I Like Tools

That's right. I like tools. Not the people kind, the machine kind. That probably sounds somewhat dyke-ish of me, but lately I have been learning how to use some of the fancy gadgets we keep in the garage and it's actually pretty cool. I was able to complete some cool art work for my guest room thanks to my new found skills with a circular chop saw. It made me feel manly in a powerful woman kind of way. I like to picture myself as the girl from Tool Time from Home Improvement...although, let's get real....

I'm starting to realize all the things I could do if only I had the right tools. Tyson has been collecting some things ever since we became homeowners, but he really doesn't use them all that much. If you don't believe me, check out the outdoor kitchen project that has been frozen in time for over a year now. I'd love to take a class on how to use them all. Maybe I can just pick up a copy of "Random Things in Your Garage for Dummies." I find myself getting excited over gift certificates to Home Depot and the like. Tyson's friend let us borrow his cool super-duper power hand drill and I was green with envy. (Clearly I need to also find a class on what these things are called as well).

I love my laser level. I really want a nail gun. This doesn't stop at power tools, either. I'd also really like a label maker and a sewing machine. I just want to learn how to do it all! Maybe as I develop my skills, I will work up the confidence to finish that unsightly pile of cinderblock in the backyard that is meant to cook a meal. The race is on babe.

Solo Movie

Last night I went to see this movie. By myself. Which I am totally not ashamed of. In fact, I have been seeing movies by myelf since high school. Most of the time it's a win-win because I get to see a movie that I'm interested in, Tyson doesn't have to go with me and then complain about it for the next few months, and we save the money on another ticket. I wish Tyson would learn to see movies by himself because there are far more that he wants to see and always feels pressured to drag someone along....mostly me. I can't tell you how many of his movies I wish I hadn't seen and saved the money. But hey, that's marriage for you.

Which brings me back to this movie. Overall, I liked it and it was pretty funny. I won't be waiting for it to come out on DVD or anything, but I would definitely see it again with the right people. Sure it had some crude parts or overly sexual references (what movie doesn't these days?), but I think it had some true-to-life marriage scenarios. Some of them even made me laugh out loud, and I am not really a laugh out loud kind of girl. I usually just laugh on the inside. Plus it had a sweet ending. Predictable, but sweet.

I don't even love Cameron Diaz, but there was a charm about her in this movie. On the other hand, I am a big Ashton Kutcher fan. Not because I think he's especially talented or anything, but I actually find him attractive, which is rare for me. Although at some points in the movie I felt like I was watching Just Married with a twist in the storyline. Same marriage banter and finding love through it all. However, I was somewhat pleasantly surprised by that one as well. I thought it would be trashier and it ended up bearable.

For those of you who have seen it, the last clip at the end was hilarious. And for those of you who haven't seen it, well, you will have to see for yourself.

Adventures in Breast Feeding and Diapers

Is it only me or does it bother anyone else when people blog about their babies or their children's potty mishaps or triumphs, particularly in detail? I mean, I am not a parent so I can't answer this but, is there really NOTHING better for you to share with your family and friends via cyberspace? I guess my biggest fear in having children is that there truly is not anything more exciting going on. Has life really gotten so mundane that feces are a go-to topic for you to share with the world? Spare those of us who are not there yet and at least trick us into thinking that there are more interesting milestones in raising chilren. Maybe life will change when I have a little one at home (and perhaps dirty diapers will be the most thrilling part of my day), but for those of you still tuning in at that point, please remind me that some things are better when they are not shared. Stories or comments about breast feeding (aka "nursing" for those of you who think you are being modest) fall under the same TMI (too much information) category.

For those of you with children/babies that have refrained from sharing these topics in child rearing, I praise you.

And it begins....

I like having a family blog to keep up with family and old friends. But sometimes, I am jealous of people like my friend Felicity who just say it like it is and exercise their freedom of speech to blog about whatever the heck they feel like. I've thought about doing this a number of times when I have had something on my mind, but then I think about all my blog readers that would be dissapproving or judgemental or concerned about my well being. Well, screw that. This blog is dedicated to not inviting those people to read and letting the rest of you sort it out for yourselves. It will be random, occasionally funny, sometimes sad or emotional, but it will be for real. And let's be honest here- it may be a complete waste of your time to read it at all. So, if you have become a privileged reader of this blog (don't get overly excited...there is a possibility it may turn out quite lame), then I hope you enjoy and I welcome all comments.