Monday, October 31, 2011

31 Days: Homeboy

Homeslice, Homefry, Homeboy - Handsome gets called all sorts of things around our house.

but don't call him late for dinner!

I know it's not really funny.  But it has to be said.  Either way, this is a simple PSA to let you know that Homeboy, who's birthday is tomorrow, apparently felt that he could not enter his 27th year with a mustache.  And so, with great pride and happiness, let me re-present to you for the first time in history, Handsome's Top Lip!

It's really back, ladies and gents, and there is no reason to think that it'll be disappearing any time soon.  At least, that's my hope and prayer.  Also, doesn't he have a nice smile for someone who would throw his post-braces retainer in the garbage after lunch period, every chance he got?  

Finally, I am taking suggestions for ways to make Handsome's birthday feel like an actual birthday, when he's already gotten his present, party, and birthday cake.  I'm planning to have a card for him, but that doesn't really make it feel like a birthday.  What do you think?  Balloons?  Noise makers?  A parade?

I love that lip,

31 Days: Home in Bed

Here's the simple truth: I've been cheated, and my body knows it.  Mainly, I've been cheated by the United States government.  For the majority of my life, I lived according to a certain standard, and then in 2005, whoosh!  In comes Congress, sweeping away my previous life and replacing it with a new one.  Even today, six years later, my body mourns the loss of that day.

The day Daylight Savings Time was changed.

Let us observe a moment of silence.

I know that daylight savings time will turn next week.  But for most of my life, (according to wiki) it was always switching over on 2 AM of the last Sunday of October.  Now we've got a whole other 6 days to wait, and my body knows.  It knows!  It knows that right now, I should still be home in bed, enjoying that extra hour of sleep.  Boo.  According to the sweet web page with clouds that google sent me to, Congress reserves the right to change back to the old ways, should this new change-date prove unpopular.  Well, Congress, hear you me - THIS IS UNPOPULAR.

In truth, I only feel slightly strongly about this.  But I wanted to share.  And I wanted some hot coffolatte to substitute for sleep, but I didn't get that.  But as the Rolling Stones have taught us...

Getting what I need (next  Sunday at 2 AM),

p.s.- To see the other 31 Days: Home posts, check out the bottom of this post

Sunday, October 30, 2011

31 Days: Homemade Costumes, Homeward Bound, Homewrecker, and Homelite

Yes, there are 4 'home' 's up there.  Go big or stay home, right?  OH! There's another one.  

I've slacked through October, this much is true.  There's been a lot going on in my not-online-life, and I haven't been able to find my camera cord.  You know, stuff comes up.

But I'm going to make up for it tonight.  I'm going to give you some make-up 'home' 's to try and fill the void my little bit of silence has obviously left in your lives.  So let's get down to this void-filling business.

Homemade Costumes: Tomorrow is Halloween.  (I know, chock full of relevant, earth-shattering information, that's what I am).  Two days ago was Handsome's birthday/Halloween/Housewarming party.  We were not very focused on our costumes, and so it came down to about 7 1/2 hours before the party (p.s.- no food was yet made, no decorations were yet put together... but we did have orange and black solo cups.), and we still weren't sure.  80's aerobics instructors?  Superman & Lois Lane?  In the end, a few Salvation Army trips and we went with the old classic couple from the best film ever:

Bandit and...

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

31 Days: Homework

Is it still October?  Because if it is, then I'm still supposed to be doing this whole 31 Days: Home thingy.  And if it's not, I've totally missed Handsome's birthday, which is probably the greater of the two evils.  Let's hope it's still October.
ASIDE: I just realized the other night that I'm 25.  This is mildly disturbing (the fact I just realized, not the fact itself) because, as it turns out, I've been 25 for about 10 months now.  Just double checked, and yes, I am really 25.  Guess I just thought the birthday would have hit me a bit harder.  Turns out age really is just a number, especially if you can't remember what the number is.
October has had me drowning in all things home.  Home-owning.  Home-cooked meals.  Homesick.  Home Home Home.  Lately, it's been homework.  

If I had a desk like this, I might get more work done.
More likely, I'd get some really awful leg cramps.
Maybe a back spasm.
Stupid desk.

