The happy couple in the early stages of their courtshipI’ve got some big news, peoples!
Despite owning the domain for some time now, you can officially access my musings and occasional misadventure at www.musingsandmisadventures.com. I realize that while your weary digits will be spared the additional “blogspot,” my blog title and URL is still ridiculously long. But I had a sneaking suspicion that http://www.m-ms.com/ would be taken.
Of course, the blogspot URL will still be active so my purchase was mostly in vain. And remember to type the “www” first when accessing my new URL because Blogger isn’t totally tech-savvy. And neither am I, which is why we’re a good fit.
But in other news, we had the local Mormon missionaries over for dinner last night. We’ve had bad luck with them in this ward - stood up twice, one bad response to Mexican meatloaf and a pizza to go - but our evening was quite nice and classic Italian-themed. The only odd spot was when we ask Elder Just-Out-Two-Weeks to say the dinner prayer. He proceeded to pray in the softest whisper imaginable. I actually have no idea if the food was blessed, or if he invoked some sort of wrath on our household. Although, a little wrath adds some spice on occasion. But I’ve been noticing that whisper prayers are somewhat common in the LDS culture. Not that I don’t appreciate some reverence in such sacred matters, it’s just that I also like to hear the prayer. Also, I don’t like to have to spend the entire prayer resisting laughter, as I was last night. I mean, if he had been out for a few months I might have given into the urge, but I didn’t want to make him feel bad. That’s how kind I am.
In other news, this week’s posts are starting to sound like Mormon Week.
In other news, having themed weeks are all the rage in the blogosphere – Father’s Week, Apron Week, Corrugated Aluminum Week. So I’m either super cool or a total poser. And, yes, aprons are really that big in the blogosphere. And while I do find them oddly appealing, I have to admit I wasn’t aware of their popularity and passionate following prior to all this apron-palozza-ing. And I don’t own one. Because I’m much more likely to spill on myself while eating than cooking. Therefore, I hereby declare this week, “Adult Bib Week.” Send your pictures accordingly.
In other news, Eliza magazine is about to debut, which is very, very, very exciting for several reasons. One, it is going to be a fashion magazine with fashion you wouldn’t be embarrassed to wear in front of your boss. Two, it will have articles that won’t cause you to blush, unless of course the article is about blush. And three, I may have written a few of these articles, though none about blush. Though I have been working a free Clinique blush for, like, two years now, which is pretty much disgusting. But my articles aren’t. You should read them and pretend to loOove them. Subscribe here.
In other news, we had the great fortune of having Mrs. Jay and her family to dinner the other night during their Illinois travels. It was way too short, but my recent Arizona trip salved my sadness. And I won’t say which of the boys I think is going to marry my Miss Dub, but it’s the middle one. The same one who begged to play outside for “82 minutes.” And, really, isn’t 81 minutes just too little and 83 minutes just too long? This is why he and Miss Dub will make such a great match: They’re both practical. I mean, Miss Dub likes to mess her diaper in spurts so that I use the maximum possible number of diapers a day. Practical that one!
In other news, we’ve been swimming.
In other news, I haven’t used a single parenthesis in this entire post, which is a true miracle for me. I’m obsessive about additional insights. (And who isn’t?)
In other news, I’m a liar.
Despite owning the domain for some time now, you can officially access my musings and occasional misadventure at www.musingsandmisadventures.com. I realize that while your weary digits will be spared the additional “blogspot,” my blog title and URL is still ridiculously long. But I had a sneaking suspicion that http://www.m-ms.com/ would be taken.
Of course, the blogspot URL will still be active so my purchase was mostly in vain. And remember to type the “www” first when accessing my new URL because Blogger isn’t totally tech-savvy. And neither am I, which is why we’re a good fit.
