Category Archives: Merriments
TV, Music, and other entertainments
Sometimes, it’s just so hard to explain things to a little kid. Like the time that Mommy got presents every month, even when it wasn’t her birthday.
That one ended up with SpiderMan having new “Gentle Glide with the Best Leak Protection” pewers, if you can imagine that. If you can’t, here is an image I drew of it.
So, the Boo and I were hanging out with LEGO MIXELs, which is his latest craze, the book I’m reading, and Pitch Perfect. We have the soundtrack for Pitch Perfect, so Boo was basically singing along to everything. It’s awesome. I keep telling him that when he gets older, we’re totally going to bombard my choir director with THREE GENERATIONS OF HOYER in the same choir.
So, Anna Kendrick goes to sing the cup song…
…and Boo looks up at me with this inquisitive stare and is all:
Hey Mommy, why do girls wear shirts with that line?
And I look at Anna Kendrick, and I look at her gray shirt with no lines and I look at Boo, and I’m like…what line?
So he walks up to the TV and he points.
Right. To the cleavage.
Boo: Girls wear shirts like right there.
Boo: See, the line? Girls’ shirts are right there, and they have boobs and there’s like a line.
Boo: Boys don’t have it. Cuz I sing Agony, and I don’t have a line.
And then he started singing Agony, and got totally distracted, and I texted furiously to people that Boo had just questioned cleavage, and how do you explain cleavage to a six year old?!
Fast Forward to the next day.
We’re at the dinner table, and enjoying a nice dinner, and Boo looks at me, super serious.
Hey Mommy, you’re wearing a Pitch Perfect shirt today!
And I look down, because I i’m pretty sure I don’t OWN a Pitch Perfect shirt.
But yeah. He was totally right.
It’s finally acting like Spring outside, which means that the snow might be gone, but it’s windy and rainy and chilly outside. Considering what happened the last time Poof and I ventured outside in the wind, we’ve been taking to staying indoors. I head over to her place with coffee for everyone, and we chill out, watch TV, and partake in whatever is on TV that morning.
Today, commentary as follows:
L.A.: You know, that one douchebag is really starting to grow on me.
L.A.: No, I know who he is. I mean the dad douchebag.
Poof: Bruce Jenner?
L.A.: No, no. The douchebag that’s a dad.
Poof: Bruce Jenner?
L.A.: The dad that’s married to one of the daughters.
Poof: Which daughter?
L.A.: Lord Douchebag.
Poof: OH. Scott.
Poof: I mean, you really just can’t go around saying “that douchebag” with this show. I mean, it IS the Kardashians.
Boo: I think I’m going to call Papa “Dude.”
Me: I think you’re going to call your Papa “Papa.”
Boo: But he’s a dude!
Me: He’s your grandpa. Call him Papa.
Boo: FINE. Then you can call me “Dude.”
Me: I’ll call you “Dude” when you’re old enough to watch and appreciate The Big Lebowski.
Me: That rug really tied the room together.
Boo: We don’t have a rug.
Me: Maybe we should get one.
Boo: You got it, Dude.
Boo: Mommy. You got it, Mommy.
I read Camie over at Wild Spirit all the time (favorite blog alert)…
…and one of my favorite things that she does is her happy list posts. Things that make her happy on a day to day basis, which is something I don’t do enough in my life — acknowledging how good I have it. So, in honor of the amount of turkey and potatoes and pie I’ll be eating tomorrow, I decided to put together
.a thankful list.
Because I am really, really, thankful for a lot of crap.
2. Coffee, and the Keurig machine that my mother donated to my office so I won’t spend as much on coffee.
3. Singing. Singing with my Dad. Snapchatting Car-aoke to GoldDust and Poof. My out of tune guitar. Music of all sorts.
4. the amazing, astounding, irreplaceable group of ladies: Alto, CoSi, FunSized, GoldDust, Poof, and SoccerGirl, for being the best supporting, texting, BFFing, shopping, coffee-ing, snapchatting group of girls I have the privilege to know and love.
5. Writing. Journals and blogs and letters and tweets and everything that gets me out of my head and onto something that listens and responds and accepts.
