In My Head

Is anyone else obsessed with the song “Anyone Else But You” from the movie Juno? I’ve had it on repeat on my iPod for, like, a week, and I just can’t get sick of it. I have an office at my new job (yes, an adult office, not a cubicle, finally) and after 5+ years in the cubes it’s hard for me to get used to the quiet of my own space. I almost miss the constant barrage of other people’s private phone calls (I said, almost). So I’ve had my iPod blaring from my speakers for the past two days straight. Much better than 3 simultaneous conference calls, all on speakerphone.

New Shoes!

This is what happens when you give a girl a week off and a gift certificate. Well, this an a couple of martinis.

Yellow Shoes

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How to give your child a bath:

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Happy Valentine’s Day!

Of course, I forgot to buy Valentine’s for Lucy or her classmates (hey, it’s been a rough week), but a couple of weeks ago I ordered Trent’s gift. Thank goodness, or he wouldn’t have received anything. When he found it on his carseat this morning, he called me and said “You are weird. Happy Valentine’s Day.” He also claimed to have spent five minutes trying to figure out what it was. Can you guess?

My Heart

After figuring out what it was, he said “So, there is some woman in Canada sitting around knitting anatomical hearts and packing them up in Cheerio’s boxes?” My response, “Yes, and she is awesome.”

Maybe I should have gotten him the boobie pins? Or maybe the “dinky” puppets?

Hope everyone’s day is as wonderfully weird as ours!

Just one more thing to creep people out

Trent and I are strange people. And not just because we buy our daughter shirts with Ewoks on them, although that could be another strong case to make, but because of a collection of tidbits and abnormalities in our respective personalities. We’re weird. Honestly. And we’re OK with that.

I previously mentioned how one TV show about a serial killer/cop brought the two of us together on date night. I’ve had some requests concerning this show. What’s it about? Are you letting Lucy watch it? Do you and Trent need therapy?

Answers:

– A serial killer named Dexter works as a blood spatter analyst for the LA police department during the day and cuts people into tiny bits at night. But not just any old people…murderers. Like a masked, psychotic avenger.

– No, Lucy doesn’t usually watch it. Although she did watch a few episodes of Clean House on the Style Network with us last night…which is a whole other story.

– And yes, therapy is nice. In fact, we really like it. Even though our therapist sometimes stares at us for long periods of time. And she doesn’t laugh at my jokes. And when I make a smart-ass ironic comment she says, “What do you mean by that?”

So, for your viewing pleasure (sidenote: I really did not build up to what this whole post is about, did I? Technically, it was supposed to be about date night and how strange we are…I hope that’s coming through) A Night With the Peters Family – In Video:

First a freaking lifetime of this. Which I thought was a fun idea since I loved it as a kid, but now that it’s Lu’s favorite song, it makes me want to rip my ears off and feed them to my Rottweiler.

Then a few hours of this…

Followed by a couple episodes of this…

Then I go to bed, and who knows what happens after that…

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