Rats!

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August 28, 2008

A conversation with my husband:

Me: Berlyn and I went to Petco today, and it was like a free trip to the zoo for her. She got to see chinchillas, gerbils, fish, snakes, dogs, mice, and rats. She especially liked the rats.

Pat: Rats? Really?

Me: Yeah, they’re really friendly and cuddly. They make excellent pets, when they’re not gnawing through your dry-wall or rummaging around in your trash cans.

Pat: Rats? Really?

Me: My friend had one as a pet when I was in Jr. High. I used to let him hang out on my shoulder and we’d watch the always inappropriate, Days of Our Lives together. This rat was really sweet. I think we should get one for Berlyn, she’d love it.

Pat: Are you serious right now? Because I think you’re kidding. You’re kidding, right?

Me: No, I’m totally serious. They’re really cheap, and you can get one of those plastic balls for them to roam around in. We can name him Bernard.

Pat: Are you talking about the same rats that live in the sewer and hang out with the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles?

Me: Yeah, they’re cute, let’s get one.

Pat: No.

Me: Damn.

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Supposedly rats are very intelligent, but I can’t get past the fact that they are, well you know, rats.

by Jen on August 28, 2008

It’s probably for the best. Those cages can funk up a house like nobody’s business.

by Tootsie Farklepants on August 29, 2008

They are very intelligent and, I’ve heard, least of the pet rodents to bite. It’s the hamsters and gerbils and guinea pigs who are the real troublemakers, and stupid, to boot! I vote for getting a rat!

by dgm on September 1, 2008

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Will Someone Please Give This Woman A Mylar Balloon?

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June 3, 2008

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The other night Pat had to work for another hour or so, so I went to sleep. About 45 minutes later I saw his silhouette cross the room and he was holding a mylar balloon. He brought it over to his side of the bed to “hide” it from me, and then went back to work for a couple of minutes. He came to bed a little later and this was our exchange:

Me: Where’s my balloon?

Him: What?

Me: My balloon. Where is it?!

Him: I have no idea what you’re talking about.

Me: No, I saw you come in 15 minutes ago carrying a mylar balloon and you put it over there by your side of the bed, where did it go? It was for me, wasn’t it?

Him: Beckey, seriously? I don’t have a balloon, and you’re kinda scaring me a little bit.

Me: Fine. Whatever, but I still want my balloon.

HOLY SHIT!! People I’m hallucinating!!
I could have sworn I saw Pat carrying a balloon for me, what’s scary was that I was totally awake when I was demanding it. I can’t even blame my delusion on being in that weird dream-state where coffee pot hats totally sound like the next great idea. No, I was 100% awake, sitting up and irrationally asking for my balloon.

A tip for my husband: tonight before I fall asleep, please give me a mylar balloon, I’ll really appreciate it.
Thanks.

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LOL – that’s weird. Instead of a hallucination, however, I’d jump straight to a paranormal explanation. Much more cool and creepy than just being crazy. 😉

by Marketing Mama on June 3, 2008

When I was little that used to happen to me. But instead of Pat, it was my mom and instead of a balloon it was a birthday cake. I would see her put it on my bed and then I would go to pick it up and it was gone. I would always go find her and be so angry that she took it away. I remember it being so real!!! Don’t worry, you’re not crazy…or, maybe we both are.

by Jamye on June 3, 2008

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Blimey and Bloke

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May 13, 2008

Raise your hand if you saw the Bachelor: London Calling last night!! Anyone? No one? Just me then? Well then I’ll have to catch you up on what happened. Matt, the Bachelor, had it narrowed down to just two women, and last night he proposed to one of them. Oh the suspense!! And he picked the one with swoopy bangs and a fake tan. I would have picked her too, she was cute.

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I got so sucked in to this one, which is weird because I stopped watching the Bachelor years ago, but there’s just something about Matt from London. And I think if I didn’t have a baby, and a husband, and if I weighed 7 pounds less, and had hair extensions, and was a nanny or worked in retail, and tried out for the Bachelor, and got cast, then maybe, just maybe, Matt from London would have picked me…maybe?

Every Monday night, I would get home from school and throw my self down on the couch, excited for the newest installment. And my husband would begrudgingly accept and hand over the remote while secretly wiping his snot on the buttons. I don’t have any idea why he doesn’t want to watch the Bachelor with me, maybe it has something to do with the massive crush I have on Matt from London. It’s the British accent.

Now I don’t know what I’m going to do with my Monday nights. Perhaps my husband and I will work on acquiring British accents, we can be all like, “oh, eh, cheerio, and blimey, and bloke, and tea, and the likes.”

Sexy.

