Sunday, January 31, 2010

YAWNSIES.


So, it's been awhile. But only unblogworthy things have been happening. If you don't believe me, just the other night, Y dreamed that his toenail fell off, and when I fully woke up 30 minutes later I rolled over onto a severed toenail. And
that was the most interesting thing I could come up with.

In other unblogworthy news, we did our taxes. My W-2 was apparently on the mail truck next to a shipment of bacon.


We reorganized the bookshelf:


And rearranged the refrigerator magnets:

Even Ike is bored.


Here's to a more exciting week... WHO DAT!

Sunday, January 24, 2010

house tour, stop 1: the bathroom / nature observatory

Since, for some unknown reason, none of my family wants to come visit fabulous Shreveport (ahem, DAD, ahem) I feel like some house pictures are necessary. Oddly enough, I feel like I'll be able to supplement them all with an entertaining (to me) story like this one:





I used to hate the pink tile on our bathroom floor, until about 10 minutes ago, when I realized it was a
thing. I mean, it has a name, Mamie Pink -- named after first lady Mamie Eisenhower. There's even a blog about it. Who knew, right? Our eyesore was suddenly a vintage treasure. I showed Y.

Y: let's take a picture of the bathroom and send it to the blog! Clean the bathroom!

Me: Psh... you just want me to clean the bathroom.

Y: NUH UH. I'm just saying, we probably should pick up the branch on the bathroom floor before we send a picture into a blog.

Me: Um... branch?

Y: Yeah. Duh. The branch on the bathroom floor.

Me: Why is there a branch on the bathroom floor?

Y: I dunno. It's been there for about a week.



Me: Soo... you've been noticing this branch for a week, and you didn't think to pick it up?

Y: ...



And, that concludes another episode of
When Med School Eats Your Brain.

The rest of these bathroom pictures are for my sister, who can't believe any bathroom of mine would exist without trash and empty shampoo bottles everywhere. I've moved on, sister, apparently to branches.





just our average Sunday




Why is Ike so skeptical of us, his innocent, loving owners?







Oh.

Saturday, January 23, 2010

my plight

Some of you may be familiar with this picture, illustrating how hard it is for us to be named Daci and Yoni:







You might laugh, but people, this is a daily struggle for me! It's hard. There's nothing funny about it. And there's certainly nothing funny about this next example, an e-mail conversation with "F"**:




























**names and subject matter have been changed, however, the deliberate enhancing of my name and F's continued misspelling of it have not.

Thursday, January 21, 2010

hello, charles.

A few weeks ago I was watching SNL (I refuse to give up on it) with Charles Barkley, and I began to wonder if he remembered that time we hung out together at Pure in Caesar's Palace.

a conversation about activia.

We let Ike sleep on the bed for a few days.

Luckily for him, this meant he got to take part in our morning tv commentary, which usually includes counting typos on the local Shreveport scroll at the bottom of the Today Show (the amount of which, by the way, does not make the local news look very good).

This particular morning, an Activia commercial came on; one where Jamie Lee Curtis is just hanging out in some random family's kitchen.

Y: This is stupid. Who is just randomly hanging out in their kitchen with Jamie Lee Curtis?

Ike:




Y: Um... Jamie Lee Curtis??

Ike:

Y: Uh? Maybe that's his mother.

Me: Or his father...



Wednesday, January 20, 2010

deep thoughts on medicine

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

1-19-10


Do you see that one red kibble?

{Look harder...}


I'm convinced Ike won some sort of prize.

Monday, January 18, 2010

A blog about nothing.

The most noteworthy thing that happened to me today:

Y is sitting next to me, playing Tecmo Superbowl, a video game that looks like it might be from 1983. I, being the mature married lady I am, pluck one of Ike's hairs from Y's shirt and stick it up his nose, making Y miss whatever 1980s play he's trying to make*. Y kicks my shin and calls me every name he can think of.


Oh, and there were cupcakes.



I mean... wouldn't you start a blog, too? The people want to hear this stuff.




*I am told it was 3rd and long and from 1991. I still don't think I deserved to be kicked.