Lisa and animals.

Ok for all you pet lovers, I can't help you. She really shows no emotion for animals.





One day she called me, first thing she asks - "are possums stupid?" I'm thinking to myself, why is she asking me this?, is this a joke - I answer carefully," I'm not sure honey, why do you ask?"


She answers happily. " Because there are 5 dead on the road, you would figure after the first one got ran over the rest would have ran or something" " They must be really stupid". Then she concluded that they all had a mass possum suicide.





All I could do was laugh. Where does she come up with this stuff? I would have thought, yuck thats nasty, I hope none of that sticks to my tires or flings up on my car. My car will stink for weeks, but Lisa just wonders how they can all be so stupid, or did they have a suicide pack?





She sometimes has the idea of getting a puppy. A beagal to be exact. I think years of loving snoopy has touched that pet side of her brain (just a little bit) That usually last about 5 minutes, til her next rant on animals, or when I remind her how allergic she is to them.

I have to agree with Lisa on letting a dog lick you, your face, doggy kisses, or whatever else you call it. They really eat poop. That crap about a dog having a clean mouth, yeah - we are not going to take your word on it. You might as well eat poop too - and we don't want to watch.

PS: When it comes to you taking your animals to the doctor and spending money, don't bother telling her about it, then I have to heasr her rant about how many bills you could have paid off, or bought that new car you have been wanting.





Yes I know possum has an "o" in front - I refuse to conform, it looks stupid.

Friday Night.

So Lisa and I planned date night Friday Night. We ahven't had a date night in a while, So I was excited. There is nothing like quality time.

Lisa comes home, not in the greastest mood, but its manageable. She has bad days sometimes, most I can do , is just hope I can distract her.

So we head out to the movies. She really wants to see this movie "obsessed" with Beyonce. We get our tickets at the Hollywood. No line on Friday night, this is amazing. We are in the concession line. Pickles come in a bag - this is a really big disapointment for Lisa. I feel upset for her, but at the same token, I'm happy, because she won't mix her pickle in the popcorn.

The movie starts - The crazy girl in the movie is named "Lisa". And every time I hear her name

I have the tendency to look over at Lisa. Lisa's name reminds me of my true love and other half.

So everytime I look over, Lisa goes what I'm not like that. She seems really self concious. Maybe she has a little bit of phsyco tendencies that I havent seen yet. I continue to mess with her throughout the movie. It was alot of fun. The movie was good, I won't spoil it for the rest of you.

We come out of the movie to lisa getting texts about it flooding. Just the luck. With my car getting flooded out the week before, we only have 2 cars left, and we are in the worst spot known in pasadena to flood at a drop of a hat.

So we run through the pouring rain, jump in the car, and vow to find higher ground and beat the hail storm, and trencherous flood water that we know is imminent. about an hour later, after sitting in a strangers driveway for 30 minutes, we make it home.

Date night is rained out, but we made it home with no property damage, no flooded cars, and each other, thats good enough for me.

pickles and popcorn!

So Lisa likes to remind me on occassion her unusual fetish which is sticking her pickle in the bowl of popcorn when I'm not looking. This produces a look on my face (mixture of bitter beer face, and that look someone gets right before they vomit.)

Well after futher research, I have discovered there is actually a market for this kind of thing. Some people actually like pickle flavored popcorn. I support anything that makes you happy Lisa, but if your gonna dip please use a seperate bowl, or tell me you have conquered the popcorn bowl and I cant have anymore. I love you honey - but this goes along with mixing food, I just cant seem to enjoy the taste of these two mixed together.

Lisa

All my life, I couldnt have told you what was missing from it. I can't even tell you I knew something was missing. Then for some reason coincidence brings this wonderful woman into my life. The more we talked the more I realized that so many coincidences have put us within arms reach throughout our life, that it could only be fate.

I cant say I always believed in fate, but not only can I say now I believe in fate now, but I can also say I feel complete.

Never before in my life have I met someone with so much conviction, so much compassion for helping people, someone that is just a perfect match for me. Surely, I believe if there was a heaven on earth, its in her arms.

I have found my soulmate, my one desire, the one who makes me truly happy.

Sure, She has her quirks, and we have our differences from time to time. When the day is done though, There is no place I would rather be than next to my angel, Lisa.

Thank you honey for being in my life.

houndstooth

As popular as houndstooth is I've spend over 3 hours looking for a black or grey houndstooth duvet cover. This wold make lisa really happy. After finding one online at williams sonoma, I discover its out of stock. The customer service rep at williams sonoma was very nice, but out of 200 stores across the nation this duvet cover doesnt exist except in pictures.

I've resulted in looking for someone who makes custom duvet covers to acheive this goal which I have set for myself.

After over 300 websites - some 35 times - still nothing.

Lisa up all night (Response to L & O post)

Apparently I passed out the other night, before Lisa.

In the morning, I did my usual careful poke and prod, a few nudges - Lisa was unusually grumpy. Sometimes she is grumpy, normally I hear a "good morning honey" in this cute little girl voice. (As demented as it is - I like this little voice).

Lisa tells me she took Tylenol Pm too late. She moved unusually slow - I left to work, while she was getting ready. I didn't find out til hours later after several IM conversations (which sometimes made little sense) that she had been up all night.

So after work, I pick up Anthony. I explain to him his mom is very tired, and will probably go straight to bed. So we will have to fend for ourselves for dinner. he is upset becuase his mom, cooks with love, obviously I don't. (He got this idea when I had to explain to him that brocolli was good, and his mom slaved over the stove and cooked dinner for him and myself with much love and dedication.) i told him I could cook with much love - but it was usually pb and jelly -lol. cooking and preparing - are interelated in my vocabulary.

Lisa as tired as she was, comes home and decides to rearrange the kitchen. This I didnt expect.
an hour later - we are alot more organized than before. If I participate, then when I empty the dishwasher I know where things go. ( So she got complete participation on my part.)

We watch L&O , I rubbed her head - she finally fell asleep around midnight. I was really glad this morning, when she said she slept well last night. mission accomplished.

Where to begin?

The whole idea of me making this post is to get lisa to start posting on hers. The last thing that really disturbed me, was a foot bath in the dining area of Willy's Ice House. Lisa explained they have a sandbox outside, and people need to wash their feet. There is a dining table within a 4 foot radius of the appalling foot bath. If I was sitting at said table eating, and a random person with appalling feet went to wash them - I honestly don't know if I could keep control of my food from exiting my stomach. The last thing I was to see is fat, long, hairy, hobbit, gnome, boat feet, or any combination of the previously mentioned while I'm eating.

Lisa took a picture of said foot bath, but honestly their should be some health code violation for such a thing. I stared at it the whole time while I ate my chicken salad.