To Geek Or Not To Geek

Published July 14, 2014 by marshaz333

There’s an ongoing discussion in our house about geeks and nerds.

It all started when I bought a pair of socks that says “I heart Nerds”. I thought they were so cute.

Little did I know that the Mr. did not care for these socks.

He also didn’t particularly like my Snoopy “I heart Nerds” shirt, which I wore EVERYWHERE!!!

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Then one day he asked me not to wear it and when I inquired as to the reason, I found out that he was offended by being called a nerd.

He was, in fact, a GEEK!

OH!!!

Didn’t know there was a difference.

But, oh yes, there is!!

I don’t  really know what the difference is but since the Mr. is  much smarter than me (GEEK) he must be right!

So I cut back on the wearing of the Nerd Love and continue to love my geek, though without accessories to prove it.

Everything was going fine until one day when I was informed by my Shelby that the Mr. AND I are actually her “favorite nerds”.

WHAT?!?!?!

Nerd????

ME???????????????????

Now wait just a cotton-pickin’ minute!

When did this happen???

Was it from all the Star Trek that I’ve seen??

Was it from my love of Doctor Who??

Or could it possibly be that I’ve now attended not one but TWO Comic Cons????

Oh yes, that’s probably it!!

Back in the spring, the Mr. and I went all the way to Indianapolis to our very first Comic Book Convention. And folks, let me just tell you, I may be a nerd, but there was not a doubt in my mind that at this event, the Mr. and I were in fact the coolest kids there!!!

Oh my stars and garters!

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Of course, it’s not easy to look down on these sillies from such a lofty height when you’ve just driven 3 hours to get your picture taken with Arya Stark!!!

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Yes, it’s true!

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NERD!!!

Well, I just couldn’t leave well enough alone so a few weeks later, Shelby joined us for our second Comic Con. This one was in Louisville and featured the cast of The Walking Dead!

Oh my!!

This was gonna be fun!!!

We opted to dress like just your average everyday weirdos though and we blended in just fine. And while there were LOTS of people in costume, the vast majority went for Doctor Who.

Here’s me with my favorite Doctor:

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Now, before you think this was a guy that “worked” at the convention, oh no! I’m much more pathetic than that!!

This was just some random dude that agreed to get his picture made with a middle-aged woman who loves David Tennant.

 

(via squidoo.com)

(via squidoo.com)

The Mr. wanted to bring this TARDIS home:

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And poor little ole Shelby humored me by posing with her LEAST favorite character of all time, TE.

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{YES, I realize it’s ET but when Shelby was little, she was scared of him and called him TE. What a cutie she was and still is!!!}

Then we went to the main event, a panel discussion with several cast members of The Walking Dead.

Sadly, all the actors played characters that have already DIED on the show!!

Oh well, we were still in the same room with Lori, Merle, Shane and Hershel.

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Al in all, it was a really great time and who knows???

We may go back next year.

I really want to take Belle and turn her into a nerdy geek too!

Her parents would LOVE that! :-)

~Mish~

 

Celebrate Good Times, COME ON!!

Published June 25, 2014 by marshaz333

The Mr. and I celebrated our 12th anniversary this past weekend.

I know 12 years may not seem all that big a number.

Not like 25 or 50 but I figure that the mere fact that the Mr. was able to put up with me for another 365 days while holding on to most of his sanity is reason enough to celebrate!

And celebrate we did!!!

We started with a late breakfast from McDonald’s.

Watched a little TV.

Played a little Guitar Hero (him, not me!).

Read a little bit.

Had a late lunch from the gourmet kitchen of Hardee’s.

And after a dip in the pool, we ate some popcorn for supper while watching TV.

We rounded out the night watching Dr. Who but couldn’t stay awake for the whole thing.

Do we know how to party or what?????

But the Mr. more than made up for the exciting day by giving me an awesome (and fun) gift.

