Here's a picture of one of the female leads on Battlestar Galactica. Mike just informed me that her name is Caprica Six, but I refer to her as "Hot Robot." Yes, I am 12.
Monday, March 31, 2008
Battlestar Galactica: Pretty Good Show
Mike has gotten me hooked on Battlestar Galactica. I can't believe I resisted watching this show for so long. Above is a picture of one of the main characters, Captain Lee Adama (Jamie Bamber). Meeooowww. I kind of love him. Yes, I have reached new heights of geekiness by admitting my crush on a fictional television character. Whatever. I'm owning it people.
In all seriousness, this show is actually quite good. Check it out.
Bubba Uses the Potty!
Breaking news: Evan William has used the potty. Parents, or anyone who has spent extensive time changing diapers, can appreciate the excitement surrounding this milestone. He may act like a big boy, but he'll always be my little Bubba.
I hope one day the little man can forgive his crazy Sissy for broadcasting such personal news. Really, the kid should get used to being embarrassed by the actions of his family members. OK, by me.
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Chillin' and Grillin'
Today we purchased a fabulous gas grill. Mike and I are culinarily-challenged. We love great food, but neither one of us has the patience to cook a full meal. Part of my problem is my low-grade ADD; being easily distracted by shiny things means food often burns. Luckily, Mike loves to grill, we have a great deck, and the weather is cooperating with us so we went for it!
I marinated some steaks and Mike took charge of the grill. In the true spirit of outdoor cooking, he enjoyed a beer while expertly cooking our steaks. Once I was done steaming the veggies we sat down for our first homecooked meal together. Suck it Martha Stewart!
In less-exciting domestic news, our washer and dryer were delivered Friday. Thank God - my clothes haven't arrived and I was running out of shirts. It's starting to feel like a real home. Still on a hunt for dining room furniture... more shopping! Mike is thrilled.
Who is Sissy?
Quick clarification about my blog name: "Sissy" is a family nickname. My Dad and Judy (hi guys!) used to jokingly refer to me as "Sissy" in reference to their Beagle, Bella. Once I became an actual sister to Baby Evan ("Bubba") it was "Sissy" all the time. Seemed like an obvious choice of nickname and it's kind of an homage to my favorite munchkin.
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Bad Boys, Bad Boys...
Well, it was bound to happen: I had my first run-in with the military police.
Mike and I stopped in Quantico to get some sushi take-out for the rockin' Saturday night we had planned (sushi, wine, Battlestar Galactica - good times). As we were heading out of the gate to the base, an MP came out of nowhere and pulled us over.
While we waited for the guy to come up to the window, we tried to figure out what happened and I immediately went into "let's get out of this ticket" mode. Unfortunately I wasn't wearing a halter top, nor am I 22 anymore. I've never been able to cry on cue. I went to plan C: plead explosive diarrhea and pray to God I never see this guy again.
Mike had a much more straightforward approach: wait for the MP to approach our window and deal with it from there. Apparently he sped past the MCX/Commissary (grocery store); the speed limit drops from 35 to 25MPH and neither one of us noticed. Mike was going 41. Oops.
Anyway, the MP was super nice and let us off with a warning. Since Mike had no previous tickets and wasn't driving recklessly, he politely suggested we pay attention when driving around base. I am not being the least bit sarcastic when I say he "politely suggested" anything. This kid (I swear he was 16 but is at least 21) was so nice, he almost seemed apologetic about the whole thing. Definitely authoritative, what with the gun and all, but respectful. He saluted Mike and wished us a good day.
Although Mike was completely cool during the whole thing, his exasperation with me (and my diarrhea suggestions) was apparent when I asked if it would be OK to have my picture taken with the MP to document the moment. I haven't been here a week and already I'm aging the poor guy.
Mike and I stopped in Quantico to get some sushi take-out for the rockin' Saturday night we had planned (sushi, wine, Battlestar Galactica - good times). As we were heading out of the gate to the base, an MP came out of nowhere and pulled us over.
While we waited for the guy to come up to the window, we tried to figure out what happened and I immediately went into "let's get out of this ticket" mode. Unfortunately I wasn't wearing a halter top, nor am I 22 anymore. I've never been able to cry on cue. I went to plan C: plead explosive diarrhea and pray to God I never see this guy again.
Mike had a much more straightforward approach: wait for the MP to approach our window and deal with it from there. Apparently he sped past the MCX/Commissary (grocery store); the speed limit drops from 35 to 25MPH and neither one of us noticed. Mike was going 41. Oops.
Anyway, the MP was super nice and let us off with a warning. Since Mike had no previous tickets and wasn't driving recklessly, he politely suggested we pay attention when driving around base. I am not being the least bit sarcastic when I say he "politely suggested" anything. This kid (I swear he was 16 but is at least 21) was so nice, he almost seemed apologetic about the whole thing. Definitely authoritative, what with the gun and all, but respectful. He saluted Mike and wished us a good day.
Although Mike was completely cool during the whole thing, his exasperation with me (and my diarrhea suggestions) was apparent when I asked if it would be OK to have my picture taken with the MP to document the moment. I haven't been here a week and already I'm aging the poor guy.
Afternoon in DC
I continue to test Mike's patience by asking to do things that he would never do on his own. Like, I'm pretty sure he doesn't go to Target every day when I'm not around. Today's adventure? Checking out the cherry blossoms in DC! Hey, he's lucky we haven't gone shoe shopping yet.
Anyway, we enjoyed walking around the Mall and took a short cut through some of the gardens around the Smithsonian Museum for African Art. Gorgeous tulips, orchids and cherry blossoms...It was like walking in a postcard.
Here are some photos of us enjoying the start of Spring in our nation's capital. Woohoo!
Anyway, we enjoyed walking around the Mall and took a short cut through some of the gardens around the Smithsonian Museum for African Art. Gorgeous tulips, orchids and cherry blossoms...It was like walking in a postcard.
Here are some photos of us enjoying the start of Spring in our nation's capital. Woohoo!
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