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tea and crumpets sounds like a brilliant monday night rendezvous (oh wait…i think that’s french)!!

by allie on May 13, 2008

working on an entry about this one…

by Amanda on May 13, 2008

Okay, just read this and had to share it with you: Shayne’s middle name is Dahl. That makes her Shayne Dahl Lamas. Dahl Lamas! Ahh!

by Amanda on May 13, 2008

Becky, seriously, you are one funny chicky.

by Kristin on May 28, 2008

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13%

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April 29, 2008

There’s this website that takes the photos of the mother, father, and baby, and then tells you who your baby more closely resembles.

Before I reveal the outcome of the results, I must tell you that I am naturally a very competitive person. I enjoy feeling triumphant and victorious, and the thought that I am more superior in all ways occasionally finds its way into my mind. Needless to say, there was a lot riding on the results.

So, I submitted this picture of Pat and me:

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and this picture of Berlyn:

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The website did this neat-o scanning thing, and I felt like I was uploading Top Secret documents for the FBI.

The results were: (Drum roll please.) Berlyn looks 13% more like HER FATHER!!

So, if you want to make my day, casually let me know that Berlyn has my tenacity, passion, or amazing fashion sense.

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Yes! I win!

by pat on April 29, 2008

Berlyn is way to pretty to look 87% daddy. She’s a little sweetheart.

by Grandma J on April 29, 2008

I did this too, how funny! Found it on Natalie’s blog. Turns out Van is 50 me and 50 my husband??? hmmm He looks exactly like my husband, but I will keep thinking this little website is correct with their cool technology software stuff!

by Dianne on April 29, 2008

I totally want to try it, but, it kinda reminds me of this photo machine at Dave and Busters. When we were dating or married, or something before kids…we went and had our picture taken…the machine scans my face, then my husbands, then it prints a picture of an what our child will look like. I carried that kids picture around forever….and our real kids look nothing like “her”.

by heart shaped hedges on April 30, 2008

I dunno… she looks pretty much like you, IMO. Which is stunning, btw.

by Tootsie Farklepants on May 1, 2008

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This post is brought to you by: stacks of unfolded laundry, crusty dishes in the sink, make-up stains on the bathroom counter, Clorox Disinfectant, dust mites, and the loss of my sanity.

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April 18, 2008

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I am a mother of a 14 month old, and I go to school at night, and I’m expected to keep a clean house?? What is that about? In between play dates, park and pool excursions, watching Bravo, and going on walks, I have lost sight of how messy my house has gotten. I am naturally a slob, and I work really hard not to let my husband know the full scope of my sloth-like nature. So actually when I throw my clothing on top of the dresser, instead of leaving it on the floor, I think that I am being neat. And when I soak the pan in water overnight, in my mind, it’s as good as clean.

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I really want to pay someone to pick up my collection of bags (yes, there are three of my bags all on the kitchen table), scrub my toilets, and dust my baseboards, but Pat thinks that is a load of crap. So today, I’ll be cleaning. And I’ll be extra-surly–because it is hard to bleach your sink while trying to dissuade your daughter not stick the Windex nozzle up her nose.

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Hey, you should really see my house, and I don’t have a child.

by Katy on April 18, 2008

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Please Don’t Whistle While You Work

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April 16, 2008

Pat works upstairs. It’s like a little cave up there. He keeps it so cold and dark, and periodically precipitation drips from the stalagmites. Because he is tucked into the far left-quadrant of the house, I think he thinks his office is soundproof. But it’s not. Nope, not even a little bit. The thing of if is, Berlyn’s room is right next door, and when she is sleeping I go a bit nutty with any little noise. So if he takes a phone call, and his voice is too loud, I shush him, with my best librarian impression. He, of course hates this, and becomes deeply offended with my efforts to keep my baby sleeping soundly.

Oh, but then there’s the whistling– the stick bamboo shoots under your fingernails, whistling. I can’t blame my hatred of whistling on my husband, noo, I have reserved that bitter resentment for my brother, Jason. He has whistled ever since he was a wee lad, and I have hated it ever since. I don’t quite know what it is about the noise, but I can’t stand it. I don’t know, you’d think a breathy, high pitched, off key noise would be lovely, but no. It’s not. So, when Pat does it, I want to pluck out my leg hairs, and hand them over to him in a gravy boat.

