Day 15: A YouTube Video: Ike vs The Robot

One of my least favorite things ever is hair - mainly, hair that isn't attached to anything.  The thought of it makes me shudder. Luckily I'm really good at coming up with excuses and have never had to clean my hair from the shower drain, and it has officially become Y's job.


Today's post was supposed to be me participating in something called "Fill in the Blank Friday", a series of fill in the blank questions that changes weekly. But today's topic was hair. I'm tired of talking about hair. First I posted about my awful fashion show hair. Then yesterday, as you may know if you follow me on twitter, I got a haircut. Given my hatred of unattached hair, getting a haircut is like going to the dentist in my book. An hour covered in little hairs? I'd rather get a root canal. (Which I've had. It didn't hurt.)


And then, to top it all off, both my hairdresser (who used to be a nurse) and Y decided to describe -- in depth -- a type of tumor that is filled with hair. I gagged. My quota was reached. So I decided to show you a youtube video instead. You're welcome, trust me -- you didn't want to read about "my best hair day" or "my go-to hair". 


Happy weekend!

Ikeback.

Ike hasn't gotten a ton of blog time recently. He's clearly very upset. He's been spending less time with me and more time with Y in protest. This is causing custody issues: custody of Ike's "best friend" title.

What those of you who only "know" Ike through this blog don't know, is that when Ike is around people besides Y and me, he loses.his.sh!t. I had a post planned for this morning: a picture perfect video of him to attempt to put an end to the age-old question When an Ike behaves in the forest and no one is around to see him, did he really behave?

And then I came home from the gym at 6:30 am and he had practically written his comeback post for me.

I found this on the floor:

An hour earlier, that pan had been full of nearly an entire loaf of bread. Note that my first thought was not "Holy crap, Ike ate an entire load of bread", but something more like, "Ike hates bread! I must have outdone myself with this loaf!" Then, and only once I patted myself on the back for a loaf well done, did I start to research the existence of bread poisoning.

Okay fine, it was also right after I took this picture:

Y, the expert on dogs after 2.5 years of people medicine school, assured me Ike would be fine. He's really good at making me believe anything he says, so I decided to watch TV instead of attempting to Google every possible combination of the words "bread", "toxic" and "dog".

While removing the remote from its usual home in between the couch cushions, I noticed something brown but ignored it. Ike's bone, probably. Every time I give him a bone, I find it three hours later buried in the couch cushions.

It was not Ike's bone.

If only we had a hidden camera in the living room. I would love to know Ike's process for burying a loaf of bread while keeping it surprisingly intact.

WBThirty Day 14: Today I believe...

{What is WBThirty?}

Today I believe...


...in a classic tale of robot love.


...that if this spider can make it to the 10th floor of a Chicago building, I can do anything!



...that the world would truly be a better place if you could, actually, sit on the clouds.


...that happiness really is a warm puppy.


{I'm borrowing "Today I Believe" from the most adorable blogger/aspiring writer ever, Laura.}

Day 13: outfit of the day pictures

True story: I've been in two fashion shows. Both selected their models in rather exclusive ways, the first being my class had to do it and the second being first come first serve.

Today's post in the WBThirty was to post a week of "outfit of the day" pictures. Maybe you've never heard of this phenomenon? There's a big fashion blogging community in which bloggers post pictures of their outfits every day, comment on the fit and feel of the clothes, and alert the world to sales the moment they happen. Secretly this appeals to me, since I enjoy [and spend far too much time] getting dressed in the morning, yet sit in a windowless office all day where no one can see my creations.

I've been slightly embarrassed about this post and playing fashion blogger for a hot second, so I decided to tell you about my fashion shows in hopes that the post could only get less embarrassing from here.

The actual audio from this fashion show: "Everyone's crazy about denim! D is always a star student and she wants her clothes to sparkle and shine too. So, you see her modeling her best jeans and jean jacket, but they're embellished with an array of multicolored jewels. Her white blouse features decorative jewels to complement a look for D that truly sparkles and shines."

Fashion show number two was a little more interesting:

In 2004, I named this photo badhair.jpg

And this picture is called newhair.jpg. At some point in my life, even for a brief second as I labeled photos, I did not consider this bad hair. That scares me.

Now won't you humor me as I play dress up? Note that I don't make Y stand there and take these pictures. a) He would kill me, and b) I know how to use my timer, and c) he will never be Bryan Skeen (can you tell I have a girl crush on Kendi? I promise to stop referencing her now).

just dandi

No, Just Dandi isn't Just Dandy's trashy cousin. It's what happens when Y is on call all night and just D and Y becomes just D and Ike. Spoiler alert: it takes place entirely on the couch and involves really ugly socks.




I'm a little over 100 pages in to this book, but it's on track to become one of my favorites. Similar sentiments toward the pumpkin ice cream.

Day 12: My top blogs

Today I checked the number of blogs I follow in Google Reader, and it was not pretty. 212. Do you know how much time that amounts to that I spend reading blogs each day? Unfortunately Scholarly Ike is out of the office today and can't do that calculation for us. But just know that it's a lot.

My favorite blogs are either funny, or they share pictures of pretty things, be it food, clothing, photography, or stationery. It's like having a huge stack of magazines in front of me at all times. Except that I still subscribe to 6 magazines. There's something about coming home to Cameron Diaz's face in my mailbox that I can't get enough of.

So I present you with prettyfunny.

Pretty:

Annie's Eats: If you have ever complimented one of my cupcakes, just know I get all of my recipes from Annie (we're on first name basis) and everything I bake looks like Ike baked it when you look at her creations.

Funny:

Go Fug Yourself: The Fug Girls make me laugh out loud multiple times every day. They make fun of celebrity outfits in this smart, quick way that's like reading an episode of 30 Rock.

Hyperbole and a half: just read this. It has led to many an afternoon spent alone in my office, tears of silent laughter running down my face.

Pretty and Funny:

Kendi Everyday takes pictures of her outfits everyday. Yeah, you say, so does every other fashion blogger out there. Kendi is different. I will defend her like she's my own sister. Kendi, if you read this -- do you want be sisters?

I decided I should share the wealth and introduce my readers -- a lot of whom are new to blogs and only read this one because Y wanted an opinion on his bowtie -- to some of the pretty/funny things I come across on my internet travels. And not just today, this twelfth day of my 30-turned40plus-blog challenge. Every day! Or at least regularly. So stay tuned, you will see prettyfunny again.

the perks of being me

Being married to a medical student has its perks. Like, um, access to the student lounge in case I ever get a hankering to beat Y in a game of ping pong (Fun fact: we spent half a day on our honeymoon playing ping pong in a resort in Ireland. I won. Every time.) Another perk: looking forward to rolling around in piles of money someday.*

*That was a joke. I plan to ski down my piles of money, Scrooge McDuck style:

But really, I figured out the one thing worth bragging about. You know all those times you think you might have a mystery animal living under your floorboards, and you know this because your dog spends scary long amounts of time sniffing the floor? And then you start dreaming about snakes bursting through holes in the wall or foxes making their way into your doggie door and eating your Ike?

Well, in such scenarios, I have a stethoscope with which I can listen to the floor. You don't.

By the way, on auscultation sharp scratches are present bilaterally, grade 3/6 clawing heard in the left lower living room, will follow up with radiographs to confirm probable rodent colonization. I wrote that all by myself.