Ah, Spring. The weather is finally warming up. I can tell because the snow has melted, birds are out, I don't need my duvet anymore.
And about 3 solicitors have come to our door within the last 5 days. Maybe the bitter winter cold that kept them away wasn't so bad after all.
Yes, Spring truly is on it's way.
Monday, March 23, 2009
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
My Mom Thinks I'm Cool.
I've come to a realization that many people probably already have known.
I'm a nerd.
And I owe it all to my husband who gradually brought out his nerdiness after we were married, and is now bringing the inner nerdiness out of me. Examples? Well, I had no idea until after we were married that my husband liked to play Dungeons and Dragons when he was younger. And, waiting at his parents house (again, after we were married) were stacks of comic books and graphic novels ready to find a new home in our blissful, newly wed apartment. I thought to myself upon this discovery, how could someone so hot be so nerdy?
And then he started watching this little show called Battlestar Galactica. Not the original 70's version with Lorne Greene, but the remake with better costumes and scarier Cylon's. When he first started watching it and asked if I wanted to watch it too, I snubbed my nose at it. Then I watched the first episode and was hooked. Now, I am so frakin excited for the series finally on Friday. We've even gotten a few of our other friends into the show. (Seriously, it's good. Stop reading this and go watch it right now.)
Then for his birthday last year, he asked for the entire series of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, which was on sale. Again, I looked at him and asked him if he was serious. He was. And that started my obsession with the Buffy series. We burned through 7 seasons of Buffy and 5 seasons of Angel in about 6 months.
Enter Ash's birthday in 2009. What does he want to do? Go see the movie "Watchmen". So what am I doing now? Reading the graphic novel.
I feel like that Simpson's episode when Bart has to get glasses, platform shoes, and hair gunk. He looks into Milhouse's glasses at his reflection, gasps and says "I'm a nerd!". Milhouse looks at his reflection in Bart's glasses and says "So am I!".
At least I can take comfort in the fact that the sci-fi stuff I like is all critically acclaimed. And that I'm not a Trekie. That's just crossing a certain line that you can never come back from.
I'm a nerd.
And I owe it all to my husband who gradually brought out his nerdiness after we were married, and is now bringing the inner nerdiness out of me. Examples? Well, I had no idea until after we were married that my husband liked to play Dungeons and Dragons when he was younger. And, waiting at his parents house (again, after we were married) were stacks of comic books and graphic novels ready to find a new home in our blissful, newly wed apartment. I thought to myself upon this discovery, how could someone so hot be so nerdy?
And then he started watching this little show called Battlestar Galactica. Not the original 70's version with Lorne Greene, but the remake with better costumes and scarier Cylon's. When he first started watching it and asked if I wanted to watch it too, I snubbed my nose at it. Then I watched the first episode and was hooked. Now, I am so frakin excited for the series finally on Friday. We've even gotten a few of our other friends into the show. (Seriously, it's good. Stop reading this and go watch it right now.)
Then for his birthday last year, he asked for the entire series of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, which was on sale. Again, I looked at him and asked him if he was serious. He was. And that started my obsession with the Buffy series. We burned through 7 seasons of Buffy and 5 seasons of Angel in about 6 months.
Enter Ash's birthday in 2009. What does he want to do? Go see the movie "Watchmen". So what am I doing now? Reading the graphic novel.
I feel like that Simpson's episode when Bart has to get glasses, platform shoes, and hair gunk. He looks into Milhouse's glasses at his reflection, gasps and says "I'm a nerd!". Milhouse looks at his reflection in Bart's glasses and says "So am I!".
At least I can take comfort in the fact that the sci-fi stuff I like is all critically acclaimed. And that I'm not a Trekie. That's just crossing a certain line that you can never come back from.
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