He got me a Fitbit.

via engadget.com

via engadget.com

Now normally I would poo-poo the idea of anything fitness related for an anniversary present (or any other day present for that matter!) but let me just tell you that this thing is totes jelly!!! :-)

I had been trying to win a free one from the Pioneer Woman with no luck. So that sweet Mr. spent way too much money and surprised me with not only the Fitbit but he even got the color I wanted!!!

He listens!

He actually listens!!!

So what is a Fitbit???

Why, it’s a little thingamabob that tracks my steps, how many miles I’ve walked (not many), how many calories I’ve burned, how many “very active minutes” (HA!), as well as tracking weight, water intake and even sleep patterns.

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It’s neat-o!

I know there are those among you who are asking, “Why on earth would the very fit Mish need one of these?”

Well, let me just tell you.

Last night about 9:30 I was taking Taj out for his last hurrah before bed.

Yes, we go to bed that early so we can watch a Dr. Who.

I think I’ve already covered just how exciting our life really is.

So anywho, while Taj is doing his business and chasing lightning bugs, I pull out my phone to check how many steps I had walked. The recommended number is 10,000 but even with the dreaded trip to the grocery I haven’t gotten anywhere near that.

At 9:30 I was at 4,853 steps.

Well, that would never do!

I had to at LEAST get to 5,000.

So what did my neighbor see when she looked out the window???

She saw a crazy lady marching around her yard in the dark trying to get 147 more steps to register on her Fitbit!!!!

And no, you don’t have to march but I just wanted to make good and sure that each step was counted so I picked up those knees and embarrassed the heck out of the dog!! :-)

Loving the Fitbit!!!

Sadly, the Mr. didn’t fare as well in the gift department this year.

Lately we have been trying to cut back on expenses a little so I thought we were giving each other the same thing we did for Mother’s and Father’s Day…….a big lot of nuthin’!!!

So while I got the incredible Fitbit for a gift, that poor, poor Mr. came away empty handed.

But never fear, nostalgia wins the day!

When the Mr. was just a little guy (way before he was a Mr.) his mom had an album that he LOVED! She would play this album and he would sing every word of every song. The album was The Cat And The Lady.

Never heard of it?

Can’t find it?

Of course not.

It doesn’t exist!

Well, Sunday afternoon, we were watching the Sunday Morning show that we tape every week and there was a piece on songwriter Gerry Goffin. He was once married to Carole King and they wrote many songs together.

During that segment, we learned that the couple split up and Carole King branched out on her own in 1968 with an album called “Tapestry”.

 

via allmusic.com

via allmusic.com

THE CAT AND THE LADY!!!!

It DOES exist!!!

Well, after I realized that was the album, I just had to buy it!!

So several days AFTER our anniversary, I gave the Mr. his very own CD of The Cat And The Lady!!

I have a feeling I’m gonna be listening to that CD quite a bit.

Sorry I was so late (and cheap) but happy 12th anniversary, Mr.!!

Thanks for putting up with my silliness for yet another year!

~Mish~

 

These Boots Were Made for Walkin’

Published June 4, 2014 by marshaz333

The Mr. and I have been busy as can be.

And ya’ll……..I’ve got so much to tell you about!!!

From target practice to Comic Con to giant stinkers, I’m not really sure where to start.

Ok.

I’ll start with this past weekend.

Way back in the olden days of March, Molly posted on Facebook that she was going to put together a team for the MS Walk.

Now, first of all, let me just say that this isn’t the first time Facebook has gotten me in trouble!!

Nor will it be the last, I’m sure.

But in those chilly early-March days, I was young and naive and May 31 seemed oh so far off. I just KNEW that by the time the Walk actually took place, I would be miraculously thin and in shape.

I was so sure of this that I even bragged to my cardiologist that I was participating in the Walk.

Well, really I just told him because when he got to the question of exercise and I had to confess that my regimen was, for all intents and purposes, non-existent, I felt like this would make up for my winter laziness.

That sprang from my fall laziness.

That came after my summer laziness.

You get the picture.

It’s a whole laziness circle!

Anyway, what I wasn’t counting on was Dr. Monin being so impressed that he WROTE IT IN MY CHART!!!!

