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.