Me: How do I say, “please close the door or stop whistling” without hurting your feelers?
Pat: Don’t say it at all; then no hurt feelings. Put on your headphones.
Me: But my feelings are hurt, because your whistling pierces me so deeply, I can feel it actually scratching my vena cava
Pat: Headphones, or earmuffs-your choice.
Me: But what about my vena cava?
Pat: It’ll be fine. Mental toughness.
Me: I don’t have any of that. I had it removed along with my unsightly mole.
Pat: Not true

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I’m feeling kind of guilty – lately I’ve been whistling with Jason and sometimes we even go so far as to whistle awful tunes together… Oh, the shame.

by Amanda on April 16, 2008

Hi, I just wandered into your blog via Dooce and I feel like you are writing from my brain. I am ULTRA sensitive about quiet during nap time. I used to drive my husband (also a Pat) crazy with my shooshing. Now we put fans in the kids rooms and I know they can’t hear us. I feel much better and he can make a little more noise…a little.

by Kathy on April 16, 2008

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Beach Day

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April 15, 2008

We went to the beach this weekend, for two reasons: 1, it was bloody-hot, and 2, I got a new bathing suit. But really, if we’re being honest…the main reason we went to the beach was because I got a new bathing suit.

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Love the new suit, almost bought it in brown! I love love love the faux hawk.

by Dena on April 15, 2008

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Chilly Day at the Beach

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March 31, 2008

We braved the cold, and headed to the beach yesterday, it was a balmy 64 degrees, and my drippy boogers were making icicles. We walked around Main Street in Huntington.

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I love B’s pony. So cute!! She keeps getting cuter and cuter. I just love that little nugget.

by Dena on April 1, 2008

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Ma-ma and Da-da’s Night Out

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March 22, 2008

We celebrated our anniversary last night. We went to Laguna Beach and ate at Hush, a restaurant where there is always a Bentley and a Rolls Royce parked in the front. We thought it for sure had to be good, because why else would ridiculously rich people always want eat there?

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I’m showing off my cute new dress.

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We got this chocolate dome thing. I wanted to cup it in my hands and cuddle with it, but I ate it instead–it was good.

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i totally just bought that dress this week!!! it looks cute on you!

by Jamye on March 22, 2008

how cute are you guys? The dress is adorable- where is it from? xo

by amy on March 22, 2008

Jamye-How funny is that that you and I have the same dress? I say, we wear it and do a tap/singing duet together. We’d be adorable.

Amy- Jamye and I got our dresses at Forever 21, and paid exactly 26.78 with tax, you should get one too and join our tap/singing troupe.

by beckey on March 22, 2008

Shut up! You bought that dress at forever 21? No way, I thought for sure it was a fancy pants designer. Something you would call a “piece” as opposed to a “dress”. Now I have to go get one too. We can become a girl pop band and wear our matchy matchy dresses and sing “If you want to be my lover” by our all time favorite Spice Girls.

by Dena on March 23, 2008

oh yes…love the dress. I’ve always been intrigued by hush – did it live up to the hype? I’d like my own chocolate dome right about now. Ooo…I have a cadbury egg in my pantry, that will suffice for the time being.

by natalie on March 31, 2008

There’s a terrific aunmot of knowledge in this article!

by Jane on August 1, 2011

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Iceland Ain’t for Sissies

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March 18, 2008

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My husband wants to go to Iceland by the time he’s thirty…and he wants me to come with him. This could be problematic for a few reasons, let me list them in no particular order of importance, as they are all equally important:

  • Iceland is cold. I hate the cold. I know, I know, Iceland is supposedly very green and lush, while Greenland is cold and frigid, but it is in the fringes of the ARTIC CIRCLE. Once Pat took me to NYC in October, it was 42 degrees, and I thought I was going to die of frost-bite. I wore a pair of tights under my jeans, a long sleeved wool shirt, a thick sweater, and a jacket–all this puff deeply constricted my mobility and made me even more uncomfortable. But on the upswing, I didn’t die.
  • Iceland has the most beautiful women in the world. This is bad for my ego. I already am going to be wearing several layers of clothes that will make me appear even more short and squatty than usual, and my face will be blotchy and blistered from the wind, and I have to compete with beautiful Nordic women named Isla? Crap.
  • Iceland has some scary natural wonders.

An excerpt taken from the official Iceland Travel Guide:

“Where else can you witness such marvels of Mother Nature as a tremendous icecap and several glaciers, and volcanoes (hopefully dormant)?”

Ha, ha…that’s funny Iceland Travel Guide, hopefully I won’t be melted into the liquid, hot magma. ha ha….

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Here, spend 4 minutes watching this video, and then you’ll completely understand my outlandish desire to go to Iceland:

http://youtube.com/watch?v=KpQ6m2Qf918

by pat on March 18, 2008

okay, here’s the solution to your problem:

1. suck it up. go enjoy Iceland and all of its glory.

2. stay home and I’ll go in your place.

either one works, but I prefer the latter.

by Greg on March 18, 2008

I agree with Greg. Let him go with Pat and you can come stay with me. We can go to the beach (where it is warm and all you may need is a nice and light “wind breaker”) and Disneyland. I know you when it comes to cold weather, and as much as I love you with all of my innards, I also know that you are in fact a sissy when it comes to cold weather.

by Dena on March 23, 2008

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