Another
Let's skip directly to the questions this week. After, of course, I ask you for tips on getting rid of pet poop. Tell me if these a) work b) are gross and c) are safe for the ground and d) if it would be better than letting dog poop fester in a trash bag when it is 95 degrees in August.
Now, on to the non-dog-poop-questions, yes? Friday!
How long, in the evening, do you make yourself wait before you put pajamas on? What's the last movie you saw? If they are pierced, how old were you when you got your ears pierced? Did you cry this week?
My answers! I usually get home between 5:20 and 6:00. If we're going somewhere, or if I'm planning on painting, I put on my regular clothes (by regular clothes, I mean one of my two pairs of ridiculously too big cargo pants and shirt(s) I don't get to wear at work--usually this involves paint stains or 80's cartoon characters). Also, clean socks. Because I really like to have clean socks on. I don't know. BUT. If I'm just planning on having a normal evening of staying mainly in the house/on the couch, after I get home and we take out the dogs, I get directly into a pair of sweat/yoga/pajama type pants and some sort of tank top/tshirt/hoodie combination. We call them "comfortable clothes" at our house, as in "I think it's time to get into comfortable clothes" or "why aren't we wearing comfortable clothes yet?" I've heard people use "soft pants" and other terms, so I'd ALSO like to hear YOUR term.
Last night we watched the The Triplets of Belleville, and it was good. And beautiful. I liked it, a ton, and I suspect my mouth sort of hung open for much of it. Also, there was a dog in it.
For my fifth birthday, I got to have my ears pierced. I think I got them pierced at a Venture store, and I think it was a Big Deal to pick out the piercing pair and an earring tree. I was one of those annoying kids who wore two different earrings/cat earrings, and later I would get several more ear piercings. But the first time felt so special, and scary, and I remember being surprised that it didn't hurt as much as I thought it would. But it was still scary.
And I cried last night, because of a viscious combination of intense PMS, some Super Annoying Things that had been stressing me out all day, and because I am a big dork.
It's amazing what a bag of incredibly dark chocolate, a Snickers brownie ice cream sandwich, and a husband on a couch with a super good movie can do for that, though.
Your turn!
Kisses,
black sheeped
posted by Black Sheeped @ 7:10 AM
20 Comments:
That dog system thing looks interesting.
I get home around 6:00 and immediately change into lounging wear: yoga pants, clean socks and either a tank top or a henley.
The last movie we saw was Deja Vu with Denzel Washington and it was GREAT.
I think I was about 8 or 9 when I got my ears pierced. I remember being so diligent about using rubbing alcohol to keep from getting an infection, and how I'd never leave the house without wearing earrings. Now I never wear them unless I'm dressing up for a special occasion.
I cried yesterday (because of my grandpa).
I get home around 5 and go DIRECTLY to the pjs (we call them "comfies"). Do not pass Go, etc. No exceptions. If I have to go to the store or something, in the comfies I go.
I got my ears pierced when I was three. I haven't worn earrings regularly for years though. I think the last time was my wedding.
I last saw Jesus Camp. Sad slash scary slash fascinating.
I haven't cried this week. I probably should cry more often.
Not sure about the dog system. My dogs leave tiny poops.
I put my comfy pants on as soon as I get home. It's literally the first thing I do. Getting out of those nylons is the highlight of my day.
Last movie I saw was The Golden Compass. I didn't like it, but I never like the movie after reading the book.
I was 13 when I got my ears pierced. It was a MAJOR deal and like P&D I too religiously cleaned them with rubbing alcohol and dutifully organized my earrings in a tackle box. Nerd.
I cried driving to work on Wednesday because I hate traffic and sometimes feel sorry for myself.
I usually put on pajamas soon after I get home.
The last movie I saw was part of Igby Goes Down, which I didn't like as much as I thought I would.
I got my ears pierced for my sixth birthday. The left one is not pierced quite right--the front and the back of the hole are not quite aligned and if I go awhile without wearing earrings, I always have to sort of re-pierce the back of the left hole. It's a problem.
I cried yesterday because I am an irrational wimp. And then I posted about it on my blog because I am a masochist.
A. and I looked into the doggie septic tank but our soil (a.k.a. dirt) wouldn't be able to activate it. I am sure your midwest soil would be much better.
1. I change into jammie pants immediately, but only change into the top right before bed.
2. I LOVE the Triplets of Belleville!!! It is one of my all-time favorite movies. I love the dog.
I just saw, um, I can't remember. I saw Waitress and Jesus Camp a few weeks ago? I always watch M*A*S*H and never make it through a whole movie anymore.
3. I had to wait until I was 13 to get my ears pierced. My mom and I got our ears pierced at the same time! It was fun.
4. Nope. No crying.
How long, in the evening, do you make yourself wait before you put pajamas on?
