Voice Static

Yesterday was David's and my nine month wedding anniversary. Woohoo! That went by quickly. We could have had a baby by now! One of the most fun experiences of my life was the first road trip I took with David to his parents' house in Eastern Pennsylvania. We had only been dating for a couple of months at the time.

We were forced to make our trip over a weekend, so our (ill-advised) plan was to come home from work, immediately sleep until Midnight, and then drive all the way through to the morning. Of course, we had an extremely hard time trying to fall asleep at 6 PM, so we ended up leaving around 10 PM with NO sleep and plans to drive all night.

The stupidity of our plan reared its ugly head around 3 in the morning, when, despite copious amounts of caffeine, we were dangerously sleepy. Unable to keep our eyelids open any longer, we pulled into a rest stop and said "Let's just sleep for a couple of hours." 6 hours later, we woke up with terrible breath, stiff necks, and greasy skin. I don't think there is anything worse than sleeping in your car at a rest stop. PLUS, you know... there was fear of that serial killer with a hook for a hand.

Nevertheless, we made it safely to our destination and one day later, departed for home.

We were confined in a car together for 20 hours that weekend, and I probably laughed for 18 of them. (The other two were spent eating). Both of us yelling in my Jetta at the tops of our lungs, trying to create "voice static"... now THAT is good times, good times. (Don't ask.) I knew I was falling in love with him.

On Simple Living, or Something Like It

There are so many things about religion and politics that I don't understand, and feel like I can't even begin to understand.

I've never read the Bible in its entirety, so I am unable to argue about many religious topics with "quotes" or somesuch to back me up.

The basis of my 'religion' comes from what I feel is right in my heart. I don't know how to explain it in any other way.

Does God want us to live simply? I guess so. Why? Should I feel guilty about owning a large house? Why? I do feel guilty for having so much while others have so little. Where is the line crossed? Should I feel guilty for enjoying a hobby, or should I spend all of my time helping others? Why are there so many misguided people? Why is it so hard to find out what God wants us to do in our lives?

Changes

My darling "Fancyfeet" Cornelius is off of his crutches and re-learning how to walk correctly. I know it's awful, but I'm disappointed that we never got to take advantage of his handicap and use a motorized cart while grocery shopping.

With Dave on his feet again, we are extra motivated to accomplish some goals that are always on the backs of our minds. This includes, but is not limited to: keeping the living room clean, watching less television, eating healthier dinners, and playing more with Sprinkles (OR FEELING HER WRATH).

It's tough, and history will show that we have a 99.9% chance of failing, but we're going to try nonetheless.

This is going to be our time. Time to taste the fruits and let the juices drip down our chins. I proclaim this: The Summer of Cornelius!

Etc., Etc.

I'm in Chicago right now on business. Rosemont, to be exact-ish. I think Marlo's parents live close by, but I'm not 100% certain.

I have lots of random things to say because I'm just laying on my hotel bed in the semi-dark.

My music of the moment is the Silversun Pickups. A lot of people (here's looking at you, Pitchfork!) have said that they sound like a Smashing Pumpkins rip-off band, but honestly - that's why I like them. I HATE the new Smashing Pumpkins music. I just wanted them to keep churning out records with their mid-90's sound. The Silversun Pickups almost sound like a mixture between a Gish-era bootleg mixed with the Stars. PERFECT. Thank you. Carnavas makes me feel like I'm in high school and have a crush on a boy. You know the feeling.

I was about to write a paragraph about how much I hate business lingo, but I can't think of any examples. Wait, I just thought of one: "It's just the nature of the beast." Okay, I can't think of any more.

I need gloves. Badly.

What is up with my feet!??! How did my black shoes get to stinking so badly??? I'm afraid to wear them anymore.

Club Foot

The wedding this past weekend was a blast! Unfortunately, I ended up with a ridiculously disgusting looking foot.

I was doing some hyperactive dancing which has been characterized as fancy feet, breakdancing, and retardation. I've had the pleasure of trying to explain this to my coworkers.

For the record, alcohol was not a factor.

Good Times, Good Times

When did "Good times.... good times," become such a catchphrase? I hear people saying it all the time.

We're headed to Pennsylvania for the weekend to attend the wedding of Dave's cousin. I'm looking forward to seeing his family again, and I always love weddings.

I feel terrible for leaving Sprinkles alone in the house again. She's going to hate us even more. Sure, she'll be lovey-dovey when we first get back, but then it's non-stop meowing and butt-wiggling (which she does right before she pounces on us).

I'll be sure to give her a bunch of Greenies before we leave.

Pull Me Out of the Aircrash

Soooo... Radiohead is coming to Indianapolis in the early summer. Is this a dream?

Devour Downtown

It's sad that I've been looking forward to the next two weeks for so long now, but it's true. Indianapolis's winter Restaurant Week has finally arrived. From January 21st through February 2nd, several downtown restaurants have a special prix-fixe menu for $30. Thirty bucks! We love dining out, and we love bargains, so this is a match made in heaven.

We made reservations at Ruth's Chris and Harry and Izzy's. We've been to Ruth's Chris before, but my family will be visiting and I know my dad will want a steak and potatoes kind of dinner.