Bananagrams – (The following is said in one long breath): Have you heard of Bananagrams? Do you like Bananagrams? We should get together sometime to play Bananagrams. (Pant, pant)
I even like saying it: Bananagrams. Sounds like a fantastic breakfast cereal.
Jason’s birthday is on Saturday. I am so excited about the presents I got him. The annoying, hyperventilating, “Wait ‘til you see what I got you!” kind of excited. This year I have managed not to blurt out what I got him, unlike our first year together where I carefully made him go to the other side of Best Buy, furtively bought a camera for him, and then, once we reconvened in the car, said, “Whew! The last time I bought a camera, it was so much more difficult.” Doh.
Jason is painting our window trim today. We have ghetto window trim because 1) our windows are old, old, OLD and 2) we left our storm windows on because otherwise some of our windows wouldn’t have screens and 3) the storm window trim is not the same color as the rest of the window trim. So he has graciously agreed to paint them “Knight’s Armour,” which is code for “No Longer Ghetto” Gray. It’s going to look great. Also, now we can host Dungeons & Dragons parties and jousting events and such.
Brett Favre is a Viking. I kind of get why Green Bay fans are frothing at the mouth and calling in to all the sports radio talk shows, but also? You had him during his prime, Packer fans. We’ve got him for what, maybe one good year if his femur doesn’t shatter the first time he gets sacked? Move on.
One of the magazines I read featured some families who vowed to give up all unneccesary spending for one year. One family saved $10,000 and they all said how much more they appreciated what they had and the time they spent with family. While I don’t really know if I’d want to go to such extremes, it is a pretty cool thought, especially considering Jason’s current employment status. I wonder how much we’d save. We really don’t spend much on big-ticket purchases except for our partial season tickets to the Twins (which, compared to the rest of Major League Baseball, are CHEAP), but I wonder how our little unneccesary purchases tally up. I bet if I stopped drinking Mountain Dew I could save us A BILLION DOLLARS.
I am reading World Made by Hand, which is about a group of people trying to recreate their little corner of the world after some mysterious bombing and superflu wipes out modern technology (electricity, computers, cell phones, etc.). I am fascinated by books like this because I always wonder how the lazy and entitled would fare, and I also imagine how I would react if something like that happened. Would I become a MacGyver-like figure, conjuring up electricity with an eraser and a potato? Could I build houses out of random pieces of wood and horse poop? Could I survive by growing my own food and supplementing it with edible plants? But then I remember that I have the immune system of a 98-year-old with emphysema and would probably be the initial victim of the Great Superflu Epidemic of 2030.
We’re going to have a great day – I can’t wait!
