sam, this one’s for you

I know we are all special. I know there can never be another you. But I gotta tell you, if there could be another you, I am totally the girl to figure out who it is. Of the many disorders I have revealed in this space of mine, I’m not sure I’ve shared with you my obsession with discovering your look-a-like.

I met Ellen Page at the conference last weekend. You know, from Juno?

No, of course not really. But I did meet Sam from The Listeners Post. She is Ellen Page’s twin in real life I think. Hil. Arious. She looked really familiar so we played the name game until we figured out the loose connection we have. (She went to college sort of in my town. Sort of.) Then later I realized it was probably the whole you-look-just-like-Ellen-Page thing that caused me to think I knew her.

Sam is so much fun and I was disappointed that I didn’t get a photo of her at SheSpeaks. Actually, I’m kind of lying. I did get a photo of her.
I call this one Stalker With A Great Zoom Lens. I’m definitely climbing up the bff ladder in her book for posting this, I’m sure.

Sam is another one of the surprise gifts I received this weekend. She kept us laughing at the conference which is always a plus for me. More than that, she allowed herself to be moved by God’s hand and she didn’t let fear keep her from being vulnerable at His feet. I like that.

Let’s hear it for Sam! And is there anyone else out there who never sees a unique face because everyone you meet looks like someone you already know?

can I have your attention please

Emily has been abducted by Monster Mommy. I repeat: Monster Mommy is on the loose.

She is not playing with her children, not unpacking her messy house, smelling like a hairy factory worker and being generally mean to any person under three feet tall. She cannot be bothered with things like tying shoes or showing compassion. If anyone wants to ride their bike or have a popsicle, it is just too bad. There will be no fun allowed. She is too busy being a monster.

Pray for her swift and safe return.

It’s not looking good.

In which I prove I have an addictive personality

Every now and then, my sister asks if we watch Deadliest Catch. If you’ve never seen it, it’s a show that comes on the Discovery Channel about crab fishing. Every time she asks, I say no. But what I’m really saying is: No, we don’t watch a show about fishing. An hour long show about fishing. An hour long show about cold, wet men who fish for crab from the deck of a cold, wet boat.

And I stood by that response. Until Big David won American Idol and Jim didn’t propose to Pam and I found myself show-less. So one night last week, we watched Deadliest Catch. And now we can’t stop. In fact, we spend nearly every commercial break discussing why:

  • It comes on every night, multiple times.
  • It has suspenseful music in the background that makes crabbing seem exciting and important.
  • We have all these cool new words and phrases to use like “picket hook” and “captain’s string” and “the crew is back at the rail”.
  • The bad words are bleeped out. Some sentences are just one long bleep.
  • Sometimes really dangerous things happen like someone gets hit in the head by a picket hook or the crane leaks hydraulic fluid all over the deck. Not to mention the hurricane force winds and the blinding rain…but that’s like, sissy stuff for these guys.

This show has all the makings of a good story: competition, the thrill of victory, the agony of defeat. It is fascinating to watch the way the captains handle failure and success. I keep telling myself I’ll stop watching as soon as we see them catch a full pot. And then we did. And we found ourselves wanting to see it again. It more than justifies the high cost of crab legs.

We also got into this:
the man: I bet people are smarter now that we have tv.
me: What do you mean?
the man: Because how would we ever know about stuff like this otherwise?
me: Yeah. How would we ever know? We are like, so smart.

And then we remembered about books. All the books. All the books that aren’t being read by us because we can learn it from the Discovery Channel.

Let’s be honest. I would never pick up a book about crab fishing. I didn’t think I’d ever watch a show about it either. But now I find myself with Deadliest Catch on my dvr and Bon Jovi’s “Wanted Dead or Alive” stuck in my head. That’s the very appropriate theme song. From the show about crabs that I can’t stop watching.

brought to you by the letter B

We spent some good time outside today. This little one insists on wearing dresses. No matter the occasion. When she gets on her bike, she likes for it to flow behind her like this.

Then, while unpacking the playroom, the girls found these. Of mine. From…a long time ago.
Look! It’s Derek from Barbie and the Rockers. Not to be confused with Derek Shepard from Grey’s Anatomy. Although they do bear a striking resemblance to one another. Notice the way Derek looks at Bee. He’s always had a thing for her. And they were born with a mike in their hands.

For what it’s worth, I just realized I have officially passed the age of my Barbies.

Enough about that. On to more house news. I’m finally beginning to think about that fireplace wall again. Remember the before?
I asked you for help with this room and you sure did deliver. We had painted the walls and the mantle, as well as the doors to the built-ins. Many of you recommended we remove the doors and so today, that is what I’ve worked on.
It’s harder than you might think, as those little screws are all painted over. But here you can see one side with, the other without. I put a little horse on the shelf just to try her out. I think I like them door-less.

In keeping with our theme, I have to mention that my dad helped my man assemble the girls’ bunk beds this afternoon. I don’t have a good photo of the beds, so here’s one of my dad.
He likes to make strange faces when he knows the camera is pointed his way.

Here’s someone else who enjoys reacting to my camera as well as opening every single box in the playroom and trying on every piece of dress up clothing that comes out of them.
Buzzzzzz.

this is me, letting it be

So after reading your comments on my last post (which I loved, by the way), I’ve decided that blogging is definitely kind of weird. Pink Dreaming, you said it so perfectly when you commented about chatting with your blogger friend and how you simply knew more about her than she knew about you. I love that you slapped her on the knee and laughed like you were old buddies. But isn’t that why blogging is so cool, too? Still, when you have a blog and someone reads it and then you meet them for the first time, its like they have an unfair advantage. The social scale is kind of off balance.

But you know what else I’ve decided? I think I’m gonna just go with it. So this is me, embracing the weirdness.
Actually, this is Andy Warhol me. Andy Warhol me with my U-Haul box. Because we’re moving in 2 days. And I have nothing better to do than to take pictures of me and my big self.

prepare for the question mark

You know how when you were a kid and you said your own name 100 times in a row out loud and it started to sound really weird? And you wondered how in the world anyone could name their child that weird sounding name? But then you waited a few minutes and then said it out loud again it sounded normal?

That’s kind of where I am with this blog.

I am honestly kind of weirded out that I have one. I’ve met several people lately with about 3 degrees of separation between us and they have said they read my blog (hi 3 degree away people!) which is great. And no big deal to me if you lurk. That’s part of having a space on the internet as far as I’m concerned.

But it’s kind of weird, isn’t it? Right? I’m all Hi. I’m Emily. What’s your name? And they’re all Hi! I’m so-and-so and I really like your new house and the color in your kids room and my fingers are double-jointed too. And it’s kind of fun. Until I realize Wow. I have nothing new to say to this person because they already know EVERYTHING ABOUT ME.

Okay. Maybe not everything. But you know what I mean? Is this weird? Or have I just said my name too many times in a row and I need to give it a bit and it will seem normal again? Does anyone else think this way? Am I asking the wrong audience?

i have just…

The Office spoiler alert…read at your own risk.

  • eaten my weight in rocky road ice cream and oreos.
  • teared up when Kevin got The Office parking spaces back.
  • second (and third, and fourth) guessed my tile choice for our bathroom.
  • clapped and pointed at the tv screen when Jim pulled out a ring.
  • wondered if we have food for the girls school lunch tomorrow.
  • realized I still haven’t had a shower today.
  • packed my entire living room in my head.
  • spoiled Debbie’s enjoyment of her TiVoed Office by not having a spoiler alert earlier.
  • called myself an idiot.
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