Sometimes I don't get out of my pj's all day. If I do, then I wait until 5pm to put them on again. When I worked out of the house, I'd put them on right when I got home: 530.
What's the last movie you saw?
The Departed, which: jesus, depressing, but also really good.
If they are pierced, how old were you when you got your ears pierced?
5, I think.
Did you cry this week?
Yes.
Love your new pic!
I don't put on pjs until I go to bed, and it's not that I'm resisting them, it's that I'm not tempted. But Paul changes into his as soon as he gets home from work. My conclusion: working people change into pjs when they get home.
My sister-in-law calls them "prejamas" if she's wearing them before bedtime. I think that's clev.
The last movie I saw...I am not sure. I've been on a TV-on-DVD kick. Oh wait! Ocean's Thirteen.
I got my ears pierced at age 5, and they got super-infected and I kept barfing when my mom was trying to clean them, and so we let them close up. I got them pierced again when I was...you know, I don't remember. Ten? Eight? Somewhere in there.
I cried this week. In fact, today, when I read a touching scene in a book.
I get home at different times every day. I have class every day of the week in the late afternoon, so it really just depends on what day it is. I like to change into my pajamas right after work because I can't stand one more second in my tight/confining work clothes.
Last night my husband and I watched Super Bad. I think it is hilarious.
I got my ears pierced when I was 23. My mom made my sister and I wait till we were 10 years old, but when I reached 10 I didn't care anymore. I was randomly at the mall with a friend and decided I just had to have them pierced right then. Silly fact: I always feel like one side is higher than the other.
Last night I teared up while reading my valentine's day card from my husband. It was just what I needed to hear.
Um...I just mentioned in my blog the other day that my daytime and my nighttime wear are "blending" now that I'm at home with the kids. It is not a surprise for me to say "hang it all" and go to bed in the same clothes I wore during the day. I call them "comfies"--I picked up the word from a former co-worker. I'm TRYING to do better with the separation of attire, I promise. Um...when I worked, I was in my comfies the minute I walked in the door--unless I had a G.S. meeting or something, of course! I have noticed a distinction of the changing of attire. When I worked a business-formal job, I changed into jeans the second I got home. When I worked a casual job (got to wear jeans every day), I changed into my comfies right away. Weird how I just kept moving down to the the next level of comfort, no?
Last movie I saw in the theatre was "Golden Compass." The last movie we rented was "Everything is Illuminated" just the other night. I really liked it.
I got my ears pierced for my 7th birthday at JCPennys. And I took my oldest daughter to get her ears pierced on HER 7th birthday (at Claire's).
Well, I got a bit teary-eyed this morning when I watched my daughter doing a school show/play. She was a cat. It was really, really cute. I know I am pathetic. Ever since I've had kids, I tear up at the SILLIEST things. And my youngest is now three! No Niagara Falls in a while, though....
We call them STRIPEY PANTS at our house. Because we are dorks, and Chip & I both have multiple pairs of striped sweatpants. Actually we got some flannel pants that aren't technically striped and we still call those stripey pants. ANYWAY - I put them on as soon as I come home from work. There might be an elaborate system in choosing the right time to don the pants, but I can't think of what it is.
Last movie I saw? Stardust. It was actually somewhat sweet. And I was surprised that I liked it. But I have seen Triplets of Belleville and LOVED IT. That dog just kills me.
I was 12 when I got my ears pierced **with my own money**. That was sort of the big deal - that I was going to pay for it myself. I remember I got these little pearl earrings and I, too, obsessively cleaned my ears with alcohol. I hardly ever wear earrings now.
Yes, I cried this week. A few times, in fact, over various items like stretch marks on my belly, the fact that we were out of milk and I wanted to eat some cereal, the Bean being breech and needing to schedule a c-section, how sweet my husband is, and just because I'm very pregnant. The tears? They just COME.
This was very long. Sorry.
1. I don't usually put pajamas on until I'm about to climb into bed. Unless I'm super tired then I'll put them on about an hour before bedtime. My husband puts his on after about 8:00 if not as soon as he gets home.
2. We rented "Knocked Up" last weekend.
3. I was 5 when I pierced my ears. My aunt worked in a salon and they had just gotten their first "ear gun". So I was their guinea pig. She loaded and did the first ear and I was fine. While I was waiting for her to do the second one I got nervous. She had to reload it, so it took a while. And I cried when that one went in. Silly, I know.
4. I haven't cried this week.
1. Depends on which "daytime clothes" I wore during the day. Some of them are just one step ahead of the PJs, anyway (in fact, thanks to my MIL, my current PJs are actually NEWER and MORE STYLISH than many of my regular out-of-the-house clothes).