6. Photos, cameras, snapchat, and the DSLR my sister gave me that I don’t know how to use, and the giant arsenal of memories that I have because of all those things. Mainly the memories, because of all the other things on the list. But it’s nice to have a tangible memory too.
7. That family group of people, that I appreciate more and more the older I get — how lucky I am to have a loving, weird, dysfunctioning functional family.
I know it’s not Thursday, but I’m gonna throwback anyway because PUKKA SHELL NECKLACE. pic.twitter.com/a97VT0gHD2
— Laura Anne (@LA_theGirl) July 16, 2013
8. Soccer. I don’t even care anymore that I’m not really that good, and
probably definitely never will be. I have fun playing, and I have amazing friends that have come out of this team and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
9. this $1 zit stuff that actually really works. It’s make up of some sort. It kind of stings. But it totally works. Yay, working! Yay, clear skin!
10. Snow, and winter, and the whole, yay, magical season. I should be like this year round – more appreciative and thankful for everything around me. I really should, and I mean to be. But ugh, you guys. The snow falls, and it’s all magical and beautiful and shiny and I don’t even mind that I live in Michigan and everyone, and I mean everyone drives like a chatchnugget. DON’T EVEN MIND. Michigan, you’re gorgeous.
On that note. Here’s to an excellent and overstuffed Thanksgiving tomorrow, for whoever and however everyone is celebrating.
-1. Christmas Music. I am not thankful for Christmas music until after Thanksgiving is over.
A few years ago, on another blog, Poof and I wrote about how our friends MC Hammer and Judy Jetson would one day find a way to be together and be in love. Apparently, we’re ESP(N), because on Saturday, they did it.
1. The Hangover.
…which is really okay, because it meant in the great battle of Go Big or Go Home, we did good.
2. Another gem to add to my 27 Dresses collection.
The short bridesmaid dress was the best thing ever invented for weddings. Similar to when I head out for a random night out on the town, I’m all gonna dance all night.
This is a hell of a lot easier when you can wiggle around a little bit.
3. Preparation is the key to success.
Poof and I headed out to Target on a mission a few days before the wedding. We’d learned from prior experiences that you should always be prepared, like the boy scouts say, lest you end up in a situation like this one:
November 2k10 — Poof and Captain’s Wedding
We’d forgotten about making mimosas for the morning of, as we got hair and make up and such done. Therefore, I ended up in a sketchy area of town, in a sketchy party store, dressed up in UGG boots and a guava bridesmaid dress with a flower in my hair.
Man at the counter: …are you in the right place?
Me: Do you have champagne and orange juice?
Man at the counter: …yes.
Me: then this is the right place.
Therefore. Outdoor photos in November in a strapless dress?
Five inch heels and dancing all night?
4. Knowledge is Power.
After theAsian’s wedding a few summers ago, I learned that you should always bring flats to dance in, because you do not want to be the barefoot girl that goes home with black bottomed feet. Either you’re drunk in your sink, washing your feet off at 2 am, or you’re waking up the next morning hating yourself because you have to change your sheets with a hangover. You don’t like fitted sheets? Try them with the hangover on. This marriage was no exception to the new knowledge rule.
Bartender: Didn’t you just get a drink?
Me: I finished it.
Bartender: That fast?
Me: Some spilled.
Bartender: How much of it?
Me: It was an exciting song. I need a lid for my next drink.
Bartender: I can get you a sippy cup.
Bartender: I’m totally kidding.
Me: …but could you really?
Bartender: Why not?
I switched to beer after that, because I didn’t want to be the girl on the dance floor with the kiddie cup.
You know what was in my wedding present from SoccerGirl?
Lesson taken from this wedding. Grown up sippy cups mean fun for everyone.
5. What you don’t remember, the camera will.
83 photos from Poof. 91 from me. 15 from my actual camera which I forgot to use after I recruited my groomsman to carry it for me at the reception.
Photographic Memory, basically.
MAWWIAGE, guys. MAWWIAGE IS WHAT BWINGS US TOGETHA TODAY. Technically, it brought us together Saturday, but y’know.
All the best, friends.
Love and Marriage. pic.twitter.com/SvPUKTRmo0
— Laura Anne (@LA_theGirl) November 16, 2013