I am a lazy fish.
For one excuse or another I can't drag myself out of bed this week to save my life.
After 10 minutes of trying to pretend I didn't hear the Nub from his bedroom petitioning loudly for my attention, I gave in, plucked him from his baby cage, we nursed and proceeded down the stairs for breakfast and the like.
He: cheerios, whole grain cereal, more cheerios, a few graham crackers, even more cheerios and some apple juice to wash it all down
Me: (after much debate) oatmeal with brown sugar, strawberries and skim milk
Next: dishes and general straightening of the aftermath that is my living room and kitchen
No matter how clean my house is, it always gets wrecked in the pm hours. Last night was no exception. Hub got home, (side note: I am really sick of the internet pseudonyms I use. I wish I'd given them cool ones like Batman or the Hulk or something like that. Also, I get really annoyed with bloggers who use even dumber ones like that lady who post-jacked cjane's blog and kept making reference to "the boyfriend" as in "the boyfriend and I went out for a lovely stroll", vomit vomit vomit. This is why I don't like "Hub" anymore. Also, these quotations are maybe even more annoying. Suggestions? personally I'm in favor of Mr. Kalli...) sorry, anyway, that guy I married came home to no dinner and me fresh out of ideas. Sometimes I feel sorrow for him when I fail miserably in my wifely duties. Then I remember I'm awesome and the pity stops right there. Like a trooper he suggested pizza and we threw together some dough and concocted the best dang veggie pie I'd ever gotten my tastebuds on. So good, in fact, that I felt the need to eat 4 slices and yay verily spent the rest of the night bemoaning how bad my stomach hurt while watching our netflixed season 1 of Mad Men.
After 3 episodes we called it a night and left things as they were, cherry coke empties on the ottoman, dirty plates in the sink, crusty pizza pan on the stove... a veritable homage to our gluttony for me to clean up this morning. But I don't mind so much friends. Because I'll take homemade veggie pizza, some t.v. on dvd and a night on the couch with my shorter half over pretty much anything. To me that's the good life, the one I always wanted to live and one I'll recommend to anyone, despite tomorrow's cleanup.
Try it, I guarantee you'll like it too.
If you want a good pizza recipe than click HERE. Rookie is the greatest and her bbq chix pizza is to die for. We used her crust recipe last night then just sauce, mozza and parm, and a whole mess of fresh veggies.
For one excuse or another I can't drag myself out of bed this week to save my life.
After 10 minutes of trying to pretend I didn't hear the Nub from his bedroom petitioning loudly for my attention, I gave in, plucked him from his baby cage, we nursed and proceeded down the stairs for breakfast and the like.
He: cheerios, whole grain cereal, more cheerios, a few graham crackers, even more cheerios and some apple juice to wash it all down
Me: (after much debate) oatmeal with brown sugar, strawberries and skim milk
Next: dishes and general straightening of the aftermath that is my living room and kitchen
No matter how clean my house is, it always gets wrecked in the pm hours. Last night was no exception. Hub got home, (side note: I am really sick of the internet pseudonyms I use. I wish I'd given them cool ones like Batman or the Hulk or something like that. Also, I get really annoyed with bloggers who use even dumber ones like that lady who post-jacked cjane's blog and kept making reference to "the boyfriend" as in "the boyfriend and I went out for a lovely stroll", vomit vomit vomit. This is why I don't like "Hub" anymore. Also, these quotations are maybe even more annoying. Suggestions? personally I'm in favor of Mr. Kalli...) sorry, anyway, that guy I married came home to no dinner and me fresh out of ideas. Sometimes I feel sorrow for him when I fail miserably in my wifely duties. Then I remember I'm awesome and the pity stops right there. Like a trooper he suggested pizza and we threw together some dough and concocted the best dang veggie pie I'd ever gotten my tastebuds on. So good, in fact, that I felt the need to eat 4 slices and yay verily spent the rest of the night bemoaning how bad my stomach hurt while watching our netflixed season 1 of Mad Men.
After 3 episodes we called it a night and left things as they were, cherry coke empties on the ottoman, dirty plates in the sink, crusty pizza pan on the stove... a veritable homage to our gluttony for me to clean up this morning. But I don't mind so much friends. Because I'll take homemade veggie pizza, some t.v. on dvd and a night on the couch with my shorter half over pretty much anything. To me that's the good life, the one I always wanted to live and one I'll recommend to anyone, despite tomorrow's cleanup.
Try it, I guarantee you'll like it too.
If you want a good pizza recipe than click HERE. Rookie is the greatest and her bbq chix pizza is to die for. We used her crust recipe last night then just sauce, mozza and parm, and a whole mess of fresh veggies.
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I vote Nub Sr.
Or Mr. Kalli.
Or Just use the initial like I do. Because I am lazy.
Yeah, sometimes the internet monikers get annoying--and even after picking a good one, you start to hate it after a while. I don't really blog about my boyfriend, although I usually just put bf, not to call him that but just so people know who I'm talking about. Although I have called him farmboy before, but this causes confusion because he does not nor never has lived on a farm. Although I think that's funny.
In the past I've been guilty of lame nicknames. Le sigh.
I'm totally rambling. whatever feels right in your internet heart.
why can't you just use "my shorter half"?
does the winner of your "contest" receive compensation for their cleverness?
i find myself completely and totally lazy too lately, and it's frustrating me. but it takes a lot of mental energy to plan a solo trip to san francisco, that's my excuse. of course, once i get there, i'll still have two months of boredness after that, you know, so.. beats me man.
my rule in life is don't use an internet nickname you don't use in real life. i've always called brandon "holbs" or "holbrook" only now that i use it in the blog i use it less in real life, which is sad.
anyway, heart you!
I couldn't settle on a clever name, so I just gave up and went with my family's real names. Ethan, Jack and Van. I am not creative enough.
Glad you like the pizza. Sounds so good right now.
I heart Mad Men. So dang much.
I hate the name of my blog, and so wish I had something catchy and clever and full of pseudonyms.
When my husband gets home and the house is a disaster, he always says it's because I spent the day doing the important things. :) We have good men.
Nicknames are hard. I just use the real names. Woops.
Mmmm, that pizza sounds delish.
I think we need to make more time for lazy in our family. Really. We're so dang busy; makes me cranky sometimes.
I know this is unoriginal comment content, but i would just like to say how much I enjoy my time here at MLAK. Thanks for keepin' it real. And funny.
xo
Look at it this way, at least your nights aren't spent stressing over cleaning up for the nanny that will show up bright and early the next morning.
Cleaning up in the morning sucks, but not as much as HAVING to do it immediately. :)
I love Mr. Kalli- that is awesome!! Your pizza night sounded so nice and relaxing. I think all this non-stop rain is causing the blahs. At least for me.
Atta girl...you are living just as you should right now. I like that.
ii eee....are you b-essen me? I totally thought WFB was an actual farmer!
Anyway, I use Hoss because he looks like Hoss AND it fits him. Totally.
I kinda liked the Hub-n-Nub thing you had going on.
I'm just curious how the hub feels about Mr. Kalli? :)...and that is dang good pizza. Me likey
I like Hub and Nub too. But Mr. Kalli is awesome. I want some veggie pizza now. That sounds really good.
My word verification is: bessess. b-essess.
there's nothing like a good vegetation on the couch night! don't worry we know all about it at our house...and it feels good!
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