Oh my lands!!!

You all know what that means, right????

He’s gonna ask me about it at my next appointment!!!

YIKES!

But in all seriousness, the reason Molly put together the team and the reason I signed up was because of our good friend, Mark Jackson, who has been diagnosed with MS.

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So a big group of friends and family joined Team Jackson and this past Saturday we met up at the MS Walk.

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Some were pumped.

Me?

Not so much.

I had worried and fretted and worried some more.

Why was I so apprehensive?

I HAD been preparing for this Walk, hadn’t I?

I mean, with over 2 months to get off the couch, I had SURELY been walking every day so as to be ready.

Right?

Right?!?!?!?!?

WRONG!!!!!!

We met up with the team on a beautifully warm and sunny day with absolutely no preparation and no hope that I could do it.

But that awesome Mr. just encouraged me and told me he would walk by my side and take breaks whenever I needed them.

That’s sweet just on the face of it but considering that I’m a super slow walker in normal circumstances and have also been known to complain a bit when in uncomfortable situations, that just may earn the Mr. another star in his crown on judgment day!!

Let me say that not only did I walk the WHOLE WAY, but I did it without complaining, I only sat down 1 time and, most importantly, I WASN’T LAST!!!

I’d say that was quite the accomplishment!!

Now I’m sure you’re saying to yourself “My, that Mish is so impressive”.

And you’re right.

It is very impressive.

But I must confess that my big long walk was really just 3 miles.

And while most people could do that in their sleep, I think it was pretty remarkable for a middle-aged, overweight woman with a heart condition!!

Because did you catch that part about not being last???????

I was NOT last!!!

That’s the best part!

And even though I’m still limping along with a big ole blister on my foot and shin splints that scream every time I take a step, I’m glad I did it.

Because at the end of the day, helping in even a small way to find a cure for MS is so worth it!

And so is standing (or walking) with this guy:

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Love you, Old Man Jackson!!

~Mish~

 

Light as a Feather

Published May 19, 2014 by marshaz333

The wonderful world of TV viewing is coming to an end.

No, we’re not getting rid of the TV.

The Mr. wouldn’t stand a chance of living another day if he even SUGGESTED that we give up the television set.

What I mean is that summer is here and shows are ending until fall and the Mr. couldn’t be happier about it!

He started fussing around March-ish that he was ready for the shows to end and all kinds of bike riding and hiking and other sweaty-I-can’t-believe-he-talked-me-into-this activities begin.

But the other night we were trying to catch up on some TV watching and our sweet dog, whose hair is starting to grow back by the way, wanted desperately to come and sit with us.

So since he gets whatever he wants, up on the couch he came.  But the seat wasn’t quite high enough for his liking. He just had to climb up on the back of the couch so he could survey his kingdom a little more clearly.

While he was up there keeping watch, the Mr. decided it was the perfect opportunity for me to rub his smelly old feet!!!

And I, like a dutiful wife, obeyed his command.

Ok, I think I better clarify.

First of all, he didn’t really command; it was more of a whiney-beg.

Second of all, I wasn’t very dutiful because I complained to high heaven the whole time and even threw in a couple of tickles because I know he hates that.

Wife of the year, I think not!!

So we are watching TV in peace when all of a sudden, the Mr. cries out and his legs go flying!!!!

He almost kicked me right in the face!

What caused this sudden and violent outburst????

Was it an earthquake?

No.

Was it a bee and/or spider?

Nope.

Was it sudden onset of Tourette’s?

Not even.

Our cat-like dog who is neither light on his feet or even LIGHT decided he was ready to get down and PLOP!!

Right on the Mr.’s belly like a bowling ball!!!

{Taj is like a bowling ball not the Mr.’s belly!!}

Then Taj and all his 14 lbs. just stood there on the Mr.’s stomach and looked down at him like “WHAT??”.

Needless to say, wife-extraordinaire that I am , I just cracked right up!!!

The Mr.?

Not so much!!

~Mish~

 

 

Toe Pic!

Published March 14, 2014 by marshaz333

Hello.