2. Last movie: Superbad
3. Ears pierced: negatory.
4. Real crying--no. Thanks to the kids, I now get out my nerves by yelling instead of weeping. (I SUCK. Also, I'm working on this) However, I did get misty eyed over various Yahoo news reports, and also an essay about a dad with terminal cancer. Sniff.
I find the dog poo disposer intriguing. Let me know how it is if you end up getting one.
We call them "comfy clothes" here and I get into mine usually right after I put the kiddo to bed (7-7:30).
The last movie I saw was 27 Dresses and it was better than I expected.
I think I was about 10 when I got my ears pierced, maybe a little later. I remember wanting them pierced forever but my mom wouldn't let me b/c she thought I wouldn't take care of them and/or would lose earrings constantly.
No crying for me this week, but I'm not much of a crier.
Since I'm hope with the kids, I practically live in jammies (that's what we call all clothes of the sweatshirt/flannel/fleece variety.) Jim changes into jammies immediately after dinner, sometimes even before. On Saturdays, we rarely even get dressed until six or so. Classy.
The last movie I saw was "Why Did I Get Married?" by Tyler Perry. It was okay, but not as good as I expected.
I got my ears pierced at thirteen, let them grow together, then got them repierced at sixteen and cleaned them religiously. I now wear earrings every day, or they will immediately grow together again. Ouch.
I think I sort of cried this week, when Jim and I were having some long, drawn out sort-of arguement. It was more like tearful sighing, actually. When I was younger, I could go YEARS without crying. Then suddenly tears returned, and now I can cry pretty easily. It is such a relief, because sometimes it's the only thing that can help you let go of the stress.
Um, that's "HOME," not "hope," and also "argument" not "arguement."
1. If I don't change immediately when I get home, I at least change before we eat dinner. Either in to sweats or yoga pants and one of Hub's old t-shirts. I have an old Eeyore sweatshirt that appears often during the winter too---it is horrendous.
2. The last movie we saw was "The Ten" which is a comedy with 10 short stories surrounding each of the 10 commandments. It was ok. Before that, we saw "Enchanted" in the theatre.
3. The 1st time, I was 5. They got horribly infected and closed up after about a year. The 2nd time I was about 12. I still have holes, but I wear earrings about once every 2 years. I hate them.
4. I cried several times this week- 3 times on Thursday alone. This pregnancy and raging hormones = BONUS!!
And do you know what's weird? We don't call our after-work clothes anything. Not jammies, comfies or anything.
I do remember when Hub and I first moved in together that I was horrified at how he changed as soon as he walked in the door.
I have cats who have their own bathroom, and so the poop is always scooped and trashed. Sorry, no dog poop experience (except stepping in it when mowing the grass).
I wear yoga-type pants and t-shirts or turtlenecks during the day, just so I have "clothes" on should anyone ring the bell. I change into jammies about 6 p.m. Mr. Pi changes as soon as he's home from work.
I had my ears pierced as a teenager, but stopped wearing earrings when I noticed my earlobes were starting to droop. No way.
Mr. Pi and I tried to watch V for Vendetta last night, but we fell asleep before the ending. But we'd seen it before so we know how it ended.
Yes, I cried over Mr. Pi's valentine card and gift (a pint of my favorite flavor of ice cream).
Once I'm sure that we're not going out, I'll put my pjs on. It can be anywhere from 5:15 to 9 or 10 at night.
The last movie I watched was Juno, and I really liked it.
I got my ears pierced for the first time when I was 12, for the second time when I was 16, for the third time when I was 17, and for the fourth time on my 18th birthday.
I haven't cried this week, that I can recall.
I'm a laundry nazi, a little bit. If the clothing can be worn again, it goes back in the closet. So, when Hubs and I come home, we immediately change from what he calls "Serious Clothes" to pajamas. The pajama bottoms are worn over and over again through the week til laundry day, the shirts are disposed of in the hamper each morning (for reasons you don't want to know and I hope you can't guess). I don't like to change into normal clothes for the laundry factor. It seems like a waste, and an extra load. We don't have a name for the clothes themselves, but we call this time "Jammah time" and sing the MC hammer song under our breath. (Ok, just me)
I was not allowed, by mother law, to get my ears pierced until I was 12. So on my birthday dinner with my dad, we went to the mall and they were pierced. When I was a teenager, I used safety pins to poke holes through my eyebrow (which was immediately taken out by an angry parent), and the carteledge (sp?) at the top of the ear...probably about 3 or 4 more holes. They're all dark scar tissue now. When I was 18 I got the second hole on the lobe, and randomly another time got a third.
I have not cried this week, but the week is young.
Post a Comment
<< Home