Don't Call Me Shirley

A lot of current tv shows reference older movies  - well ok, not that much older, like the 70's and 80's - that are considered as part of our pop culture.  Like I can't tell you how many times I have seen references to The Breakfast Club or Airplane! lately.

These references will occasionally appear while we are all watching tv together.  Hubby and I will get the joke/reference and laugh.  Surly Teenager just looks at us like we are nuts.

So we make her watch the original movie so she will get it.

We did that with Airplane! not too long ago.  And she loved it.  One of the more popular lines from that movie is Leslie Nielsen and his "....and don't call me Shirley." 

Surly Teenager uses it every chance she gets.

Now, when Surly Teenager was younger, she had a hard time with reading.  But she has worked very hard and is in all "regular" classes.  She did, however, develop the habit of not reading the whole word.  She would read the first few letters and maybe some of the other letters and come up with what she thinks it says. Or she would come up with something that sounded close to the actual word.  Once, a word started with br and she jumped to "broccoli", which was wrong but very funny at the time.  I don't remember what the correct word was, but I remember it was funny and I made her slow down and read the WHOLE word and not just the letters she liked.  

Anyway, the point of all this - yes there actually is a point - is that Surly Teenager has started to read my blog.  She came charging out of the room at me last night and said laughing, with a huge smile on her face "Don't call me SHIRLEY"!

(See, she was reading surly and thought it was Shirley and got all excited because she got to use The Line.)

A Surly Birthday

Surly Teenager and Friend

She insisted on making her own cake.

The blowing out of 17 candles.

Yippee.

Fishy present

Expensive smelly stuff

The worlds most expensive lip gloss-$8

Well it is mint flavored

Hubby said......

The reason I could not bring myself to step off the edge and go rappelling, was because I was afraid. 

 

Afraid that I would like it, that is.

 

Which would lead to a NEW HOBBY. 

 

Which would require a trip to MECCA. 

 

I probably saved us about $500 by not taking that last step.

 

A Better Offer and I ALMOST Did It

Saturday morning Hubby and I were getting ready to go hiking.  When suddenly......a phone call with a better offer.

Mineral Wells State Park with Father In Law and his boy scout troop to go rock climbing and rapelling.

I had never been there before.  It is a beautiful park with great trails.  And bathrooms!  

The batteries in the camera died quickly. The 8 rechargeable batteries we took as backup?  Wouldn't backup.  So these are the only pictures I got.

Mineral Wells Lake

Some Troop 3 getting ready to go over the edge.

Hubby getting ready to go over the edge.

He is using Army surplus webbing

as his harness.

Lunch break.

I eventually worked up the nerve to put on a rapelling harness.  And get hooked into the ropes.  Double ropes, so I would go nice and slow.  And approach the edge.  And put one foot over the edge.

But that was it.  

I could not make myself put the other foot over.

Maybe next time.

And with better backup batteries.

His Not A Hernia

Hubby talked to the surgeon about his CT Scan.  It was clear.  He does not have a hernia.

Great news! No surgery.

But now we are back to what in the world is the Not A Hernia that is causing the pain and nausea.

          side story:  I have loose skin from losing weight.  So when

 I wear some  tops, I wear a "body shaper" underneath to 

hold in my muffin top (you know, that roll that hangs 

over the tops of your pants) to make them look better. 

Hubby, one day, called it my GIRDLE.  He got the mean 

evil eyed stare for that.  I told him, "It is Not A Girdle.  

Old, fat people wear girdles.  Young, getting in shape

people, like me, wear BODY SHAPERS."  

Maybe he needs a (manly, medical type) Not A Girdle to support his Not A Hernia? 

mmmm-Vanilla flavored barium

Hubby had a CT Scan on Friday to check out the hernia.  Thursday night he had to drink a big thing of barium, then another one Friday morning.  Then he had to chug some right before the test.  Plus he got an IV of contrast stuff.  Bleh!

Doc said if it is small enough she could do it out patient with one little incision.  Otherwise, it would have to be done laparoscopic.

If he gets it done before the Christmas/New Year's holiday's, he will have plenty of time to recoup because his work closes for about a week and half every year.  

I would like him to wait until after the first of the year - replenishment of the Flexible Spending Account, you know - to cover the out of pocket part we will have to pay.  Otherwise the Christmas Bonus check, that was going to finish our bedroom - FINALY - will go to medical.  Plus he would be recuperating, thus conveniently unable to even work on the bedroom.

I haven't had WALLS in over 4 years people!  

And it's not like he's in pain. 

Not much, anyway.

Mac-a-dang-dang

I bet you are scratching your head going hmmmmm, what the heck is a Macadangdang.

It's a memory.

Back when Lazy and Surly Teenagers were merely Occasionally Lazy and Sometimes Surly I took them on a surprise trip to Hawaii for spring break.  One night after they went to bed I packed the suitcases.  

They didn't know where we were going until we had a stop over in LAX.  The sign at the next gate said Honolulu.

We hung out on the beach, they played in the waves, we went to a luau, they got real flower leis and we did some shopping.  It was lots of fun.

But their best memory?  The one thing you can say to them, and to this day, it will make them smile?

At the airport coming home there was an announcement over the PA system for a Mr. Macadangdang.

For some reason that name just tickles them to death.

Over Due Book

While watching a movie tonight, Hubby paused it, and asked if I knew where a book was that he had gotten from Old Friend.  Old Friend wants the book back, Hubby thought he had given him the book, but no, he had just wanted him to read it.

Now.  Is it just me, or does this not sound like maybe Hubby had spoken to Old Friend very recently?  While he is saying this, I am waiting to ask how is Old Friend and his wife and kid.

Before I get the chance to say anything Hubby concludes with, I think I saw it when we packed my apartment.

I started laughing and Hubby is all, what's so funny, I just thought of it because the guy in the movie reminded me of it.

It was SIX YEARS ago when we packed his apartment.  Six years and he just now mentions that Old Friend wants his book back.  

Middle of the night

Hubby talks in his sleep. A lot.  Sometimes I will answer him just so he will shut up, otherwise he is liable to just keep talking. (Much like when he is awake. haha)

Last night, he wakes me up with his whistling and we had the following conversation:

me (nudging him): quit it

him: quit what

m: you're whistling in your sleep

h: I'm not asleep

m: well then you really need to quit it.

h: fine.  mumble mumble mumble the number 8 mumble mumble

m: 8 what

h: 8 what what

m: that's what I said.  You said something about the number 8.

h: (turns over and snuffles a couple of times)

When we first got married, he used to talk in German in his sleep.  Yeah. I don't know.

Once, he almost punched me in the face, in his sleep.  I just happened to wake up as he sat up and drew his arm back, and I moved just as - whomp - he punched the pillow were my head had been about 5 seconds earlier.

Fortunately, that one was a one time only happening.

I crack myself up

I have on occasion said something basically stupid, trying to be funny, that gets me strange looks from my family, but just cracks me up.

 

Surly Teenager had given the dog a bath.  We were all walking out the door to go somewhere.  Hubby asked Surly Teenager to put Haylie in her cage.  I said no, she can’t.  They both looked at me and asked why not.  I started giggling and said:  you can’t put her away wet, she’ll mildew.

 

Another time we were browsing at the video store.  We walked past “12 Monkeys” (Bruce Willis and Brad Pitt) and Hubby points to it and asks if we already have “12 Monkeys” at home.  I said, no, I think we only have 9.

 

I know, stupid.  But I STILL get the giggles when I think about it.