Sorry for the long absence.

What long absence, you ask????

Well for those of you who haven’t noticed, I haven’t blogged since my epic fail of “7 posts in 7 days”.  Turns out 5 is my limit.

But for those of you who are regulars here (and I’m using that term loosely!), I apologize for my prolonged silence, though there are some who would count my “silence” a miracle.  Not naming names but, Dad, I’m lookin’ at you!! :-)

I have spent the last week in class for work.  It was a mapping class so I was expecting it to be all kinds of interesting but what I didn’t expect was all the hard.

I spent 2 ½ days hearing more facts about longitude and latitude than I ever cared to know.

I just don’t have room in my brain for such things.

It’s already filled up with such useful information as the lyrics to “Dead Skunk in the Middle of the Road” and the goings-on of Honey Boo-Boo and her family and who sat where and who wore what at our last family outing.

I’m just not sure I need to know that 1 rod equals 16 ½ feet.

You’d be amazed at how seldom that kind of thing comes up in my life.

So at the end of every day, the poor Mr., who is usually privy to my jovial attitude and, dare I say, hilarious quips, was met with a sharp tongue and absolutely NO humor.

I didn’t mean to.  I’m a good girl, but dag-gone it, I couldn’t seem to help it!!

{Paraphrase of an Andy Griffith line in case you missed it!}

Then low and behold there was a test.

Have you ever been given a test that you were prepared for and when you read the first question, it appeared to be written in Portuguese????

That was me!

And that ain’t all.

It was full of……you guessed it……MATH!!!

UGH!

But I forged ahead, guessed on a few of the answers and am now waiting on the results.  If somehow, by the grace of Almighty God, I passed that thing, I will try with all my might to use my new found knowledge of mapping on a regular basis.

Or not.

We’ll see.

All this to say that there was not a lot of laughter in my house this week.

Until last night.

There I was, minding my own business, when all of a sudden, the Mr. put on quite a show!

I was laughing so hard I thought I’d fall out in the floor.

Apparently, he decided to move from his recliner to sit beside his oh-so-pleasant wife but he had an issue navigating around the coffee table.

Maybe I need to draw him a topographical map.

I can do that now.

Sort of.

Ok, not at all.

His first mistake, of course, was switching seats in the middle of a show.

I mean, come on.

Is he new here???

It’s the MIDDLE OF A SHOW, for Pete’s sake!!!

I don’t know what he was thinking.

He knows the rules!!

People need to stay in their seats with their mouths firmly closed until a commercial.  And THEN only move or speak if it’s a lame commercial.  To be determined by me, of course.

Thank the Lord for the ability to pause TV because, oh the laughter that ensued after that Mr. jammed his little baby toe into the leg of the coffee table.

I heard it crack.

The toe, not the table leg.

But lest you think I’m completely heartless, it wasn’t the toe cracking I was laughing at but more the Mr.’s reaction.

Oh the reaction!!

He hollered and yelled and rolled around on the couch (in a very NON-baby-like manner, of course) and ended his little tirade with a manly punch to the coffee table.

Taj did NOT care for that bit of drama.

The Mr. kept insisting it was broken and I, though my tears of laughter and with my imagined medical degree, kept insisting that it wasn’t.

I felt sure that all he did was jam it and all that needed to be done was Dr. Mish needed to grab that sucker and yank it back into place.

Well, that idea didn’t get nearly the enthusiastic response that I thought it would.

He finally calmed down and I finally dried my tears and we continued with our TV show.

But every time the Mr. had to get up, he would hobble around and wince in pain while I giggled.

Finally at bedtime, I took a look at his little piggy toe after I promised not to pull on it.

Wow.

It’s bruised.

It may in fact BE broken.

Did I continue to laugh?

No.

Did I apologize for my unbelief?

Heck no…..I grabbed my phone and snapped a picture!!

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Poor Mr. and his poor little bruised toe!!

{Sorry for the toe picture, Marcus.}

~Mish~

 

Wonderful World of Taj

Published February 27, 2014 by marshaz333

As you know, I’ve committed to 7 blog posts in 7 days and I’m already struggling at Day 4!