ASIDE: The response I'm going for here is, "Oh! Poor Mariah!  She doesn't have a real job and has to do homework for a living, for less-than-minimum wage!" in case you were wondering.  So please feel appropriately sympathetic for my plight.  Thank you.

Thursday, October 20, 2011

31 Days: Home Cookin'

I.  Love.  Food.

Lately, I've been all about the junk food, but I know it's only a temporary thing.  Soon, I'll be all about the soups and stews, then probably move into breads, perhaps a foray into being all about the roasted vegetables... I'm all over the place.  

I made these mac & cheese muffin cups last night.
I love them.

One food category I'm rarely all about is restaurant food.  I don't know why.  I love the idea of restaurants - I sit and think of something yummy, state it out loud, and then 10-20 minutes later (depending on the service) it appears.  I eat as much as I want, and then the dirty dishes disappear.  It's all lovely, in theory, and there are times that I enjoy a dinner out.

I love them a lot.


I don't love it.  I rarely eat dinner out more than once a week, more like 2-3 times a month, tops.  I don't really like restaurant food.  Sometimes it's amazing, but a lot of the time I think, "I/My mom/someone-I-know could have made this at home, with real ingredients.  It might have even been better."  I'll admit, the cost does factor into it.  I mean, $2.15 for an extra side of mashed potatoes?  Because I'm eating $2.15 worth of potatoes, butter, and cream?  Puh-lease.  I'm barely getting 1/2 of a Russet, here!  But it's about the quality, too.

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

31 Days: Homeowners

Mighty Conqueror Moment of the Day: When I found my camera cord.


I haven't found the cord to the camera that is actually nice, and doesn't switch between modes on a whim (Sony has got to fix that little wheel problem), but I do have a camera that sometimes takes pictures and I can usually download them to the computer.  And so my muse has returned.

Handsome did carry me over the threshold.
Because he's sweet and humors me like that ;)

Handsome and I have been homeowners for... well, probably about 19 days now.  If I recall correctly, we moved in and spent the first night on October first.  Easy to remember.  When we moved in, it didn't really feel like home though.  As the boxes were unloaded and rooms were filled up, it began to feel like a place we were going to live, but it didn't feel any different from any of our old apartments.  

Yes, we had to sign more papers, and yes, there were some different feelings (like debt), but it didn't feel much different.  Even my excitement almost seemed forced.  There was so much work to be done, and I didn't know where to put anything... it was a crazy couple of days.

I kept looking around the place and taking stock - Nope, doesn't feel like ours yet.  Unload a couple of boxes, put the dishes in a cupboard - Nope, still not ours.  Walked around in the back yard, put in a mailbox - Nothing different.  I kept looking for that one moment when things would turn, and suddenly it would be ours.  I began to suspect that it wasn't going to happen, when suddenly...

Saturday, October 15, 2011

31 Days: Homophone

Definition: 2 or more words having the same pronunciation but different meanings, origins, or spellings.

Example: Bow, Beau.  Sean, Shawn.  Billed, Build.  Burough, Burrow, Burro.

Truth: I had to look up the definition, and then I looked up a list and picked the letter B.  I came up with the Sean/Shawn thing all by myself.  Actually, until I was well into highschool (still think it should be one word), I thought there was Shawn and Sean (pronounced Seen).  Couldn't figure out why anyone would want to name their kid Seen.  

Other Truth:  I don't care about homophones.  Even Onomatopoeia's don't really get me going.  What I want to write about is how I chopped down a 20-foot pine tree yesterday using only a handsaw and a dull hatchet.  And now I have 3 blisters.  And I put shingles on a roof today, so now I can add that to my list of "Things I know how to do at least moderately well".  I want to just pour out all of these confessions, probably mostly because Handsome has been working a lot lately, and Duke is still refusing to talk to me since I won't let him sit on the couch with me.  I want to tell you that I had chocolate bars and apple pie for dinner, and while it tasted good in my mouth, it's wreaking such havoc on my stomach that I've promised myself no junk food for a week.  I want to get your insight on what exactly you think "No junkfood" means.  Does it mean only stuff I buy at the store (for example the Cheetos can hidden on the top shelf behind the oatmeal) or does it mean no baking, too?  Since apple pie was an equal contributor to the problem I'm suffering from, I'm going to say it means no baked goods, too.  What about chips?  What if there's salsa with the chips?  Salsa is a great source of vegetables...  I want to tell you that my sister is newly and suddenly and wonderfully and happily married, and I'm thrilled about it.  I want to tell you that I moved a week ago and just tonight found the box my bible was packed in, and these last two weeks, while they've been hectic in general, have kind of sucked without spending that time I used to spend reading and praying.  I want to tell you that sewing a baby vest for a Toadstool halloween costume is a little trickier than just making squares out of T-shirts.  I WANT TO TELL YOU ALL OF THIS.