But in other news, we had the local Mormon missionaries over for dinner last night. We’ve had bad luck with them in this ward - stood up twice, one bad response to Mexican meatloaf and a pizza to go - but our evening was quite nice and classic Italian-themed. The only odd spot was when we ask Elder Just-Out-Two-Weeks to say the dinner prayer. He proceeded to pray in the softest whisper imaginable. I actually have no idea if the food was blessed, or if he invoked some sort of wrath on our household. Although, a little wrath adds some spice on occasion. But I’ve been noticing that whisper prayers are somewhat common in the LDS culture. Not that I don’t appreciate some reverence in such sacred matters, it’s just that I also like to hear the prayer. Also, I don’t like to have to spend the entire prayer resisting laughter, as I was last night. I mean, if he had been out for a few months I might have given into the urge, but I didn’t want to make him feel bad. That’s how kind I am.
In other news, this week’s posts are starting to sound like Mormon Week.
In other news, having themed weeks are all the rage in the blogosphere – Father’s Week, Apron Week, Corrugated Aluminum Week. So I’m either super cool or a total poser. And, yes, aprons are really that big in the blogosphere. And while I do find them oddly appealing, I have to admit I wasn’t aware of their popularity and passionate following prior to all this apron-palozza-ing. And I don’t own one. Because I’m much more likely to spill on myself while eating than cooking. Therefore, I hereby declare this week, “Adult Bib Week.” Send your pictures accordingly.
In other news, Eliza magazine is about to debut, which is very, very, very exciting for several reasons. One, it is going to be a fashion magazine with fashion you wouldn’t be embarrassed to wear in front of your boss. Two, it will have articles that won’t cause you to blush, unless of course the article is about blush. And three, I may have written a few of these articles, though none about blush. Though I have been working a free Clinique blush for, like, two years now, which is pretty much disgusting. But my articles aren’t. You should read them and pretend to loOove them. Subscribe here.
In other news, we had the great fortune of having Mrs. Jay and her family to dinner the other night during their Illinois travels. It was way too short, but my recent Arizona trip salved my sadness. And I won’t say which of the boys I think is going to marry my Miss Dub, but it’s the middle one. The same one who begged to play outside for “82 minutes.” And, really, isn’t 81 minutes just too little and 83 minutes just too long? This is why he and Miss Dub will make such a great match: They’re both practical. I mean, Miss Dub likes to mess her diaper in spurts so that I use the maximum possible number of diapers a day. Practical that one!
In other news, we’ve been swimming.
In other news, I haven’t used a single parenthesis in this entire post, which is a true miracle for me. I’m obsessive about additional insights. (And who isn’t?)
In other news, I’m a liar.
9 comments:
i am honored to recieve the little miss as my daughter in law. i showed slade this post and he mentioned that miss dub was as he put it a "cutie baby." translation 15 years from now, "hottie babe."
so... i know you already have your URL and i love it... but you mentioned the shorter one that wasn't available... so i took the liberty of looking up www.mrsdub.com and it's available. :) yes, yes... i am one of those advertising dorks who looks at URLs as a good piece of real estate. anyway... just thought i'd give you the heads up.
how wonderful for you freelancing for Eliza. I'm excited to see your expert advice!
Rumor is another woman (with a familiar first name) had that Mrs. Dub domain but gave it up when she saw the latest Presidential approval ratings. Fortunately, there are more Dubs than one, and they aren't all "bush".
Miss you in AZ but nice to see you're back on your blogging game, Mrs. Dub. So smart, so funny, so clever, so pop-culture-literate, so obviously well-parented.
Let that little J kid, cute as he is, know that the pay-to-grandpa dowry for Miss Dub is going to be pretty steep (and remember the other grandpa’s share, too). And better be beans with those ribs!!
Are comments now limited to witty ones? Oh the pressure...
But I love your random thoughts. Corrugated aluminum?
I would also love to accept Miss Dub as my Niece-in-law. She is a cutie!!!
How did you get hooked up with eliza? I work with Shade Clothing and am helping with the Utah launch of the magazine.
I think we are meant to be friends... so when you see 801.555.5555 show up on your phone, answer it, cause it'll be me calling you.
I will get your number from Rachie!
I've got some questions... and I subscribed! Can't wait to read your articles!
I'll be waiting with baited breath... already subscribed! ciao!
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