Happy Valentine’s Day!

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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

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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…

Valentines

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Looking for a good gift for your Valentine? Haven’t thought about it yet? Oh, don’t worry. It’s only…..gah! In two weeks! Crap!

Well, I found the perfect gift for my bearded wonder right here. Mighty Goods always has the best gift guides.

If not, chocolates always work. Or flowers. But they have to be nice flowers, not crap. (Husband, hint, hint…someone forward this to the husband) Or cheesecake. Cheesecake works too.

UPDATE: This would be the best gift. Seriously, if there is a geek in your life, you really need this.

The 2007 Holiday Season, in Photos

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OK, after much procrastination and all-around laziness, here are the highlights (and lowlights) of the 2007 holiday tour.

First, we had a quick family holiday in Kansas City. And just in case Mother Nature was worried we may be too excited for the Florida sun, she hit us with a huge ice storm. Gee, thanks. I was starting to defrost a little, but you just took care of that, didn’t you.

Icy Tree

Although the ice just pissed me off, Lu seemed to like it. And she’s become obessed with eating snow. Did I mention she falls down a lot? I think it may have had an affect…

Lucy Ice Princess

So at our little KC Christmas with Trent’s mom and step-dad, once again I was totally outdone by Trent’s mom. I got Lucy an Ugly Doll and coloring book for Christmas…she got her a tricycle, duplos and a bubble machine.

Bubbles

In case you were wondering, this is the face one makes when first confronted with the joy of the bubble machine. Let’s just say the coloring book was less impressive after this.

Bubble Face

Then we headed out to Tennessee to visit Trent’s dad and step-mom. They live in the middle of nowhere, on Poor House Road. Seriously, it’s called Poor House Road. We stole a street sign and hung it up in our house. Just seems more fitting.

Poor House

I spent much of our time in Tennessee sneaking off to take pictures. Trent has started to get a little ansy with me taking pictures of all sorts of stuff and then running out of memory before we get to the important events. Like, say, Christmas. So I threw him a bone and we took this family shot.

Us

You gotta love Lucy’s big “CHEEEESSSEEE!”

Then I ran off and took some more pictures of horses.
Horses

But Trent got to drive his dad’s Porche, so that got him off my back. At least for a while.
Porche

So I continued taking random pictures. Hey, everyone loves a festive wreath, right?
Wreath

The highlight of the trip to Tennessee had to be the Christmas Eve Day party at the farm center. Very “Little House on the Prairie.”
Farm Center Band

After a quick stop back in KC, we headed back to the airport on our way to Florida to visit my parents. We knew it would be warm there, but 80 degrees?!?!?! Do you remember what we were leaving?
Icy Tree

So the 80 degree weather was quite the treat, and we took advantage by heading to the beach. Lucy was a little afraid at first…
Testing the Gulf

But after some encouragement, she was loving it! That is, until the salt water got in her eyes. Then the sand seemed much more inviting.
Getting Her Feet Wet

In Florida, we realized that Lucy and my dad have the exact same haircut. Or lack thereof.
Same Hair

This has to be my favorite picture from the whole trip. This is exactly how I used to look on the beach with my family as a kid. Wind blowing in my face. The smell of salt and the sea. Sand caked in every nook of my body. It’s so incredible seeing Lucy with those same expressions. It makes all of those plane trips worth it….maybe?
Wind

Date Night

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A few years ago, back when I was pregnant and working at a very scary job at a PR firm with a redheaded boss who yelled a lot, Trent and I decided to get a Netflix membership. There were a few reasons for this, mostly because we were too cheap (read: poor, unwed, pregnant) to get cable and both of us worked all the damn time, so it was easier to have movies come to us then try to schedule ourselves around when things would be on TV. We kept our membership for about a year, and I used to get so excited when I’d see that red envelope sticking out of my mailbox. After a while, though, the film industry seemed to go into a slump and we ended up renting more TV show seasons than anything else. Someday I’m going to have to figure out how to explain to Lucy that her birth story includes myself being interrupted during a very emotional episode of One Tree Hill, and that will be a sad day, indeed.

After Lucy was born and I decided to stay home and do freelance work for a few months to get away from the scary redheaded woman, we ended up finally cancelling Netflix and getting cable. I was home all day and was so bored and sleep deprived, and damnit! I needed my VH1 fix! When I went back to work full time, we cancelled the cable again, as once more we had no time for it, so what was the point?

This Christmas, after looking at our last 2 months of Blockbuster bills, we decided to give ourselves the gift of Netflix. And already, after less than a month, we’ve gone through almost all the movies in our que and are back to TV shows. Have you ever seen Dexter? Holy crap, get Showtime or rent it, please! Because that show is incredible. And it actually did the impossible. After watching 3, 1-hour episodes last week in one sitting, Trent looked at me and said, “Just so you know, this constitutes hanging out. With me. For 3 hours. Watching TV. And actually enjoying it.”

Who knew? All we needed was a clever little show about a serial killer that works as a blood spatter expert for the Miami Police Department to bring us together.

Netflix, bringing couples back to couch since 2000.

Alternative tagline: Bringing ‘effing anime back in to my life and making me want to jump out a ten-story window.

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