what time is it??

when i was a kid, my parents made me listen to a lot of silly, fun, kid songs (ok, fine, they didn't make me... i loved them...). one of my favorites that seems to keep popping up in my adult life is about time...
here's a little excerpt (with motion instructions).  i apologize only that you can't hear me singing it at the top of my lungs and see me do the motions that go along with it):

don't let your face be seven twenty-five (point your hands down in angles at your sides)
looking like a frown (make a frowny face-duh)
let it shine like ten after ten (big smile here folks, put your hands by your face with your fingers spread wide, like they are happy too; it's also nice to sway side to side when you are singing this part)
like a great big happy clown (keep smiling...)
let it be ten ten!! (you have to jump when you say "ten ten" with a huge smile and arms up high and out at an angle, like a "Y" if you were doing the "YMCA" dance)

unfortunately (or fortunately, if you are one of the lucky few who have to listen to me sing this occasionally), i don't remember the rest of it...which makes me a little 7:25ish...
for those of you who are still confused, go get a clock with actual hands. when the hands are at 7:25, it makes the mouth of a frowny face. 10:10 = a happy face. get it???!!!   i love it!!!!

the best part is that i sent my dad a picture of a clock at 10:10 today and he replied with "don't let your face be 7:25".

being a kid was great. funny songs teach good lessons sometimes. so keep smiling.... let it be 10:10!!!

victory and marinara

today is a big day folks. i got to eat lunch at demos'. perhaps you are thinking..."what's so special about that?" or "who cares?" well my skeptical and perhaps somewhat unenlightened friends... demos' is the place my husband refuses to go. i don't know exactly what he has against the most buttery, perfectly thin spaghetti on the planet, or why he has a problem with hot, parmesean-covered rolls dripping with butter, nor am i sure what the best browned butter and garlic or the creamiest alfredo sauce i've ever had ever did to him...but whatever his irrational beliefs, he typically stomps his little foot and simply will not go. today was different. today he said yes. perhaps it was my pouty bottom lip that did the trick, or my repetition of the sentence "we ARE going to Demos' for lunch" that won him over. it might also have been the withering stare i gave him from the passenger side of our car when he said, "i really don't want to go there" that made him realize i needed pasta in a bad way. whatever the reason for his sudden change of heart, i found myself spending my lunch hour with a much-too-large plate of spaghetti (of which i ate enough to make myself sick) covered in not one, not two, but three different delightful sauces (meat sauce, alfredo, and the browned butter and garlic if you must know), two baskets of the aforementioned rolls, and a salad (my attempt at something healthy...does lettuce actually have any nutritive value??). our waitress was perfectly pleasant and we only had to wait five minutes for a table in the midst of the after-church rush. it was, by all accounts, the best lunch ever. of course, my favorite part of the meal was when he looked at me and said (begrudgingly, with clenched teeth and a smile), "this is actually pretty good. next time i think i'll ask for more marinara."  next time, you say???!!!!! next time!!!!! oh bliss! oh joy! oh yes...there WILL be a next time!

the helpful husband

so....the hubs has been trying to be very helpful around the house lately. most recently, as you can see, he did the dishes. married life always has it's funny moments, but walking into the kitchen to this surprise might be one of my favorites. he thought the dishwasher was broken, but i gently explained that it was, in fact, user error and not the dishwasher's fault.

so for all you husbands or non-domestic types (i'm shocked i haven't done this myself in the past), do NOT put liquid detergent in the dishwasher.... if you do, you will have lots o' bubbles!

you asked for it...

several of you have mentioned your sadness at losing me on facebook. never fear... milldog is here. i will attempt to keep you entertained with this blog, although i am not making any promises. it's fairly easy to sound clever in a sentence or two...the more i say, the more trouble i seem to get into... but we'll give it a shot, at least. you are welcome to critique my grammar and spelling. goodness knows i would do it to you! feel free to pass the link for this on to people that you know i trust and care about. everyone else will just have to do without me.

hope you enjoy :)