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NUMBER ONE MOST IMPORTANT NEWS: THE REEF IS REOPENING!
And now we return you to our more regular anna-talks-about-Bailey-too-much blog post. It's either this or I tell you in excruciating detail about laundry and the ancient episodes of Iron Chef I've been clearing off the DVR, and frankly, laundry and Japanese food competition shows are not nearly so cute as Bailey.
No, wait, you get one more non-Bailey thing: I'm about to be an idiot and fall asleep in my contact lenses. Fool.
Bonus points to me for 1) not being massively awful around Bailey's family, including his parents who I met for the first time today and 2) happily discovering that Bailey's parents are not freakishly quiet like my brother girlfriend's parents are. They (brother's girlfriend's parents) came to part of the 4th of July stuff here and were so quiet. I don't know why I was surprised (the girlfriend is a quiet gal) but it was strange. Bailey's parents talk! But: you know the old phrase when dealing with wild animals, "they're probably more afraid of you than you are of them"? I kinda felt that way around Bailey's mom. Bailey's dad had an iPhone and was really chill, so that made me feel comfortable, but Bailey's mom hovered around in a way that is very recognizable to me. It's the "if I keep explaining things that'll make it better!" "here are some facts for you!" sort of way. I loved her glasses though, with the parts that hold the lenses being nearly circular but not quite. I didn't try to count the edges, but they were at least decagons. Bailey said something about getting his dry sense of humor from a cousin, not his parents, but Bailey's mom made a few good dry jokes.
Bailey's family almost all wear glasses. I had worn contacts today, so I sort of stood out. Eh, it was good otherwise. Pictures of Bailey's nephew were bragged over; I want to meet the kid before he stops being super adorable little kid and turns into slightly obnoxious big kid. But, unless the big kid criteria have been revised downward significantly, I've got a couple years left on that, so I'm not worried.
I couldn't remember the name of one of the dogs at the house we ate dinner at, but she was ancient and white and little so I called her Wuffles, after Vetinari's dog. Sure, it was a girl dog, but it was pretty dang Wuffle-y.
Mix tape I am looking forward to: Bailey Whistles the Hits. See, Bailey's going to Las Vegas and Boise for nearly two weeks, so he made me a kick-ass mix CD. It's got songs I love off his car mixes, like "Here's Your Future" by The Thermals, a Fatboy Slim take on the Futurama theme song, "Nrrrd Grrrl" by MC Chris, and a Ghostbusters theme cover, plus relationship songs and other songs Bailey thought I would like. Several of the songs (like "Slippery Rock 70's", as heard in Hot Fuzz, and "Skulls" from Misfits Meet the Nutley Brass) offer him opportunities to whistle like a champ, which he is damn good at. (You can tell I drank tonight because I am cramming redundant compliments into my sentences.) He joked he might make a CD of songs he whistles along too. I want him to do it for real.
Serious fact: if we get married, his awesome skills of a whistler are going in the written vows. I specify written because we've got ideas about stuff. I won't get more in-depth than that as far as explanations though. Guess you'll just have to be there.
(Seriously if it was to happen- engagement and real wedding plans, I mean- I might put up a post filtered so only flist members who live really far away could find out what I mean.)
Bonus points to me for 1) not being massively awful around Bailey's family, including his parents who I met for the first time today and 2) happily discovering that Bailey's parents are not freakishly quiet like my brother girlfriend's parents are. They (brother's girlfriend's parents) came to part of the 4th of July stuff here and were so quiet. I don't know why I was surprised (the girlfriend is a quiet gal) but it was strange. Bailey's parents talk! But: you know the old phrase when dealing with wild animals, "they're probably more afraid of you than you are of them"? I kinda felt that way around Bailey's mom. Bailey's dad had an iPhone and was really chill, so that made me feel comfortable, but Bailey's mom hovered around in a way that is very recognizable to me. It's the "if I keep explaining things that'll make it better!" "here are some facts for you!" sort of way. I loved her glasses though, with the parts that hold the lenses being nearly circular but not quite. I didn't try to count the edges, but they were at least decagons.
Bailey's family almost all seem to wear glasses. I had worn contacts today, so I sort of stood out. Eh, it was good otherwise. Pictures of Bailey's nephew were bragged over; I want to meet the kid before he stops being super adorable little kid and turns into slightly obnoxious big kid. But, unless the big kid criteria have been revised downward significantly, I've got a couple years left on that, so I'm not worried.