Not a good sign.

The Mr. is apparently watching his P’s and Q’s  so as not to give me any new material so I’m leaning on a good ole standby…..Taj.

That little guy cracks me up and I know that my brother-in-law, David, LOVES when I post pictures of Taj on Facebook so he’s gonna really dig this!!

Last week when I was on my deathbed with the fatal diagnosis of Snuffy-Snotty-Head Syndrome, my little Taj-man was right there to take care of me.

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As you can see, he takes his nursing responsibilities VERY seriously!

Sometimes he gets to go for a ride in the car.  Especially on weekend mornings when I have to go get the Mr. some breakfast at 10:55.  The time is important because McDonald’s switches to lunch at 11:00.

It’s always a race!

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Taj loves to ride in the car but he HATES when you stop.

Like at red lights.

Or stop signs.

Or in the drive-through.

And he barks.

And barks.

And barks.

And BARKS!!

He’s a madman!!

And I’m not talking a deep, manly bark.

His bark is the most high-pitched, shrill, ear-piercing bark that you’ve ever heard in your whole ding-dong life!!

Imagine that sound.

Now imagine you’re in a car with it.

With the windows rolled up.

It’s enough to make you want to kill someone.

Not the dog.

Someone.

But last night, the little guy just cracked me up.

Now this story may gross some of you out.

I’m thinking, Debbie, you may want to stop reading, if you haven’t already!

One of Taj’s very favorite things is string cheese.

Really any cheese.

Or any food for that matter.

But he’s learned the word “cheese” and earlier in the night when he was fast asleep, I mentioned to the Mr. that I had a hankerin’ for a hunk of cheese.

Well, that little dog’s head snapped around so fast I was sure he had whiplash!!

I got him calmed down and forgot all about getting that cheese.

Until I got ready to go to bed.

The Mr. had already gone upstairs and I was getting the lights turned out and the alarm set and I had just come out of the bathroom when I thought “CHEESE”.

{Don’t even try to analyze why I would be thinking of cheese in the bathroom.}

{I’m an enigma!}

I looked around and there was no one in sight.

Taj must have gone up to bed with his dad.

So very quietly I opened the refrigerator door and grabbed a stick of string cheese.  When I closed the fridge door, THERE HE WAS!!!!

It was like a horror movie!

He can be quite stealth when food is involved.

At that point, Taj wouldn’t leave my side.

He followed me up the stairs.

He watched me plug in my cell phone, take my pills and put on my jammies.

Then I peeled that plastic off the cheese and he almost lost his little mind with excitement!

Up on the bed he went as I’m trying to lay down and keep him from stealing my cheese!

Now, I’m not a cheese peeler.  I’m a cheese biter.

I know.

You’re supposed to string it.

Hence the name.

But I’m always afraid that I……I mean Taj……will choke on the strings so I bite.

For every bite I took, I gave him a little bite.

And NO……I didn’t LET him bite it…..I bit it and handed him the bite.

That would be gross!

But not nearly as gross as the next thing COULD have been.

While I’m chewing my last bite, I’m explaining to Taj that there is no more.  But he’s standing on my pillow, looking down at me chewing so I open my mouth and stick out my tongue.

Apparently, this is something he’s never experienced before.

Or it may have been the cheese bits on my tongue (I was still chewing after all!).

But he’s staring at my tongue.

And then he leans in.

Then he leans in a little closer.

Now let me assure you that there was NO WAY IN THIS WORLD that I was gonna let that dog lick my tongue!

NO.

WAY.

IN.

THIS.

WORLD.

But the expression on his face was so funny that I laughed.

And when I laughed my tongue moved.

Well, you would have thought that a monster popped right out of my face the way that dog jumped!!!!

Scared him to absolute death!!!!

That really got me laughing so I stuck my tongue out again and he ran.

So I guess now I know that he will always be my protector from bad guys.

As long as that bad guy doesn’t stick out his tongue!

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~Mish~

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