didn’t do this however because I didn’t want to be arrested or fined or whatever for assault. Plus, The guy was probably way bigger than me and even though I’ve been doing some pushups, I probably wouldn’t have been able to take him.
Last night Keith and i were in the car on our way home and had this conversation, which at the time I thought was interesting. I might be wrong.
Keith: “Tomorrow night Matt and Ruth might come by.”
Keith: “Oh, and Anthony might come too.”
Me: “Alright.” (nodding my head)
Keith: “You’ve never met Anthony. He was our other roommate.” (Keith, Matt, and Anthony used to live together)
Me: “He was the angry one right?”
Keith: “He’s not angry, he’s just cynical.”
Me: “Is he the one that ripped the door off the hinges?”
Keith: “Yes. Well he didn’t rip the door off the hinges, he actually beat it off.”