Sometimes, I feel like I'm being stalked....

Steve is a fan of his own sense of humor and unfortunately certain family members like to encourage him. Sometimes it's funny and other times he does things to creep me out on purpose.  Like invading my personal space in public without me knowing it's him (which he did 3 days ago at the movie theater).  A few months ago, I went to Michael's to pick up some paper and he said he was going to Petsmart instead.  I was minding my own business on the aisle for about 5-10 minutes when some lady in a purple boa kept getting closer to me.  I tried to nonchalantly back away until I turned and looked and this is what I saw:

Megan: Did you only tell me you were going to Petsmart so you could follow me and be weird?

Steve:  No.  I forgot Petsmart is by Joann's so I came back and then decided to do it.

I only felt sort of compensated when he took of the visor and it had left a big line across his forehead.

Happy Un-anniversary

Steve had been gone on an away rotation in Memphis last month and I spent an entire evening seeing if I could find Legend for free on the internet (stupid copyright laws) because I have to watch all my 80's movies when he's gone.  I realized I was going to have to buy it, but I needed a good reason.  If there is a happy un-birthday, surely there is a happy un-anniversary too.  Oh wait, there is.  It's Oct. 22, our half anniversary.  Sometimes I just feel like I need presents more than once a year and this is my excuse.

This year I decided to tell Steve to buy me Legend, BUT not the director's cut, which is an abomination.  He was in Memphis at the time and may not have loved my midnight text when I told him I had found the correct version (if it does not have Tangerine Dream in it, throw it away).  I went to bed and when I woke up it had been bought by someone else that would not love it as much as me (Steve will both vouch and pay for that).  So I had to look for another hour until I found the right version, which you can only buy with the director's cut.  When my copy came in the mail this was the conversation that ensued:

Megan: Legend just came in the mail today.  Do you want me to wait....
Steve:  Nope, you can watch it without me.
Megan: ....until you get back from Memphis to watch it?  I take your interjection as a no.  You know you have to watch it right, even though you're two states over.
Steve: *sigh* Yes.  I know.

So watch it I did.  Both versions.  And I still think the American version is better.

Spring/Summer Highlights?

I know you want to see all the things we do with our glamorous lives as graduate students, so go ahead and be jealous.

Steve's parents came to visit for Spring Break and we were assaulted by an ostrich.  No one listened me when I said we should roll up the window with his head in it and drive away.

Some people claim they weren't afraid, but you be the judge.

I asked Steve to help me with a puzzle.  And this is what I got.

My lilies finally bloomed making this the only plant to survive more than 9 months under my care.

Charlie turned 7 years old and got busted....

....and was promptly forgiven by the "Boss."

And I FINALLY found Waldo.  It only took me twenty years.  It turns out I should have been reading those postcards.

Father's Day, Smather's Day

I like consistency in my life, which was difficult after I married Steve because he is left-handed and does everything backwards (including how he hangs up his clothes in the closet).  When we were first married I would hang up his clothes the right way because it didn't look aesthetically pleasing.  But of course he would "fix it" and undo all my hard work.  I just like things to look even and one time the universe listened to me and I got my way.

This could have been you Dad.

You are probably wondering what this has to do with Father's Day.  I will tell you.  A long time ago when I was in junior high or high school my dad had to replace the stairs on our deck because the wood was rotten, but that was all he wanted to replace.  The actual deck was also rotting, but his argument was that he would replace the deck when he HAD to (apparently being a cheapskate is genetic).  I kept telling him how ugly it would look with brand new stairs and a twenty year old deck together.  Alas, he did not listen to the voice of reason.  He had built the stairs and attached them to the deck with MY help, which went something like this: "Megan, hold the stairs up underneath while I attach them to the deck."  So I pretty much could have been crushed by a flight of stairs and I refuse to die in a manner that would qualify me for a Darwin Award (even though it would not have been my fault).

