I spent a couple hours Thursday watching someone’s YouTube video. Needless to say I have the song American Music by the Violent Femmes stuck in my head. I want to do the right thing and parody the video, but I’m not sure that’s a wise idea or not as I believe in karma.
We have visitors coming for the baby shower weekend which is now upon us. My mother-in-law arrives Friday morning from Chicago and my wife’s friend from New Jersey arrives Friday evening. This weekend is going to fly by in a good way, leaving us with nine full weekends. Once the guests leave on Monday it will be time to convert the guest room into Anna’s nursery. Wow, I used her name on my blog. It’s still a bit surreal that I will be a parent very soon.
My wife and I can be a bit impulsive. While watching shitty reruns on TV Thursday night we both saw an ad for brownies. Five minutes later I was out the door food shopping (enjoy Brookem) for brownies and vanilla ice cream. It was a delicious snack alright. Thank you TV.
A certain blogger pointed out a really cool thing about the baby name we’ve chosen for our daughter. I’m kind of embarrassed to admit we didn’t notice this first. You know my first name, but you don’t know my wife’s. For the sake of this story, we’ll call her Nalgene. If you combine the last two letters of my name and the first two of my wife’s, you get Anna. egAN NAlgene –> I’m not exactly sure why I think it’s so cool, but it is. Anna is a derivative of my wife’s great grandmother’s name, Anastasia. Bloggers are so smart.
Some dude rang our doorbell at 9:05pm Thursday night. Being naturally curious and unable to resist anything that makes noise (phones, doorbells, neck massagers, and passing cars) I answer our front door cautiously. Technically I could have ignored it or torn the sales rep a new one for coming by so late. Who the hell is ringing doorbells after 8:00pm? He was about 20-22 years old and wanted to offer us some sweet deal involving a home security system. The little bugger was a tad too persistent and here’s the big catch to the “free” installation and equipment… I’d have to keep a sign in my front yard for 36 months stating I’m a slave to GE. Yes, that’s right 36 months.
What were you doing three years ago I ask? I was never seriously considering this offer since the guy had horrible breath, showed up at my house at 9pm, and was hocking GE home alarms. I’m sorry, but I’m not about to tell someone at my door whether or not I have a home security system. If I was to put a sign in my yard for 36 months it would like say something like:
1. Scoop your poop yo!
2. Official Milli Vanilli Fan Club
3. Owner has an unhealthy relationship with g-strings.
4. Private eyes… are watching you, they see your every move.
5. My mom loves me, this I know!
6. Monkey Boy for hire.
And on that note, have a wicked good weekend everyone!