I still haven't found my camera cord, and I feel like there is only so much of the picture my words can paint.  I really think that perhaps my camera is my muse (mews - another homophone), and without it, I've just felt defeated before even starting. So my plan is thus: Resolved that I will buy a new camera that has a cord.  Done.  SYKE!  

I'm going to keep unpacking and try to find it.  And I'm probably going to be more absent in this month that I've promised to write every day than I ever have been before.  That's how things roll around here.  On a final note, Handsome has failed his sociopath test for the month.

M: You have a Daddy Longleg's crawling on you.
D: Fun fact - if you squeeze a daddy longleg's leg really tightly for a while, it just falls off.  
M: That's gross.
D: Sometimes I like to just leave him there, the little ball with no legs, and let him think about what he's done.
-Fail (homophone: faille) - 

gross.  Grosse.


*To see the other 31 Days: Home posts, check out the bottom of this link.

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

31 Days: Home Improvement


You thought this was going to be a post about improving the home?  Puh-leaze.  I'm talking about the 1991-1999 hit starring Jonathan Taylor Thomas (although since he left the show in 1998, it may as well have ended there).  Oh, and you thought that Tim Allen was the star of that show?  Again, child, PUH-LEAZE.  Also, for you ZTB fans out there, he was just part of the support cast.  Little TNS didn't even make the radar.

JTT was the closest I ever came to having a "celebrity crush".  I mean, yes, I thought he was dreamy, but even when I was young, I saw right through Hollywood's smoke & mirrors and wondered, "But what if he's not a nice person?  What would we even talk about?"  Clearly, I was not made for the movie star life, which is just as well.

In other news, I just googled Wilson's face, which was never shown in the actual sitcom.  There was a reason for that; it's not pretty (sorry Wilson!).  

Sunday, October 9, 2011

31 Days: Homecoming

It was homecoming this weekend at good 'ole CU.  I didn't go to the game.  What evs.  We did win, though, which makes us 6 - 0, and as a true bandwagon fan, that does get me a little excited.

There were other festivities.  Something called Tiger-Rama, other... things... I don't even know what.  Oh!, and the frats & sororities built "floats" on the football field.  How they can be called floats if they don't move in a parade is beyond me.  But that's how they do it here.  Woo-hoo, woo-hoo hoo-hoo.

That's all cool.  Homecoming is always nice.  Handsome's & my first date was to a homecoming dance, so I've got a soft spot for it.  But the homecoming that went on this weekend that really has me pumped had very little to do with football.

A friend of mine had a baby this weekend.  A dear, dear friend, like, in my wedding pictures with me, friend.  Like, sleepovers since before I could drive and 2-hour-long phone calls because that's normal, friend.  That friend had a baby.  And her witty, clever us-band, too.  I mean, he didn't have the baby, but he was there, and he was involved in the homecoming.  

She's got quite a story, as this has not been the regular 9-months & out, run of the mill thing.  This little guy, who will always be Firepower Chainsaw Excalibur [Lastname], to me, is a gift from God, as all good babies are.  (just kidding!  even the not-so-good ones are gifts from God too!  wait,... that's now how I meant it...).  That's the homecoming story from this weekend that makes me want to paint my face and try a cartwheel.  

I want to put a picture of him up here, but it's sort of late, and I don't want to bother her & her little family of 3 with a phone call about something that isn't of utmost importance, so I'll put this random baby picture up.  You know, because that's basically just as good.  

Hope your weekend was great, and your week rocks out.  I'm ready for new things this week.  Lets do some new things.
Cartwheels till I hurl,

*For other 31 Days: Home posts, check out the bottom of this link.