I couldn't remember the name of one of the dogs at the house we ate dinner at, but she was ancient and white and little so I called her Wuffles, after Vetinari's dog. Sure, it was a girl dog, but it was pretty dang Wuffle-y.
Mix tape I am looking forward to: Bailey Whistles the Hits. See, Bailey's going to Las Vegas and Boise for nearly wo weeks, so he made me a kick-ass mix CD. It's got songs I love off his car mixes, like "Here's Your Future" by The Thermals, a Fatboy Slim take on the Futurama theme song, "Nrrrd Grrrl" by MC Chris, and a Ghostbusters theme cover, plus relationship songs and other songs Bailey thought I would like. Several of the songs (like "Slippery Rock 70's", as heard in Hot Fuzz, and "Skulls" from Misfits Meet the Nutley Brass) offer him opportunities to whistle like a champ, which he is damn good at. (You can tell I drank tonight because I am cramming redundant compliments into my sentences.) He joked he might make a CD of songs he whistles along too. I want him to do it for real.
Serious fact: if we get married, his awesome skills of a whistler are going in the written vows. I specify written because we've got ideas about stuff. I won't get more in-depth than that as far as explanations though. Guess you'll just have to be there.
(Seriously if it was to happen- engagement and real wedding plans, I mean- I might put up a post filtered so only flist members who live really far away could find out what I mean.)
You know who's cool? Bailey's cousin Frank. He even asked me for culinary advice today, which made me raher happy. We agreed that his hot chickpea dish needed more rosemary. It was delicious otherwise, and if we'd been given steak knives I think it would have gone perfectly with the grilled lamb that was the main course. But, since we were cutting the lamb with butter knives, that frustration plus the imposition of having to use flatware to begin with ruined my ability (ability has fewer t's in it than my initial attempts at spelling it would suggest) to match dishes. I am not a big fan of forks and knives a the table- I'm more a spoons, chopsticks, and mostly hands sort of person.
Are there any restaurants that don't allow flatware of any kind? It would be very interesting.
And now we return you to our more regular anna-talks-about-Bailey-too-much blog post. It's either this or I tell you in excruciating detail about laundry and the ancient episodes of Iron Chef I've been clearing off the DVR, and frankly, laundry and Japanese food competition shows are not nearly so cute as Bailey.
No, wait, you get one more non-Bailey thing: I'm about to be an idiot and fall asleep in my contact lenses. Fool.
Bonus points to me for 1) not being massively awful around Bailey's family, including his parents who I met for the first time today and 2) happily discovering that Bailey's parents are not freakishly quiet like my brother girlfriend's parents are. They (brother's girlfriend's parents) came to part of the 4th of July stuff here and were so quiet. I don't know why I was surprised (the girlfriend is a quiet gal) but it was strange. Bailey's parents talk! But: you know the old phrase when dealing with wild animals, "they're probably more afraid of you than you are of them"? I kinda felt that way around Bailey's mom. Bailey's dad had an iPhone and was really chill, so that made me feel comfortable, but Bailey's mom hovered around in a way that is very recognizable to me. It's the "if I keep explaining things that'll make it better!" "here are some facts for you!" sort of way. I loved her glasses though, with the parts that hold the lenses being nearly circular but not quite. I didn't try to count the edges, but they were at least decagons. Bailey said something about getting his dry sense of humor from a cousin, not his parents, but Bailey's mom made a few good dry jokes.
Bailey's family almost all wear glasses. I had worn contacts today, so I sort of stood out. Eh, it was good otherwise. Pictures of Bailey's nephew were bragged over; I want to meet the kid before he stops being super adorable little kid and turns into slightly obnoxious big kid. But, unless the big kid criteria have been revised downward significantly, I've got a couple years left on that, so I'm not worried.
I couldn't remember the name of one of the dogs at the house we ate dinner at, but she was ancient and white and little so I called her Wuffles, after Vetinari's dog. Sure, it was a girl dog, but it was pretty dang Wuffle-y.
