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K-O-!

(In my head I hear that title like some old school marvel vs. capcom goodness...just sayin')

So I've decided that in 2010 I'm going to actually not be quite as lazy in the kitchen and work on actually cooking, at least on weekends, when I have time.

Anyways tonight, after fighting the urge to just resort to eating leftover pizza, I made dinner and we had a whole chicken, potatoes (baked, him; sweet, me), broccoli and cheese, salad and some chalet sauce that mom and dad brought down last time they visited. Not exactly gourmet cuisine, but there was a lot of it, and it was yummy. Which led to this.

Allie: I think this beats leftover pizza.
Josh: Beats it to death *pause* with its scrumptious stick!

K....O. *beams*

Christmas Proper, v. 2009 (in pictures)

Fail

My neighbour gigantic moment of fail this morning. He sped down the road and then hit his brakes in an effort to shake the snow off of his truck.

It didn't work.

This is a pic of him reversing back to his driveway.

Happy Holidays!

Fred Flintstone FTW!

So today, there was tons of snow in Lubbock. Where tons of snow translates to four inches, with a layer of ice underneath.

Xanadoo however was still open and so we ventured out in Sabrina (my little car) to get to the store. I'm paranoid about other people driving my car under the best of conditions. Moreso when we're in Texas, and driving on ice. Even when that person is Josh.

Allie: Brake...please.
Josh: Allie. I'm going TEN miles an hour. I could stop this thing, Fred Flintstone style, with my just my feet...if I had to.

For real tho, we have snow. (And it's great!) Here is a picture of my house, if you don't believe me.

Wil Wheaton.

Last night, after catching up on the most recent season of The Guild, Josh turned to me and asked "You DO know who Wil Wheaton is, right?"

At this point I have to admit that I burst out laughing and asked him back "You're kidding? Right?"

*awkward turtle*

He wasn't. (Oops)

Apparently, a while back, when I said "I used to be kind of a trekkie" my statement did not adequately convey the extent of my middle school obsession with Star Trek:TNG. My bad.

Note to self, next time, just say "yes dear."

Also, shameless plug, the Guild, Season Three - was fantastic. You should totally watch it.

Attack of the X

Every woman knows that no matter how brillant, sexy and wonderful you are, occasionally that extra X chromosome is going to get you. Usually in public. Usually having something to do with an activity that is traditionally viewed as "a guy thing." Usually in front of a guy, probably one you want to impress with how brilliant, sexy and wonderful you are. Aaaand usually you're going to feel like an idiot afterwards. The quintessential "oops, having a girl moment" moment.

And that pretty much sums up the most memorable part of my afternoon. You see, today, Josh and I spent the afternoon at Lubbock's Science Spectrum and for the most part had a very enjoyable time indulging our inner kid/geek selves playing in a science center geared for people who were at most about a quarter of our ages. It was great.

It was great until Josh, with eight year old glee in his voice said "Come look in the periscope."

Yes, for reasons which are beyond my ability to fathom, here in the desert of Texas, we have a real life periscope which extends through the top of the building to view surrounding enemy navy vessels of all sorts...or...the Holiday Inn adjacent to the Science Center.

Back up the train here, for a sec, and let me explain that Josh has eight year old glee in his voice because he likes submarines and this round submarine painted corner, with it's real life periscope, is probably the closest he's going to get to one in the relatively near future. He likes submarines so much that we have seen just about EVERY darn submarine movie known to man, and a few which should have been lost to antiquity. I'm not kidding...if I added up the number of lost hours in my life over submarine movies, well, I don't, because it would depress me.

I have seen about a thousand gazillion submarine movies. I know periscopes.

And for no reason I can fathom, other than at this moment my second X chromosome kicked in... I skipped over, bent down, and....tried to look through the handle of the periscope. The one with the little rubber grip on it. Like...it was a telescope.
(Incidentally, you don't see anything when you do this, other than the little rubber grip of the periscope handle VERY close to your eye.) *sigh*

At this sight of this, Josh promptly doubles over in what could only be accurately called "hysterical laughter" and declares that this moment alone was worth the fifteen dollars it cost him to get us into the science center in the beginning.

Brilliant, sexy, wonderful....and jinxed by that double X. *headdesk*

Our musical tastes differ.

We had this discussion again this afternoon:

*while listening to Smashing Pumpkins*

Josh: We should have put this song in our wedding.
Allie: It's called Mellon Collie and the INFINITE SADNESS. No.
Josh: It's called a beautiful song. I should have pushed harder for this.

*headdesk*

I nixed this idea years ago, but it seems to be a bone of contention so please settle this for us once and for all and vote in the poll below. May the popular vote win! And the next time we get married we'll know...

Allie

Should we have used Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness in our wedding?

Christmas and all that comes with it...

Here are a bunch of pictures of our house this Christmas. Yes, we're excited to actually HAVE a house to decorate...

Pictures of Casa Belisle...Christmasified

Cold feet

*in bed, when I stuck my cold feet on him to warm them up*
Josh: ARGH!!!
*pause*
Josh: *threateningly* Don't make me call Kurt on you!

Kurt is our marriage counselor.

I laughed so hard I cried.

Also, hate to break it to ya husband, but I'm not sure there's a lot he can do about cold feet...when they're the literal kind.