Thursday, October 6, 2011

31 Days: Homesick

I have come to the realization that I will not even come close to doing this for 31 days.  Which, in a way, is a good thing, as I've sort of hit a wall with the number of "Home"-words I can think of.  I can't get my mind off of "Homeopathic" and I don't even fully know the definition of that one.  The reason for not hitting the 31 days, other than missing the first 3 or so, is because I don't have internet at our new house yet, and I rarely bring my pictures to my office, so I can't post pictures.  And really, what is a post without pictures?  An empty shell, that's what.  And no one likes empty shells, save for hermit crabs who need a new home.

As a result of the no-internet-no-pictures thing, I'm going to be taking a lot of pics from google this month.
I will try to cite them, because I desire a clean conscience above many things.
This one is from here
I had a hermit crab once.  Well, probably more than once; we got them when we went to the beach every October for about 4 years.  There is one instance of a hermit crab that I remember, though.  I don't remember his name (probably something unique like "Crabbie"), but I do remember our one great day of play.  I had a miniature-lego-wagon-thing, and I was pulling him around in it.  I'm sure he was having as much fun as I was.  And then something else happened somewhere else, and my 6-yr-old brain forgot about Crabbie.  Hours later, I came back to an empty wagon that was unfortunately parked beside a small hole in the floor that fed down to our furnace.  Bye bye Crabbie.  

While that above story is no doubt heart-rending, you may be wondering what it has to do with being homesick.  Nothing.  And somethings.  I'll get to it.

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

31 Days: Homeostasis

I thought of that one this morning.  Homeostasis.  He he!  I really crack myself up.  

This is not a scientific place.  I do not have the tendency towards detail that is necessary for the biologies and the chemistries.  I mean, I say "thinger" all the time when asking for something to be handed to me, I add a "dash" or a "pinch" when I'm baking, and I'm just way to clumsy to be allowed to work with combustible materials or super sharp things.  
ASIDE: I want a chainsaw and a screw-gun for Christmas, and our first housewarming gift was a flaming pineapple.  Clearly, I ignore my limitations most of the time.  The results are not always pretty.
But I can break down this word, "Homeostasis" for you.  It's all about balance.  Google says this about the word: 

Noun: The tendency toward a relatively stable equilibrium between interdependent elements, esp. as maintained by physiological processes.  More »

I have learned, especially through these last few days, that my body, mind, soul, and sleep schedule, long, yearn and pine for homeostasis.  I need a stable equilibrium between work and home; awake and sleep; action and inaction.  There are times that I really need to buckle down and muscle through something, but also times when the pendulum swings back the other way and I need to relax and breathe, even when stuff is still going on. 

Monday, October 3, 2011

31 Days: Home

There's a thing going around the bloggy world.  A "thing" where, since October has 31 days in it, people choose one topic and blog about it for 31 days.  Its sort of a challenge.  I say, "CHALLENGE, ACCEPTED".  After all, the best way to learn about something is to tell others about it, and there's a lot that I don't know about.

I wanted to do that.

Problem is, I missed the first 2 days of Octobre (that's how I imagine the French say it, even though I know they say it differently).

So I guess this is 29 days.  Either way, I'm in.  And since it's got to do with my life, and my life seems to be revolving around one word lately, that's my topic: Home.  

We just bought our first home, which makes this quite appropro.  But, since I didn't think anyone wanted to hear 31 29 days of babble about how I haven't decorated my home yet, I'm going to expand the topic to be all things including the word home.  Home-sick.  Home-work.  Home-school.  Home-economics.  Home-wrecker.  You know, whatever has to do with the word home.  

Right now, our home is a crazy place.  But it's also exciting, because, in case you didn't catch it, I just wrote the words, 
As in, the home that belongs to us.

So exciting.  So nervous-making.  So stressful and lovely and awkward and full of potential.  So fabulous.

Really, I can hardly stand it.  

As I've mentioned before, it's as though we (Handsome & I) have two homes.  If we're out to eat, and I say "I want to go home," I mean the house where we live.  If we're out to eat and I say, "I miss home," I mean that lovely slice of heaven up in Pennsylvania.  There's a little internal conflict, but its not much.  Either place, either way, home is a lovely thing.  I'm all caught up in how great Home is right now, and so that's where we'll be for the next month.  

What about you?  What is one place that will always be "Home" to you?

Wrapped up in excitement and packaging tape, 
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