nerds!

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To think that I once was a little worried that I would never find a man who would just hang out and read in bed with me. And I was actually jealous when one of my friends described a night at home with her husband which consisted of eating nachos and then reading in bed until midnight. And no, that was not a euphemism or anything.

Update!

My awesome little sister read my "Age" post, went to Amazon.com, and sent me the Plain White T's CD. How awesome is THAT? She said that if I feel it is too young I can just say, gosh, my little sister sent it to me. I like that. It implies that I was helpless because if I gave it back I'd hurt her feelings. And she'd cry. Or throw a big fit about how they are FOR SERIOUS the most fantastic band ever and to not listen to them would be a crime and she has homework to do and eye makeup to get the hang of and just get out of her room already!!!

(I'm pretending that she is younger than 25 years old, and doesn't act more mature than me on a daily basis.... Because really that whole description up there is not even close to reality. She's finishing her Master's degree and rocking DC's non-profit health advocacy world. She wins.)

Treasure Hunting

So MHM and I did some fun stuff this weekend, like hanging out with his nieces and nephew for a while on Saturday, including the four-year-old Glamor-Girl I mentioned here. They were all ramming around and being, well, little kids. MHM was lying on the floor in what he called "Hide the Family Jewels" pose: knees up, feet in, pretty much praying that a little foot or book or knee or whatever wouldn't come flying into his most sensitive of parts.

Glamor-Girl went off to do something, I'm guessing it involved the color pink, and when she came back in bounded the very unruly dog that is all legs and feet and tail and takes about 5 years to calm down. Well she got in big trouble for letting the dog out but kept insisting that she didn't do it (very bad liars, 4 year olds). She decided to take matters into her own hands like a detective, pacing the floor, reciting the evidence, tapping a finger to her chin in a very serious manner.

"Well, the door was closed when I was back there. The dog must have let herself out. But she can't let herself out of the bedroom- she doesn't have hands... so it must have been someone else. Who will help me solve this mystery? The mystery of the dog that got out? And the mystery of THE FAMILY JEWELS?"

She doesn't miss much, that one. We convinced her not to go looking for them.

Space and Rocket Center is going NUTS!

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Whew! Take a look at that monster Saturn V just sitting there next to the interstate in Huntsville AL. I can't even tell you how big the thing is (yeah, that's a blue and white BUS sitting in front of it). I was going to get pictures at night, hopefully the side of the building will still be open next time I'm in Alabama and I can get some dramatic light going on in there. I just love how it looks. I was driving down the interstate and minding my own business when all of the sudden a rocket in pieces is practically sitting on the side of the road. How cool is that?

Age

(So, I realized today that my post about sleeping pills followed by a cryptic silence probably isn't cool, but then I realized that there are only 2 people who read this blog, so it doesn't matter. Both of them know I'm alive.)

Am I too old to like Plain White T's Hey There Delilah? It's a great song, but I'm feeling like I should be about, oh, 15 years younger when I listen to it. However, I still love it and I'm thinking about getting the CD, the rest of which will sound nothing like this song.

I stop myself from doing lots of things that are probably (okay, completely) age inappropriate given that I will be 30 in 2 years. For instance, sneakers with skulls on them. I LOVE THEM. So cute, so fun, so, I don't know, girly-piratey, but do I really need to be a girly-pirate right now? NO. This is appropriate from MHM's niece but she if four years old and obsessed with Disney princesses and the color pink and being bossy. You just know she's going to be THAT girl one day. She's a powerhouse. Black skulls on her pink shoes? No problem.

Other age inappropriate stuff? Fun hair junk like barrettes, bows, clips, headbands, etc. Also, all of that really bright jewelry at Target that is about 2 degrees shy of 1985. (I did buy some wooden beady earrings from that collection, but they're navy and I don't know how they got included but they are super-cute.) T-shirts with fun, abstract prints on them that say random things like "Moon Sky Glow" in such a distorted print it takes you two days to get that those are actually WORDS on there.

My biggest temptation is makeup. Oh the glittery, sparkley, bright, fun, makeup! Eyeshadow with chucks of glitter bigger than my eye? COOL! Lime green nail polish! SCORE! I never wear the stuff, but it is sooo pretty. The colors are great if I do end up making the mistake of buying $5 worth of Wet N Wild, I can usually work it into a collage or something (NOT on my face). Maybe I have more of a color addiction with makeup than an acting my age problem....

The point? There was no point. Just imagining walking into work with my hair in a bow that matches my electric teal earrings which go so nicely with the kitten-toe heels featuring chains and skull charms. RIGHT. I don't even wear kitten heels.