Mix tape I am looking forward to: Bailey Whistles the Hits. See, Bailey's going to Las Vegas and Boise for nearly two weeks, so he made me a kick-ass mix CD. It's got songs I love off his car mixes, like "Here's Your Future" by The Thermals, a Fatboy Slim take on the Futurama theme song, "Nrrrd Grrrl" by MC Chris, and a Ghostbusters theme cover, plus relationship songs and other songs Bailey thought I would like. Several of the songs (like "Slippery Rock 70's", as heard in Hot Fuzz, and "Skulls" from Misfits Meet the Nutley Brass) offer him opportunities to whistle like a champ, which he is damn good at. (You can tell I drank tonight because I am cramming redundant compliments into my sentences.) He joked he might make a CD of songs he whistles along too. I want him to do it for real.
Serious fact: if we get married, his awesome skills of a whistler are going in the written vows. I specify written because we've got ideas about stuff. I won't get more in-depth than that as far as explanations though. Guess you'll just have to be there.
(Seriously if it was to happen- engagement and real wedding plans, I mean- I might put up a post filtered so only flist members who live really far away could find out what I mean.)
Bonus points to me for 1) not being massively awful around Bailey's family, including his parents who I met for the first time today and 2) happily discovering that Bailey's parents are not freakishly quiet like my brother girlfriend's parents are. They (brother's girlfriend's parents) came to part of the 4th of July stuff here and were so quiet. I don't know why I was surprised (the girlfriend is a quiet gal) but it was strange. Bailey's parents talk! But: you know the old phrase when dealing with wild animals, "they're probably more afraid of you than you are of them"? I kinda felt that way around Bailey's mom. Bailey's dad had an iPhone and was really chill, so that made me feel comfortable, but Bailey's mom hovered around in a way that is very recognizable to me. It's the "if I keep explaining things that'll make it better!" "here are some facts for you!" sort of way. I loved her glasses though, with the parts that hold the lenses being nearly circular but not quite. I didn't try to count the edges, but they were at least decagons.
Bailey's family almost all seem to wear glasses. I had worn contacts today, so I sort of stood out. Eh, it was good otherwise. Pictures of Bailey's nephew were bragged over; I want to meet the kid before he stops being super adorable little kid and turns into slightly obnoxious big kid. But, unless the big kid criteria have been revised downward significantly, I've got a couple years left on that, so I'm not worried.
I couldn't remember the name of one of the dogs at the house we ate dinner at, but she was ancient and white and little so I called her Wuffles, after Vetinari's dog. Sure, it was a girl dog, but it was pretty dang Wuffle-y.
Mix tape I am looking forward to: Bailey Whistles the Hits. See, Bailey's going to Las Vegas and Boise for nearly wo weeks, so he made me a kick-ass mix CD. It's got songs I love off his car mixes, like "Here's Your Future" by The Thermals, a Fatboy Slim take on the Futurama theme song, "Nrrrd Grrrl" by MC Chris, and a Ghostbusters theme cover, plus relationship songs and other songs Bailey thought I would like. Several of the songs (like "Slippery Rock 70's", as heard in Hot Fuzz, and "Skulls" from Misfits Meet the Nutley Brass) offer him opportunities to whistle like a champ, which he is damn good at. (You can tell I drank tonight because I am cramming redundant compliments into my sentences.) He joked he might make a CD of songs he whistles along too. I want him to do it for real.
Serious fact: if we get married, his awesome skills of a whistler are going in the written vows. I specify written because we've got ideas about stuff. I won't get more in-depth than that as far as explanations though. Guess you'll just have to be there.
(Seriously if it was to happen- engagement and real wedding plans, I mean- I might put up a post filtered so only flist members who live really far away could find out what I mean.)
You know who's cool? Bailey's cousin Frank. He even asked me for culinary advice today, which made me raher happy. We agreed that his hot chickpea dish needed more rosemary. It was delicious otherwise, and if we'd been given steak knives I think it would have gone perfectly with the grilled lamb that was the main course. But, since we were cutting the lamb with butter knives, that frustration plus the imposition of having to use flatware to begin with ruined my ability (ability has fewer t's in it than my initial attempts at spelling it would suggest) to match dishes. I am not a big fan of forks and knives a the table- I'm more a spoons, chopsticks, and mostly hands sort of person.
Are there any restaurants that don't allow flatware of any kind? It would be very interesting.