One morning we were quietly eating our breakfast at the table when we heard "ERRRRRRRRRRR!!!  WHOOOOSH!!! GA-GUNG!!!  We opened up the curtain and lo and behold the deck had completely detached from the house and was now a pile of rubble one story below.  And I got my wish and my dad had to replace the deck.  So Happy Father's Day.

Fruit Snacks: Fruit or Treat?

Yesterday, Steve and I were talking about making some small changes to our diet to make us more "healthy."  When I say healthy, you are probably thinking vegan or gluten-free.  But that is NOT what I am saying.  By healthy, we are referring to limiting our treat intake which is not limiting to anyone else.  I mentioned that we could start by eating only one treat a day (instead of five).  This is the actual conversation:

Me: We could only eat one treat a day.  Like if you eat fruit snacks, you can't have a cookie or ice cream that day.

Steve: Well, then I'm never eating fruit snacks again!  Those are tiny little sucky treats.  They have left the treat arena.  They're somewhere between fruit and treats.

I never knew that Steve felt so strongly about fruit snacks.

The Royal Treatment: Steve Style

Steve bought a new plastic shower curtain a few weeks ago and he decided to put it up on Memorial Day.  I thought it smelled disgusting, but I figured if we threw enough soap or cleaner on it the next few days that smell would go away.  We left our apartment for three hours and when we came back the whole apartment smelled like burning tires.  It smelled so bad Steve had to cut the curtain down instead of taking it off the rings one at a time and then he to immediately throw it out.  I told him to buy a new one on his way home from work.  He did and this is what he said:
"I was going to buy you the $2 shower curtain, but then I decided to treat you like a princess and get you the $5 one."
I realize now that I should have asked Steve to clarify what he meant by royal treatment before we got married.

You Know People Think You're Old When...

I recently turned 27 this year and when I look in the mirror I look like I am in high school, so I have to wear my glasses EVERY DAY because people mistake me for being younger.  We're not talking three or four years.  We're talking a decade.  So because that has always been the case I have never felt old and I think 27 is still pretty young, but apparently other people don't think that.  These are a sampling of what I am talking about.

1. When I go home to visit family I still watch VHS tapes on my dad's VCR/DVD combo.  I am not ashamed and will possibly take that VHS player along with the movies I want when my dad dies.  I believe in raising cultured children.  Just you wait, one day a VCR player will be vintage like a record player.  So Dad, put that in your will for me.

2. I did not get rid of my mixed tapes that I painstakingly  recorded off the radio for years until I was in college.  Even then, I only got rid of them because my parents no longer had a car with a cassette player and every one that we owned was dead.

3. I watched the same TV shows as a kid as another intern at my internship that is 8 years older than me and she is consequently the only person who understands that I wanted Scott Baio to be my babysitter.

4. I will sing the entire Fresh Prince of Bel-Air theme song before anyone says that don't know what I am talking about.

5. I used floppy disks until every last computer no longer had a spot for one.  That still did not encourage me to throw them away very fast.

6. I mentioned Pee Wee's Playhouse to someone and they had no idea who Pee Wee Herman was.  Nor do people get the joke about the basement of the Alamo.

7. I saw Dick Tracy at the drive-in with my family.  Does anyone else remember Prune Face?

8. Applique sweaters (why are these back?) with matching sweatpants and windbreakers.  Christmas glitter, Jenn.

9. 80's clothes.  The first time around.

10. We had a hanger on our antennae growing up.  And Steve and I may have also had an antennae our first two years of marriage, which we are keeping because when we move we are not paying for TV.

11. Every thing sounds like Nintendo music and lots of kids give me a blank stare when I say Nintendo.  That was when we had to blow on the games to get them to work and I was a Tetris master (still am in case you were wondering).

12. TGIF.  Code man from Step-by-Step, Perfect Strangers, Steve Erkel from Family Matters, and Full House.  This was usually followed by 20/20 and a little Diagnosis Murder (which also had Scott Baio).  What has happened people?